Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!-Chapter 226 - 194 Hu Yans Junior Sister_2
Chapter 226: Chapter 194 Hu Yan’s Junior Sister_2
Chapter 226: Chapter 194 Hu Yan’s Junior Sister_2
You always feel like you’re just one step away from beating the game, but actually, you’re far from it!
They couldn’t quite put into words what it was about the game that was so addictive or why they couldn’t stop playing.
But after a morning of playtesting, the entire team was growing more confident about the game.
Then, at the meeting, Wei Bo, the group leader, raised a question that no one else dared to ask.
“Boss Cheng, if the difficulty of the game is its selling point, why are we reserving loopholes for ourselves and even developing cheats?”
This was something that others had thought about as well.
Indeed, if the selling point was its difficulty, and there were only two levels to the game—only that the second level refreshed every day, changing into a different level—wouldn’t it be pointless once someone cheated to beat the game?
Cheng Zhu was lounging back in his chair with his legs crossed and said indifferently, “Even if I told you now, you might not understand. In short, we’re doing this on purpose for some marketing strategies later on.”
Indeed, looking at all the areas that Cheng Zhu was involved in now, he was always leveraging his personal marketing skills.
That was also one of the reasons he chose “Sheep” among so many easy-to-produce games.
He knew his strengths and abilities well.
Since the game itself became a hit through marketing, naturally, it was the one most suited for him to handle and operate.
Developing a cheat was just about having one more card in his hand.
He would wait for the right moment to play this card and make the game’s popularity surge again!
Cheng Zhu already had a whole set of marketing plans in his mind.
As for whether the current version of “Sheep” had reached the desired difficulty level, Cheng Zhu felt that he needed to find more people to test it.
Keep in mind that in his past life, he had seen a news article,
It said that someone used AI to run this game hundreds of thousands of times overnight and only passed it eight times.
Yet there were still many people in the comments questioning whether the news was fake, not believing the success rate could be that high!
In addition, Cheng Zhu also remembered another piece of news.
That was shortly after the game went viral, the team made tens of millions off of it.
However, Cheng Zhu was well aware that at that time, it was an era where traffic was king, and the system for monetizing traffic was already mature.
Now it’s 2014, and traffic money isn’t as easy to earn.
But no matter,
He didn’t plan to earn that much from the game anyway.
He just needed to create a few more marketing miracles, to have more stepping stones for his future plans of building an online platform, and to hold more cards in his hand.
Inside the studio, since Cheng Zhu didn’t directly explain why he was developing cheats himself, no one pressed further.
Marketing was something that all of them were novices at.
We’re just your average computer guys.
Cheng Zhu surveyed everyone and then declared with a wave of his hand, “Tonight, I’ll treat everyone to an expensive meal! Starting at five hundred per person!”
Cheering erupted in Room 212 once again.
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However, Cheng Zhu’s next statement made the group of male students even more excited, howling with enthusiasm.
“Today is Friday, right? How about this: those who have girlfriends can bring their girlfriends too! Boss Cheng will pay for everyone!”
We can bring girls?
Brother Zhu, you are my god!
Cheng Zhu was also thinking, “Should I bring someone too?”
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In the afternoon, Cheng Zhu went to attend a class, and after class, he drove to Star City.
Today, the internal demolition work was all completed, and construction was going to start tomorrow.
He walked around the site and then went across to Starbucks to get a cup of coffee.
“Pretty soon, this is going to affect the business of the neighbors next door.”
“I really feel bad about it.”
“From now on, I’ll just buy a cup every time I come here,” he thought.
Back in the car, he checked his phone and found that Hu Yan had completed the comic illustrations for two products.
Only this time, among the pictures she sent, she included a “private” drawing of herself.
“Not bad, putting me under so much pressure, and you still find time to sneak in and draw a self-portrait, huh?” Cheng Zhu responded.
Although this self-portrait was different from the ones she’d sent before, the style had changed, leaning towards a more western commercial flair, with some Western elements added, Cheng Zhu still recognized it immediately through its voluptuous sense.
Hu Yan was the typical slightly overweight girl, well, the kind that men consider slightly overweight.
She seemed very soft and cuddly.
“Oh boss! I just used the time others spend drinking coffee to work on my saucy artwork,” Hu Yan replied.
It was just an urge to draw, that’s all.
Cheng Zhu glanced at the coffee in his hand, wondering if this naughty illustrator had installed a surveillance camera on him?
“Don’t distort the famous sayings of my idol like that!” Cheng Zhu sent a WeChat message.
“Alright, alright, boss, why don’t you critique it? I specially didn’t choose to send it to you in the middle of the night,” Hu Yan said, sneakily speeding up the conversation.
Cheng Zhu was starting to lose track of how their relationship had slowly evolved to a point where it was natural for them to send such self-portraits to each other.
Since the first time he received a self-portrait of Hu Yan wearing their QQ product, it became increasingly natural.
This isn’t very different from you voluntarily sending me flirty selfies, and it’s even more interesting and fresh.
What’s going on? It’s as if we’re more than just a purely financial relationship now!
Well, since you’re asking me to critique, here’s my opinion, “It’s average, doesn’t have the sassiness of the previous ones.”
“Yeah! I think so too!!!” Hu Yan agreed, feeling ecstatic as if he really understood her.
She even started to analyze whether she might have drawn her buttocks too Westernized.
“You’re not drawing these for another revenue stream, are you? Don’t get caught and thrown in jail; finding a satisfactory illustrator isn’t easy,” Cheng Zhu typed.
He knew some illustrators earned money that way, similar to those offering “benefits” online.
Except one is drawings, and the other is photographs.
Some illustrators are illustrators, and some illustrators, well, they are illustrators!
“What! How could I draw myself and sell it for money! I’ve only ever showed my self-portraits to two people.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, the other person is my former art studio junior, also a college student from Hang City.”
“Oh? She’s also studying in Hang City?”
“That’s right! You are currently the only two people who I can really connect with.”
Cheng Zhu understood the subtext: “Wow, such artistic language? I get it, she’s naughty too.”
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