Game Maker: It's Not Like I'm Mad At Sister Chu!

Inside the office of General Manager Yaoguang.

"This is the logo that appeared in the lowest level of code, and I asked the rest of the project team that they didn't know each other, so who is this '88'?"

Yu Jianlin was in a very bad mood at the moment, he went to watch Tang Ze's game replay in the past few days, and found the logo that should not have appeared in the game.

After careful inspection, there was indeed an abnormality.

This logo belongs to a person who does not exist in the project team, and the answer is imminent when it comes to thinking of the black material that Yaoguang Studio has appeared the most among players.

Even if it is one of the largest domestic studios, the black material that is famous among players is very classic, and it is not the unscrupulous means of Yiwang to make money, it is plagiarism.

Yu Jianlin originally thought that when he came to Yaoguang, even if it was a project he took over halfway, there should be no problems, so naturally he would not think much.

It was just pointed out by Lu Bu, and after he found the evidence himself, his heart fell to the bottom little by little.

Pitted.

Beyond the Mystery is most likely a copy of the game made by the person who used the '88' logo.

"What are you afraid of, it's not a plagiarism, you can't win the case."

"It's all little things."

Yaoguang's general manager was not impressed, this kind of plagiarism was not done once or twice, even if it was discovered by players, it was a small problem.

But his attitude made Yu Jianlin very angry, and his voice could not help but rise.

"Little things? If it was a stable development before, players might not care so much.

"But recently because of Tang Ze, a large number of new players have entered the game, which is causing a wave of shock and heat, and if plagiarism is broken at this time, the entire game will be affected!"

"You tell me it's a trifle?"

Plagiarism that is not noticed is worthless, if it has a lot of influence, even if Yaoguang wants to do something, he has to consider influence.

How could Yu Jianlin not know this, his heart was inevitably anxious, but the most urgent task now was to solve the matter in front of him.

As Tang Ze continues to dig, some players have noticed the '88' logo, and then continue....

Feeling his gaffe, Yu Jianlin closed his eyes, exhaled softly, and just calmed down, and listened to the general manager say indifferently.

"Afraid of what? Just shut up that Tang Ze. "

..........

Inside the café.

Looking around, Tang Ze easily found the person he wanted to see in the corner, and just after thinking about it, the mobile phone in his pocket rang.

Unfamiliar number....

Press the answer button.

"Hello, I'm the general manager of Yaoguang Studio..." Before

the other party's name was reported, Tang Ze hung up the phone.

He put away his phone with a relaxed expression, not noticing the unread message sent by Tang Yanlin on the phone.

Walking to the table and sitting down, the man on the other side who looked a little restless suddenly looked up, obviously more nervous.

"You are Tang, Tang..."

"Hello, I'm Tang Ze."

The young man who looked good smiled and stretched out his hand and shook the other party.

The white and slender hand was completely different from his own hand that had suffered many vicissitudes, realizing this, the man pulled out his hand as if electrocuted and lowered his head.

"My name is Luo Wendong..." He

actually wanted to say something else, but in the end he didn't say that identity, lowered his head, and various thoughts appeared in his heart.

Luo Wendong came here to use Tang Ze to defend his rights, borrow his influence, and snatch back the game that should have belonged to him.

But he inevitably thought of Tang Ze's identity -

a game designer loved by players, who formed a studio full of elites at a young age, and his games are very famous......

It's all about making games, why can the gap be so big between people?

The other party can use the game to rise to the top.

His own hard work was snatched away by others, and he had to bow his head for life, and he could only become the most ordinary one among all sentient beings?

Should he hate the injustice of fate, or should he be jealous of the luck of others?

It was as if the voices around him had left him, and only he was floating in a field of sewage.

Just when Luo Wendong had many thoughts in his mind, as far as his eyes could see, he saw a piece of paper being handed over.

Above is the logo he is most familiar with.

A blood-red '88'

looks carefully, and it is like a pair of eyes, which always makes people feel uncomfortable after looking at it for a long time.

"I want to hear your story."

Tang Ze's slightly gentle voice made Luo Wendong stunned for a moment.

Attention returned to reality, looking at the youth in front of him, thinking of how Tang Ze was a player, little by little found the last thing he left in that game.

The raging and boiling negative energy in his heart was instantly dispersed.

Only the heart that has been tormented by reality is left broken.

"What else can there be to tell."

Luo Wendong took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and tried to let himself speak in an uncaring tone as much as possible.

