My capital is quite large.

In the lobby on the first floor, the numbers on the elevator indicator lights kept climbing.

The lackey leader stood there, cold sweat instantly soaking through the back of his shirt.

Although he was of low rank, he had worked at a major company for several years, so he couldn't possibly mistake the purple tag from the SNG president's office.

Having the president's assistant personally come downstairs to greet him, and even using the executive-only elevator... what exactly is Li Feng up to?!

He dared not delay, abandoned the documents, and ran frantically toward the fire escape, rushing back to the office area in one breath. He barged into Zhao Peng's private office without even knocking.

"Mr. Zhao... Mr. Zhao! Something's happened!"

Zhao Peng was leaning back in his boss's chair, drinking tea, when he was startled by the abrupt opening of the door. He frowned and said, "What's the panic? Is the sky falling down?"

"Li Feng! Li Feng didn't leave!" The henchman leader swallowed hard, stammering anxiously, "I saw him on the first floor just now. He was picked up by the assistant from the president's office at SNG and taken to the 22nd floor in the VIP elevator! And that assistant called him something like... the head of LF_Studio!"

"What did you say?"

Zhao Peng sat up abruptly, his expression shifting rapidly.

His first reaction was: Could Li Feng be some kind of hidden royal relative or someone with connections?

"Impossible..." Zhao Peng muttered to himself. He was the kind of person who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Before stealing Li Feng's credit, he had thoroughly investigated Li Feng's background check and family records.

My parents are both farmers, typical small-town test-takers with no connections or backing—that's for sure! Could it be that I've really kicked a steel plate?

"Wait, what did you just say the SNG people called him?" Zhao Peng suddenly seized on the blind spot.

"It seems to be... LF Glitch Studio?"

Zhao Peng grabbed the mouse and frantically typed those letters into the intranet and search engines.

The moment the Enter key was pressed, a deluge of news and data analysis reports popped up on the screen.

[The phenomenal hit web game "Happy Farm" on Renren.com has surpassed three million daily active users!]

[Unveiling the Mysterious Developer Behind the Vegetable Stealing Craze: LF_Studio!]

Zhao Peng's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared intently at the screen showing the first launch date of "Happy Farm"—February 18th.

That was the time when Li Feng volunteered to stay at the company to run tests!

"Manager Zhao!" The henchman team leader also came over and saw the information on the screen, his voice trembling with excitement, "This kid is slacking off while on pay! He's using the company computers and internet to develop his own games during work hours!"

Zhao Peng's breathing quickened instantly, his initial panic vanished, replaced by ecstasy.

Happy Farm is incredibly popular right now; everyone in the internet community knows about it.

If this game was made using Tencent's resources, then according to labor law and company regulations, the core intellectual property rights of this game should belong to Tencent!

"Find evidence!" Zhao Peng slammed his fist on the table, his face contorted with rage. "If we can find even a trace of source code on his computer, or his game compilation logs during work hours, we can sue him for embezzling company trade secrets! Then not only will the game be ours, but I can also send him to work on a sewing machine!"

……

At this very moment, on the 22nd floor of the Fiyta Building.

In the VIP meeting room 2201, Mr. Wang, the general manager of SNG Space Business Department, and several other executives were looking at the young man who pushed the door open with astonishment.

There were no suits and ties, no airs of business elites.

He was wearing a cheap plaid shirt and carrying a worn-out cardboard box filled with odds and ends and printed with the penguin logo.

"Mr. Li... Mr. Li?" Mr. Wang stood up hesitantly.

"Just call me Li Feng." Li Feng pulled out a chair and sat down without any ceremony, then casually placed the cardboard box on the expensive solid wood conference table next to him.

Mr. Wang glanced at the cardboard box, chuckled awkwardly to cover his embarrassment, and said, "Mr. Li is truly a promising young man. What a coincidence, you happen to be doing business near our Feiyada Building today?"

The executives naturally assumed that a product manager with the talent to independently create phenomenal hits must have their own studio or team. Their presence here was purely coincidental.

"I wasn't doing any business nearby." Li Feng adjusted himself into a comfortable sitting position, his tone calm. "I just finished my resignation procedures downstairs ten minutes ago."

"Resign? From where..." Mr. Wang asked instinctively, but his voice trailed off.

He glanced at the cardboard box with the penguin logo, then at Li Feng's overly young face, and suddenly realized something, gasping for breath.

"You...you were originally an employee of Tencent?!"

