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

Chapter 35
03:30am.

Empty studio.

Chief strategist Huang Ping came out of the meeting room with a tired body.

Beside him, four system planners, one copywriting planner and one numerical planner have become like zombies, lacking 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 the cries from the toilet outside, like a widow crying at a grave, or like a ghost asking for her life.

The spacious office is now full of colleagues from the studio.

They were lying on the ground in all directions, snoring one after another, deafening.

Although they couldn't smell it, Huang Ping believed that they, who hadn't bathed for more than ten days, absolutely stink in a mess.

It is summer now, and Huang Ping can feel the sticky and greasy feeling from the accumulation of sweat every day, but in order to push the PVP system online as soon as possible, he endured it.

Kongkong joked that this is a saturated rush, regardless of whether you are busy or not, people must stay at the station for 24 hours, otherwise they will be dogs that eat shit and pigs that ruin the team atmosphere.

Saturated you uncle!
We work overtime, but you can rest and sleep in the independent office, and occasionally take a bath.This is already a secret that everyone tacitly knows, but they don't have the guts to break it.

After all, this is Kongkong Studio. As a well-known producer under Tianyi, Kongkong has the capital to enjoy all of this.

After yawning, Huang Ping told the others to go to sleep first, while he returned to the computer desk, summarized the meeting just now into a document, and then sent it to everyone.

The only thing that cannot be sent to Tianyi President Zhang Ping.

Because Kong Kong has to send it out in person, so as to show his excellent style of dedication.

After tidying up, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

After copying the mail, he wanted to brush his teeth and take a nap, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation of the stairs, so he took out the shriveled cigarette case 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 outlets to vent, so he could only do so.

Sitting down on the stairs, Huang Ping took out his cigarette and took out his mobile phone, wanting to talk to someone, but he didn't know who to turn to.

girlfriend?

They met on a blind date, and they have only known each other for half a year now. It is time to consolidate their relationship, so don't let the other party accept your negative emotions.

parents?

I went to bed early at this point, so it's not good to disturb them if they don't sleep, let the second elder have a good rest.

friend?

He came to Tianyi right after graduating from university. Before he knew it, it had been nine years. The frequent overtime work made him unable to socialize at all, and he hadn't contacted the few acquaintances for a long time.

Looking at his mobile phone, he fell into a daze and could only spread his legs and smoke weakly.

The sensor light above his head had long been off. In the darkness, there was only a middle-aged man feebly holding a cigarette, trying to get little comfort from nicotine.

This is the case in the game industry, which seems to be 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 been closed long ago.

He had never seen overtime work over there, and the boss started chasing people after the hour.

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 a genius. If you are confident enough, you can make a good game. I don't know what big move they are planning, let alone..."

He originally wanted to say that it was not the optimization of "Princess Dungeon", but he couldn't say it.

He knew that the game he made was just a pile of shit. Means such as Snakin boxes and leaderboards fully stimulated the greed of players. Negative emotions such as comparison and failure prompted players to spend money. The next wave of negativity.

This process will be repeated for a long time, unless the real Shenhao appears, otherwise the result will definitely be to break the defense and leave.

But "Princess Dungeon" is different.

That is the real light of domestic production and the pride of domestic gamers.When they are scolded face to face for not being able to make a good game, they can hold their chests up and say: "At least we have "Princess Dungeon"."

With a long sigh, Huang Ping thought of resigning again.

But when he thought about his mortgage, his car loan, bride price and wedding money, he was afraid again.

Among other things, Kongkong pays wages at least on the 10th of every month, which is not a bad point.

Dispelling this idea, Huang Ping hadn't finished smoking half a cigarette when he saw his cell phone light up, and the empty phone rang like a reminder.

Seeing the caller, Huang Ping's blood pressure soared, but he still connected the phone immediately, and then he heard Kong Kong's angry roar: "Where did you die! Get back!"

Clenching his fists tightly, Huang Ping looked at the phone that had been hung up, and after counting dozens of times silently in his heart, he stamped out half a cigarette on the ground, and then rushed back to the studio.

There, the studio lights were turned on, and half-dead colleagues stood together around the empty space.

Dissatisfied, he glanced at Huang Ping, clapped his hands empty-handedly, and said: "I just talked to the president, our arena needs to be revised. We discussed a fair arena before, and the equipment of the players is exactly the same, which can increase the level of competition. Sex. But Mr. Zhang said no, the payment for "King's Dungeon" has been dropping, and we have to add the payment."

Huang Ping felt that someone had hit him with a hammer, and his mind was buzzing.

Regardless of the possibility of making Kong Kong angry, he immediately said: "You didn't say that at the beginning! The example of "Princess Dungeon" is just above. PVP in this type of game naturally rejects krypton gold! Didn't I analyze it before?" , the other parts of our game are already a bit heavy, adding more 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, playing tricks on me?"

Huang Ping felt a basin of cold water poured over his head, making him speechless.

Ignoring Huang Ping's objection, 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, and the company has examples before, so we can just make it according to the example."

Assigned tasks to the program and art, let everyone get up to work, then looked at Huang Ping and said: "Huang Ping, I will take over your work for the time being, you can help with the matching table and spell the UI. In the future, I have to reflect on my work attitude , got it?"

Huang Ping clenched his fist again, and it took a long time before he nodded and said, "Yes."

"Okay, let's run the game and see if there are any bugs."

"……it is good."

Seeing Kong Kong leave, the planners patted Huang Ping on the shoulder, comforting silently.

And Huang Ping said it was fine.

Feeling in his pocket, he found that the last cigarette had been smoked, so he folded back and stuffed the half of the cigarette that had been stamped out on the ground into his mouth.

Lit, inhaled, inhaled forcefully, until half of the cigarette was burned out, he exhaled a mouthful of thick smoke, and suddenly laughed.

Empty, empty...

You are asking for your own death.

　Thanks for the 20230610163618556-point reward from 100, and the 100-point reward from the Great Shaman of the Cape of Good Hope, thank you
　　
　
(End of this chapter)