Delta: The First Person at the Peak

Chapter 276 Flipping the Table

"But most of the business deals and contracts you have include clauses that prohibit negative news coverage... The penalty for breach of contract is not a small amount."

"And your fledgling club will definitely be affected as well."

Zhang Jindong frowned, every word revealing his genuine concerns.

Jiang Feng's roommates were filled with worry, fearing that he might ruin his hard-won future in a moment of impulsiveness.

The classroom fell silent for a moment.

Just then, Fang Ningxue suddenly stood up.

She is usually gentle and reserved, like a calm lake, but at this moment her gaze is intense, and her voice is clear and firm:

"How can revealing the truth and telling the facts be negative news? It's the biggest positive thing!"

"As for the club? Regardless of whether it has any impact or not, this matter must be done."

She looked at Jiang Feng, her eyes filled with undisguised trust and support, and something deeper and more passionate was stirring within them:

"This has nothing to do with money, it's all about conscience."

"Yes! I fully support Jiang Feng!" An Ke immediately responded, crossing her arms and her pretty face full of determination.

"I've hated those guys for ages, let's get them!"

The roommates, already seething with anger about the current state of the game, immediately slammed their fists on the table and stood up upon hearing this:

"Let's do it! The game has been in such a mess lately! Someone should have spoken up a long time ago!"

"This game has completely changed since Yifeng left!"

"Fengzi, whatever you say, we'll do!"

Jiang Feng stood in front of the podium, looking at the burning and determined eyes below the stage—eyes filled with worry, excitement, and unwavering resolve.

"Alright. Let's get started now. The most important thing is that this matter must be kept strictly confidential; not a single word can be leaked."

Jiang Feng picked up a pen and began assigning tasks on the blackboard.

The harsh sound of chalk scraping against the blackboard instantly silenced the classroom.

"Time is of the essence, only two days left. I don't care what methods you use, these tasks must be completed—"

Jiang Feng turned around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd:

"Yulin, you spend all your time on Tieba and Douyin. I'll leave all the player satisfaction surveys and social media sentiment collection to you. I want to see the most authentic player voices."

"Leave it to me!" Chen Yulin patted his chest confidently.

"Jin Dong, don't you always like to check other people's accounts and stalk them whenever you get killed? This time, I'm giving you a serious job. Find out the game time of the game planner's account, no matter what method you use. Also, try to track down those eight hundred-plus dazzling genius teenagers, and see how many of them are real."

Zhang Jindong pushed up his glasses, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes: "Understood, I'll go and expose them right now."

"Dexing, as the godfather of Delta Economics, no one is more sensitive to price fluctuations than you. You're in charge of compiling data on price increases and testing how much the in-game drop rate has actually decreased. Let the players clearly know how much their Half Coins' purchasing power has depreciated in just five days!"

Chen Dexing grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth:

"Don't worry, I'll show them what inflation is. I'll expose the production team's dirty little schemes completely."

"Ning Xue." Jiang Feng looked at Fang Ning Xue, his voice softening slightly:

"Your task is the most important. These days, the skin assessments are yours—a comparison of the concept art and the in-game model; I need evidence for every single gun. And also..."

He paused, his gaze turning cold.

"Go and contact the players whose hard drives were filled up due to the disk sweeping. Find out exactly how many there are. The official response has been non-committal. They don't care, but I will! Hire a lawyer, and if that doesn't work, file a class-action lawsuit!"

"Understood." Fang Ningxue nodded firmly.

"Yichen, I'm leaving the overseas support work to you."

Jiang Feng looked at Chen Yichen, who was still excitedly waving his fist on the phone screen.

"Simultaneous release across all platforms: YouTube, TikTok, and Twitter. I want the whole world to know my stance and for the development team to hear the voices of players worldwide!"

"Leave it to me!" Chen Yichen excitedly gave an OK sign. "Eastern whistleblower, charge!"

"What about me? What about me?"

An Ke stared intently at Jiang Feng with bright, expectant eyes.

Jiang Feng glanced at her: "As for An Ke... could you help me choose an outfit for the live stream?"

"……what?"

An Ke was stunned, and glared angrily at Jiang Feng:

"That's...that's it?"

"This is very important, okay?" Jiang Feng said innocently. "You have good taste, help me pick out something cool. For this live stream, I want to look more formal and handsome."

Anke bit her lip, her cheeks slightly flushed, and muttered softly, "Actually... he's already very handsome..."

"What?"

"It's nothing!" An Ke immediately raised her chin, a sly glint in her eyes:

"I mean, you have to come shopping with me this afternoon! It'll only take two hours, no refusing!!"

Outside the window, the winter sun streamed through the glass, casting a faint golden rim on Jiang Feng's cheek.

Jiang Feng finally wrote four words heavily on the blackboard: "Operation Table Flip".

"This operation—let's call it Operation Flip the Table!"

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

On the evening of the 10th.

A preview livestream watched by millions.

That will be the moment he officially overturns this rotten game of chess.

He wanted to use the most detailed data and the most reliable investigation to convince those who were planning this, leaving them speechless!

After the event, everyone went about their own business, full of energy.

Jiang Feng stood alone in front of the lectern in the multimedia classroom, erasing the writing on the blackboard bit by bit. The setting sun cast a long shadow of him, and chalk dust danced in the beams of light, like a silent farewell.

He took out his phone and opened the chat window that had been silent for many days—Yifeng's WeChat.

His fingertips hovered over the screen for a long time before finally typing a line of text:

Jiang Feng: Brother, you absolutely have to watch the preview live stream on the 10th.

Jiang Feng gazed at the darkening sky outside the window and gripped his phone tightly.

"Jiang Feng, come quick! We're going to buy clothes."

"They're here."

Before getting up, Jiang Feng took one last look at his phone.

Jiang Feng: Trust me, just as I trusted you before.

send.

……

From late night on the 8th to the 10th, the group of seven barely slept.

Everyone is taking action.

Chen Yulin stared at the computer screen, his eyes bloodshot, his fingers flying across the keyboard. Four windows were open simultaneously: Baidu Tieba, Douyin, Bilibili, and Weibo. Like a human web crawler, he linked every highly-rated comment and every angry video, categorizing and organizing them into an Excel spreadsheet.

Zhang Jindong's dark circles were so heavy it looked like he'd been punched twice. The screen was covered with data from the planning account, which he'd obtained through Jiang Feng's fans and Yun Shu, who was interning at the cockroach underground.

The most ironic thing is that those planners who claim to "serve the players" either don't have game accounts at all, or their accounts have only a few hours of playtime, and their most recent match record dates back to when the server first opened.

Chen Dexing stared at the data he had compiled, his face growing increasingly grim. After testing, the drop rate had decreased by 47% in five days, and the price of golden eggs had risen from 3300 to 4500. He typed a string of numbers into his calculator and came to a conclusion: This isn't inflation, this is robbery.

Fang Ningxue sat in her law firm, a pile of evidence of damaged hard drives in front of her. On her phone screen, a message from a university student was still flashing: My graduation thesis…it's all gone. They say it has nothing to do with them…

Fang Ningxue gripped the pen tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Outside the window, night is falling on the 10th.

In a corner of the city, Yi Feng stared at the message on his phone screen, his finger hovering over the reply button for a long time.

A defeated general dares not utter more words.

He was ashamed, he was embarrassed.