Self-inflicted self-inflicted rebirth

London, England.

This is the capital of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, the world's financial center, a world-leading world-class city, and the world's number one financial center.

History has never lacked records, and there is no shortage of romantic poets and painters. For this huge city that is crawling like a giant beast, everyone may have different opinions, but it is definitely not a mediocre feeling.

London at night is colorful, there are fairy tales and romantic love stories here, which are both singing and crying.

Sitting in the black car, the black car was driving smoothly on the wide and clean road, Su Chen looked through the glass of the car window at the bustling neon lights outside the window.

This ancient and modern city that attracts the world's attention, this city full of extravagance and mystery and romanticism, did not have the intention of letting Su Chen stop for a while, he just eagerly wanted to return to the place where he huddled together on the sofa. The group owns the small villa where their baby is.

Rubbing his forehead, Su Chen casually took off his coat that smelled of red wine. Unlike in China, the wine here is very light, not strong but not lacking in the aroma and simplicity of taste.

"Plitzer."

On the other side of the driver's seat, a man with a western appearance stopped flipping the document, then raised his head, and took the clothes from Su Chen's hand.

Su Chen lay on his back on the seat: "Dulu probably has a few more days to let go."

Pulitzer put down Su Chen's coat, flipped through the materials that were put aside, and talked freely: "According to the price he quoted and the materials in our hands, it can be judged that he has appeared in the final process of game development. The lack of funds, apart from us, among local companies, only a small company in Boonby House is interested..."

Su Chen still rested on his back without moving, Pulitzer turned his head to look, and saw Su Chen slightly raised his hand and continued talking.

"Master Su, in fact, according to the market, compared with similar markets, the game IP of Blizzard is not worthy of our development. The tower defense game in the same market, the Heroes of Fire under Bisen's bidding, is actually more brilliant..."

Su Chen opened his eyes and raised his hand to stop Pulitzer's words, turned his head to look at Pulitzer, and said, "You don't need to make any guesses, and you don't need to estimate the value, executive officer, a few days."

Pulitzer pursed his lips and sighed: "One week."

The car was somewhat quiet, the driver was driving quietly, the only co-pilot was a man in a suit who never spoke.

Pulitzer hesitated, and then said: "Blizzard won't last long, as long as there is another week, its shortcomings will definitely appear, the price will be reduced by five points compared to now, the tug-of-war will last a little longer, and there will be no more funds Without the support, their studio will not be able to survive, and they will lose all their money.”

After listening, Su Chen's eyes flickered with light in the dark night, and then he looked at the neon lights outside the window, lively and free, Su Chen suddenly calmed down.

"No, three days, three days later, how much he wants, give him."

There are still three days before the time to agree to Su Li, Su Chen does not want to see the loneliness on Su Li's face, nor does he want to break his promise to Su Li, maybe this is nothing, but Su Chen is not happy.

Su Chen wanted to see himself standing where he was, and Su Li's expression of astonishment at that moment jumped towards him happily. This was his obsession, and it was also Su Chen's purpose of living a new life.

"Master Su, what we need to calculate is whether the later development of this project is worth the price. According to the current quotation, I don't think the price is worth it, and it's not worth pushing it to the front of the screen."

In fact, according to Pulitzer's current views and standards, what he said is correct, but the Blizzard in the previous life was indeed popular all over the world. No matter what region or corner, this Blizzard is everywhere.

The small company that Pulitzer mentioned before became popular because of this, and it became popular all over the world with the help of Blizzard.

"That's it, the extra price will be charged from my private account."

The car was still driving smoothly on the streets of London. In the calm car, the mobile phone rang untimely.

Su Chen's gaze turned to the screen of the mobile phone, Zhao Yaoze's call, since Zhao Yaoze hung up on the phone before, Zhao Yaoze would call several times, Su Chen didn't ask about specific matters.

According to the power of the Zhao family, there is no need for Su Chen to intervene. The second son of the Zhao family can do everything except himself.

"Om."

The phone vibrated again, this time with a message.

"Brother Chen, I'm in London. I have no money and I'm going to starve to death. Where are you?" The tone was pitiful.

Su Chen frowned and called back the phone, but was quickly connected: "What's going on? Where's your person?"

Zhao Yaoze was quiet, he could only hear the sound of breathing, and said half aloud: "I didn't let them follow."

"What happened? What's the matter? I'll send someone to pick you up. Where are you?"

"..."

"..."

Su Chen walked into the brightly lit apartment, and what he saw was the scene of Zhao Yaoze eating and drinking in his own apartment, it seemed that he was really hungry.

Su Chen asked people to leave first, and walked into the apartment by himself, Zhao Yaoze was happier seeing Su Chen than seeing his own father.

"Yao'er, what's the matter? Chased here."

Zhao Yaoze paused, and sat down on the sofa, a little bit aggrieved, holding his mouth: "I have no money, borrow money."

It was Su Chen's turn to be surprised: "No money? Do you seem like someone without money? Where are your assets?"

"Except for clubs and racetracks, there are also things that can't move on the surface, and I cashed out all of them."

Su Chen sat opposite Zhao Yaoze and squinted his eyes, staring at Zhao Yaoze: "I didn't receive any news that something happened to you, what happened?"

Su Chen looked at Zhao Yaoze pursing his lips, completely lost the appearance of the arrogant second son, looking miserable.

Zhao Yaoze said: "I put Shen Xinchen to sleep..."

"Huh?" Su Chen stopped holding the cigarette, looked up at Zhao Yaoze, as if he didn't hear clearly.

Zhao Yaoze continued to raise his head, and stood up suddenly: "I said, I let Shen Xinchen sleep!!"

Su Chen: "..."

"What do you mean by sleeping?"

Su Chen watched Zhao Yaoze turn from miserable to arrogant again, and when he mentioned Shen Xinchen's words, there was a bit of impatience.

"Just...just, what I meant to open the room was real, and then I was at a disadvantage. He put me to sleep... Do you understand?"

Su Chen's long silence made Zhao Yaoze even more irritated: "I didn't ask you to find a place for me, it was an accident, I just wanted to borrow money, let me transfer my recent turnover first..."

Su Chen pointed at the table with his fingers, seeing Zhao Yaoze's state, it's not that he had a bad fight with Shen Xinchen.

"Sit down and talk."

Zhao Yaoze scratched his hair, put his feet up on the coffee table, and stuffed a cigarette from his pocket into his mouth.