MTL - Say Yes To Making Bad Games, What the Hell is Titanfall?-Chapter 59 A good news, a bad news 【Subscribe】

  Chapter 59 A good news, a bad news 【Subscribe】

   At noon the next day!

  In the office, Gu Sheng was flipping through the materials of the popular somatosensory pod shooting games in recent years.

  While watching, someone knocked on the office door.

   tuk tuk tuk—

   "Come in."

  Gu Sheng put down the document and looked up.

  As the door opened, Lu Bian and Da Jiang appeared at the door with mysterious expressions.

"what?"

  Gu Sheng frowned suspiciously.

   You know, these two guys usually come to him and never knock on the door.

  What's wrong today, the sun came out from the west?

   I saw Lu Bian walk into the office, showing a professional smile to Gu Sheng, like a waiter:

   "Dear Director Gu, good morning, I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

   "...I want to hear what your attending doctor has to say first." Gu Sheng said speechlessly.

   "Tsk old Gu, why are you so boring!" Lu Bian complained.

   "Ah, okay, okay," Gu Sheng raised his hands in surrender, and played tricks with the two brothers: "Then I'll hear the bad news first, it's all hard work."

   Lu Bian immediately resumed his professional status, nodded:

"OK."

   While talking, he handed over a document:

   "The bad news is that our first-day sales results are released, 2085 copies, and it has not broken the first-day sales record for games of the same size."

   "Well, it's okay, as expected."

   Regarding this, Gu Sheng was not too surprised or annoyed.

   After all, the game type is here, and it is the unpopular among the unpopular.

   Even though many anchors experienced it for themselves yesterday, players’ stereotypes of horror games cannot be reversed in a day or two.

   Gu Sheng was quite satisfied that the score on the first day even exceeded 2,000.

   After all, this result is only relative to their previous results. It may be a little mediocre, but for the entire market, it is already considered to be in the middle and upper reaches.

   It will take time for the fear of ghosts to explode.

   "The bad news isn't too bad," Gu Sheng closed the sales report, and continued to ask, "What about the good news?"

   "Good news, hehehe, good news is so **** good—"

  Seeing Lu Bian take out the phone from behind and hand it to Gu Sheng:

   "Our weekly sales are about to explode!!"

ha? !

  Seeing the excited look on Lu Bian's face, Gu Sheng didn't understand why.

  Took the phone and took a closer look, and couldn't help but take a breath—

  "Black Box Evaluation: "Phobia" a ghost card that redefines horror games (9.8/10

   "This is... a media evaluation?!"

   Gu Sheng looked at the content on the phone, quite surprised.

  Media evaluation is a form of media communication in which the professional evaluation team of mainstream game websites or forums systematically analyzes and scores the most popular masterpieces.

   To some extent, media evaluation is also an important way to announce the game.

   Even, its role is more prominent than general game news.

  Because players have always been convinced of this kind of professional evaluation, especially several mainstream evaluation media in China, which can almost be said to be game wind vanes.

but!

  According to Bao Sheng's understanding, in this world, the media evaluation and scoring of somatosensory cabin games are generally only for those works with a large cost.

  Mainstream professional evaluation teams like black box games rarely pay attention to games with low cost and small volume.

   "We are too lucky..."

   Gu Sheng muttered something, obviously a little surprised by this big pie that fell from the sky:

   "I picked up a game evaluation opportunity for nothing?"

However!

  Regarding Gu Sheng's 'lucky' statement, Lu Bian shook his head:

   "Old Gu, if I only picked up such a test, I wouldn't be so happy."

   Talking!

  Look at Lu Bian waving his hand!

  Behind him, Da Jiang stepped forward and put the prepared materials in front of Gu Sheng!

   "Brother Sheng, we really exploded this time,"

   "Eighty percent of the mainstream game evaluation groups in China have evaluated and scored our games, and all of them are 9.5 upwards,"

   "Even the evaluation self-media with more than one million followers on each platform is full of praise for our game!"

   Watts? !

  Hearing this, Gu Sheng was startled.

   Open the file, and you will see that there are no less than 20 game media ratings listed above!

  SNG evaluation, 9.7 points: A creepy new form of horror masterpiece, Phobia uses its ingenious psychological fear therapy to cure my boredom of horror games for so many years!

   Player Bonfire, 9.6 points: The era of Jumpscare is over! The "psychological fear flow" created by phobia is epoch-making! Of course, it would be nice if their cost investment was higher...

  Tiantianyoubao, 9.8 points: Soul fear! If you ask me where the creative limit of Golden Wind is, then I will tell you that it is like the fear in phobia, it only exists in your thinking, only you can't think of it, you can't do it without them arrive.

  Somatosensory world, 9.7 points: Terror is coming! A dimensionality reduction blow from a supernova! A small blue film that really cures the horror game's impotence! Make sure you have no history of heart disease before playing!

  China Game Forum, 9.7 points!

  Lao Sang said the game, 9.5 points!

