Fantasy System

"Four ... 40,000 yen?"

Mu Fan was really shocked by the price of Hatsune.

To be honest, just now he wants to say that he is going to sell the game for 30,000 yen. After all, the popular idol’s popular ice-song-free game has sold 30,000 yen, and he dare not raise the price. Too high.

I did not expect that Hatsune actually increased the price by 10,000 on the basis of 30,000 yuan.

"Hatsune, is this price not too high?"

Hesitated for a moment, Mu Fan tried to talk to the soul and the Hatsune dialogue.

Sure enough, his thoughts flashed past, and the voice of Hatsune came again: "Brother, don't care, in fact, "The Edge of the Air" is a love game that belongs to the niche. It is a game to satisfy the existence of the sister control. ”

"For example, a sister is one of the cartoon characters of your hot family. In this world, there is no sister-controlled game that can reach the top."

"So, with a cute sister, you can reach the price of 40,000. Don't forget that Yingli pear will make the sister's painting more processed than before. The most beautiful people who watch the beautiful girl games are beautiful cartoon characters. In fact, this game is just because my brother is not famous at present, otherwise I will give the price above 50,000 yen."

"I understand, Hatsune, you mean to increase the price because of the game's niche. The sisters are only pursuing the ultimate sister-controlled game, and will not care about the price level, to push this game to the peak of the sister control? "Mu Fan asked curiously.

"Well. Brother, don't forget that the world is hotter than the ACg culture you used to be."

The sound of the very serious voice of Hatsune came: "Like the world's highest game, the price of the game is about 10,000 yen, and the sales volume is only 100,000. Here, even 30,000 yen, the game sells 300,000 copies. It also really exists, so gALgAMe with less than one thousand sales can only be called defective products. In the case of "The Edge of the Sky", this sister-controlled game will not increase the price and sales.

"Don't worry, my brother and sister are waiting for this game!"

The sisters are waiting?

Listening to this sentence, it seems that there are still many people in this world.

After the first sound finished this sentence, no matter how Mu Fan asked again, there was no sound.

It seems that time is up, the level of game talent is a pothole, to ask specifically, you can only enter the game.

Of course, Hatsune can say such a sentence at this critical moment, and it has already played a big role.

"Minister, raise the price of the game to 40,000 yen!"

According to the Hatsune, Mu Fan said on the phone.

"forty thousand?"

As Mufan’s previous reaction was general, Miura’s minister was also shocked. He quickly sent a voice message: “Mu Fan, 40,000 yen will be too expensive, so will someone buy it? ”

"Yes, this is a niche-controlled game, and the style of Kashiwagi is exquisite. The music has just been heard by the Minister Miura. From these measures, for the sisters who like the game, the price is absolutely not high."

Mu Fan can only explain his own opinions and Hatsune Miku's game price to the peak of the benefits explained to Minister Miura.

According to the black cat, the research institute did not produce a refined game. If he did not explain it, the much-shattered Miura Minister naturally did not dare to raise the price.

After all, I hit the wall several times. He is not an iron-headed baby, and he is afraid of pain.

After hearing a series of explanations from Mufan, Minister Miura was silent for a few minutes and finally sent a message.

"Okay, then according to Mufan's decision! Anyway, the game department has never made a very good game. Originally, I specially found Bai Muying to prepare a game that can be sold well. But I did not expect Mufan can write such a wonderful game text and BgM of this game, then we will work harder to make this game the best, and strive to make this year's best game, let it sell 40,000 yen. High price."

"Well, then there is nothing wrong with it. Let's work together."

After finishing this sentence, Mu Fan put down his mobile phone. Just from a series of words from Minister Miura, he should have planned to break the cans. Anyway, there was no sales at all. It would be better to fight once.

Of course, Mu Fan does not think that Hatsune will hang himself. Although the first sound is a system elf, although he can't let himself buy things from the mall without spending illusions, he knows very well about the two worlds and says to sell himself four. Ten thousand yen naturally has her reason.

.......

The next day, Mu Fan came to the comic department early in the morning.

After all, I promised to give her a plot to write a good book yesterday.

"You are finally here, Mufan!"

As soon as he entered the comics department, he sat in a chair and painted the pears set by the sisters. He stopped his movements and turned his eyes to Mufan at the door.

"You won't be waiting for me here long ago?"

Mu Fan put the backpack on the chair and looked at the stunned Yingli pear who turned his head.

"Wrong, when the school gate was just opened, I will be there!"

"How to repair the fairy and spirit?"

For the youthful pears, Mufan has some helplessness, saying that even if he has exchanged a level of game talent, every day he is tired to take a class to sleep for a while, I really don't understand how English pears are so spiritual every day.

Is it difficult to become a child who has already loved the book and can’t live without it?

Mu Fan put the text of the book on the table: "Give, the story you want."

"Only the first volume?"

Yingli pear took a look at the script with only a few sheets of paper and asked in amazement.

"Of course, you have to disagree with me, isn't it written in white, and the story of a volume is enough for you to draw?"

The story of a roll is enough for the pears to be sold for most of the month. If Yingli pear chooses this text, he can write the latter.

"This is quite reasonable, but the plot of the original book is a plot that makes people want to stop. As long as the first volume is enough to attract people, the next few volumes will not be too low."

Yingli pear took a look at this article and said with a little doubt: "The woman is called Qiuyue Aili?"

Next, Yingli Pear was curious and flipped through the text of the book. After reading the plot, Ying Li pear’s face showed a hint of joy, and he raised a thumbs at Mufan and praised: “Well, it seems You can also draw a book!"

"I prefer to draw some orthodox cartoons than this one."

Mu Fan sat down. Actually, if it was not needed for Yingli pear, and he was divided with him, he really did not want to take out this past work of the past.

Yingli Pear took a look at Mufan: "I certainly want to draw orthodox comics, but I can't write that kind of content. There should always be a buffer before the transition."

"How about the plot of this part?"

"of course can!"

Yingli Pear carefully read the design of Ai Li in the autumn, and began to draw carefully on the drawing board with a brush. A little pretty figure of Alice was presented a little under her brush.

Just after painting the upper body, Yingli pear was stunned, because the action stopped, and the brush in his hand fell to the ground.

"Hey!"

The white palm of his hand was photographed on the table, and he could not be surprised by Mu Fan. Looking back, he saw that Yingli pear was glaring at him.

Now the pears of Yingli don't care about the pain in their hands. A pair of blue scorpions are flashing with tears of Yingying, because the people of Aiyue in autumn are not suitable for her to paint. She bites her teeth and is angry with her. I am obsessed with admiration: "You.....you are this autumn moon Alice's appearance is set by my people?"

"what?"

The words of Yingli pear made Mufan slightly stunned, and confused and scratched his head. How could Alice, who was famous in the past, be said to be her by Yingli pear?

He subconsciously turned his eyes to the drawing board, looked at the blond double-tailed Alice on the top, subconsciously picked up the brush on the floor, and then carefully brushed the ear from the ear and painted a black-rimmed glasses.....

Then, Mufan is also petrified -

"The words are really like..."