I just want players to save money, but I was made the richest man

In the dark living room, the curtains were tightly drawn.

A young man and a girl sat opposite each other around the coffee table, their expressions serious and nervous.

Beside the coffee table, there is a black password box.

"How's everything going?" the girl said coldly.

"Miss, we are tight and the wind is strong. This is all we can do with this ticket." The young man looked around while speaking: "There is no pinhole camera at home, right?"

Seeing that the girl in front of him looked impatient, the young man stopped talking nonsense and quickly opened the password box.

Suddenly, a box full of money was exposed in public.

"Wow, there are so many... No, why are these just these?" The girl just straightened her face, but Ke Jin waved his hand and said, "Click!"

"Forget it, let's not act. There is a dog downstairs who can act better than you."

"Go to hell, it's great if I can cooperate with you!" Ke Yu clenched his fists and was looking for a critical hit point on Ke Jin: "I don't know who shouted that there should be a sense of ceremony when the first dividend is distributed, I thought it was A high-end contract handover ceremony, but it turned out that this was an underground joint ceremony, right?"

"Just tell me if there is a sense of ritual." Ke Jin grabbed several bundles of bills from the box, all of which were brand new one yuan.

For 7,000 yuan, he went to the bank and withdrew a total of 7,000 one-yuan cash. Amidst the warm greetings from the staff, he left the bank with a stride, carrying a small suitcase that his father only used when traveling.

For nothing else.

I was used to being poor in my previous life, and I have never seen so much money. Is this a good enough reason?

"Childish." Keyu pursed his lips.

"I think you don't understand at all." Ke Jin stood up and opened the curtains, and warm sunlight rushed to fill the living room. He clapped his hands and turned around, raising his arms like a famous orchestra conductor. Let yourself lie in the sunshine: "A man is a boy until he dies!"

Keyu looked at his brother's appearance and was stunned for a moment.

I have to say, this childish stinky guy looks quite handsome from a certain angle.

But the next second, the handsome impression was instantly shattered.

"This 5,000 yuan is your investment principal." Returning to the coffee table, Ke Jin shook out dozens of bundles of one-yuan bills and pushed them towards Ke Yu.

Then, he counted out 10 bundles of one thousand dollars.

"This is your investment dividend."

To be honest, Ke Yu was quite happy.

Although the face value is not high, the quantity is large, and it looks like you are rich and a little happy.

But just when she was about to reach out and touch the money.

Ke Jin opened his arms again, quickly put the money into his arms, and put it all into the suitcase.

Keyu: "?"

"I'll give you a look, but our new project has started again and we need more capital investment. I will recycle the money first."

"..."

Keyu, who was almost so angry that Hong Wen was so angry, thought about swearing for a long time, but couldn't say it out, so he could only say it through clenched fists and gritted teeth.

"I curse you for not being able to find a partner before you turn 25!"

After thinking about it, this curse is too light.

Nowadays, there are many people who are 25 years old and have not been in love.

"Then 26 years old!" Keyu added the curse to a number that satisfied her.

"It's okay, don't you still have your best friend here? She was only 22 when I was 26, so she will be fine." Ke Jin made an understatement and didn't care.

"Are you my best friend? Don't even think about it! It's impossible for me to leave my best friend in the hands of someone like you, because!..." As he spoke, Ke Yu's face suddenly turned red, and his voice gradually became quieter. :"because……"

Looking at the old girl's cheeks as red as tomatoes, Ke Jin's heart tightened.

"Damn it, you don't have a crush on me, do you? We are siblings... we can't help it..."

"Shabi." The girl who was shy a second ago turned cold and raised her middle finger expressionlessly.

Ke Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the old girl doesn't have the kind of taboo love described in the Orthopedics Section for her.

Otherwise, you will have a headache.

Wait a minute...

In the conversation just now, a total of two people appeared.

One is herself and the other is her best friend.

If she wasn't blushing because of herself, it was...

I'm super! Aw!

It's so irritating... no, this is not okay!

"Yubao, your brother, I have been single for so many years, and I am counting on your best friend to take me out of my misery."

"You are young, and you still have a lot of youth to squander in the future. A lot of love affairs are waiting for you. My best friend can borrow it from me for sixty or seventy years."

