Zhao Changheng glanced at Xu Xiangbei, a cunning glint in his eyes, and sneered, "Dr. Xu, we're still considering when to launch your game. We have several new games under development, and I've just taken over Thunderbird Group, so there's a lot to handle."
Knowing Zhao Changheng was just giving him the brush-off, Xu Xiangbei didn't hold back: "President Zhao, we've had our conflicts before, but that doesn't stop us from making money together. Ancient Moon Red Dust sold well; before it was even launched, it had nearly a million players. If you develop new games, you'll need new resources and human capital. Why not re-launch Ancient Moon Red Dust? You wouldn't let a personal vendetta kill off a money-making opportunity, would you?"
