In order to ascend, I had no choice but to play games.

Chapter 188 Notoriety (Second update)
At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the plane of Lufthansa finally landed at Shuangliu Airport, and the passengers on the plane were quite satisfied with the arrival of the plane on time.

The [-]-hour flight time made everyone very tired. Walking on the ground, you can still feel the slight shaking of the bumps.

The domestic stewardess below politely brought everyone onto the shuttle bus. Just as she turned around and was about to go back to pack her things, she almost fell when she turned around, and was then gently supported by an old man over fifty years old.

"Thank you." The flight attendant said with lingering fear.

"You're welcome." The old man replied in fluent Chinese.

His Mandarin is very idiomatic, and he does not have a common Prussian accent. If you just listen to his voice, you won't even think he is a foreigner.

But if you see each other, you will find that he must like pandas very much.

He is wearing a panda sun hat, carrying a small panda backpack, and his clothes are also printed with panda patterns. Even the sightseeing brochure in his hand is an introduction to the panda training base.

After getting on the shuttle bus, he continued to read the brochure. After arriving at the station, he took his luggage. After leaving the station, he looked at the exit for a long time, but he didn't see the familiar Mediterranean bald head.

After watching in confusion for a while, it took him a long time to see someone in the crowd holding a huge sign with his name, "Hoffman" written on it.

The person holding the sign looked familiar, he looked like his old buddy, Mr. Shen, but his old friend shouldn't have so much hair.

Just when he was thinking about who the other party was, the other party had already approached and said dissatisfiedly as he walked: "Hoffman, you saw me, why didn't you react at all?"

Hoffman was still warily looking at the creature in front of him that looked like Mr. Shen.

facial features, like...

clothing, like...

sound like...

Volume, not like that.

Taking a step back, he asked vigilantly, "Who are you and why do you know my name?"

"Stop making trouble." Teacher Shen said helplessly, "I am old Shen."

"My best friend, Old Shen, doesn't have so much hair."

"People, everything changes."

"You once said that hair transplantation is your last insistence, and you will never wear a wig."

"It's not a wig, and it's not Gui, but myself. Well, you just want to play this meme, right? "Gintama" is over, come with me."

Only then did Hoffman hug Teacher Shen in a friendly manner, and then looked at Teacher Shen's hair in amazement, knowing for the first time that human beings really have the possibility of defeating baldness.

Teacher Shen's current hair is just like Fangcheng's leeks, dignified and straight, and each hair proudly puffs out his chest, showing his strong figure.

After watching it for a while, Hoffman said with emotion: "Yes..."

"Not bad." Teacher Shen stroked his hair proudly but cautiously, "Okay, where to go next. Let me tell you first, you can't go to the Panda Training Base. I didn't make an appointment for you."

"Is that so..."

"I can't go to the hot pot for the time being, it's too early, I'll talk about it later..."

"That's it."

After his thoughts were seen through, Hoffman was not too embarrassed and said directly: "Let's go to Fangcheng Studio first."

"Okay, let me say it first."

"No, let's just take a look at it from a distance. Lao Shen, you have an old saying, "Be a villain first, then a gentleman. Even if the other person is your student, I won't take too much care of him. If I don't like the other person's behavior style" , then I will leave immediately. I will find other people to take care of the previous game releases, but I will not help."

"No problem." Old Shen said confidently, "Let's go."

Hoffman leaned in the back row and closed his eyes to rest while taking an online car-hailing service, while Teacher Shen sat on the side and did not contact Fang Cheng.

He knew that his old friend Hoffmann was an upright old man and the vice president of the Prussian game industry union, and he hated overtime in the game industry.

The exploitation of the game industry is serious domestically, and it is equally serious abroad.

Because there are too many emotional components in the game, many foreign game studios often use things like "using love to generate electricity" to make their employees work overtime for free.

Moreover, the halo of foreign producers is relatively heavy. Some producers talk about giving their juniors better learning opportunities, but in fact they force their juniors to work for free through suppression and other means, and even brainwash the other party to make themselves "for the other party's good". illusion.

