Chapter 428: The economic system in the game
randomly selected a player's school to enter, and Fang Cheng found that the situation here was completely different from the beginning.
The school is shrouded in soft-colored neon lights, and there are magnificent buildings everywhere. Under the magnificent night view, there is the laughter of the practitioners.
Fireworks bloomed from time to time, and accompanied by the magnificent music, a large holographic projection appeared in the sky, and then the sweet-looking female nun began to perform a forgetful performance.
It looks lively, exciting, and perfect from any angle.
The only drawback may be that this place doesn't feel like a school.
Looking at everything in front of him in silence, Fang Cheng felt a little confused.
I asked you to run a school, but what have you done?
Urban Construction?
Just when Fang Cheng was in a daze, a cultivator flew past him. Then he felt something. He turned around and asked earnestly: "This Taoist friend is very familiar to me. Is this your first time in the Nightless City?" ?"
"What's this name?" Fang Cheng asked in confusion.
"Of course that's the name of this place. From the looks of fellow Taoist, I'm afraid you want to come here for fun, but don't know where you want to go? Don't worry, I'm a frequent visitor here, and I also have a monthly VIP card, so I can take you here to play One circle. I won't accept the spiritual energy, but if you want to consume it here, can you fill me in as a recommender?"
Seeing that Fang Cheng's expression became more confused, the practitioner said to himself: Okay.
As expected, he was a cultivator who knew nothing about this place. After he brought this person here, his bonus was even greater.
So, he immediately explained: "Fellow Taoist, I think you are not an ordinary person in appearance. So I won't hide it from you. There are activities in this city that never sleeps. Every time you bring someone in, any subsequent consumption will be It can be reduced by 1%, up to half discount. After the half discount, every person you recommend will get a spiritual energy reward, so I am so active." "
Oh."
"In addition, there are idol meeting activities here, La After enough people can see their idols, they can be converted into idol points. You may not understand points, but every idol has his own points. The higher the points, the more resources the school provides to the idols. So For our idols, we fans must be more active so that they can get enough opportunities to debut."
"...What?"
"I didn't understand it at first, but after getting in touch with it more, I feel that the gameplay here is special. It's very touching. Come on, this is my single-recommended idol, isn't it cute?"
Looking at the photo of the practitioner and a female devil with cat ears, Fang Cheng felt that his mind was even more confused.
Looking at the other party in confusion, Fang Cheng asked: "You are an upright practitioner, right?" "That's
right."
"This is a female devil, is that okay?"
"That's right."
"Then, Why have you become a fan of the other party?"
The practitioner sighed and said faintly: "Wang Xiaomiao is actually quite pitiful." "
I don't care about this, I only care about why you became a fan of the devil. ."
"As I said, she is quite pitiful."
Not wanting to continue communicating with this practitioner, Fang Cheng changed schools and found that the situation here was a little better.
However, only a little bit.
As soon as he entered, he saw a cultivator killing people in all directions.
The devil, the evil fairy, and the consciousness of the devil are all the materials of a knife under his hands, and they look very extraordinary.
After half an hour of slaughter, he leaned aside contentedly, and a staff member immediately came over and brought the milk tea that had been prepared.
Afterwards, a director came over and showed the original film to the practitioner. After seeing his heroic appearance on the screen, he said with satisfaction: "It's pretty good. But I feel that the acting skills of these demons are still a little bit behind."
"Best. The actors have gone to further training, so we can only arrange for first-rate and accurate first-rate actors."
"That's it...forget it, I had a pretty good time, more money!"
"Thank you, sir!"
The demon who had just been hacked to death also crawled away. Get up, thank the sponsors one by one, and then get your salary and go back to study.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Fang Cheng felt very ridiculous.
He has always believed that as long as they are not demon lords, then some demons still have the value of saving.
However, he never expected that in just one month, the practitioners here would have integrated into the place.
After changing a few schools to experience it, Fang Cheng felt that he couldn't say that they did something wrong, he could only say that it was a bit outrageous.
