We Promised To Make A Bad Game, But What The Hell Is Titanfall?

Chapter 47 Yan Sheng is a real person

"...That day, our boss, Yan, didn't even reach the front desk, but he was already bent over and greeted with a smile. What an exaggeration!"

Zhongjing.

YIYU TECHNOLOGY LIMITED.

Song Jie is training the newly recruited receptionist Xiaoling:

"You think about it, the boss has this attitude. If I had treated that little aunt coldly at that time, would I have been in bad luck?"

Song Jie’s words were serious and thoughtful:

"So, no matter what age you are, no matter what age you are,"

"Even if it's just a kid, you have to treat him warmly,"

"After all, we are the face of the company,"

"Besides, you don't know how much power the coming customers have."

Say it.

Xiaoling nodded: "I understand, Foreman Song."

"Do your best. It was because of this successful reception that I was commended by the company and became the foreman."

As she spoke, Song Jie stretched out her hand to tidy up Xiaoling's silk scarf:

"As long as you receive every visiting customer with your heart, it will be fine."

Just talking!

Ding dong——

Just from the direction of the elevator corridor, a crisp sound came.

Song Jie and Xiaoling looked up and saw the elevator stopped at their floor.

Immediately afterwards, the elevator door slowly opened.

A girl with a round head holding a lollipop stepped out of the elevator.

And behind her, there was a mature and elegant secretary lady.

The next second!

Seeing Song Jie who had just sat down, she suddenly stood up!

Damn it, am I opening my mouth? If you say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive? !

At the same time, he patted Xiao Ling beside him and lowered his voice: "Get up!"

"Ah? Ah!"

Xiaoling didn't dare to neglect and stood up quickly with the foreman.

I turned around and wanted to ask the foreman who this was with my eyes, but I saw that Song Jie had already bypassed the front desk and walked out to greet him!

"Hello, Mr. Shen, I'm sorry to welcome you from afar,"

Song Jie smiled like a blooming peony, dignified and bright:

"Are you looking for our Mr. Yan? Please wait for me to report, two minutes."

good!

The people who came to visit this time were none other than Shen Miaomiao and the Great Secretary Chu Qingzhou!

If Song Jie doesn't know anyone else, why doesn't she know this aunt?

Familiar with the road!

After properly inviting her aunt to wait in the sofa area, Song Jie went back to the front desk to hang up the phone to the secretariat.

I heard Xiaoling next to me ask in a low voice with some fear: "Foreman, who... is this?"

"Who did I tell you just now?" Song Jie raised her eyebrows at Xiaoling.

hiss.

Xiaoling couldn't help but take a breath: "Is he the one who made our Mr. Yan look like a grandson?"

"Tsk, don't talk nonsense," Song Jie glared at Xiaoling angrily: "Why does this kid keep talking about everything..."

While talking, the secretariat's phone number was also connected.

Song Jie put on a professional tone and said, "Hey, Secretary Li, Mr. Shen from Golden Wind is here to visit. Please inform Mr. Yan."

…

"Again?!!!"

at the same time.

In the CEO's office, Yan Sheng grabbed his suit jacket and exclaimed in surprise:

"What's going on this time? How's your face? Why does this scene feel so familiar to me???"

Seeing his boss like this, Secretary Li wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

They, Mr. Yan, are such a smart person. When he killed the veteran faction, there was no sloppiness at all. He cut through the mess quickly and neatly!

That's called a man who can swallow mountains and rivers with great power, and his voice is astonishing!

No one in the entire company dared to breathe in those days!

But now, I was so frightened by a little girl in her early twenties that she was in a hurry, for fear of neglecting her.

Such a contrast is really hilarious, even a little cute.

"It's okay, don't worry. According to the front desk, Mr. Shen seems to be in a good mood this time and is not aggressive."

Secretary Li said.

"oh oh,"

Yan Sheng breathed a sigh of relief:

"That's good, that's good..."

Welcome Shen Miaomiao into the office again!

The two parties were seated separately.

Yan Sheng brought the teacup to Shen Miaomiao: "Mr. Shen, you didn't even say hello in advance when you came, so I could send someone to pick you up at the station."

