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

Chapter 38 Huang Ping's Entry Test
Fangcheng studio.

Huang Ping sat nervously in the living room, pulling his collar from time to time so that he could catch his breath.

He joined Tianyi after graduation. He hasn't moved his nest for nine years and doesn't have much interview experience.

Now that we are here with our former competitors, we will naturally feel a little nervous.

Since his reputation is not very good now, Huang Ping is even ready to take the initiative to cut his salary.

No more than [-], no more than [-], only [-], nine years old plan to take home.

While waiting for Fangcheng, he observed the surrounding environment.

The Fangcheng studio is very big, Mr. Shen, the first generation of gamers in China, has a lot of face, so he directly invited a floor to be used as a studio.

Moreover, the other party is also a person that Tianyi President particularly wants. He claims that as long as Mr. Shen comes, Tianyi will definitely give it to a studio directly, and he will never ask.

As the opponent's proud disciple, Fang Cheng's appearance proved that a famous teacher turned out to be an excellent apprentice, and it was reasonable to get so many resources.

He didn't wait too long, the studio door was pulled open, and the producer Fang Cheng walked in.

After seeing the other party again, Huang Ping felt dizzy for a while.

Not only the appearance of the other party, but also the aura of the other party.

Two free and very attractive games, one game whose sales exceeded 30 and is still rising, and the three games have already established each other's status as cutting-edge producers, which makes Fangcheng have a divinity.

In particular, "Princess Dungeon" did not consume feelings, did not play the tragic card, but demonstrated its own strength with the quality of the game. It is a rare player in recent years who has proved himself by virtue of hard power.

Standing up, Huang Ping shook hands with Fang Cheng nervously, then took out his resume and previous portfolio, Fang Cheng said: "This is my previous work, please give me some pointers."

Although he has been in the industry for nine years longer than Fangcheng, Huang Ping dare not show any airs in front of this cutting-edge producer.

But Fang Cheng just flipped through it hastily, then counted with his fingers, and nodded in satisfaction.

Putting the resume aside, Fang Cheng asked, "Mr. Huang, is it convenient to know what your previous salary was?"

Now that it has come out, the previous salary confidentiality agreement no longer applies.

Moreover, on such a private occasion, Huang Ping was not worried that Fang Cheng would leak the secret, so he immediately said, "Eighteen thousand."

"Eighteen thousand..."

Noticing Fang Cheng's pensive expression, Huang Ping was about to explain that he could cut his salary, when he saw Fang Cheng turned his head and said to the pretty employee at the door: "Xu Qingling, what's Xiaodouzi's salary?"

"Twelve thousand, what's the matter?"

"Can we raise Xiaodouzi's salary to [-]?"

"Why!" Xiao Doudou, who was adjusting the value, raised her head from the computer desk in shock, and looked at Fang Cheng in surprise.

"Because I read on the Internet that if employees change jobs, don't they have to double their salary? Mr. Huang was [-] before, so it's normal to double to [-], right?"

"What does that have to do with me?" Xiaodouzi continued to ask.

"It's said on the Internet that after new employees come in, their salary is higher than that of old employees. This matter is a harm to old employees. So I decided to raise your salary. It shouldn't be a problem."

"You said it was online, so can this kind of thing be considered normal? Xu Qingling, tell the boss quickly! Stop wasting money!"

"The increase is not too big, I don't think it's a problem." Xu Qingling said in confusion.

"Are you the rich second generation?"

In this way, because of the joining of new employees, Xiaodouzi's salary quadrupled inexplicably.

Although the bulk of his income is still in bonuses, the sudden increase in salary still made Xiaodouzi laugh for a long time.

The one who was even more astonished was Huang Ping.

He was ready for a salary cut, but he didn't expect his salary to double in a few minutes.

If it weren't for Fang Cheng's reputation, he would have suspected that he was caught in an Internet scam, and would soon be sent to the waist of a small country in the south.

Dizzy, he sat down next to Xiaodouzi, and a staff gift bag was brought up again.

After drying the spiritual grass he planted himself into tea leaves, and pouring the spiritual energy into the essential oil, Fang Cheng gave two gifts to Huang Ping, and then said to Huang Ping, "Your position is next to Xiaodouzi, and the position is the chief planner. , responsible for adjusting the gameplay of the new game with Xiaodouzi."

"New game!" Huang Ping turned pale with shock, "How fast are you making games?"

"Because the boss did it." Xiaodouzi said seriously.

Looking at the serious little Douzi, Huang Ping was greatly shocked.

I haven't worked outside for a long time, have the studios outside already evolved to this level?

The omnipotent producer, the executive who seems to be a rich second generation, and the number of fanatics, why is this studio so weird.

After reassuring himself, Huang Ping went to Fangcheng and left, and said to Xiaodouzi next to him, "I didn't ask a lot of questions just now, when do we clock in for work?"

"Usually go to work at 09:30, leave work at 01 o'clock, and rest at 30 o'clock to [-]:[-] in the middle. If you have nothing to do, you can leave at this time. If you are in a bad mood, you can also work at home."

Huang Ping took a deep breath: "So relaxed? Don't you work overtime?"

Hearing the word "overtime", Xiaodouzi sighed.

The familiar reaction made Huang Ping relax a little.

After all, which game company doesn't work overtime.

The game is basically mental work, and the boss can't count the pieces, so he can only use the working hours to measure whether the employees are working hard.

Coupled with some scabs fueling the flames, the crazy introversion caused the old employees to even take the length of overtime work as their meritorious service.

Huang Ping's requirements are not high, 996 is commonplace, and 007 can stand up to him.

After sighing, Xiaodouzi said quietly: "No..."

"I just said... how could it not be added! How could you be so fast if you didn't add it!"

"I would like to join. It is my hobby to stay by the boss's side every day and admire the honor of the boss. But... the boss won't let me."

Looking at Xiaodouzi who looked like a concubine, Huang Ping felt that the other party was seriously ill.

"That's right."

The executive Xu Qingling came behind the two of them at some point: "Every day I think about how to make up excuses to make the boss work overtime, but the boss just doesn't do it. Wouldn't it be good to stay like that for people to watch for a while?"

Talking about the boss can enhance the relationship between employees.

But Huang Ping knew for the first time that the boss's failure to work overtime could actually be a point of complaint.

Just when Huang Ping was in a daze, Xu Qingling said to Huang Ping: "Huang Ping, can you please give me a bank card number as your salary card?"

"Oh well."

After providing the card number, it didn't take long for Huang Ping to receive a notification that the bank card had arrived.

"[Rongcheng Bank] Dear customer: Your account has received a transfer of 36000 yuan, and the balance..."

Seeing this text message, Huang Ping became paralyzed.

Standing up, he trotted all the way to the opposite of Xu Qingling, then pointed to the text message and asked: "Is the money wrong?"

"That's right, the boss' request. He thinks you are a rare talent, and he feels that you are a little short of money recently, so he asked me to pay the salary in advance."

"Is there no tax deduction?"

Xu Qingling looked at Huang Ping in confusion: "Our wages are all after-tax. Ah, I see, I forgot to give you the entry bonus. Sorry, don't tell the boss."

Embarrassedly smiling, Xu Qingling transferred another 4000 yuan.

Holding the bank card and returning to his work station, Huang Ping touched his waist.

that……

People can live without a waist, right?

(End of this chapter)