"You believe me, I really like her, and I will be good to her for the rest of my life." Ke Jin's eyes were serious and firm: "From the first time I saw her ten years ago, I have committed to you as my sister. !”

"I wasn't your sister before we started writing." Keyu rolled his eyes.

at this time.

"Bang bang bang."

Outside the door, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Ke Jin stood up, shouted "Here we come", walked to the door, and looked out through the peephole.

I'm super! A beautiful big sister!

"Who is it?" Keyu asked in the living room.

Ke Jin turned his head and did not answer her question. Instead, he changed the subject and spoke seriously.

"Yubao, I'll leave my best friend to you."

Keyu: "???"

One second ago, he said that he would be good to my best friend for the rest of his life, but then he turned around and transferred the relationship?

Good guy! What you love is not specific, but you love every beautiful girl equally, right?

Cats north and south!

At this time, Ke Jin had opened the door.

A tall woman wearing a silver-grey pleated-shoulder dress stood in front of the door.

She has long, smooth, straight hair, but the ends are carefully styled and slightly permed.

The small, jade-white earlobes are looming under the cover of the hair, and a bright silver moon earring hangs on them. They sparkle under the refraction of the sun.

Wearing a pair of gold-plated thick-rimmed glasses on the straight bridge of his nose, his delicate face with light makeup wore a graceful and gentle smile, and the summer heat seemed to melt away between his pursed lips.

A pair of round and slender thighs were exposed from the areas not covered by the dress, exuding a holy light.

White, so damn white!

"Hello, is this Teacher Ke's home? I'm the psychological counselor we made an appointment with last week, Wen Zhiyin."

"What is the cause of the plague?" Ke Jin couldn't hold it back anymore, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "With this name, the author, are you kidding me..."

"Uh... just because? My name is because my parents hope that I can be well-educated and live a life like grass. That's why I named it this way." Wen Zhiyin showed a slightly confused look.

As a provincial first-level psychotherapist, she usually prefers to read physical books at home and abroad, and does not know much about some memes on the Internet.

"Oh, it's nothing. Teacher Wen, please come in." Ke Jin hurriedly stepped aside to make way for the elder sister in front of him who looked to be in her mid-twenties.

While letting it go, I was secretly happy in my heart.

Those who know me are my parents.

Before Ke Jin, he had heard a report from Dog Girl, saying that his parents were worried about his mental state after being repeatedly rejected during his recent intensive job search, and that they might ask a psychological counselor to visit his home.

The result was unexpected, unexpected!

You said you would come as soon as you came, why did you bring your household registration book with you?

Don't say anything else, just call the child "Ke Zhiyin"!

If you have a second child, the surname is Wen. It is called Wen Zhixin, because you can learn the new by studying the past.

Wow, what a meaningful meaning.

"You just need to call me teacher." Wen Zhiyin smiled softly and said, "I'm not a few years older than you, not to mention that psychological counseling requires getting closer to the patient, so you don't have to be so reserved."

She smiled, just took off the bag on her shoulder, and sat down on the sofa.

I heard a sweet voice coming from the side.

"Hello aunt, please have a cup of cappuccino."

Wen Zhiyin looked around and saw only a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a large loose T-shirt. She didn't know whether it was because she didn't wear it at home or it was covered by the loose T-shirt. In short, a pair of lotus-white thighs were exposed. , holding a tray in his hand, was serving her a cup of steaming coffee mixed with milk tea.

"Uh..." Wen Zhiyin was a little embarrassed.

Not to mention the hot weather, you give me a hot drink.

What does aunt mean?

Your brother is 22 this year, and sister, I am only 25 this year.

Without waiting for Wen Zhiyin to speak.

Ke Jin suddenly shouted: "Damn it! What's your name, aunt?"

That is, can you speak? Wen Zhiyin thought to herself.

"Call eldest sister"

Wen Zhiyin: "..."

You are not as good as an aunt, at least the age range of the aunt is locked between 30 and 50 years old.

The upper limit of eldest sister is too high. A 50-year-old person can still call a 70-year-old grandma eldest sister.

"Take it." Ke Jin said again.

"Ah?" Wen Zhiyin was stunned again, not understanding what Ke Jin meant.

