Is it not a galgame?

Chapter 135 39. How could there be such a misunderstanding?

"Come, come, the president asked me to buy a lot of snacks. Everyone has worked hard recently, so let's share."

Little HR Akane Ayase shouted loudly, "Snacks are already on the table in the pantry, first come, first served."

In the recent period, with the prosperity of the company, the results are getting better and better, and everyone's happiness has also been rapidly improved.

Seeing this situation, Qing Zhiyuan felt that it was time to give some benefits to the members.

It's not just a simple matter of salary increase, but also in the company atmosphere and humanistic care, it is necessary to get closer to what he thinks he will look like in the next 30 years.

For this reason, Qing Zhiyuan also set up a special fund to buy some snacks, meals and other benefits for the employees during their free time at work.

This amount of money is not too much, it is about 500 yen per person per day on average.

For the money at Neon, you can have a decent ramen meal.

When everyone heard Akane Ayase's voice, they shouted excitedly:
"Nani? Isn't this great? There are still snacks?"

"Thank you Ayase-san."

Akane Ayase waved her hand, "Don't thank me, but thank the president, he said to provide everyone with a sense of happiness at work, and to make everyone feel like they are at home here."

When she said these words, Akane Ayase had a happy smile on her face, as if she was the one who distributed these benefits.

This is the so-called executor effect.

The money is allocated from above, but those who handle it will enjoy the most direct gratitude and love from the people at the bottom. This sense of honor even far exceeds Akane Ayase's satisfaction with work performance.

And recently, with the continuous improvement of everyone's sense of pride and identity with the company, Akane Akane seems to ask the president to do [purchasing] [company benefits], which is similar to an administrative assistant or a small secretary. The work is not so contradictory.

"Thanks to the president, wow, it's great to join a company like pokeni."

"Yeah, I only got pokeni appointments after graduating from university. I thought my life was over. I didn't expect to pick up pokeni."

"Hush, can you read the air? What if the president hears it?"

"Oh, yes, I mean, the president is really amazing. Being able to run pokeni into what it is now, and also provide many benefits that other companies don't have, really makes people feel happy from the bottom of their hearts."

While talking, everyone walked to the tea room with smiles on their faces.

When I arrived, I found that the long table was full of various small snacks.

Chips, chocolate, seaweed chips, tempura cookies, fudge, and even jelly...

There seems to be nothing more satisfying than having a good job while having a good conversation.

"Ah~ happiness, surrounded me."

"Me too……"

"I wish I had another cappuccino."

……

Akane Ayase heard their conversation next to her, she couldn't help blinking, and how about a cappuccino, why don't you have a steak during working hours?
suck...

At this moment, she glanced to the side and noticed Urobuchi Gen who was smoking jelly.

"Wada-san, if you want to eat French fries, there is mustard sauce here."

Akane Ayase pushed the wasabi plate in front of Gen Urobuchi.

"Ok?"

Urobuchi Gen raised his head and looked at Akane Akane like an idiot, "Why should I dip in wasabi?"

"I thought that people like you would like to eat something with a bitter taste, after all, you especially like to pass on the pain to the players." Akane Akane twitched her lips, "Trust Wada-san's service, the blade sent here , the company’s warehouse can’t even hold it.”

When everyone heard their conversation, they couldn't help covering their mouths and laughing.

"How could you have such a misunderstanding?"

Urobuchi frowned and retorted, "Great works are often presented in the form of tragedy. Even if it is a comedy, the core is tragedy. But this has nothing to do with personal taste, right?"

"I see that the new Xinjin Cheng also likes to eat sweets."

In fact, what Lao Xu likes most is to eat jelly, which has been shown in many of his works.

Urobuchi raised a finger and knocked his head loudly, "Script writers consume a lot of brain, we need a lot of sugar to supplement nutrition, and sweets can promote our creation.

Ayase-san, you should also eat more jelly or something. "

"Yes." Akane Ayase said perfunctorily.

