I Make Games To Scare Crying Players Chapter 118

  Chapter 118 The noodle stall master who leaves the house

  The next day, Meng Shu and Xia Nianzhen had a brief discussion on the scene.

   But it's not so much a discussion, it's better to say it's his words.

  Because in fact, he was the one talking and Xia Nianzhen was listening.

   It was just an ordinary communication, but it turned into a conference-like form.

  Xia Nianzhen was a little embarrassed about her sci-fi level, and kept bowing her head frequently during the conversation, appearing embarrassed.

  No matter what the boss said, she kept nodding, did not speak, let alone expressed her opinion.

  The whole Meng Shu didn't know what to say.

  After thinking about it, I had to verbally give her some encouragement, telling her not to worry or feel embarrassed. After all, people are not omnipotent, and the weak direction only needs to be studied hard.

   Then I explained to her that I would recruit an art director so that she could work better.

  Because learning also takes time.

   Regarding this, Xia Nianzhen gave a heavy yes, saying that he would work hard and cooperate with the work of the art director.

  After the conversation, in the office, Meng Shu raised Erlang's legs and leaned against the back of the chair.

   And on the computer screen in front of him, there are pictures of original paintings that look quite delicate.

  Looking at these art designs with different styles, he already had an idea in his mind on how to recruit an art director.

  According to the clues provided by Unlimited Online Entertainment, the person he wants is in the Baoshu District of the same city.

  Shencheng, Baoshu District.

   At 10:40 p.m., in a small street not far from the night market, a small food truck called Ah Cheng Fen Nian was also ready to close its stall.

  Ah Cheng, the boss and master, is cleaning up the dining car kitchen counters and sanitation, because now there are not many passenger flows on this street, and the number of people is gradually decreasing as the night gets thicker.

  He usually sets up a stall around 4:00 p.m. and closes the stall around 11:00 p.m.

  Because there is a daughter in the family who needs to be taken care of, he does not work overnight, so he does not choose to set up a stall in a crowded night market.

  For him, between making money and having a daughter, he chose his daughter.

  Because he only has one daughter left

   "Dad, check out~"

  A little girl about four or five years old ran into the dining car with her homework book and pencils, and yelled softly at her father, with sleepiness on her face, as if she wanted to sleep.

   "Okay, come on."

  A Cheng put down the mop, wiped his hands on the apron, and walked out of the dining car.

   Outside, there are a few low tables and low stools on the floor, the kind that can be taken away at any time.

  Because it was getting late, this street is not a night market, and there are few people, so these tables are all empty.

  Only one of the tables sat a guest wearing a hat and sunglasses, who was quietly drinking water.

   Apparently, he was done.

   "Hello guest, a bowl of saozi noodles plus two fried eggs, the total is ten yuan."

   Ah Cheng quoted the price with a smile, thinking that this was the last customer, and after he left, he could take his daughter home to rest after cleaning up by himself.

   "Boss, your side is a bit cheaper than other places."

  The guest took out his mobile phone, scanned the QR code, and paid for it.

  Ah Cheng smiled helplessly when he heard the notification that he had received the account.

   "It's too expensive, people don't eat it, and the night market is not far from here, so it's cheaper."

   "Then do you make any money?"

  A Cheng looked at his daughter who was sharpening pencils on another table, and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

   "Just enough to feed her, I don't know anything else, just take care of her food and clothing."

   "Then your daughter should be very proud to have such a father who loves her."

   Ah Cheng sighed and shook his head.

   "How can she understand these things now? She's making noise every day. I'm already busy, and here I have to keep an eye on her to avoid being abducted. Life is hard."

   "It's okay, when she grows up, she will know your good intentions. After all."

  The guest raised his head slightly and looked at the little girl behind a few tables opposite.

  “. Not everyone can do it after going bankrupt.”

   These words made Ah Cheng's face change immediately.

   After being stunned for a few seconds, his tone became a little impatient.

   "Guest, if there is no other need, we will close the stall!"

   As he spoke, he was about to reach out to pick up the noodle bowl with only soup base left, but was suddenly grabbed by the guest.

   "Guest.You.?"

   But the person wearing the sunglasses has a flat tone, not in a hurry.

"In 2011, a well-known CRPG space opera game in my country, "Interstellar Exploration", ushered in a restart. In the latest game, in addition to retaining the turn-based gameplay, it also wins with a beautiful and unimaginable sci-fi style. It won the love of many players, and even beat the foreign sci-fi game "Starship 2011" that year."

  A Cheng's pupils shrank suddenly, a little at a loss, and he didn't even respond to his hands being released.

"Afterwards, the developer took advantage of the popularity to release a large number of original concept drawings of the game on the Internet, and at the game carnival in Haicheng, announced the sequel to the restart of "Interstellar Exploitation", completing the momentum. The main team members behind the scenes also Appeared one by one. In addition to the producer who has attracted much attention, the other is the main artist who has caused discussion because of its wonderful art style. After all, it is playing against foreign games, and everyone thinks that this is the light of domestic production.”