She hadn't said a few words since she entered the house, but she was dominated by the Ke family brothers and sisters from beginning to end for half a minute.

Can these brothers and sisters still play without cutting?

"What I mean is, ask her to call eldest sister to pick her up, not aunt. This naughty kid just made me angry, so I didn't speak smoothly."

Wen Zhiyin: "..."

Why did you leave the chapter here?

"Oh, it's okay. She's your sister, right? I don't mind." Wen Zhiyin smiled lightly and tucked her hair away from her ear.

"I won't drink the tea. I have appointments with other patients later and my schedule is tight. Classmate Ke, shall we start psychological counseling now?"

"Here?" Ke Jin looked at the environment around him.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the light reflected on the glass was even a bit dazzling.

There was a naughty kid next to me who interrupted.

"How about you come into my room and talk for a while? I just have some questions that I would like to ask Sister Wen." Kejin invited.

"Hmm... that's fine. The room is quieter and more suitable for treatment." Wen Zhiyin agreed after pondering for a moment.

"This way please." Ke Jin stood up and led the way.

The two entered Kejin's room one after the other.

Ke Jin was about to close the door when he suddenly opened the door suddenly.

Sure enough, he saw his sister trying to get over and eavesdropping by the door.

"I'm warning you, it's my psychology class time now, don't make trouble." Ke Jin finished his words and closed the door tightly.

boom!

The air flow was so strong that the little girl's bangs flew away.

"Hey, that's boring." Keyu puffed up his cheeks, grunted dissatisfied, and went back to the living room to continue watching his own costume idol drama.

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After entering the house, the two briefly chatted for a few words.

It has to be said that as a provincial first-level psychological counselor, Wen Zhiyin does have something.

Her aura is very soft, her eyes are very warm, her tone is just right, and the connection of topics is flawless. The transition from the opening chat to Ke Jin's condition is smooth, without being cold or grabbing the conversation.

People couldn't help but want to tell her the heartbreaking words.

Wait, when did I become ill?

"...I heard Teacher Ke mentioned about your general situation. The employment pressure for young people is indeed great now, but you don't need to be too anxious." Wen Zhiyin comforted her softly, took out a notebook and pen, adjusted the frame of the mirror and continued. : "In this way, I will ask you some questions first, and then comprehensively..."

Kejin didn't hear a word of what Wen Zhiyin said.

The whole time, he was looking at the former's pretty cheeks and those white-toothed red lips that opened and closed.

This mouth is so beautiful.

Promise me, you will only use such a beautiful mouth for eating from now on, okay?

Of course, if you have a relationship with me, it can be more than just eating.

However, Kejin was not blinded by beauty.

Wen Zhiyin is very beautiful and has a very elegant temperament.

But right now her career interests Kejin more.

Psychological counselors are generally more accurate in their inner analysis of others.

Then, is it accurate to analyze players’ willingness to spend money?

If that's the case, wouldn't it be more effective if he invited her to be his game consultant?

Thinking of this, Kejin interrupted: "Teacher Wen, let me interrupt, does your psychological counseling cover multiple fields?"

"Well, I am a professional and have in-depth research on many vertical fields. You can consult me ​​on most psychological issues."

"That's just right. I have an unspeakable secret, which is a little bit special."

"Somewhat special? How special?" He didn't know if it was Ke Jin's illusion. When he mentioned special, he clearly felt that Wen Zhiyin showed a hint of excitement that was inconsistent with her gentle temperament.

Fleeting.

Ke Jin didn't take it to heart and said again.

"There are only a few people in the world who think like me...it's different from the public's thinking. I often need to find some tricky angles."

In a world where money is king, how can we not find ways to stop players from spending money? This perspective is not tricky.

But Wen Zhiyin's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"You mean, only the tricky angles can make you feel...enjoyment? Comfort?" Her voice trembled slightly when she asked this question.

"Uh." Ke Jin didn't notice the change in Wen Zhiyin's expression. He was still thinking about this strange question.

Comfortable, huh?

If players can complete tasks ahead of time without spending money, they can own countless top game IPs.

It is indeed more comfortable.

So he nodded: "Indeed."

"In this state of mind, are you on the passive side?" Wen Zhiyin asked, lowering his head and writing and drawing quickly in his notebook.

