Game Design: It is Very Simple For You To Fill In?

The fans in Yinzi's live broadcast room breathed a sigh of relief. Although they believed in the old thief, when such an incident happened, they couldn't help but feel panic in their hearts.

After all, the old thief is just a game producer,

When the background BGM edited by the game producer collides with the national team, everyone will feel a little worried.

Fortunately, not so.

Yinzi lowered his head and fiddled with the phone, and after more than ten seconds, he raised his head with a smile on his aunt's face.

"Today I went straight to it. I bought the ticket as soon as the news came out. Fortunately, I got it." Yinzi said as he shook his phone, "No way? Could it be that someone didn't react?"

He showed the screen of his mobile phone under the camera, and there was a message on the screen that the concert ticket reservation was successful.

"It is enough to make some mistakes once. I don't believe that some people can make the same mistakes again and again." He smiled at the camera, but that smile was just a gloat.

"I didn't even read the details page of the concert carefully, I just saw the words exclusive to Dark Souls, and I placed the order directly." Yinzi said and patted his chest, because he just finished paying When I came out, I saw the word sold out in red and huge.

Once, he gritted his teeth with hatred when he saw these two words.

But this time, he just felt refreshed when he saw these two words.

"Let's take a look at the details of the concert this time. I didn't even have time to read it just now." After confirming that he had purchased the tickets, Yinzi clicked on the details of the concert in a leisurely manner.

Just clicking on the detailed information, the smile on his face froze at first, and then the smile became brighter.

"There will be a CG story of the hero under the holographic projection at the music scene, coupled with the passionate performance of the National Orchestra, a country will only perform one performance, and the performance will end after 10 performances around the world."

Yinzi rubbed his eyes, then glanced at the ticket purchase information on his phone just now.

This time I really made a lot of money~~

It is impossible to know whether there will be a next time for this kind of concert, because the less it is, the more precious it can be.

Seeing the message he read out, some people who had no interest in the concert at all stared wide-eyed at this moment.

‘When I saw the concert, I was thinking, I can’t understand it when I go to the game, but I can hear it in the game, and now I see the information in it, I suddenly feel that this is what I should listen to! My ticket! ! ! My ticket is gone! '

'At first I thought the boss booked tickets to feed pigs with ginseng fruit, but unexpectedly, this time it is real ginseng fruit! '

'I'll pay double the price and resell the ticket to me. '

'Although I can't go to the scene, I can imagine that in the holographic mode, all the musicians stand at the feet of King Xin, singing in female voices, and singing in harmony with male voices! The fire will be extinguished, but Wang Ying will not be seen! ! '

'This time the old thief is really going to suppress those artists...'

‘The interaction and collision of the ninth art and the fourth art! '

‘Fortunately, there is a paid live broadcast, and I can still get a viewing angle! '

...

Tickets for the concert were sold out immediately, and even if you want to buy them from other people at a high price, it is hard to get a ticket.

At this time, in the small courtyard of a residential building, an old man with thick glasses was sitting with a group of old men on a stone table in the garden of the community, looking at the chessboard in front of him seriously.

He frowned tightly, holding a chess piece in his hand, undecided.

The afternoon sun was very warm, but it couldn't shine into the pile of people on the chessboard under the shade of the trees.

The mobile phone on the stone table beside him was ringing rapidly, and after he glanced at the caller ID of the mobile phone, he connected the call.

"Wait, everyone, my grandson is calling."

The old man held the mobile phone to his ear, but his eyes were fixed on the chessboard, thinking about where the chess pieces in his hand would fall.

"What's the matter?" He asked, but his forehead was sweating, and his brain was running at high speed.

"Old Chen, why don't you just admit defeat, you're in a dead end."

"Nonsense, obviously I still have a chance to backhand!" Old Chen glared at the old man sitting opposite him, "I'll give you a magic hand after I finish the call!"

"Grandpa, are you playing chess outside?" the grandson who called asked cautiously.

"Well, what's the matter?" He continued to look at the chessboard in front of him.

"Master, don't you have an exclusive ticket for the national band? There is a concert recently, can you give me this ticket?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? Tickets?" Old Chen felt that he was about to come up with a chess piece to defeat the enemy. He couldn't be distracted for a while, so he had to talk to his grandson perfunctorily.

"It's the kind of concert ticket you always wanted me to learn music. I want a ticket for a recent concert by a country band."

"Huh?!" Old Chen heard what he said for a moment, and his fingers trembled suddenly.

"I want to go and have a look." The chess piece in Old Chen's hand slipped off the board.

"What do you mean by this chess move? Is there anything special about it?" The old chess player on the opposite side looked at his move just now, and his mind froze a bit. This move... Could it be that there is some mystery that I can't see through?

"Are you willing to come back to learn music?" Old Chen stood up in surprise, and waved to his old friend who played chess.

"I'm sorry, that's all for today. I have something to do. You guys play first, you play."

As he spoke, he took his mobile phone and walked towards home.

He faintly heard the opponent playing chess behind him take a deep breath,

--hiss

What coup and particularity does old Chen have in this step?

It's just that he doesn't bother to explain that he really made a mistake right now.

"Are you willing to come back to learn music again?" Old Chen was both surprised and delighted. Just after walking a certain distance, he hunched over and began to cough violently.

They have always been a musical family, and this grandson has an unparalleled musical talent since he was a child, but he became rebellious and willful when he grew up.

After studying music for more than ten years, he said he would stop learning if he didn't want to learn it. He was addicted to playing games every day. Sometimes he really wanted to burn these electronic poisons!

No one can pull his grandson out of this electronic abyss, and it is useless to say.

I didn't expect that I would suddenly be willing to get in touch with music-related things now.

"Grandpa, don't get excited. Find a place to rest and catch your breath. I'll talk to you when I come back."

"Well, I'll wait for you to come back at home, it's good to be willing to study again, good thing...haha..."

He was fidgeting at home, and kept walking to the window to see if his grandson had come back.

I checked the time several times during the period, and found that only twenty minutes had passed.

Thinking about the tickets mentioned by his grandson, Old Chen picked up his mobile phone, and was going to contact the people from the national band first, and arrange a ticket for him with a seat near the front.

Every time this kind of concert, there will be a lot of extra tickets specially prepared for him, a retired veteran cadre from the national orchestra or some other people to withdraw temporarily.

"Oh, Lao Chen, why are you here to ask for this ticket, and you need two tickets at a time."

"I didn't expect this concert to surprise you all the time, but you should be always attracted. This concert will not let you down."

"Although tickets are hard to come by, I must reserve two for you."

"Let's not talk about it, I have another call from here. Fortunately, you called early, otherwise there will be no tickets later."

The person on the other side seemed to be very busy, so he hung up the phone quickly.

Old Chen looked at the phone, dumbfounded.

No special tickets? What exactly is this concert?