Limited by their current funding, Fei Huang Studio couldn’t produce any impressive documentaries.

In Pei Qian’s memory, successful documentaries like the nationally popular “A Bite of China” required substantial investment, not only traveling throughout the country to record material but also using extremely expensive filming equipment.

So far, Fei Huang Studio could only use 50% of the net profit from “Mr. Pei’s Daily Life,” which was just over one million yuan. This amount of money was woefully inadequate.

Filming documentaries like “A Bite of China” was simply impossible.

However, Pei Qian didn’t let his guard down.

If Pei Qian knew these problems, how could Zhu Xiaocai not know them?

He knew.

Zhu Xiaocai was a young genius director. If he wanted to film a documentary, he certainly believed there was a possibility of success.

Having been tricked once, Pei Qian wouldn’t fall for it a second time. This film would most likely make money.

However, compared to short videos, this type of low-budget documentary should make less money, which is enough.

With this in mind, Pei Qian said, “Alright, I support you.”

His voice sounded somewhat weak, as he wasn’t speaking from the heart.

Huang Sibo was delighted: “Thank you for your support, Mr. Pei!”

After hanging up, Pei Qian briefly inquired about the situation at Shang Yang Games.

Assistant Xin gave a brief report: everything was going smoothly. On Monday, Pei Qian could go meet his new employees and assign tasks.

Pei Qian pondered for a moment: “Monday… do I still need to go?”

Assistant Xin coughed twice: “Of course, you need to go. A boss’s influence on a company is extremely important. I think Mr. Pei should at least make an appearance and give a speech. Otherwise, if the Shang Yang Games employees develop freely, it might become uncontrollable.”

Pei Qian thought about it and felt it made sense.

Assistant Xin was suggesting that Pei Qian should stabilize morale and set a general direction for all Shang Yang Games employees.

Pei Qian, on the other hand, was worried about whether these employees might cause trouble, such as somehow turning the company profitable.

Although it was a takeover, after careful consideration, there were some changes from the previous Shang Yang Games.

One was that Old Liu had left, and Wang Xiaobin had become the lead designer.

The other was that the owner, Du Ruijie, was gone.

These two people should have played key roles in the Shang Yang Games’ previous losses.

With them gone, Pei Qian felt a bit uneasy.

To ensure everything went according to plan, Pei Qian decided he should go in person.

It would be just this once, and he wouldn’t go again afterward, trying to ensure he didn’t have too much influence on Shang Yang Games.

After all, with Tenda Games as a cautionary example, Pei Qian had unprecedented distrust in his game design abilities and needed to be careful.

If Pei Qian impulsively said something that replicated the “Sea Fortress” disaster, it would be too embarrassing.

“Alright, then come pick me up Monday morning, and we’ll go to Shang Yang Games first.”

Pei Qian sighed silently.

Being a boss was hard.

…

Monday morning.

Shang Yang Games.

Ten minutes before work started, all Shang Yang Games employees had already arrived.

Everyone was highly focused, sitting straight, looking at documents, using editors, while secretly keeping an eye on the entrance.

Shang Yang Games had changed ownership!

No one knew what kind of temperament or character this mysterious Mr. Pei had, so on the first day of work, they had to be alert and couldn’t afford to be careless.

Everyone knew that Shang Yang Games’ previous business condition wasn’t good.

What if Mr. Pei wanted to establish authority today by finding an excuse to fire an employee who arrived late? It would be extremely unfortunate for whoever that happened to be.

So, everyone was extra vigilant, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Wang Xiaobin was under particular pressure.

As a lead designer who had been brought in for damage control, he wasn’t confident in his abilities at all.

With Old Liu gone, Wang Xiaobin, as the numerical designer, was indeed the right person to take over based on seniority.

Others would struggle to command respect, and Du Ruijie didn’t trust them.

Wang Xiaobin hadn’t thought too much about it. Mr. Du had appointed him, and he couldn’t refuse. Moreover, at that time, Shang Yang Games could have disbanded at any moment, so he didn’t think he would hold the lead designer position for long.

But Wang Xiaobin knew clearly that while he was skilled at creating data tables and balancing numerical values, he wasn’t equipped to coordinate the entire project’s development work and determine the game’s overall direction.

So Wang Xiaobin planned to be upfront with Mr. Pei today, hoping Mr. Pei could bring in an experienced designer from Tenda Games to serve as the lead designer, while he would be content to assist.

In the workstation to Wang Xiaobin’s left rear, a young man was secretly using his phone to reply to messages.

In the chat window was a message just sent by Ma Yi’s group: “How’s it going, Xiao Ye? Has Tenda’s HR called you recently?”

Ye Zhizhou replied: “No.”

Ma Yi’s group: “That can’t be right. I mentioned your situation to Mr. Pei last time, and he said he definitely wouldn’t let you become unemployed. Could it be that he’s been too busy lately and forgot?”

Ye Zhizhou: “Mr. Pei directly acquired Shang Yang Games, didn’t you know?”

Ma Yi’s group: “???”

There was no reply for a long time. Ma Yi’s group was confused.

What did Mr. Pei mean by this?

They had only hoped Mr. Pei could help resolve a brother’s employment issue, but Mr. Pei’s “definitely won’t let him become unemployed” meant this?

He had acquired Shang Yang Games!

Ma Yi’s group didn’t know about this because Pei Qian thought it wasn’t particularly relevant to them, so he hadn’t disclosed it yet.

So Ma Yi was completely stunned.

“Could it be that because Mr. Pei saw how excellent Huang Sibo and I are, he thought other employees at Shang Yang Games were also excellent, so he simply acquired the company?”

“…What am I thinking? That’s impossible.”

Ma Yi had left Shang Yang Games not long ago and knew exactly what kind of company it was.

To describe it in four words: beyond salvation!

Acquiring a gaming company that was already buried, what was Mr. Pei up to?

Ye Zhizhou looked at his watch. It was time to start work, so he quickly replied: “Brother Ma, gotta go now. Mr. Pei might be coming soon.”

Putting away his phone, Ye Zhizhou continued pretending to look at his computer screen.

Soon after, Ye Zhizhou felt the atmosphere in the office suddenly become serious.

Glancing with the corner of his eye, sure enough, Mr. Pei had arrived!

Although he had seen him once before, seeing him again still made him feel somewhat breathless under this confident aura.

Despite Mr. Pei being very young, for some reason, his every movement carried a special quality.

How to describe this quality…

Not lacking money?

Self-confidence?

Compassion for the world?

Doing things his way?

None of these seemed quite right.

In short, in terms of temperament, Mr. Pei was not an ordinary person. He was the complete opposite of the former Mr. Du.

Thinking of the successful games Mr. Pei had created, it added a halo to him, making him hard to look at directly.

“Indeed, this is what a true leader should look like. Mr. Du was at most a nouveau riche.”

“A true genius designer should be like this!”

Ye Zhizhou was sincerely admired.