"Well...that's right."

After all, players don’t have money to spend, so I can’t hold their hands down.

"Then do you like being passive?"

"I don't like it very much..." Ke Jin always felt that the question was a bit strange, but he couldn't put it into words.

"But isn't it happier to be passive? You just admitted that you will enjoy this process."

"It's not the same. If they can be more controllable, it's okay to be passive. The main thing is that they are too irritable and don't play their cards according to common sense, so sometimes it gives me a headache."

"Them???" Wen Zhiyin was stunned for a moment, with a sickly blush appearing on his face for no reason, and continued to ask: "Are you sure it's just a headache? How many people do they refer to?"

I always felt that the question was a little off track, so Ke Jin quickly brought the topic back.

"That's right, Teacher Wen, let me tell you the truth. I am very interested in your career. I would like to invite you to join me and help me analyze their psychology. This career is probably similar to..." Four game consultants Before the words could be uttered, Ke Jin suddenly heard, "Pa!" ’ sound.

Looking up, he saw Wen Zhiyin closing the book in her hand hard, her eyes filled with intense passion.

Her breathing began to become rapid.

The full fruits on his chest also rose and fell.

"Stop talking, I can't accept multiple people. But if it's just you, I'm willing to give it a try." Wen Zhiyin said with a trembling voice: "Can...?"

"Um, so fast..." Ke Jin was still confused.

Do you have any other kind of charm that makes Wen Zhiyin willing to join your gaming team just after meeting you for the first time?

Have you ever mentioned it, is it love?

But that’s fine too.

Wen Zhiyin has a provincial first-level psychology certificate, and he was given psychological counseling at the beginning. There is no doubt about this.

She agreed readily and saved herself a lot of talking.

"Okay then, I'm going to prepare some things." Ke Jin turned around and walked to the computer desk, preparing to briefly write down the general plan for his next game, iwanna.

The purpose is to let people like Wen Zhiyin who have no experience in the game industry understand what he is talking about.

"Okay, I'll prepare too." Wen Zhiyin looked at Ke Jin's back.

This little handsome boy has a handsome appearance, a strong figure, and a very curvy buttocks.

Involuntarily, she pursed her red lips lightly, feeling her mouth go dry.

The special hobby that had been suppressed deep inside for a long time and had never been dared to be told to outsiders and never practiced was released at this moment.

Her breathing became more rapid, and she quickly reached out to her handbag and rummaged through it.

Soon, her eyes lit up.

found it!

"Okay." Ke Jin also drafted a brief draft at the same time.

As soon as she turned around, she saw that Wen Zhiyin had stood up from the chair. She took off her glasses excitedly, her high heels tapping the floor lightly. The blush on her face even spread to her neck, and she could hardly suppress the resonance sound in her nasal cavity. A low trembling sound.

And in her hand, she was holding a brand new whip, as if it had just been opened.

The two said almost in unison.

"Little brother, this is the first time I have used whiplash therapy to treat a patient. I am so excited..." "Please take a look at this game plan, Teacher Wen. If there is no problem, I would like to hire Teacher Wen as a game consultant." "

When the words fell, the two of them also saw what was in each other's hands.

They looked at each other again.

The air suddenly condensed.

For a whole minute, there was deathly silence in the room, and no one spoke.

Wen Zhiyin stood there, feeling like the world was spinning.

Game... game consultant?

This guy just wants to be a game consultant? ? ?

And myself...

Could you have made a mistake?

When Ke Jin saw the whip and combined with Wen Zhiyin's expression, he got a rough idea.

"I see." Ke Jin looked at Wen Zhiyin thoughtfully.

"I, I, I..." Finally, Wen Zhiyin, who couldn't resist looking at her, wanted to explain something intermittently, but her tongue was tied up, sweat was constantly leaking from her forehead, and blood could even ooze from her delicate face. .

"I'm sorry, that's the end of today's tutoring..." Wen Zhiyin, who had no face to see anyone, packed her bag in a hurry and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, a strong hand pressed her shoulder.

"Wait a minute."

A deep voice came from her ears, with a hint of sinisterness and treachery.

"Teacher, you don't want outsiders to know this side of you, right?"