There is still a background of education in the red dust fire, but most of the red dust fire is shrouded in material desires and has nothing to do with his original thoughts.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Fang Cheng returned to his studio in confusion and found that others were also playing "Gardener Simulator".
Seeing Fang Cheng coming in, Huang Ping subconsciously wanted to turn off the game, but then he remembered that the studio did not prohibit playing games, so he stopped again.
There was no other way. He couldn't play games when he was in Tianyi, and even his own games didn't work, which caused him to almost form muscle memory.
He was even fined for this reason. Even though he repeatedly complained that he was running his own project team's game and testing bugs, the penalty was still deducted from him, resulting in his year-end evaluation of that year being only C- , the salary for the coming year will not be increased at all.
Withdrawing his hand that was already on alt and F4, Huang Ping said to Fang Cheng, "Boss, this game is a bit outrageous."
"You think so too?" Fang Cheng asked excitedly.
"Yeah, but it's really fun. By the way, boss, do you want to use this game to satirize something? From a school to a large entertainment city, do you want to metaphor the current situation of universities that love industry but not education? ?"
Fang Cheng looked at Huang Ping in confusion, wondering how the other party came up with this point.
I just want to make an ordinary school simulator. Who would have thought that you treat outside practitioners as fat sheep?
I'm a victim too, okay?
Before Fang Cheng could reply, Xiaodouzi said seriously: "No, I feel like the boss is satirizing the alienation of capital from people. These practitioners are the embodiment of capital, even if they are unconscious, they alienate the environment here. It is the most suitable soil for capital life. However, there are some missing links of working in the factory. Let's make up for it."
"Isn't it already there?" Monkey said doubtfully, "Isn't it the Spirit Gathering Array here? "I watched some film and television schools, and the students in the schools have become a part of capital entertainment." Lin Nan said softly, "What's interesting is that the boss never said that the game should be played like this, but the players just completed the game." Like this. So I feel that the connotation of this game should be to make people wary of those who take shortcuts, and always remind themselves not to be swallowed up by this era." "
That makes sense."
"Lin Nan is right, the boss should That's what I mean."
Watching his colleagues discussing the "connotation" of the game word by word, Fang Cheng felt that he seemed a little behind the times.
When I make games, I really don’t think about it that much.
Be realistic, okay?
I thought that over-interpretation was the habit of my colleagues, but it didn't take long for Fang Cheng to discover that the popularity of the game had not declined, but had actually increased.
The cause was a graduate student who was about to be driven crazy by the graduation requirements.
She is about to graduate, her offers have been contacted, her tutor is ready to let her go, and a good job with an annual salary of 500,000 yuan is about to come.
Just when this person was preparing to welcome her new life, the department gave her bad news.
She still has one paper article left and cannot graduate.
This rule was just promulgated, and for some reason, she was also restricted by it.
If she cannot publish an article in a relatively influential media within the stipulated time, she will most likely be in trouble.
After learning the unfortunate news, she was completely stunned.
The instructor looked at his student helplessly and said in a low voice, "This is the department's rule, and I can't do anything about it. I can help you open a special channel and let them review your manuscript immediately. As long as it can meet the standards, it should be You can send it out."
After hearing this, the graduate student saw a glimmer of hope and said expectantly: "When will they want it?"
If she can have a week, then she can try her best to publish an article and see her luck. .
"Yesterday." The instructor said expressionlessly.
The graduate student felt as if his heart had stopped.
"But fortunately, there is something wrong with their publication, so the publication is postponed for three days. You still have a chance. If you can hand over the manuscript to me within ten hours, then there is still a chance. Come on, I I'm optimistic about you."
After leaving the supervisor's office in a daze, the graduate student still felt his head was numb.
When she returned to the dormitory, she turned on her phone and looked at HR's contact information. She couldn't open her mouth and told him that she couldn't graduate and that she should find someone else for this opportunity.
It is easy to write an article in ten hours, but it is a bit difficult to publish it in "Economic Observer".