  Suction game, 9.6 points...

  From game media to game forums, to video sites and online self-media.

  Without exception, they all gave this game a very high evaluation!

  It seems that the only minus point of this game is that the investment is slightly lower, which leads to the level of performance of the game hardware not being perfect.

   Looking at it, Gu Sheng couldn't help opening his mouth wide.

   "This is... something wrong?!"

   It stands to reason that a motion sensor cabin game of their size is not worthy of being evaluated and scored by the mainstream media.

   Even if you take a step back, some media have seen the quality of their game and think that the gameplay of psychological horror is indeed groundbreaking.

   It should also be evaluated by a certain mainstream media, which aroused widespread repercussions in the market, and after a period of fermentation.

   Then, other media began to evaluate.

   Instead of being like now, a vast number of media swarmed up, as if it had been discussed, at the same time, overwhelmingly launched evaluations and announcements on this game!

   "Someone make announcements for us?!"

   Gu Sheng realized right away that this was definitely not as simple as an ordinary luck.

  Many game media are in agreement, there must be someone behind the scenes to help them out!

   "Exactly!"

   Lu Bian snapped his fingers, then raised his eyebrows and asked:

   "Then do you know who operated this?"

  Gu Sheng's first reaction was of course Little Nezha.

   After all, their company is only that big.

  If he, the game director, didn't make a publicity announcement, it must be the little Nezha, the president, who did the publicity.

   But after thinking about it, he shook his head again.

   It shouldn't be.

  Little Nezha has always been admonishing and admonishing him ten thousand times, resolutely not to engage in publicity, so that he must devote all his costs to game development, with the attitude of an iron-headed kid who is not afraid of deep alleys.

   What's more, with little Nezha's understanding of the game industry, she can't think of evaluating this form of announcement.

   Who could it be?

   For a moment, Gu Sheng was a little out of control, and shook his head: "It can't be Little Nezha, right?"

  Hearing this, Lu Bian lifted his trousers and sat on the sofa, pretending to be mysterious:

   "Yes and No,"

   "No, too,"

   "I can only say that the water in this matter is very deep, and little Nezha is not as stupid and clear as we imagined,"

   "How should I put it, you know what you know, that's all I can say."

  Gu Sheng: …

   "If you continue to be a **** riddler, get the **** out of Binjiang City."

   "Don't stop kidding, brother,"

  Seeing that Gu Sheng was about to stand up and give him justice, Lu Bian quickly smiled and waved his hands:

   "Sit, sit, can't I just talk about it..."

   Talking!

  Lu Bian then analyzed what he saw, heard, and analyzed, and confessed everything.

   After listening to Lu Bian's talk!

  Gu Sheng hugged his shoulders, frowned and thought:

   "...In other words, the extra 80,000 landing fee given by Nezha is actually implying that Yiyou gave us the green light to provide policy support for in-depth cooperation?"

   "I also listened to Chu Dami's analysis,"

  Lu Bian shrugged and said:

   "Let's not talk about this matter, little Nezha didn't even tell Chu Dami, and at that time she was so distressed that she died, thinking that little Nezha was a waste of money on purpose."

"Um-"

  Hearing this, Gu Sheng nodded.

   Awesome.

  Little Nezha is flexible enough to come up with this set of business operations.

   It not only avoided the embarrassment that they did not have a professional publicity team, but also made full use of Yiyou's favor and favor for them.

  Promote strengths and avoid weaknesses, leverage strengths, and are well versed in the unspoken rules of business.

   Sure enough, the tiger father has no dog daughter.

   Gu Sheng sighed in his heart.

   After all, little Nezha is also a top student in a key university. He comes from a merchant family. He may not understand games, but he certainly does not understand business.

   "Apart from that? Does Yiyou have any other announcements?"

   Gu Sheng asked.

"Of course,"

  Lu Bian nodded:

   "In order to cooperate with the sales of our game, Yiyou announced this morning that it will launch the theme of the phobia somatosensory cabin, and all players who buy the game will get it,"

   "In addition, they also organized a game lottery on Weibo,"

   "As long as players participate in Weibo, bring the topic of #恐鬼病#, share game clips, screenshots, jokes, etc.,"

   "There is a chance to draw a brand new Yiyou x1."

   Good guy.

  Hearing this, Gu Sheng was secretly surprised.

   Yan Sheng's ability to do this can basically be said to be frantically probing on the edge of the bottom line.

   After all, theoretically speaking, Golden Wind has not yet reached the standard for in-depth cooperation between art and travel.

  Even if Yan Sheng gives them the green light, it is impossible to implement the announcement in accordance with the standard of in-depth cooperation.

   It’s helping to find evaluations, launching themes, and doing lottery draws to create momentum for them.

  Art tour is already very interesting.

   Even, the combined cost of these announcements has already exceeded 80,000 yuan.

   "Yan Sheng is a good comrade." Gu Sheng nodded.