Since games are usually backed by large-scale capital, individual power is extremely limited in front of capital, so the game union is an organization that strives to unite game practitioners, hoping to unite gamers from all over the world to form a group that can fight against capital .

This organization has its own branches in Europe and America, but it is still blank in China, and there are no relevant personnel involved for the time being.

From Shuangliu Airport to the High-tech Zone, it was already [-]:[-] when they arrived at their destination.

Putting his luggage at the service counter of a nearby shopping mall, Hoffman saw machines placed on the indoor square of the shopping mall. The game screens were played in a loop on the screen outside the machines, which looked quite exciting.

There are people waiting outside the machine, and these people all seem to know each other. They are still exchanging the usage of different machines at this time, and the atmosphere is very harmonious.

Although Hoffman is already in his early fifties and can no longer play many exciting and exciting games, he still likes to watch anchors play this type of game and nods frequently at the game graphics.

"Good game screen, reminds me of the arcade when I was a kid. Which game manufacturer is this?"

"From Fangcheng Studio." Teacher Shen said proudly.

"Oh……"

Hoffman nodded, knowing why Teacher Shen admired Fang Cheng so much.

The graphics alone are not inferior to first-line masterpieces, and although the arcade machine method is a bit unpopular, judging from the flow of people, each machine can basically be kept at full capacity, and the income is quite a lot.

He and Teacher Shen have the same view on the criteria for judging good games.

Making money is not necessarily a good game, but a good game must be able to make money.

Games that cannot make money will be classified as works of art by him, and he will agree with the other party's artistic concept, but he does not think it is a good game.

And Fang Cheng’s “Squirrel Ship” is a good game.

Although he hasn't met him yet, the games he saw made him very fond of Fangcheng Studio.

After admiring it for a while, he said to Mr. Shen: "Let's go, we can go and see their studio."

"It's late." Teacher Shen looked at the time and said helplessly, "They are off work."

"...not working overtime?"

"No overtime."

Hoffman looked at Mr. Shen suspiciously, with 1 disbeliefs in his heart.

But when he walked to the door of Fangcheng's studio and saw the deserted studio, he had to believe that his old friend was telling the truth.

There was no one in the studio, except for a three-colored cat licking the back of his hand, completely ignoring the two people outside.

Standing beside Hoffman, Teacher Shen asked, "Do you want me to call and ask for you?"

"No... no, let's call." Teacher Shen then dialed the number and asked: "Fang Cheng, the person in charge of the overseas publisher I told you before is here. Are you interested in coming over to meet him now? one time?"

"Yes, but no time? Why? Don't want to do things outside of work hours?"

"But this matter is very important. Shouldn't it be okay? All right. Then we'll come over tomorrow morning."

After hanging up the phone, Teacher Shen shrugged: "As you can see, no."

"Not bad." Hoffman sighed with his eyes widened. "It's rare to see someone who adheres to such principles. Did you tell him that I am the vice president of the union?"

"We don't care much about that."

"Oh, too."

Although rejected, Hoffman was quite happy.

This behavior of adhering to his own principles and absolutely not working overtime made him quite satisfied, and he was also full of confidence in the future cooperation.

They went to a famous hot pot restaurant near Yulin West Road to eat hot pot, drank some beer in a nearby tavern, and then went back to the hotel for a pleasant sleep.

After waking up, Hoffman dispelled yesterday's fatigue, put on his plaid suit, and then went to Fangcheng Studio with Teacher Shen.

After seeing Fangcheng, Hoffman wowed.

The producer in front of him looked very attractive, and Teacher Shen on the side looked at Hoffman's reaction with satisfaction, and then asked, "Do you have the same demeanor as I did back then?"

"No, he doesn't like bragging."

While Hoffman was sizing up Fang Cheng, Fang Cheng was also observing him.

The other party was a sturdy Prussian with an eye-catching beard, and his appearance was somewhat similar to a certain great Prussian in the textbook.

After introducing each other, Hoffman looked at the size of the studio, and then asked suspiciously: "Are there only eight of you?"

