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At seven o’clock in the evening, Qiu Yu, who was still working overtime in the studio, picked up the phone and heard Alan’s broken Mandarin from the other side.

Alan was the leader of the Gauls on this trip and also a quite charismatic Gaul.

He was tall, with long golden hair, and he had an air of decadence typical of artists, which made him very eye-catching on the street.

He himself was involved in game dubbing and music, and could hum a tune at will, making him even more attractive.

After being pushed by Zhang Ping to collaborate with the Gauls, Qiu Yu initially thought he was being spiteful, but later realized that the other party was actually helping him.

The Gauls, though arrogant, had some discernment; after being schooled by “Who is the Champion,” they quickly prepared to learn this entertaining competition model and apply it to “Magic Dynasty.”

Although they might not have the local advantage of “Who is the Champion”, they could still produce a fine Gaul-themed version, and since fantasy themes have a market in Europe, they should be able to grab a slice of the pie.

Under these circumstances, joining this international project team became a golden opportunity for Qiu Yu, and after it ended, it would be even more convenient for him to become the lead strategist.

But these Gauls, they were really annoying.

Their understanding of the domestic situation seemed to have stayed in the 1980s, worrying every day whether they would be robbed when they went out, occasionally boasting about the abundant natural resources in Gaul, claiming everything there was more plentiful than in Rong City.

To this, Qiu Yu thought, I can’t indulge your bad habits! I’m a meddlesome master, specializing in mucking things up!

When one of the group members proudly stated that Gaul had more electric cars, Qiu Yu snorted coldly and then said in the French he had just learned, “True, we can’t compare to your Gaulish capital, with so many uncles of the darker complexion, it’s strikingly diverse; fewer strikes than you, highlighting the fragrance of freedom; the subway isn’t as vintage as yours, where the smell of urine has seeped into every nook and cranny; robberies aren’t as frequent, ensuring everyone has the opportunity for employment and wealth redistribution. Vive la France!”

With his highly offensive remarks, Qiu Yu directly broke through Alan and the others’ defenses, leaving the interpreter beside them speechless and secretly giving Qiu Yu a thumbs up.

Qiu Yu had already braced himself to be kicked out, but to his surprise, in the following days, Alan and his team became particularly cooperative.

They stopped being haughty and began to seriously discuss with Qiu Yu, and even started to venture outdoors.

After discovering that they could go out for a stroll at eleven or twelve at night and even enjoy barbecue, they admitted that this place was indeed great.

Some members even took a liking to watermelons; their favorite thing to do every day was to buy a big watermelon and a bottle of baijiu, then each take half, scoop a big spoonful from the middle, toast each other, pour the baijiu into the center of the watermelon, stick it in the fridge, and enjoy a feast at night.

Every day brought new discoveries and new joys for them.

Now accustomed to these Gauls, Qiu Yu, after receiving Alan’s call, typed on his keyboard while activating the speakerphone and asked, “What did you guys find? Did you discover that Alipay can do facial payments?”

“…It can? I mean, I knew that already, but that’s not what we found. There’s a new arcade game here, super fun! Come down quick!”

Then, Qiu Yu heard Alan whisper, “Alipay can do facial payments, we should try it at the store next time.”

With a sigh, Qiu Yu saved the document, then got ready to go downstairs to see what they had discovered.

Following Alan and the others’ instructions, he arrived at the square downstairs, only to be shocked by the queue of people there.

So many people.

Did some celebrity or goddess come?

But a goddess in this weather… that would be a real goddess.

He walked past the crowd and saw at the end of the line ten machines covered up.

Hanging outside the machines were screens cycling through gameplay display scenes.

After watching for a bit, Qiu Yu was unable to move away.

He stared wide-eyed at the screen, his mind filled with one thought: “Holy crap!”

What’s the most important thing about a flight simulator game?

Realism.

As long as it’s realistic enough, people would play it even if the gameplay was terrible.

But on the screen, it was clearly not an ordinary flight game but an interstellar flight shooting game.

The game had a cool and futuristic look, with the pilot navigating through the vast “Star Sea”, intermittently encountering various mist-enshrouded monsters which then just needed to be blasted away.

The monsters also looked incredibly realistic, and as the flight distance increased, the monsters’ size grew bigger and some of them even appeared as giant humanoid figures constructed from machine debris, giving the monsters an imposing aura and an extraordinary divinity.

Even so, the sense of realism conveyed by the game remained, just watching the screen gave a feeling of confronting immense beings, and the sensation of defeating them was even more intense.

After staring blankly for a while, it was only when someone patted his shoulder that Qiu Yu snapped out of it.

Turning around, he saw the blond youth Alan standing behind him, looking at him mockingly.

“Qiu Yu, to think even you would be surprised one day. I thought you Han people were used to stuff like this?”