To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 535 - 312 Work at Sunrise (Part 1)_1
Chapter 535: Chapter 312 Work at Sunrise (Part 1)_1
Seeing the new game demo that Fang Cheng brought out, Huang Ping had grown accustomed to it.
Different studios have different work modes, and the mode here is to closely unite in the game group led by Comrade Fang Cheng, and then add one’s ownlor to this game.
Each person’s abilitiesuld be fully utilized in this project. He used to worry that the studio didn’t have enough people to handle the workload, but as everyone became more in sync with each other, thatncern gradually disappeared.
He still had worries, though. With policy changes and the shifting winds in the gaming industry, Fang Cheng Studio’s games were inevitably going global. It seemed like the studiould use someone who was adept at handling global business, but such talent was hard to find.
There was no rush, though; they still had time on their side.
They were only a game studio that had been established for less than two years. Taking it slowuld help them build a stronger foundation, and there was no need to rush success.
After all, big gamingmpanies were refined over decades; with a fantastic opening hand, they didn’t need to rush things.
Looking at the game demo Fang Cheng had provided, Huang Ping found it was a life simulation game.
Players would role-play as a Cultivator who had just set foot on the path of cultivation, sitting in meditation, farming, training, and descending the mountain for trials in a tranquil village. The game’s NPCs were warm and hospitable, each one of them upright and kind—an excellent spot for a leisurely vacation.
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The data for PCs and game cabins were interoperable, and the game’s pacing would be slow, so it was a more relaxed game.
After reading these descriptions, Huang Ping sketched out a rough understanding of the game’s overall gameplay, but he knew his first impressions weren’t reliable.
The boss… he was a crafty one!
Don’t be fooled by his gentle appearance; when it came to game development, he was full of mischief, stuffing his games with seven, eight, nine, or ten Easter eggs.
Other people’s games were buy-one-get-one-free, but his games were buy-one-get-ten, with new diveries every time you played.
Unlike Huang Ping, who usually started by reading the game plan, Monkey had already hopped into the game cabin and begun experiencing the game.
The game featurts, playing from an observer’s viewpoint.
Switching to his preferred first-person view, Monkey entered the game only to be surrounded by dozens of unfriendly-looking old men.
Just as Monkey thought this was a be-kind-to-seniors beat-’em-up game, an old man suddenly grabbed him and said excitedly, “Finally, someone’sme. This one’s mine.”
“What are you grabbing at? I’m older; I get to pick first, you hear?”
“Don’t make me start a fight right now; isn’t it good to be alive?”
Thus, Monkey ended up inexplicably being snatched back and forth, feeling how enthusiastic the NPCs were here.
Thatuldn’t deny, though; it was somewhat exhilarating.
Eventually, an old man took advantage of a gap and grabbed Monkey, flying up into the sky and leaving the others unable to follow, their angry roars echoing from below.
The old man who got Monkey was delighted; he flew all the way to a nearby mountain peak, pointing to a newly built small Taoist temple, “This is my Taoist temple. From now on, you’ll be my… What’s our Sect called?”
Facing Monkey’s puzzled look, the old man embarrassedly said, “We didn’t use to have a Sect, but the Heavenly Lord said it would be better to divide into some Sects for easier management. So, several hundred of us old fellows established Sects, but my memory isn’t so good, so I’ve forgotten what it’s called.”
Pulling out a sm name?”
“…Monkey.”
“That’s a great name! Soundsmfortable.”
Monkey’s eyes immediately lit up, “You also think it’s a good name, right? I particularly like it, but they always tell me it’s not very good.”
“Why’s that?”
“They say that as a top-tier gamer, this name doesn’t suit you. Something like Mischievous Monkey or Great Sage would be better.”
“Don’t listen to them; this name is fine. But Great Sage, that sounds interesting; let’s call our Sect the Great Saint Sect.”
“Sure, sure!”
As they spoke, the doors of the Taoist temple were pushed open, and a Taoist Boy in grey Daoist robes appeared, saying helplessly, “Master, what are you up to now?”
“Youme at the perfect time!”
Pulling the Taoist Boy over, Taoist Chankong, holding the seven- or eight-year-old boy, said, “This is your senior brother Changfeng. Don’t let his young age fool you; he’s quite skilled. He’s phenomenal with the Flying Sword. You might learn something from him.”
Feeling flattered by his master’s praise, Changfeng smiled shyly, then straightened up and said, “From now on, you are a member of our White Cloud Sect. I’ll definitely look out for you.”
“Oh, we used to be the White Cloud Sect, huh? Well, that’s in the past now; we are the Great Saint Sect.”
“…Another change…”
Although not too thrilMaster’s memory.”