"Interactive Entertainment Group (IEG), Edge PC Game Testing Team, six-month internship." Li Feng's lips curled into a playful smile. "Half an hour ago, due to consecutive D performance ratings, they were deemed incompetent and honorably laid off."

Several SNG executives looked at each other, their expressions incredibly varied.

Those idiots at IEG downstairs actually fired a genius who single-handedly stirred up the domestic social network storm, citing insufficient ability?!

After a brief moment of shock, Mr. Wang, being a seasoned veteran, quickly adjusted his mindset.

The management chaos within IEG is none of SNG's business; all he cares about now is the goldmine that is Happy Farm.

"Ahem... Mr. Li's talent has been buried, which is the dereliction of duty of his subordinates. But now that you have left the company, we can speak frankly and openly."

Mr. Wang placed his hands on the table, his eyes sharpening: "Tencent wants to acquire all the copyrights and underlying code of 'Happy Farm'. We've done an internal evaluation; while the gameplay is novel, the technical barriers are extremely low. Considering we were 'once family,' we'll offer a fixed price of five million RMB. For a recent graduate, that's an absolute fortune that would grant them financial freedom."

"Fifteen million." Li Feng's tone was flat, without the slightest hint of bargaining. "Not a penny less."

Mr. Wang's brows furrowed instantly: "Mr. Li, do you have some misunderstanding about the market? A web-based game with no technical barriers to entry is only popular for a short time. Once it's cracked and copied by other major companies, its value will plummet. Fifteen million? Absolutely impossible, it's not worth that much at all."

"Yeah?"

Li Feng stood up without hesitation and picked up the tattered cardboard box with one hand.

"Mr. Wang, arrogance is a common problem among big companies. What you're really interested in isn't the game's technology, but rather its viral potential to build strong social connections."

"Since we can't agree on a price, let's wait and see how things develop. Goodbye."

There was no feigned indifference, and no dragging things out.

He pushed open the door and walked out of the conference room, leaving behind a room full of executives with livid faces.

……

Just half an hour later.

An unseen storm swept through the interior of the Fiyta Building.

Mr. Lin, the vice president of the IEG business group, was sitting in his office at the moment, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

SNG wanted to spend five million to acquire a hit game, only to discover that the developer was actually an intern who had just been fired by IEG!

This joke has already spread among the senior executives.

The president of SNG even called to sarcastically "thank" IEG for providing the industry with top talent.

"Bang!"

Vice President Lin slammed his teacup on the table and dialed Zhao Peng's internal phone number.

"Zhao Peng! What a mess you've made!" The moment the call connected, Vice President Lin's furious roar made Zhao Peng's eardrums ache. "Your subordinate created a product of 'Happy Farm' caliber, and you fired him with a D performance rating?!"

"President Lin, please let me explain! That kid must have done it while on paid side jobs during work hours!" Zhao Peng argued, sweating profusely.

"I don't care how he did it! I just want the result!"

Vice President Lin's voice was cold and ruthless. "I'm giving you time to find me evidence that he used company resources to develop a game before you leave work today! As long as you have evidence, the legal department can intervene, reclaim the copyright, and recover the losses!"

"If no evidence can be found... someone has to take responsibility for this serious personnel incident."

Beep—beep—beep.

As he listened to the dial tone, Zhao Peng felt his hands and feet turn ice cold.

He scrambled out of the office, leading his lackey team leader and several key members of the technical department, and pounced on Li Feng's workstation right next to the toilet.

"Take it apart! Take the computer apart! Connect the hard drive directly to the data recovery device!" Zhao Peng roared hoarsely.

Several technicians worked for two whole hours, their brows slick with sweat.

The result, however, was like falling into an ice cave.

"Mr. Zhao... Mr. Zhao." The key technical staff member looked up with a grim expression. "Forget about the source code, this hard drive was formatted and flushed three times by the underlying overwrite script. It's cleaner than my face; you can't even find a single browser history."

Zhao Peng's legs went weak, and he slumped into the dusty office chair, his eyes vacant.

It’s over.

There is no evidence.

Li Feng not only did not sign a non-compete agreement, but as a peripheral tester still in his probationary period, he was not bound by any core restrictions with a high level of confidentiality.

He could easily and openly claim that this simple Flash game, which is technically very easy, was created in his spare time at an internet cafe after get off work.

Even if the case goes to court, the penguin cannot produce any evidence to convict him.

"That kid... he planned this all along..."

Looking at the empty desktop, Zhao Peng felt a chill run down his spine.

The small-town test-taker, who had been trampled underfoot and humiliated for half a year, actually watched their performance quietly with the same look they had on a clown.