"Economic Observer" is regarded as a relatively authoritative financial publication in China. Its editor-in-chief is upright and has a fair perspective on things. He doesn't like to sensationalize and prefers articles with profound thoughts.
My mentor is a frequent reader of this publication, but occasionally his manuscripts are rejected, which makes the mentor laugh and cry when he mentions the editor-in-chief.
Now, allowing yourself to do this kind of thing is the difference between dying today and dying tomorrow.
After being in a daze for a while, she turned on the computer, started Word, and prepared to write a paper, letting herself struggle to the death.
But when she came back to her senses, she found that she had launched "Gardener Simulator" and was intoxicated with running her own entertainment city.
"Hey! What happened to me just now! Did I get knocked down! Didn't I want to write an article? Why did I suddenly start playing games?" "
No." The roommate who was half sitting on the bed opposite her said flatly, "I I saw it very clearly just now. After writing for fifteen minutes, you started scratching your head and said you couldn't write any more. Then you opened the webpage and started searching for information. Then you opened the game forum and read the new posts for half an hour. Then you opened the game and started experimenting with new routines. ."
"Why do you see so carefully!"
"Because my hobby is to observe the reaction of human beings when death is approaching, and that act of escaping reality is particularly interesting."
Looking at her bad roommate, she felt like she was completely ruined.
However, the roommate slowly turned over a page of the book and said calmly: "Aren't you playing "Gardener Simulator" recently? The economic system in this game is quite interesting and quite real. Since you have played so deeply, Why not write an article based on the content of this game?"
This sentence hit her head like a bolt of lightning, making her want to give her roommate a big hug.
She is very good at this game and has been playing it since the beginning. She even discovered the easter eggs in the game.
Sitting in front of the computer again, she opened the game again, and then reviewed the content of the game.
"If you just write about the game, you will have the gimmicks, but if you don't have the foundation, you still won't be able to catch the eye of the editor." "
So, the previous gameplay was more like a small farmer economy, and players didn't have much pressure at this time. Moreover, the burden from construction is also small. Although the income is smaller, it is more stable." "
However, the small-scale peasant economy in history is more susceptible to natural disasters and other impacts, so when writing the article, I can omit this point. Just focus on an ideal model."
"Foreign practitioners are actually the arrival of capital. The arrival of large-scale capital will deform the local economic system and change it into the shape of capital in order to cater to capital. Wait, this sentence cannot Adding it in is a bit dirty."
"However, external capital is not unlimited. A single industrial structure will make the school's ability to withstand stress very low. Once problems arise, the original prosperity will disappear and everything will return to its essence. ."
As he was thinking and writing, Shuishen Possessed felt that his mind had never been so clear and his logic had never been so smooth.
She felt that her brain was as smooth as drinking Kaisel, and all kinds of wonderful metaphors and remarks kept pouring out, making her more excited and happier as she wrote.
When she brought her article to a close, Shuishen Possessed breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction.
After checking the article for typos, she sent her manuscript to her instructor, left a message, and then fell into a deep sleep.
At six o'clock in the morning, she woke up to the sound of her alarm, then subconsciously looked at her phone, and then she lost all sleep.
——Three
fifteen in the morning---
Instructor: [Okay, I'll take a look at it right away. ]
Tutor: [You actually write about games? Didn't you send me the game guide? ]
Tutor: [The editor-in-chief of "Economic Observer" hates games the most. You still use games as an example. Don't you first understand the other person's preferences before writing something? ]
——Three
twenty in the morning---
Instructor: [Are you asleep? You actually fell asleep? Forget it, I have a scrap manuscript here, let me revise it for you. ]
——Three
thirty in the morning---
Instructor: [It can’t be changed, so don’t graduate. ]
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Four ten in the morning -
Tutor: [Come to my office tomorrow, early in the morning. 】
Seeing these messages, Shuishen Possessed felt that he was dead.
Another update today, to recover a little bit.
(End of chapter)