Have you ever made games? Then you should write about games!

8: am.

Edo, Chiba Prefecture, Narita Airport waiting area.

"Passengers boarding flight IJ006 bound for Shanghai, China, please proceed to the check-in counter."

A loud announcement blared from the loudspeakers in the waiting area, repeated three times, reminding passengers on the flight not to miss their boarding gate.

"Mr. Chen, it's time to prepare for boarding."

In a corner of the waiting hall, Yin Qingying gently touched Chen Dong's arm, then stood up and woke up the other StarCard employees who were dozing off one by one.

Since Huaxin Air Helicopter was unable to secure a flight route in a short period of time, Chen Dong had no choice but to take his employees back to China via public flights.

After publishing the two latest chapters of the novel, Chen Dong stood up from the warm iron chair, stretched, and turned to look to the side.

More than a dozen employees of Xingka occupied the iron chairs in the entire waiting hall, and several conscious employees also joined in helping Yin Qingying wake up her colleagues.

Then, Chen Dong turned his attention to the huge electronic screen in the waiting hall.

Flight IJ006 from Edo to Shanghai is listed at the very top of all flights, with the words "Check-in in progress" highlighted in large green text in the remarks section.

However, Chen Dong's attention was not on the green notes, but remained fixed on the words "Edo".

Suddenly, Chen Dong revealed a cold smile and murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

"Japan's national blogger? Escape from Chickenkov is far inferior to Pro Evolution Soccer?"

Hehe, I'll use the GJA awards at the end of the year to show everyone which game, Escape from Chicken or Pro Evolution Soccer, is more popular!

After making a solemn vow, Chen Dong picked up his backpack and headed towards the boarding gate.

As he finished checking in and walked through the corridor to his plane, his cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

After pressing the answer button, Xia, the translator, spoke through the receiver, sounding slightly anxious.

"Mr. Chen, your booth inside the exhibition hall has been vandalized by someone, and all the equipment has been damaged."

Inside the Makuhari Messe exhibition hall, Xia, the translator, stood in the crowd and watched as the organizers slowly pulled up a cordon to surround the messy stalls.

In addition, a staff member held a megaphone and promised that they would do their best to find the culprit who committed the vandalism, and also took the opportunity to announce Starcard's decision to end the game exhibition early.

Upon hearing the news that Starcard had ended its game exhibition early, many Starcard fans showed expressions of regret, while also expressing their disgust for the troublesome Japanese national blogger.

If it weren't for that guy, Starcard definitely wouldn't have ended the game exhibition prematurely.

As for the culprits who vandalized the stalls, they were undoubtedly some extreme fans.

Most of the Japanese people in the crowd wore expressions of mockery and ridicule, and some even spoke shamelessly.

"The Chinese shamelessly came to participate in the Edo Game Show, yet they disrespected Mr. Fujishima. I think it wasn't that they ended the exhibition early, but rather that they were kicked out by the organizers."

"The organizers did a good job. In my opinion, they should just blacklist Chinese people from now on and refuse them participation in the Edo Game Show. Anyway, Chinese people can't make any fun games."

"Haha, why are you speaking such blunt truths? Be careful not to hurt the pride of these world barnacles."

"They've come all the way to the Edo Game Show, and instead of playing games from companies like Konami and Nintendo, they insist on playing these terrible games made by Chinese people. I really don't understand what they're thinking."

These Japanese people made no attempt to hide their mockery, and every now and then they would glance at the Chinese people next to them, as if they were afraid the other people wouldn't know they were talking about the Chinese.

Even though most Chinese people don't understand Japanese, they can tell from the occasional glances and undisguised laughter that the Japanese aren't saying anything nice.

However, since this was the other party's home turf, it was not appropriate to start a conflict openly, so they could only mutter a few complaints in their hearts.

Although Xia, the translator, could understand the Japanese people around him who were slandering Starcard, he had gotten used to it.

Due to historical animosity, many people in China hold a negative view of Japan.

In Japan, due to education and propaganda, many Japanese people also hold a condescending attitude towards Chinese people.

Therefore, it can be said that the two sides look down on each other.

On the other end of the phone, Chen Dong didn't react much after hearing the news that the stall had been vandalized. Instead, he waited in line to board the plane while reminding the translator, Xia, to be careful, as if it wasn't Xingka's stall that had been damaged.

"Mr. Chen, have you already left Edo?"

"To be precise," Chen Dong said, sitting in a somewhat cramped economy class seat. His height of over 1.8 meters made it difficult for him to stretch his legs out.

"I'm currently on a flight to Shanghai, and it will be a few more hours before I can leave Edo."

"Neon is still too dangerous, Xia, please be careful too."

Then, Chen Dong stopped chatting and, at the flight attendant's reminder, hung up the phone and switched it to airplane mode.

"Mr. Chen, what happened?"

Sitting next to Chen Dong, Yin Qingying turned around and asked curiously after Chen Dong hung up the phone.

"It's not a big deal," Chen Dong said with a smile, telling Yin Qingying about the damage to his stall.

Unlike Chen Dong, Yin Qingying did not appear as calm. Although her face did not show any expression, the shock and fear in her phoenix eyes revealed the turmoil in her heart.

After the initial shock and fear subsided, looking around the cabin and at the flight attendants reminding everyone of the precautions, Yin Qingying's eyes filled with relief.

"Neon is indeed an unsafe place. Luckily, we ended the exhibition early."

Patting her large chest, Yin Qingying let out a soft breath, visibly relaxing.

Chen Dong then shifted his gaze from the trembling behemoth to the airport scenery outside the window.

The filter he had developed of Japan through Japanese anime had quietly shattered.

Just as Chen Dong and the others were waiting for the plane to take off, inside the Makuhari Messe exhibition hall, Xia, the translator, put away her phone and was about to turn around and leave when she saw a commotion not far away.

And this commotion is getting closer and closer.

Until the instigator of the commotion, Fujishima Yuichiro, came into his line of sight.

"Why is this guy here?"

Xia's utterance, spoken without thinking, simultaneously expressed the sentiments of all the Chinese people present.

When Fujishima Yuichiro saw Hoshina's messy stall, his first words aroused the indignation of many people.

"What a pity! I never expected someone to vandalize a game company's booth. The organizers must catch the culprit as soon as possible!"