Interstellar planning, making billions a day (unedited)

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Yan Jinchen couldn't calm down. Everyone who came into the online awards hall appeared at the door, so he could see Yan Xuezhou's face clearly at that time.

Is that really Yan Xuezhou?

He wasn't being fathered...how could that be possible?

Besides, this is online and everyone can use avatars. Could this one that looks like Yan Xuezhou be just a coincidence?

Many questions were going back and forth in Yan Jinchen's mind. It wasn't until the host started that he barely came back to his senses.

Then try to look at the ID on the back of the chair of the person who looks a lot like that fool.

You can sit casually in the award hall, but after each designer sits down, their nicknames for their bound accounts on StarNet will be displayed on the back of the chair. This will facilitate communication among these new designers and also allow them to participate in the award ceremony. Save yourself some trouble - there are always some fools out there who are impersonating or crazy that normal people can't understand.

Unfortunately, due to the distance problem, Yan Jinchen never saw what the person's ID was.

Yan Xuezhou didn't look at the game comment section anymore, and the Star Alliance awards ceremony was not cumbersome at all. Maybe the rookie was just the smallest one in the Star Alliance, so it was so concise.

After the host finished his opening remarks, he began to announce the top thirty finalists. Among the three hundred people, only one tenth of them could receive a medal, which would be permanently displayed behind the game icon, while other shortlisted works , after the end of today, there will be no more small words behind the game icon.

The number 30 was read first. The host talked about the evaluations given by the Star Alliance judges. Of course, they were all good.

The author of the work whose name was called stood up from his seat excitedly. Yan Xuezhou applauded with the others while paying attention to the ID on the back of the designer's chair.

He didn't recognize the ID. As soon as Yan Xuezhou looked away, someone took a seat in the empty seat next to him.

"Hey, what are you looking for? It's not me." Although it was a voice I had never heard before, there was no need to guess the tone.

Yan Xuezhou turned around and saw a young man with a sullen face and a bit of world-weariness. Yan Xuezhou turned sideways and glanced at the back of the chair behind the man. Sure enough, it was Mu Changqing.

When Yan Xuezhou turned around, Mu Changqing was stunned. Then he sat back a little and asked uncertainly: "Are you Xuetuan?" The person in front of him looked really small, like a beautiful doll. Same, nothing like the snowball he imagined.

Yan Xuezhou became evil-minded: "What's wrong, brother, you don't know me so soon?"

Mu Changqing shuddered hard, goosebumps arose on his skin: "Don't, don't, don't-"

"Hahaha! "Yan Xuezhou laughed out loud, but after thinking of something, his laughter quickly faded away.

Although only the authors of the shortlisted works can enter this award hall, it should be public, and his face is not disguised.

It won't be long before that caring uncle may see him on the Star Network.

Logically speaking, for the original owner's situation, the original owner's father should have made preparations in advance. If he had an accident, he had to ensure that his child would not be bullied and could live a good life.