   "Indeed," Lu Bian also said sincerely, "This means that Yiyou has a high reputation and a high status. If we went out to find the media to do evaluations, let alone so many, it would be difficult to win one for 80,000 yuan."

   "So say..."

  Finally, Gu Sheng concluded:

   "Don't look at the little Nezha who is usually heartless,"

   "At the critical moment, what a **** talent!!"

  …

  Fear of ghosts is not surprising.

   It's like a person's success requires strength and luck.

  The success of a game also requires two elements—quality and publicity.

  There is no doubt that the quality of phobia can surpass other horror games in this world.

   Coupled with the strong support of good comrade Yan Sheng, it can be compared to licking a dog's hard-working publicity.

  Phobia became the hottest game among players in just half a day!

  When the hands of the clock point to eight o'clock in the evening again!

  Together with the night, there is also the baptism of terror of ghosts, and the tragic screams of countless anchors!

   "...WDNMD Dongguaqiang, this is the picture you picked?!"

  In the early morning and midnight, amidst the gusty wind, four people stood in front of an old house, looking at the paper figurines and paper horses lined up on both sides in front of the scarlet gate.

  With the sound of a woman whimpering, the two rows of wreaths close to the wall rustled, and the big Chinese character "Dian" fluttered in the wind.

  Liu Peijia, Donggua, Liu Di, and Teacher Ma, the four of them poked at the gate of the gloomy old house, unable to move even a step.

  Originally, Liu Peijia just saw that this game was highly rated and very popular, so he wanted to experience it with the mentality of giving it a try.

   But unexpectedly, Dong Gua committed hyperthyroidism on the spot after seeing the barrage saying that their anchors in the FPS area were timid and lustful.

  I have to choose an expert-level difficulty map, saying that I want to justify myself.

  So ever since.

   Here they are.

  Ancient house.

  An additional map added by Gu Sheng, full of Chinese horror elements.

  As soon as Liu Peijia came in, he regretted it. He really shouldn't have listened to Winter Melon and made a random selection of eight pictures.

   The game itself is enough for the underworld.

  Just now when he watched Lao Piao’s live video, he was terrified enough.

   As a result, Donggua chose a Chinese-style horror map.

   Don't say anything else.

   Just those pair of paper figurines and horses poking at the gate was enough to scare him!

   I don't know if it was because of the night, or because he was nervous.

  He always felt that the two boy and girl paper figurines were staring at him.

  Feared, Liu Peijia was furious:

   "The picture you chose! Winter melon! Don't be afraid to pinch the horse later!"

   "I...cough!"

  Winter Melon was quite crazy at first, thinking that horror games are just like that, the worst thing is to be startled.

  But as soon as he came in, he saw that he had no weapon in his hand, and saw the eerie gate of the mansion, and he panicked instantly.

  But the so-called road I chose had to be walked on my knees, so I cleared my throat and pretended to be calm:

   "That's it! What are you afraid of! They say we are all cowardly and lustful! Can you bear this? Brother Eggplant, are you afraid? Can you be afraid?"

   Upon hearing this, Liu Peijia naturally couldn't admit defeat:

   "I'm afraid of Hang Nima? Could I be afraid? Just kidding! Are you afraid, Mr. Di?!"

   "Fuck! I'm afraid? I haven't seen anything!"

   Liu Di did not lose face:

   "I can't be afraid at all! Are you afraid, old horse!"

  Lao Ma is actually a little scared.

   But seeing everyone saying that, I could only grin my mouth: "If I say I'm not afraid, it seems like a lot of money, then... I'm not afraid either."

   The voice has not yet fallen!

  See the three anchors in the FPS area step back together!

   "Teacher Ma said he is not afraid!"

   "Woc is awesome, Mr. Ma!"

   "It has to be an old horse, so you go first, old horse!"

   "Teacher Ma, go first, we will break it up for you..."

  The outrageous scene directly made the barrage unstoppable—

  ‘What kind of routine is this? ! '

  'I put my brother in my pocket, and brother kick me into the ditch? '

  'Pass it on, FPS major anchors collectively suppress the gold medal lecturer in the league area'

  ‘It’s so cheap, you three are! '

  ‘Is this what people do? '

  'Old horse: I need a more offensive vocabulary than the newborn'

'

  The water friends laughed, and the old horse was also confused!

   "Yo, I'm a routine, right? The little boss is really stupid..."

  However, although he was surprised by the shamelessness of the three of Liu Peijia, the always generous Teacher Ma took the lead after all.

   A group of people squeezed each other, slowly moved up the bluestone steps, and bravely pushed open the vermilion lacquer gate of the ancient house.

   This is a three-entry house.

  As soon as they crossed the threshold, the scene in front of them made the four of them shudder!

   But I saw that on the hanging flower door that first entered the small courtyard, there were actually two red lanterns shining with a faint halo.

  On the lantern, the word "囍" is vaguely visible.

   "I rely on—"

   Seeing this scene, Liu Peijia was in a bad mood:

   "This is... a dark marriage?!"

  (end of this chapter)