   As he spoke, the guest picked up the half of the pure water in the glass, shook it, and took a sip.

"Unfortunately, there is no news about the restart and sequel of "Interstellar Development", which is known as the light of domestic production. In 2013, development chaos broke out, and employees left, including the main artist who attracted attention because of his art style. "

"Then in 2015, the developer of "Interstellar Exploitation" sued a small studio that had just been established for art infringement and won the lawsuit. Coincidentally, one of the founders of this studio, There was the main beauty. I looked through the judgment at that time, and guess what? The studio was accused of bankruptcy, the partner's capital disappeared, and the main beauty subsequently divorced and left the house for the purpose of seeking custody. Tsk tsk, It's hard for me to imagine such courage.”

  The guest raised his head slightly, and in the night, his sharp eyes looked straight through the sunglasses, staring at Ah Cheng who was already stunned.

"Why is this?"

   Ah Cheng froze on the spot, not knowing how to answer, and then made a sound in a daze.

"Who are you?"

   After listening, the guest took off his sunglasses and put down his water glass.

   "Then introduce yourself."

   As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, smiling slightly in the dim light of the night.

   "My surname is Meng, and my name is Meng Shu. I am a game entrepreneur. Hello, Mr. Fang Yuancheng."

   Gaming Entrepreneur.?

  Fang Yuancheng was stunned, a little surprised.

  He shook hands with this man surnamed Meng with a surprised expression.

  The person in front of him was too young, like a college student who had just graduated.

   But his way of speaking and behavior seems old-fashioned.

  It feels a bit ugly.

   Game Entrepreneur

"Are you looking for me?"

  Meng Shu looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, about 35 years old, and was a little surprised when he was standing when he was sitting.

   "I said I was an entrepreneur, do you really believe me?"

   "That's not it."

  Fang Yuancheng laughed at himself.

   "It's past 11 o'clock in the evening, and there are no people here, and the light is dark. You, a young man, ate noodles here and talked for a long time. Did you come here for entertainment?"

  He pointed to the end of the street and said.

   "Go straight over there and turn left, that's the night market. It's more lively than here."

  Meng Shu smiled when he heard it, but he didn't expect so much.

  I just think this person is quite smart.

   "A game maker is looking for you, Mr. Fang, what do you think will happen?"

  Meng Shu threw the question back, but this meant another answer.

  Fang Yuancheng was stunned, with an expression of disbelief.

   "Did I not"

  He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning behind it was already obvious.

  Meng Shu shook his head, took out a business card, and handed it over.

  Fang Yuancheng took it and looked at it in the dim light.

   "The only game?"

   It turns out that he is really a game entrepreneur! And the founder of this company?

"The "Dark Forest", "Blackjack", "Face" and "Sky Mountain" on the market are all games developed by our company. At the same time, Unlimited Online Entertainment is our main cooperative publisher. If you have never heard of the only game, You should have heard of Unlimited Online Entertainment, right?"

  Meng Shu opened his mouth and slowly described these historical achievements.

   Hearing this, Fang Yuancheng was taken aback again, and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

  Infinity Online Entertainment aside, the four games just now can be described as thunderous!

  As a former game practitioner, I naturally know what these four games represent.

only

   Unexpectedly, the founders of the developers of these four games approached them in person.

   For him now, he is really flattered!

but

  Fang Yuancheng laughed at himself.

   "Mr. Meng, you may have found the wrong person. I don't know what you can do with me, but I know I can't bring you anything."

   After speaking, Fang Yuancheng turned around and went into the dining car, took out two beers from the freezer, and picked up some peanuts and brought them up.

  Meng Shu quietly watched him put down the peanut plate, and then took out two disposable paper cups and filled them up. Seeing him pull out the low stool and sit down, he drank the beer in one gulp.

   Finally let out a sigh of relief.

"I still have a daughter to raise. In order to take care of her, I can't join those companies. Because you also know that in the game industry, working overtime is a normal phenomenon. I am the only girl left, and her grandparents left early. I If she enters the company, who will take care of her? A nursery? But she has lost her mother's love, and the rest of her father's love will also be lost."

   As he spoke, he knocked on the low table in front of him, his face turning bitter.

"I don't want to sell fans and noodles, but I have no choice. In order to take care of her, I can only do this. During the day I will make an appointment, and at night, I will sell fans and noodles. There are more and more business sources, and the business source is becoming more and more fixed. It is difficult for me to have the previous price. It is even time-consuming and labor-intensive to write a draft, and the money I earn is not as much as I sell fans.”

"So Mr. Meng, I'm glad you found me. I really want to get back to my old job, but I can't ignore this girl. I can only say sorry to you here, and let you make your trip in vain. This bottle of beer , I invited you!"