But in her heart, it was really difficult to connect this man who looked like a murderer in front of her with such a beautiful thing as sweets.

Even if it's sweets, at least it's the durian kind.

It is especially paired with Hotan. It has a strange taste and is covered with thorns, and it will last for a long time in the end.

Thinking of this, Akane Ayase blurted out, "Wada-san, next time I'll buy some durians, okay?"

"Eh?"

"Durian is very nutritious, and it's also sweet. He Tiansang should like it very much, right?"

The only downside might be that it's too expensive.

Neon’s local durians are relatively expensive to sell. The price of local foreign durians can reach about 1600 yen per catty. Because the cost of growing durians in Neon is very high, and the scale of planting is small, so the local durians in Neon are sold at high prices. It is very expensive, but the price of durian imported by Nihong from abroad is relatively cheap.

"I don't want to..." Xu Yuanxuan frowned, and seemed to be imagining the taste of durian in his mind.

He quickly took a sip of the jelly to suppress his shock.

Seeing the two people bickering with each other, the people around couldn't help but be amused by them.

It's really interesting that there are honest men and women like Ayase Akane and Wada in the company.

"Ayase-san, Wada-san, you can't get married like this." The old man next to him, the married man of the company, and the person in charge of the program department Ken Akanishi reminded.

"Hey, please don't say such terrible things?" Akane Ayase gave him a hard look.

It's also because I have worked with weird people like Qing Zhiyuan and Urobuchi for a long time, and I was influenced by them.

Scanning around, she unexpectedly discovered an extremely frightening thing, that is——

Among pokeni, from top to bottom, there are less than 5 people who are married.

The proportion of singles is as high as 90%.

Although the president said that he has a girlfriend, no one can confirm the authenticity of this matter.

Thinking of this, Akane Ayase quickly held her face, feeling worried in her heart.

Teeth white.

Could it be that in this environment, you will really be single forever?

……

After eating snacks, it's almost time for the company's lunch break.

Hengshan, the artist of "Your Name", came to the rooftop to smoke silently after eating.

At the same time, Shinoki Kuroki, a programmer who was working on the "Demon Hunter" project, came up with him.

The two lit a cigarette each and took a silent puff.

Hengshan glanced at it, and sure enough, he found Makoto Niijin lying on a bench not far from the roof looking at the sky.

Now everyone is used to this.

But, because of Xin Jincheng's hobby, everyone gave him a nickname——

sky man.

Hengshan raised his head to look at the distant sky.

There is no sun today, and the clouds are not too thick. It is like a Chinese landscape painting. The city below and the mountains in the distance are rendered in ink, and the top is white.

If it is not deep in the city, it will be a bit lonely.

It's already October, late autumn, and the weather is starting to turn cold. After standing on the roof for a long time, I really can't stand it.

But when smoking, chatting here for a while has become a daily routine for everyone.

Occasionally the president also comes here.

There are not many people in pokeni, and everyone is familiar with each other, just like a family.

"I heard that the development of "Your Name" is almost finished, and it should be on the shelves soon?" Kuroki said.

"Ah."

Yokoyama nodded.

But at the same time, a strange expression appeared on his face.

It's not that I feel joy because the development is about to be completed, and there is even a little confusion and suffering.

"Black wood, do you know?"

Hengshan frowned, and asked suspiciously, "When we develop games, like the art work, do we receive fragmented demands?"

"Ok?"

"For example, we are only responsible for drawing scenes, characters, general background, decorations and so on. The specific storyline is left to the planner to complete. What the characters say between each other and what story is followed, in fact, there are Just a general impression.

You can only know by experiencing it yourself when the entire project is completed.

do you understand me? "

"Ah."

Kuroki nodded, then shook his head again.

Speaking of which, the work of programs is more abstract than art. Sometimes they just do [tools], such as the connection of dialogues, triggering, and how to call the next sentence. They are all done with general logic. As for the specific text, the program Apes don't care.

Even if it is an image, the programmers only consider support issues at most, and they don't care about the content of the image.

