Independent Game Designer

November 10th, Thursday…

In Beijing…

Qiu Hong looked at the address on his phone and then looked up at the old district in front of him.

The neighborhood was filled with elderly people. The neighborhood was very old and the living conditions were rather worrying. The residential buildings were also very narrow. Young people might not even want to live here, much less work here.

However, according to the address on the cell phone, there was an independent game designer here.

Qiu Hong also looked at the unit number. He followed the corridor that was filled with various psoriasis-style advertisements and climbed all the way to the sixth floor.

Qiu Hong knocked on the door after trying to determine which was unit 601 and which was 602.

Knock, knock.

A moment later, footsteps came from within. The old anti-theft door opened.

"You are… Boss Qiu?" A young man with messy hair and dark circles under his eyes asked hesitantly.