"It doesn't matter,"

Shen Miaomiao took the hot tea and said thanks:

“Zhongjing has convenient transportation and it’s not a hassle to come here.”

"Yes Yes,"

Yan Sheng smiled and asked tentatively:

"Is Mr. Shen here here this time because...?"

He was a little confused about the situation.

Every time Shen Miaomiao came, she would be attacked suddenly, which left him no room to prepare in advance and could only answer questions now and then.

"That's right,"

Shen Miaomiao was not a nagging person and went straight to the point:

"Recently, we at Golden Wind are planning to move closer to the somatosensory cabin track. What do you think, Mr. Yan?"

Somatosensory cabin? !

Hearing this, Yan Sheng was stunned for a moment, then frowned.

As a mature company leader, he felt that this was inappropriate at the first moment.

He knew exactly what size Golden Wind was now.

As of the end of this month, Golden Wind's total revenue was only about three million.

Excluding the messy expenses and the fixed funds that must be reserved, the disposable funds are only around 2 million.

Creating two million in liquid funds in the first quarter is a miracle for any fledgling small game company. It can be said to be a lot of money.

But for the somatosensory cabin market...

"I think... it might be a bit risky."

Yan Sheng said seriously.

Shen Miaomiao nodded secretly.

It can be seen that Yan Sheng is a good person.

He really wanted to support the Golden Wind, so he gave a relatively negative judgment.

If it had been anyone else, he would have just waved his hand and said: Go ahead!

If someone is willing to be taken advantage of, why not kill him?

As for whether you die or not, is it none of my business?

There are more than hundreds of game companies under Yiyou Platform!

One more of you is not more, one less of you is not more. It is just a small game company. If it dies, it will die. Anyway, it is your own death.

Thinking of this, Shen Miaomiao couldn't help but apologize to Yan Sheng in her heart:

I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, I know you mean well, and I'm not a fool.

However, in order to achieve financial freedom as soon as possible and fulfill my wish to travel around the world until I die, I have to pretend to be wealthy. Please bear with me.

Say it in your heart!

Shen Miaomiao frowned slightly and looked at Yan Sheng:

"Are you taking risks? Mr. Yan thinks our Golden Wind doesn't have the financial resources?"

Ah...right, what else?

Yan Sheng blinked, a little confused.

With two million in liquid capital, you still want to compete with other major manufacturers?

But then I thought again!

Oh, right--

They are backed by Shen Capital, so what happened to the bad money!

Reasonable, reasonable.

"I understand, uh-huh,"

Thinking of this, Yan Sheng nodded:

"If that's the case, then I think your company has a lot to do!"

joke.

Shen Capital is behind it, and there is a supernova designer like Gu Sheng in front of it to pave the way.

Mr. Shen indeed has the capital to enter the somatosensory cabin track.

"Hey - I like to hear this."

Shen Miaomiao nodded with satisfaction and then asked:

"As far as I know, our Yiyou also has its own somatosensory cabin, called Yiyou x1, right?"

"The main reason I came today is to talk to Mr. Yan about the issue of the device registration fee for Yiyu X1."

"Oh, don't worry about this, Mr. Shen,"

Yan Sheng waved his hand:

“Compared with other somatosensory cabin brands, the login fee of our Yiyu x1 definitely enjoys a price advantage.”

"Furthermore, given our current relationship, as the president of the company, I can also offer discounts for your company."

Yan Sheng is a real person.

Seeing that Shen Miaomiao was determined to go to the somatosensory cabin track as hard as she could.

He didn't hold anything back and quoted the lowest price directly. The main thing was sincerity and quick decision.

"The login fee for each of our games is 70,000 yuan, a one-time payment,"

“The gaming revenue commission rate is the same as the platform, 20%,”

Speaking of this, Yan Sheng changed the subject:

"Of course, if Mr. Shen really intends to log in to our art game x1,"

"I can also use the president's special approval to discount the login fee by 15%, giving you a price of 59,000,"

"In addition, regarding the commission ratio, I can also apply to the head office. There is still hope for a profit reduction of one or two percentage points."

Yan Sheng spoke very sincerely and revealed all his family wealth.

However!

Shen Miaomiao frowned!

"That's it???"

(End of chapter)