In the eyes of the planner, the game is a complete story with flesh and blood, graphics and sound.

In the eyes of an artist, it is a puzzle of fragments.

In the eyes of programmers, it is all kinds of logic and code after abstraction, and there is not even an entity.

Kuroki could understand part of what Yokoyama said, but only part of it.

"Then, I experienced it myself yesterday." When Hengshan thought of this, the expression on his face changed again and again, and countless pictures appeared in his brain.

He sighed and said, "To be honest, the script is so good that people will feel empty after playing it."

"And, hell, why do I feel like I'm playing a game created by Urobuchi Gen?"

"Huh?" Kuroki raised his head suspiciously.

"That is, that kind of grotesque love with extraordinary imagination, but in the end, it unexpectedly stabs a knife in your heart, making you feel like having nightmares at night.

I woke up this morning with cold sweat all over my back.

My wife said that I was talking in my sleep last night and called Hetian's name many times. "

"Hahaha……"

Kuroki laughed out loud.

Yokoyama is simply too funny.

At this moment, he finally understood, and even had some sympathy for Hengshan.

I thought Urobuchi Gen was not the one who made the script for the new game, but I finally got rid of the influence of that guy, and I didn't have to have nightmares at night, but I didn't expect it to be a similar experience.

"Hengshan, you are really miserable."

"Isn't it?" Hengshan was also very puzzled, "Obviously the script author has been changed, but it still gives you a taste similar to Urobuchi Gen. The pseudonym Wada is really too scary, really like a wonderful fantasy Like the abyss.

I am afraid that one day I will go crazy. "

Kuroki was amused again.

He stretched out his hand and patted Yokoyama's shoulder, "What Wada wrote is indeed very magical. But there is one thing you got wrong."

"Ok?"

"It's not so much the feeling of Urobuchigen, it's better to say that Wada-san inherited the idea of ​​Guyuan Chunqiu."

Hengshan was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly realized.

"Bastard! So that's how it is!"

I said, after a long time, it was the president that Urobuchi Gen imitated, and Gu Yuan Chunqiu's soul penetrated into every game of the company.

What's more, the original script of the game "Your Name" was written by the president himself.

How can it be repaired!
At this moment, Xin Jincheng, who was lying on the chair and watching the sky, heard the voice, raised his eyes and glanced in their direction.

But it's just a glance.

It's like taking a casual glance out of the porthole when the plane passes by the desert, without any emotion.

After seeing the long yellow sand, Xinjincheng focused his attention on the sky again.

Although there was only a vast expanse of whiteness, he seemed to see endless colors.

At this time, Xinjincheng was conceiving a story about "Sky Man" in his mind.

……

"Well... no, no, no, it's not the feeling I want."

In front of a machine specially used to develop MD cassettes, Mikami Shinji touched his chin and shook his head while observing the simulated game screen on the monitor.

In the screen, the main program Ken Akanishi is inputting and manipulating the character's actions through an external controller.

Basically, the effect seen here is almost the same as that after burning it into a cassette and putting it on the TV.

A villain is moving back and forth in the picture, and the two lethal imitation Desert Eagle pistols in his hands are constantly shooting out.

In a way, this game is a bit like Capcom's "Red Dead Revolver"

But the sense of impact is much stronger.

After the monster is shot, there will even be a short hit effect.

Originally, Shinji Mikami wanted to do better feedback, but unfortunately the current hardware does not allow it.

"Then what do you want?" Akanishi asked.

"I hope...well, how should I put it, I always feel that the protagonist is a little too thin. From a bird's-eye view, this guy looks like a malnourished waste, which is very different from the witcher in my mind, and There is not enough pleasure in the sense of impact."

Shinji Mikami thought, "What I hope is that there will be more actions and stronger destructive effects."

The main beauty Sakata Taiji next to him frowned.

Akanishi Ken was also a little angry, "Mikami, you can't play games like this."

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The author is currently hospitalized for examination and treatment.

Only this chapter is left for today.

see you tomorrow

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