Chapter 297: Leg Emperor 97

How on earth did they pull this off?

Chen Cong and Du Ziteng exchanged glances, each seeing the same confusion in the other’s eyes.

“Mr Chen, Mr. Du, welcome, welcome!”

Just then, a warm and enthusiastic voice called out from ahead.

Chen Cong turned to look and saw Fang Chang and Wei Yan walking toward them.

“Mr. Fang, Manager Wei! Long time no see!”

Chen Cong greeted them with a smile. Ever since their last meeting at the coffee shop, they hadn’t seen each other again. Any business discussions since then had all been through chat apps.

The two sides shook hands.

“Come, let’s head to the meeting room. As for your team, they can relax in the lounge. We’ve got plenty of entertainment facilities there.”

Fang Chang smiled as he looked at the club members standing behind Chen Cong.

After all, the upcoming discussion didn’t require so many people to be present.

Chen Cong nodded and signaled to Jiang Jiu before following Fang Chang toward the meeting room.

“This way, please. The lounge is over here.”

The man who had originally led them in now turned to the remaining club members with a friendly smile.

Jiang Jiu and the others followed him and soon arrived at a spacious lounge.

“This is the lounge. Feel free to sit wherever you like. On the left, we’ve got TVs, computers, and other entertainment setups. On the right, there’s a snack cabinet and a coffee machine. I’ve got some work to take care of, so I won’t be staying. Make yourselves at home.”

After a brief introduction, the man left.

The remaining club members looked around, taking in their surroundings.

“Brother Jiu, this lounge is huge!”

One of the club members marveled at the setup.

Jiang Jiu scanned the room. The long sofa was big enough for two people to lie down on side by side. In the distance, there were TVs, computers, even arcade machines. Was this really a lounge? It was more like a full-blown game room.

He walked over to one of the computers and checked out its specs—his jaw nearly dropped.

The configuration was better than the ones they had at their own club!

Their club’s computers cost over twenty thousand yuan per setup. But just a quick glance at this one, and he estimated it had to be worth at least thirty thousand—and that was without even checking the detailed internal specs. If those were even higher, the price would go up even more.

And when they passed by the employee workspace earlier, he noticed that the computers the staff were using looked just like this one—same monitors, same towers.

What kind of company was this? These setups were more luxurious than what their club had.

And it wasn’t like Chen Cong and Du Ziteng were short on money. They were both rich second-gens, backed by their families, which was the only reason they dared to invest like they did.

Could it be that the owner of Mingri Group was also some rich second-gen? But even if he was, wasn’t this a bit too extravagant? Even more of a spendthrift than Chen Cong and Du Ziteng?

Jiang Jiu couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. He really didn’t understand how rich people thought.

“Brother Jiu, just sitting around is boring. Come play a few rounds on the arcade!”

One of the club members called out.

Jiang Jiu looked over to see the guy already sitting in front of an arcade machine, powering it on.

He thought for a moment—no point just sitting there—so he walked over and took a seat beside him.

“What do you wanna play?”

“Leg Emperor 97. I used to be a beast at it.”

“Alright!”

Jiang Jiu nodded. When it came to games, he never backed down from a challenge.

The other club members gathered around as well, each picking a machine and jumping in.

The group quickly got into it, laughing and shouting like kids in an arcade, completely immersed in the fun.

…

Meanwhile, in the meeting room,

The two sides had quickly reached an understanding.

“Alright, it’s settled then. However you want to shoot it, I’ll have my team cooperate.”

After a brief discussion, the plan for the next steps was clear.

“The filming will be handled by the people I brought with me. Two of them are professional videographers I hired, and the rest are members of our club. The content will mainly focus on your company’s environment, the work atmosphere, and some interactions between our studio members and Cangxue Games.”

“That’s about it. They already know what to do, so we’ll just let them handle it.”

Chen Cong spoke calmly.

Originally, he had planned to talk to Fang Chang about having the employees act a bit during filming—put on a show of enthusiasm and energy.

But after seeing the way the staff worked, he realized he didn’t need to say a thing.

That kind of passion and drive couldn’t be faked.

“Sounds good. I’ll let my team know to cooperate with the shoot.”

Fang Chang nodded.

Chen Cong smiled and, after a brief pause, spoke again.

“I was wondering, Mr. Fang, would it be possible for us to pay a visit to President Chen of the group?”

Filming at this company was only one of his goals—meeting President Chen was the second.

After all, he’d heard of President Chen for a long time, but had never actually met him in person.

From what he could gather in the Mingri Group’s profile, the head of the company wasn’t very old—in fact, he was even younger than both him and Du Ziteng.

To have built such a massive enterprise at such a young age was truly impressive.

Naturally, they were curious: just what kind of person was this Chen Mo, this President Chen?

“I’ll check if President Chen is in the office today,” Wei Yan said after a moment of thought, speaking slowly.

As he spoke, he stepped aside to make a call. Fang Chang followed him.

In the corner, Fang Chang lowered his voice and asked, “Isn’t President Chen in the office today?”

He’d seen them doing morning exercises earlier—how could he not be in the office?

“I know President Chen is here,” Wei Yan replied calmly, already pulling out his phone. “But what if he doesn’t want to meet them? This way, I’ll have a polite excuse to decline. Otherwise, just saying outright that President Chen doesn’t want to see them would be a bit too harsh, don’t you think?”

Fang Chang nodded in understanding, impressed by Wei Yan’s tact. No wonder he was in charge of client relations—he really did handle things better than he could.

A short while later, Wei Yan ended the call and walked over to Chen Cong and Du Ziteng.

“President Chen is in the office today. I’ll take you up.”

“Much appreciated,” Chen Cong said with a smile. Before heading upstairs, he stopped by the lounge to make arrangements for the shoot.

On the top floor, in the CEO’s office,

Chen Mo rubbed his temples. Wei Yan had just called to inform him that Chen Cong from Sky Pavilion Game Club and Du Ziteng wanted to meet him.

He’d heard of both of them before.

They had played a major role in the success of *Tianlong*.

And the explosive popularity of *Extreme Survival* was also closely tied to them.

He was curious to see what kind of characters these two really were, always showing up at just the right moment to mess with his plans.

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Leg Emperor 97 is the Chinese nickname for the character Kim Kaphwan in the classic fighting game The King of Fighters ’97.

It translates to “Emperor of Legs,” a title that highlights his mastery of powerful and flashy Taekwondo kicks, which dominate his fighting style. The name is a popular term of respect for the character within the Chinese gaming community.