Chapter 35 Seeking Death It’s
three-thirty in the morning.
Empty studio.
Huang Ping, the chief planner, dragged his tired body out of the conference room.
Next to him, four system planners, a copywriter planner and a numerical planner have become like zombies, and they lack any strength to speak.
Walking on the thick carpet, Huang Ping felt like a ghost, wandering powerlessly on the River Styx between life and death.
Even in the office, you can hear cries coming from the toilet outside, like a widow wailing in her grave, or like an innocent soul asking for her life.
The spacious office is now filled with colleagues from the studio.
They were lying on the ground in a mess, their snores coming and going, deafening.
Although they couldn't smell it, Huang Ping believed that they would definitely stink after not taking a shower for more than ten days.
It's summer now, and Huang Ping can always feel the sticky and greasy feeling due to the accumulation of sweat every day, but he endures it in order to push the PVP system online as soon as possible.
Kongkong joked that this is a saturated rush to work. It doesn’t matter whether you have something to do or not. People must stay at the workstation for 24 hours, otherwise they will be shit-eating dogs and pigs that ruin the team atmosphere.
Saturate your uncle!
We work overtime, but you can rest and sleep in a separate office, and occasionally take a shower. This is already a tacit secret among everyone, but no one has the courage to reveal it.
After all, this is Kongkong Studio. As a well-known producer under Tianyi, Kongkong has the capital to enjoy all this.
Yawning, Huang Ping asked others to go to bed first, while he returned to his computer desk, summarized the meeting just now into a document, and then sent it to everyone.
Only it cannot be sent to Zhang Ping, the president of Tianyi.
Because Kongkong wants to send it in person to show his good style of fulfilling his duties.
After finishing everything, it was already four o'clock in the morning.
After copying the email, he wanted to brush his teeth and take a nap. In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation of the stairs. He took out the shriveled cigarette box and took out a crumpled cigarette.
He didn't smoke originally, but the pressure during this period was so great that he couldn't find any other outlet, so he had to do this.
Sitting down on the stairs, Huang Ping held a cigarette and took out his mobile phone. He wanted to find someone to talk to, but he didn't know who to talk to.
Girlfriend?
They met on a blind date, and they have only known each other for half a year. It is the time to consolidate their relationship, so don't let the other party accept your negative emotions.
parents?
They have already gone to bed at this time, so it is not good to disturb them if they are not asleep. Let the two elders have a good rest.
friend?
He came to Tianyi right after graduating from college, and it had been nine years without him realizing it. Frequent overtime work left him with no energy to socialize, and he had not contacted the few acquaintances he had for a long time.
Looking at his mobile phone, he fell into a daze. He could only spread his legs and smoke weakly.
The sensor light above his head had long gone out, and in the darkness, there was only a middle-aged man holding a cigarette butt feebly, trying to get some meager comfort from nicotine.
The game industry is like this. It seems glamorous, but there are always feathers behind it.
Standing up, he looked across.
Through the glass of the stairs, he saw that the Fangcheng Studio opposite had long been closed.
He has never seen overtime work there, and the boss starts chasing people away after the time is up.
Although there is an attendance machine at the door, the three members don't seem to use it very much, and the boss doesn't care. "This is the margin of genius. You can make good games even if you are confident. I don't know what big move they are planning, especially..."
He originally wanted to say goodbye to the optimization of "Princess Dungeon", but the words came to the end. On the tip of my tongue, I couldn't say anything.
He knew that the game he made was just a piece of shit. Means such as snare gold boxes and rankings fully stimulated players' greed. Negative emotions such as comparison and failure prompted players to spend money, and after a few hours of being happy, the game would come. The next wave of negativity.
This process will be repeated for a long time. Unless a real hero appears, the result will definitely be to break the defense and then leave.
But Princess Dungeon is different.
That is the real light of domestic production and the pride of domestic gamers. When being scolded in person for not being able to make good games, they can hold their chests up and say, "At least we have "Princess Dungeon.""
After a long sigh, Huang Ping had the idea of resigning.
But when he thought about his house loan, his car loan, bride price and wedding money, he didn't dare to do it again.
Apart from anything else, Kong Kong’s salary is fixed at least on the 10th of every month, which is not a bad thing.
Dismissing this idea, before Huang Ping had finished smoking half a cigarette, he saw his cell phone light up, and the empty phone rang like a reminder.
Huang Ping's blood pressure soared when he saw the caller, but he still answered the call immediately. Then he heard Kong Kong's angry roar: "Where are you? Come back!"
Clenching his fists, Huang Ping looked at the phone that had been hung up. After counting a few silently in his mind, he stamped out half a cigarette on the ground and rushed back to the studio.
There, the studio lights were turned on, and half-dead colleagues stood around Kong Kong.
Huang Ping gave Huang Ping a dissatisfied look, clapped his hands in vain, and then said: "I just talked with the president. Our arena needs to be modified. What we discussed before was a fair arena. Players have exactly the same equipment, which can increase competition. Sex. But Mr. Zhang said no, the payment for "King's Dungeon" keeps dropping, and we must add the payment into it."
Huang Ping felt like someone had hit him in the head, and his head was buzzing.
Not caring about the possibility of making Kong Kong angry, he immediately said: "That's not what you said at the beginning! The example of "Princess Dungeon" is just before. PVP in this type of game naturally excludes krypton gold! Didn't I analyze it before? , the krypton gold in other parts of our game is already a bit heavy, adding it here will lead to a dead end!"
Kong Kong stared at Huang Ping and asked indifferently: "Are you the producer, or am I the producer? What are you doing to show off to me? "
Huang Ping felt like a basin of cold water was poured over his head, leaving him speechless.
Ignoring Huang Ping's objections, Kong Kong continued: "Okay, let's do it again based on the idea of recharging and paying. This time we have a ready-made template. The company has examples before, and we can make them according to the examples."
To the program and art After assigning tasks, he asked everyone to get up and work. Then he looked at Huang Ping and said, "Huang Ping, I will take over your work for the time being. You can help me configure the tables and build the UI. I need to reflect on my work attitude in the future. Do you understand?" ?"
Huang Ping clenched his fist again, and after a long time he nodded and said, "Yes." "
Okay, let's run the game and see if there are any bugs."
"...Okay."
Seeing them leaving empty-handed, the planners patted them. Huang Ping's shoulders were silently comforting.
Huang Ping said it was okay.
Touching his pocket, he found that the last cigarette had been smoked, so he turned back and put the half cigarette that had been stamped out on the ground into his mouth.
He lit it, inhaled, and inhaled hard until half of the cigarette was burned out. Then he blew out a puff of thick smoke and suddenly laughed.
Kong Kong, Kong Kong...
You are asking for death.
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(end of this chapter)