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Fang Cheng Studio.
Huang Ping sat anxiously in the reception room, occasionally tugging at his collar to catch his breath.
He had joined Tianyi right after graduation and hadn't moved on for nine years, so he didn't have much experience with interviews.
Now he was at his former competitor's place, naturally feeling some nerves.
Since his reputation wasn't great at the moment, Huang Ping was even prepared to take a pay cut.
Not eighteen thousand, not twelve thousand, just ten thousand—take home a nine-year veteran game planner.
While waiting for Fang Cheng, he took the time to observe the surrounding environment.
Fang Cheng Studio was expansive. Mr. Shen, the first-generation gaming figure in the country, had tremendous clout, securing an entire floor for the studio on his own.
Moreover, Mr. Shen was particularly sought after by the president of Tianyi, who claimed that if Mr. Shen joined, Tianyi would definitely provide a studio and not interfere at all.
