Delta: The First Person at the Peak

Chapter 281 Loud Conspiracy

A conference room on the top floor of a building in Shenzhen.

The conference room was filled with smoke, as if someone had just lit a fire inside.

Ma Ruizhe sat in the main seat, dressed in a suit and tie, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

The crystal ashtray in front of him was piled high with cigarette butts, some still emitting wisps of smoke. The pungent smell of tobacco mixed with the warm air from the central air conditioning, fermenting in the enclosed space into a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.

The huge conference room was packed with people. At nine o'clock in the evening, the entire Delta project team, from core planners to grassroots operations staff, and even interns who had only been with the company for three days, were all urgently summoned.

There was only one person missing—He Yingtang, the intern who was fired half an hour ago.

No one dared to complain, no one dared to look at their phones. Everyone kept their heads down, even their breathing was suppressed, for fear of disturbing the lion in the main seat who was suppressing his rage.

Ma Ruizhe didn't look at Ziying; his gaze slowly swept across the entire room, like a dull knife scraping across everyone's face.

"I'll only say one thing today—internally, we must be a united front."

His voice was not loud, it could even be described as calm, but beneath that calm lay a chilling murderous intent.

"The company will handle external matters. But if I find out that anyone dares to betray their own company and hand a knife to outsiders like some others..."

"That's not as simple as just being fired. I'll make sure he can never work in this industry again."

To repel external threats, one must first secure internal stability.

Ma Ruizhe's eyes were icy cold.

The outside world is already in turmoil, and we absolutely cannot afford any more internal chaos.

"Alright, you guys go back and rest now." He waved his hand, as if shooing away a swarm of flies. "The company will reimburse your taxi fare."

The crowd, as if granted a pardon, quietly rose and left. Yun Shu and Su He mingled in the crowd, heads bowed, obediently walking towards the door.

As she stood up, Yun Shu's hand seemed to loosen its grip unintentionally, and her beige canvas bag silently slid onto the chair, perfectly concealed by the chair back.

She kept walking, and even gently pushed the chair in half an inch to make sure that angle wouldn't be easily noticed.

The moment the door closed, Su He grabbed Yun Shu's hand, her palms clammy with sweat, and whispered, "Did it work?"

Yun Shu didn't turn around, but gripped her hand tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh: "It's done... let's go."

The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away, eventually fading into silence.

Only three people remained in the large conference room.

Ma Ruizhe, Ziying, and Su Ming, who remained silent throughout.

"Useless! A complete and utter bunch of useless trash!"

Ma Ruizhe slammed his hand on the table and pointed at Ziying's nose.

"Speechless after being questioned by a 20-year-old student streamer? Putting the company in such a passive position? The whole internet is laughing at us! Who chose this streamer?! Huh?!"

Ziying lowered her head, her tie was askew, her forehead was covered in sweat, and even her breathing trembled: "It was...it was Yifeng who chose it..."

"Yifeng! It's Yifeng again!"

"You raised such a spoiled brat?! He's gone, but you've left Jiang Feng here to disgust me?!"

Su Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead, not daring to say a word.

Ma Ruizhe took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his rage, his knuckles clenching so tightly they turned white and cracked. He sat back down in his chair, his eyes as sinister as a venomous snake.

"The higher-ups are very satisfied with the recent revenue. I originally wanted to recommend you for credit and give you a larger year-end bonus."

"And what happened? This mess!"

"No matter what, we absolutely cannot bow down to a lousy streamer."

Ma Ruizhe's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, and it had a bloody smell.

"We can't set a precedent for Tencent Games. If we let him win today, tomorrow there will be a second or third Jiang Feng who will ride roughshod over us."

He paused, then issued the order, enunciating each word clearly:

"First, mobilize all of the company's public relations resources to suppress the hype, remove trending topics, limit traffic, and delete posts. Even if you can't suppress it, you have to drag it out until the players lose patience."

Second, the Ministry of Justice will send him the strongest-worded lawyer's letter first thing tomorrow morning. They will sue him for defamation and for violating trade secrets.

