Just as Chen Lin was preparing to gather people.
Inside Dawn Studio.
Old Song was holding his phone, standing by the window with a serious expression.
"Old Song, our two companies have been cooperating for many years now, haven't we?"
Yang Liang, the director of Star Travel, spoke slowly from the other end of the phone.
"Indeed, it's been many years. Director Yang, why do you suddenly bring this up?"
Old Song's expression darkened slightly, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
Based on his understanding of Yang Liang, he definitely had an ulterior motive.
As expected.
After a moment of silence, Yang Liang spoke directly: "Star Travel wants to buy out the game slay the spire. I hope you can help us get an introduction."
Buy out slay the spire?
Old Song's heart skipped a beat, and his expression was a little subtle.
Obviously, seeing slay the spire quickly become popular, Star Travel finally couldn't sit still and decided to set his sights on him.
Taking a deep breath, he said lightly: "If you want to discuss a buyout, shouldn't you contact the game's Designer directly?"
"We've contacted him before and offered a very sincere price, but that Designer doesn't seem to appreciate it." Yang Liang's voice gradually turned cold.
"I heard that your Dawn Studio is fully responsible for the subsequent production of this game, right?"
"What do you mean?" Old Song's heart tightened.
"Nothing, didn't you say earlier that you wanted us to help with the production? I plan to send a few people over to assist you, what do you think?"
Although Yang Liang's words were a question, there was no hint of seeking permission.
If it had been before, when the game wasn't popular, Old Song would have gladly accepted this request.
But now it was different.
slay the spire already had the potential to become a huge hit, and many manufacturers were eyeing it like hungry wolves.
Once any mistake occurred, it would not be so easy to recover.
Even all the employees in his studio had signed the highest level of confidentiality agreements before receiving the subsequent production of the game from Chen Lin.
Now, to insert a few outsiders.
He didn't need to think to know what Star Travel was planning.
Old Song was very angry.
Whether for the reputation of the studio or for his relationship with Chen Lin, he could not agree to this rude request.
This was simply trying to push him and the studio into a fire pit!
"If it's for this matter, then please leave. I'm afraid I can't help much."
After speaking, he directly hung up the phone, not giving the other party a chance to react.
Because he could completely imagine Yang Liang's angry expression.
At the same time, he was also very clear that his outright refusal would definitely offend Star Travel, and the coming days would probably be difficult.
As expected.
Less than ten minutes passed.
An employee rushed in from outside.
"Boss, something big has happened! Arc Light and Cold Travel said they want to terminate our previous cooperation projects!"
Then.
Another employee appeared with a report.
"Boss, Star River just called and said that the outsourcing project they were negotiating with us has found other partners!"
Star River Studio.
It was the largest studio held by Star Travel.
Their attitude was equivalent to Star Travel's attitude.
To change partners at this time, the meaning was already clear: they wanted to suppress him through this method and force him to comply!
Bang!
Old Song slammed his fist heavily on the desk, his arms full of bulging veins.
As an insider, how could he not know the stench of this industry?
But even so, for survival, he still had to immerse himself in this big dyeing vat, drifting with the current, powerless to change.
As long as new forces emerged wanting a piece of the pie, they would be jointly suppressed by big companies, using every possible means.
It was simply too difficult to stand out!
"Am I really not suited for this industry..."
Old Song slumped into his chair, looking at the cars and pedestrians outside the window.
He remembered his youthful vigor, his grand ambitions when he first established the studio, planning to achieve great things.
But in the end.
He still fell because he refused to bow down.
It made him unable to stop mocking himself.
After a long time, as if making a certain decision, he tiredly looked up: "Go, call everyone in. I have something to announce."
After the meeting.
The dozen or so employees of the studio walked out of the office one after another, their moods heavy.
Old Song did not hide anything from them, laying bare the studio's current situation and preparing to cut expenses.
He would not treat those who were willing to stay unfairly.
And he promised that if anyone wanted to leave, after the project was completed, they would receive three times their salary as severance pay.
In this era where 996 was the norm.
There were not many bosses who could do this much.
Even when leaving the office, the two female clerks were wiping away tears, sobbing softly.
They truly couldn't bear to part with this team they had been with for so long and the familiar environment.
Of course.
Some people had conflicted expressions, appearing somewhat hesitant.
After lingering outside the door for a long time, they finally mustered the courage to turn back, arriving before Old Song, who was closing his eyes to rest.
"Have you thought it through?"
Old Song didn't open his eyes, as if he had already known they would come.
The Two people exchanged glances, then cautiously said: "We have thought it through. Please approve, Boss."
"..."
Old Song didn't speak, looking up at the three people standing before him.
These Three people had been with him since he established the studio; they were among the oldest batch of employees.
Although he was very surprised by their departure, he did not show it.
After all, people strive for higher places, and water flows to lower places.
Staying in this small studio for so many years without complaint was already benevolent and righteous.
"Go, developing in a big company is indeed much better than my small place, and I will still pay you the agreed salary as usual."
"Boss..."
One of them opened his mouth, clearly not expecting Old Song to know that they had been poached by a big company.
The other Two people also had a flash of panic on their faces.
However, since they had already made up their minds, there was no turning back.
"I'm very sorry, I can no longer continue to work at Dawn Studio."
"Thank you, Boss, for your understanding!"
Saying that, he bowed deeply to Old Song, as if thanking him for his care over the years.
"Alright, alright." Old Song waved his hand, "Submit your resignation to HR, and you can leave after completing the work handover."
After speaking, he directly turned his back, unwilling to look at the Three people again.
The work handover was done quickly.
That afternoon, the people who resigned completed all formalities and left the studio under the gaze of the other employees.
After all, with the project funding withdrawn, there wasn't much work on hand.
Instead of clinging on stubbornly, it was better to settle up and leave quickly; this was also an advantage of being a small entity.
And the original dozen or so people at Dawn Studio were now reduced to ten, all of whom had a strong sense of belonging to the studio.
After finishing all the work.
Only then did Old Song pick up his phone to contact Chen Lin, telling him about this matter, as they still had a collaboration.
However.
What Old Song completely didn't expect was.
When he heard him say he wanted to disband the studio, Chen Lin's happy voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone.
"Old Song, don't disband the studio. Transfer it to my name. I just happen to be short on people."
"Are you sure!?"