8: Chapter 8: Billions in Red Envelopes Smash the Spring Festival Gala, Fetion is Going to the Sky!

Three days after the launch of League of Heroes, the entire gaming circle completely exploded.

Because the first player to reach level 30 actually received a 100-yuan red envelope from Fetion.

"Holy crap! They're actually giving out money!"

"Brothers, charge! This game is for real!"

"Damn, I want to play too!"

The number of online players instantly surged to a new height.

But what was even more ridiculous was that,

Fetion also became popular along with it.

Especially the girls; after seeing the red envelope feature, their eyes lit up one by one.

"Wow! You can even send red envelopes?"

"This is so much fun!"

"I want to download Fetion too!"

People who didn't play games also started installing Fetion.

Chen Mo looked at the backend data, smiling like a fox.

"Hehe, this is just the beginning."

He also happened to launch "Handheld Tribe," where users could check battle records, view rankings, and claim rewards.

The result—

The download volume of the mobile version of Fetion instantly doubled.

...

Penguin Group, WeChat Office.

A group of people were pacing around in a panic.

"Boss, Fetion users are about to catch up to us!"

"If we don't promote it soon, we're going to be overtaken!"

"Hurry up and apply for resources!"

Zhang Long rubbed his temples, his expression grim.

He naturally knew the threat of Fetion.

But inside Penguin, they were "raising Gu"—several teams were all working on communication tools.

He wanted to promote it?

He had to pass the internal hurdle first.

"What's the rush?"

Zhang Long said in a deep voice,

"The more popular Fetion becomes, the more the group will value us."

He knew very well in his heart—

The real opponent wasn't Fetion, it was Ali.

Ali's communication tool was directly tied to Alipay; that was what was truly terrifying.

...

When Fetion users broke through twenty million, Chen Mo got bored again.

The company had Zhang Kai.

The programming had AI.

Every day, besides drinking tea, he just looked at data.

"Sigh, so boring."

At nine o'clock in the evening, he simply went to the Nightfall Bar.

Lights flashed, and the music was deafening.

Chen Mo leaned against the bar, drinking wine and watching the crowd swaying on the dance floor.

"The life of a rich man is just this dull."

...

"Ding, this month's lucky draw count has been refreshed."

Chen Mo's eyes lit up.

"Lucky draw!"

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining Grandmaster-level Singing Skill!"

Chen Mo: "..."

"Another useless skill like this?"

He sighed.

"Whatever, at least it's better than nothing."

...

The next day, Chen Mo took Wu Xue and Zhang Kai and flew to the capital.

"We're going to CCTV," Chen Mo said.

Wu Xue was stunned. "What are we going to CCTV for?"

"To talk business," Chen Mo smiled mysteriously.

...

CCTV Building, conference room.

Director Jiang looked at Chen Mo with a face full of doubt.

"Your Tianxing Technology? Just founded a few months ago?"

Chen Mo smiled. "Director Jiang, listen to the quote first."

He held up one finger.

"One billion in advertising fees."

Director Jiang's eyelid twitched.

Chen Mo then held up ten fingers.

"Plus another ten billion to give out red envelopes to the people of the whole country."

Director Jiang was completely dumbfounded.

"Ten... ten billion?"

Wu Xue timely handed over the proof of assets.

"Issued by the head office of the Dragon Country Bank, 11 billion in cash has arrived."

Director Jiang swallowed hard.

This is damn well rich!

"Fine! Let's cooperate!"

Any hesitation for even a second would be a sign of disrespect to those eleven billion!

...

Over the next few days, Chen Mo took Wu Xue around the capital.

Visiting the Forbidden City, climbing the Great Wall, and eating roast duck.

In the evening, the two sat on the hotel balcony, looking at the night view of the capital.

Wu Xue leaned on Chen Mo's shoulder and whispered, "You're so bad."

Chen Mo hugged her. "But you still like it?"

Wu Xue's face turned red, and she didn't speak.

That night, she gave herself to him.

...

Half a month later, Chen Mo and Wu Xue returned to Magic City.

Fetion users broke through thirty million.

League of Heroes was earning 400 million RMB a month.

Overseas markets also began to turn a profit.

At the Penguin Group general meeting, Brother Ma uncharacteristically lost his temper.

"Who allowed you to sell the shares of Riot?!"

The Vice President in charge of games lowered his head, not daring to speak.

...

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was 2012.

Only half a month was left until the Lunar New Year.

After spending a few days with Miss Wu and the great beauty Wu.

Chen Mo looked out the window, suddenly feeling a bit homesick.

"It's time to go back and visit."