Third, formally notify him that he is prohibited from streaming any Delta-related content. As for other Tencent games, I will speak with the respective studios tomorrow; I want to ensure their complete disappearance from the entire Tencent ecosystem.

"A streamer who makes a living off Delta Air Lines dares to sabotage Delta Air Lines; this kind of thing is absolutely unacceptable."

Ma Ruizhe stood up, walked to the window, looked at the dark night outside, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Play dead for now. Wait for this wave of public opinion to pass, until the players are tired of arguing and forget about it..."

He turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife, and spoke each word slowly and deliberately:

"We'll see how this arrogant brat dies then."

………………

Jiang Feng pushed open the door, and a deafening wave of shouts rushed towards him.

"The Wind God is a true man!"

"Jiang Feng is awesome!"

"Dry it up, TX!"

Jiang Feng raised his hand in a gesture of suppression, and waited for the noise to subside before saying in a deep voice, "Go back, everyone. Gathering here so late at night, the Dean won't be able to sleep."

"We'll fight you to the end!" someone shouted.

"We must fight," Jiang Feng smiled, a smile that appeared particularly cold under the streetlights, like a drawn blade. "But we need to conserve our energy first. Let's call it a day; there's another tough battle tomorrow."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the sound of footsteps faded into the quiet campus.

Jiang Feng turned around and went back to the classroom, closing the door to shut out the noise outside.

Several people in the classroom were gathered around Zhang Jindong's phone, their shoulders shaking from trying not to laugh.

On the other end of the phone, Ma Ruizhe and Ziying's secret plot was so clear it was as if it were right next to their ears; they could even hear the crisp sound of the ashtray being smashed on the table.

Everyone was laughing so hard they were about to fall asleep.

They were plotting loudly over there, and we could hear everything clearly over here.

Jiang Feng took out his phone and sent a message to Yun Shu: Silly girl, don't do such dangerous things in the future.

The reply came almost instantly: For victory! Charge!

Zhang Jindong's smile faded, and his fingers flew across the keyboard. The complete live stream recording was simultaneously uploaded to Bilibili, Douyin, and Weibo.

Chen Yichen went even further, simultaneously posting on YouTube, Twitch, and Twitter with the caption: "The Whistleblower of Chinese Gaming Industry".

The number of views exploded exponentially the moment the video was uploaded.

Bilibili: The number of comments exceeded one million in 10 minutes, the barrage pool was full, and the server started to lag.

YouTube: Reached 10 million views in 1 hour, and the comment section was flooded with "RESPECT".

Twitter: #JiangFeng surged into the top three of the trending list.

But then, those mysterious forces were mobilized.

"The video is suspected of infringing on trade secrets and has been removed after a complaint was filed."

The Bilibili video is gone. The page turns a cold gray, displaying the message "Content violates regulations."

"The video involved malicious editing and incited confrontation; its dissemination has been restricted."

The Douyin video is gone. Traffic is locked, and the view count is frozen.

"This video violates the community guidelines and has been subject to traffic restrictions."

The Weibo video has been taken down. The trending topic has been removed and the hashtag has been locked.

Zhang Jindong stared at the screen, his eyes bloodshot: "Fengzi, it's been taken down again! This is the third time! Bilibili, Douyin, Weibo, they've all blocked it!"

"I already said I'd use all my strength." Jiang Feng leaned against the window, gazing at the impenetrable darkness outside, his voice as calm as if he were discussing dinner. "We still need to respect Fujiko's power."

"Let them complain," Jiang Feng said calmly, standing by the window and looking at the dark night sky, as if he were discussing dinner. "They can delete the video, but they can't erase the players' memories. The number 31 minutes is etched into their minds. Believe it or not, the entire internet is taking screenshots, recording, and reposting them right now."

"You can silence the platform, but you can't silence the public."

"We should go now and get some rest. This is a long battle."

A few people walked out of the classroom. The cold winter wind swirled with withered leaves under the streetlights. The white breath exhaled by the river wind dissipated into the cold air in an instant, like the embers after a grand revelry.

It was bleak, yet it held a glimmer of hope.