"It's just that I'm young and insensible, things have been copied, and I don't have the ability to snatch them back, it's as simple as that."

"Actually, I don't care, all the evidence has been destroyed by them, only this logo is still in the game, but seeing that you found it, they probably won't even leave this thing."

He let out a breath and slowly sipped the coffee, intending to cover his heart with this action.

Tang Ze could see from Luo Wendong's slightly trembling hands that he was not calm in his heart.

"Really don't care? I've seen your design in the quest, it's clever, and if it weren't for being altered by humans and deleting a lot of details, this game would have gone further.

"What's the use of saying that now? I still have a wife and children to support, and I can't spend time fighting a lawsuit that won't be won at all.

The more Luo Wendong spoke, the more excited he became, and in the end, his tone was urgent, and he even stood up, causing other people in the café to watch.

He was completely unaware and shouted at Tang Ze.

"I now have a family and a loan, which makes me have to bow my head, I'm not like you, I can do whatever I want."

"I would have long ago.... Has lost its freedom.

In the end, his eyes were slightly red, he pursed his lips, opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to ease his emotions.

The mood fell, and the man who was just able to stand up and shout at Tang Ze was now like a child who had lost his own world.

Who would be willing? Watching those people take their hard work to glory?

Watching players who should be their own loyal to the dastardly plagiarists?

But the people he loves make him willing to lock those untouchable dreams and unwillingness in his heart and draw them into prisons.

Luo Wendong had nothing to say, but at this moment, he heard Tang Ze say softly.

"As long as the imagination does not dry up, the mind is free more than anything else."

"Dreams and reality can exist at the same time, and fear should not only be for ghosts."

"If I were you, I would definitely make a better game to crush them and get a bigger voice and influence."

His voice was not loud, but his tone was firm, like a light, illuminating the silent heart.

Tang Ze took out a contract and put it on the table, and pointed his index finger.

"This is a half-year contract, take this game, bring your unwillingness, and make achievements to prove yourself."

"Or take your painting as a prison, walk out of this café, return to your identity as an ordinary office worker, return to your sentient beings."

The snow-white A4 paper is full of text.

Luo Wendong looked at the contract and did not speak for a long time.

The heart between his chest was beating excitedly at the moment, and in this noisy café, he could hear it clearly.

He stood up.

.........

Walking out of the café, Tang Ze took the contract that had been signed, hummed a brisk ditty, and walked towards the hospital.

Finally found the project management of the "Double Star" project, which made him feel so good that even going back to the hospital and going to jail soon could not affect his happiness at the moment.

However, as soon as I stepped into the hospital, I heard a familiar voice on the other side of the door.

"You still know to come back?"

The footsteps stopped instantly, and the smile on Tang Ze's face froze, and he silently turned his head.

Why did a certain uncle who should have worked overtime in the National Construction Institute squat him at the door!!

Let Tang Yanlin, this smelly boy, report the letter, has TM been bought?!

Sometimes, it's about bowing your head for reality.

The villain in his heart was shouting, but the young man in reality turned his head and revealed an innocent smile.

"Uncle, I am..... It's just a blow. "

Huh."

If it weren't for Tang Ze's parents' request, he wouldn't bother to care about this nephew who likes to do things.

Holding his hands to his chest, Tang Junyi's tone was very calm.

"I just asked the doctor, you can be discharged."

"Really?!"

"Of course. Didn't you say that games are as important as your life? Then come up with some results. "

Ahem, understood."

If it weren't for the fact that there was a cousin waiting for him in the ward, Tang Ze would even want to go directly to the company.

Come whatever you want.

Just got the project management of a new game, the league of "Mountain and Sea Age" is almost conceived, and he can also be discharged.

"Sure enough, as long as the imagination does not dry up, the heart is free than anything~"

Tang Ze was in a good mood, and while walking back to the ward, he called Lu Buxian to arrange a meeting.

But he didn't notice that the corners of Tang Junyi's mouth behind him were slightly hooked, and he also took out the phone.

"Hey, brother, sister-in-law, the doctor said that Tang Ze can be discharged from the hospital, don't worry."

"The game ... If he likes it, let him do it, it's good to be able to do what he likes.

"I'll look at him, work is definitely not as important as the body." Right..... You guys also take good care of your body, and when Tang Ze makes money, it will be your blessing in the future..." Put

away the mobile phone and watch Tang Ze walking happily in front, Tang Junyi suddenly felt that what Tang Ze just said was quite reasonable.

As long as the imagination does not dry up, the mind is free more than anything else.