   After finishing speaking, he filled another glass for himself and toasted Meng Shu.

  The latter just picked up the paper cup and touched him lightly.

   "I did it, you can do whatever you want!"

  Fang Yuancheng raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

  Meng Shu watched calmly from the side.

  The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but it disappeared quickly.

   Just clinked glasses, there is a small detail.

  Fang Yuancheng lowered his head with his cup.

  In terms of wine table culture, this is respect, and there is a distinction between primary and secondary.

  This Fang Yuan Cheng.

   made him, Meng Shu, a guest.

  Meng Shu smiled lightly, and took a sip from the paper cup. Then he picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, smiling.

   "Mr. Fang Yuancheng, do you think this is a problem?"

  Fang Yuancheng was taken aback, then looked at Meng Shu suddenly.

  That expression is self-evident.

  Meng Shu picked up another peanut and threw it into his mouth. While chewing, he took out his phone.

  Through the bright screen, above is a rather spectacular sci-fi building.

  The high-rise buildings stand in endless stretches.

  The light pollution of feasting and feasting lingers in it.

   It looks like a future technological city.

   But in another word, it looks like cyberpunk!

  Meng Shu put the phone on the low table, not caring whether there was oil on it.

   Then pointing to the original painting in front of him, he spoke calmly.

   "You have this ability."

  Then, he took out a hundred-yuan note and placed it next to the phone.

   "And I have this money."

  Meng Shu dragged the banknotes onto the phone, covering the cyberpunk-style city. Looking up at Fang Yuancheng, he smiled.

   "I use this money to hire your ability."

   "As long as your ability is greater than this money, then the problems you worry about are not a problem for me."

  Fang Yuancheng froze in place.

  For the young entrepreneur in front of him, he felt a little shaken in his heart.

   It is impossible to not want to go back to the old business.

  With his ability, it is no problem to find a company at random, let alone 10,000, about 8,000.

  But now, because of the little girl. He couldn't leave her alone at home, or at school.

  She is only five years old, which will make her, who already lacks maternal love, further alienate her father's love. For her growing up, it was a bad thing.

   Besides, if something happens.

   Then he will never forgive himself in his life.

   "Mr. Meng Meng. What should I do if I can?"

   Unknowingly, Fang Yuancheng called Meng Shu from Mr. Meng to Mr. Meng.

  The latter nodded slightly and opened his mouth slowly.

"With your ability, I can temporarily give you 10,000 for the first three months. When you think it's appropriate, we can sign a ten-year contract with a monthly salary of around 35,000, paid annually. Other benefits are all in labor In the contract, I don't want to go into details here.”

"In addition, you can work remotely at home for the time being. Because the company is too small now, there is not much space left. After the new company is renovated, you need to go to work in the company. The new company is in Jichuang Industrial Park, not far from you , drive for about 40 minutes. I will rent a room for you. You can also bring your daughter to work, and I will give you an independent office."

"Provided that."

  Meng Shu removed the hundred-yuan note on the phone, and pointed to the cyberpunk city on the phone screen.

   ".Your sword is not old."

  Fang Yuancheng pursed his lips, staring at his previous work on the phone, lost in thought.

   I don't know if it was because of the emotion caused by touching the scene, or because of Mr. Meng's words.

   Now, after seeing this picture, he can still recall the details of creating it.

  The entrepreneur in front of him put it in front of him, and he is confident that he can still do it!

   After all, this was the guy he used to eat, and it was a professional skill engraved in his bones.

   But he didn't know how to answer.

   Bragging and saying it's okay? Or humbly and low-key say it should be okay?

  He wasn't sure.

  For a while, he was in a bit of trouble.

car?

   He didn't.

  When the studio went bankrupt, it was sold long ago.

   Now there is only one commercial house left, which is the last haven for him and his daughter.

   Continue to sell noodles and noodles, I don't know how long I can last.

  When the daughter grows up, the expenses will be even greater.

  If I go on like this, can I bring any good life to my daughter?

   Fang Yuancheng hesitated, and subconsciously looked at Meng Shu, but found that the eyes of the young man in front of him were looking elsewhere.

  He followed his gaze and saw his daughter sleeping on her stomach not far away.

  The little girl seemed to be so sleepy that she fell asleep because it was too late.

  Even the pencil was still in the sharpener.

  At this moment, Fang Yuan made up his mind.

  He wanted to pave a way for his daughter to grow up well.

  Look at yourself now, compare it with the past, what is it like?

  What good life can this give my daughter?

  So, he looked at Meng Shu again.

   Opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

  With his eyes flickering, he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down.

  By taking advantage of the strength of drinking just now, he looked at Meng Shu sincerely and spoke out the truth.

   "If you don't mind. I would.! I can do it too!"

   I deleted everything I wrote in this chapter yesterday because it wasn't finished. I'm really sorry, welcome to the group of angry whip authors

  (end of this chapter)

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