"Yes, enough. Basically, I provide a framework, and my colleagues help to complete it." Fang Cheng replied with a smile.

"We came here at 5:21 yesterday, and you were already off work at that time. Is it like this every day, or just occasionally?"

"Every day."

Hoffman asked a few more questions, and then found that Fang Cheng answered quickly and promptly, with no signs of lying.

Through the glass of the conference room, he looked at the other people outside and found that everyone was engaged and efficient in their work.

These people don't fish or stand still. If there is a problem that causes the owner to be stuck, they will quickly ask the opinions of people around them and get answers quickly.

Their intensity was high, but everyone looked happy and seemed to be going about their business rather than working.

This is a very dynamic company with great potential, Hoffman asserts.

After observing for a while, Hoffman asked curiously: "Fang Cheng, I saw that your colleagues are full of enthusiasm in doing things, so I am a little curious, how do you manage?"

"Normal management." Fang Cheng replied, "That means normal commuting, normal holidays, normal salary payments, and then normal salary increases and dividends."

"That's it."

Hoffman nodded.

What is normal here is actually the biggest abnormality.

Many Prussian game companies cannot do this. Many studios even require employees to live on the floor, and the treatment is not much better than that in China.

After learning all this, Hoffman found that the environment here was better than he imagined.

If there is no problem with the basic environment, then it’s time for dinner.

Under Fang Cheng's arrangement, Hoffman sat in front of a computer, turned on the computer, and started running Omen.

Although the all-in-one VR machine in the company can also run, Hoffman is a 50-year-old man after all, so it is better to use a computer for this kind of thing.

The game's setting interface can already change the language. After discovering that Prussian is also available here, Hoffman's favor with Fangcheng Studio has once again increased a lot.

After the opening animation appeared, the old game producer's eyes widened immediately and he was amazed at the picture on the screen.

With lifelike modeling and pictures full of antiquity, the first look of the game is amazing, just like his wife 30 years ago, which arouses people's imagination and makes people dream about it.

However, picture deception is common, and many large companies are not exempt from it, just like his wife is now...

Putting aside those personal matters for the time being, he focused on the game, and later found that the translation of this game was too good.

The characters' voices are still in Chinese, but Prussian subtitles will be added to the dialogue, and slang is specifically used in many places. Some examples are even examples that Prussians can understand, which once again increased Hoffman's favor for the game.

Moreover, the content of the game does not deliberately cater to overseas players, but fully demonstrates its own national characteristics and shows its unique charm.

Even players who are accustomed to myths and their own fantasy can feel the charm through the pictures and integrate into this game full of oriental charm.

After seeing Hoffman quickly immersed in the game as soon as he sat down, Teacher Shen was also a little moved.

Drinking the tea in Fangcheng's studio, he looked at Fangcheng and asked, "Fangcheng, arrange a machine for me too."

Fang Cheng did not agree immediately, but looked at the other person and asked, "Teacher Shen, have you had a little irregular heartbeat recently?"

"Yeah, how did you see that?" Teacher Shen asked in surprise.

"And you drank too much yesterday and didn't sleep well, right?"

After smelling his sleeve, Teacher Shen felt that he didn't drink that much.

Why would it be smelled?

But immediately, he came to his senses and continued to ask: "What does this have to do with the machine?"

"Horror games, players with irregular heartbeats should not play it."

"...Is it really a horror game? Isn't it a horror game with a horror label?"

"No."

Teacher Shen frowned and looked at Fang Cheng, not believing that the other party could really play a horror game.

But soon, he believed it.

In less than half an hour, Hoffman uttered an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" sound, and then burst out a series of Prussian words, which made Mr. Shen never see such an old friend who lost his composure.

The elegant vice-president of the guild had completely lost the gentleness he had at that time. He twisted his thighs with a distorted expression, and then said bitterly: "The plot planner of this game should be shot."

Beside him, Huang Ping nodded in agreement.

Tang Mo, your notoriety has spread from China to Prussia.

(End of this chapter)