Post-2000 boss: You can be late up to seven days a week!

Chapter 208 Cao Che’s flattery

Hearing that Cao Che was so positive about his work, the middle-aged man beside him became a little excited.

"Mr. Cao, I, I also read your work, so I wrote this script!"

"Have you seen my work?"

Cao Che frowned suddenly, and then glanced at Liu Guanshan, the expression on his face suddenly dawned.

"This is all nonsense made by Guan Shan, and he has done countless things!"

Cao Che waved his hand very politely, but he suddenly became confused in his heart.

The whole plot is boring and can even be said to be a complete tragedy, without even a hint of twist.

This was actually written by Liu Guanshan?

No, it must have been inspired by Liu Guanshan, right?

After all, the degree of involution in this world scared even Cao Che, the scroll king in his previous life.

The common working hours in Kyushu have reached thirteen or four hours!

Thinking of this, Cao Che subconsciously looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

He was not well-dressed, but he looked dusty and had a faint dark circle around his eyes.

Obviously he often works overtime. It is precisely because of his dissatisfaction with work life that he may have written this kind of script to call on everyone to pay attention to these things...

Cao Che nodded with deep approval.

He coughed a few times and said to the man in front of him:

"Well, Mr. Liu, I tried it last time for the social issues you reflected in your work, and I thought it was very good!"

The middle-aged man in front of him scratched his head in embarrassment but did not deny it.

"Actually, this problem has existed for a long time. If Mr. Cao hadn't given me this opportunity, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to publish it!"

When Cao Che heard this, the big stone in his heart fell even more.

Obviously, both Liu Guanshan and the man in front of him fell into a misunderstanding.

What they are making is a game, and the playability and fun of the game are the first priority.

If they go there based on the concept of educating people, wouldn't it be like the Spring Festival Gala skit, putting the cart before the horse?

Most likely no one will play a game like this.

As a personal player, Cao Che understands this truth more deeply.

Whether it is a very real part-time job in the early stage of the game, or even a trivial chatter like a loser, it will undoubtedly cause psychological pressure to the players who have been working and exhausted for a day.

No one wants to work all day long, play games at night and then continue working, or even be educated.

Cao Che could naturally guess at least a few of the points the game wanted to express, which were nothing more than a reflection of the increasingly serious overtime problem in contemporary society and the various pressures placed on young people.

Whether it was rent, a partner, or the previous experience of setting up a stall to start a business, the stall was overturned. Not only did he get nothing, but the male protagonist was even admitted to the hospital.

All these are manifestations of ordinary people's helplessness and sadness.

Being close to life is a good thing, but the biggest flaw of this game may be that it is too close to life.

During the hour of playing, Cao Che had the urge to turn off the computer countless times.

I just wanted to continue playing so as not to get stabbed in the back.

Now, all the details of the game have been polished.

Cao Che was afraid that Liu Guanshan would stab him in the back again, so he came over again.

"Um, Guanshan, the game should be basically completed, right?" Cao Che looked at Liu Guanshan in front of him and asked.

Liu Guanshan nodded: "Our game has been produced. Next is the testing phase. We will run it again to see if there are any bugs, and then we will optimize it!"

"Then the general plot hasn't changed, right?"

Cao Che asked the question he was most concerned about. As long as he followed the previous plot, it would be impossible for this game to become popular.

Liu Guanshan also nodded with certainty.

"No! All our staff are very satisfied with Teacher Liu's plot. We just emphasized some details. We have also discussed this with Teacher Liu!"

Cao Che subconsciously looked at the middle-aged man aside, who nodded vigorously.

"Yes! I didn't expect that I didn't have the book that the publishing house wanted, but you, Mr. Cao, would like it so much!"

Hearing this, Cao Che felt relieved.

"Send me a copy of the finished version of the game, and I'll see if there's any room for improvement!"

After Cao Che finished speaking, he turned to look at the middle-aged man not far away.

"Teacher Liu, I will call Dahai for you later. As long as it is a book written by you, regardless of whether there is a publishing house to help you publish it, our company will definitely help. As for whether it is money or not, whether it is a loss or not, Don’t worry either!”

"How can money be used to measure the affairs of cultural people? They are vulgar!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man suddenly froze on the spot with a face full of emotion.

Originally, he happened to see Liu Guanshan's "Cao Che's Quotations" on sale at Cuttlefish Bookstore because no publisher wanted his book.

That's why he lowered his dignity and hoped to ask Liu Guanshan to see if he could also distribute his book.

As a result, Cao Che decided on the matter directly.

Even at a loss, he has to distribute his own books.

You know, he went to countless editors and publishing houses before, and the answers he received were that the book was not commercial enough, and the issues he raised were too sharp and mean. Not only did the publishing house have to bear the risk of losing money, but it was also possible that his book would not be commercialized enough. The water meter was checked.

Now Cao Che actually supports himself so much and affirms his work so much.

This moved him deeply.

The first large royalties I received in my life came from Cao Che.

Using his own unpublished novel as a blueprint, and with Liu Guanshan's guidance, he wrote hundreds of thousands of words eloquently, forming the script of the current game.

Not only that, but even help you publish your own novel?

The middle-aged man's face was full of emotion, but he was also a little scared in his heart.

As an honest scholar all his life, he naturally did not want to see Cao Che lose money.

He looked at Cao Che with some embarrassment and confessed the problem.

"Well, Mr. Cao, this novel was written during my working hours. It may not be easy to commercialize and may even lead to losses. Personally, I just hope that I can set up a publishing house and sell a few copies..."

Upon hearing this, Cao Che immediately shook his head and patted the man's shoulder firmly.

"Teacher Liu! I said, don't judge the success of your work based on its commercialization. I believe your book will become popular one day. If the public can't understand it, that's the public's problem, and it's definitely not your problem!"

"We are not afraid of losses, we are only afraid that the truth will be hidden and buried. A good writer like you is forced to retire because he has no chance of commercialization. This matter is settled. You can publish as much as you want. This does not mean game scripts. Is it adapted from the novel you wrote? Let’s sort it out and publish it together!”

(End of this chapter)