To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Although no one had explicitly stated it, Tianyi’s Rong City branch had already regarded Fang Cheng Studio as its greatest adversary.

If eight months ago someone had told them that a newly established studio would challenge their status, they would have scoffed at the idea.

But reality is often so fantastical; the opponent had indeed managed to do just that.

After watching the competition program, Zhang Ping’s eyes widened, and his heart churned with shock and awe.

Before the show began, he had secretly prayed that “Who is the Champion” would at least meet the passing mark, providing the Gauls with some stimulation, forcing them to change their minds would suffice.

But after watching it, he realized that the show was even better than he had imagined.

And from the preview of the next episode, even more explosive effects were yet to come, which made him eagerly anticipate what would unfold, desiring to see the subsequent content.

Glancing at the Gauls, he noticed the eleven foreigners sitting up straight, stroking their chins as they pondered the impact of the show, remaining silent for a long time.

Initially, when they learned that Fang Cheng Studio had a competition program, they laughed heartily and then expressed that they would take a look.

“But we might be quite strict, and we might say some harsh words then, so we hope it doesn’t reach Fang Cheng Studio.”

Of course, it doesn’t matter if it does.

A small studio, after all, it doesn’t matter.

The program had just begun, and they were still able to talk and laugh.

However, as soon as the game screen appeared for the first time, their expressions instantly transformed from disdain to shock and remained so until the show ended, after which they turned serious.

After a brief discussion among themselves, the blond youth raised his hand and had the interpreter translate his words: “Excuse me, did you record this?”

“Record? Oh, no need, the TV can replay it, we’ll just replay it.”

“Good, thank you, please replay it.”

Upon replaying “Who is the Champion,” the eleven Gauls immediately sat upright and started watching intently.

This time, they were much more serious in their attitude, even pausing to have the interpreter translate their comments, occasionally slowing down to scrutinize the actual images in the game.

After watching it for the second time, they did not stop but continued to replay it.

Observing the earnest Gauls, Zhang Ping felt an unexpected sense of satisfaction.

Who says Gauls don’t work overtime! When it comes to something they’re interested in, they enjoy working overtime more than anyone.

Finally, after watching for the third time, the blond youth spoke to the interpreter, who then addressed Zhang Ping: “Mr. Zhang, Mr. Alan says they have new inspiration and need to revise their original proposal. They need someone to work with them; whom do you think would be suitable?”

After hearing these words, Zhang Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

He had thought he would need to withstand two weeks of pressure, but it had only taken one night.

Thank you, Fang Cheng Studio, your program is truly fantastic.

However, after the gratitude came immense pressure because this meant they had to carve out their own unique features to taste the second victory.

But regardless, the crisis was over.

As for the recommended candidate, he already had someone in mind.

Pulling Qiu Yu over, he said to the interpreter, “This is the one.”