In order to ascend, I had no choice but to play games

The next day, Fang Cheng meditated for half an hour after waking up, and then began to water the spirit grass in his apartment.

Halfway through the pouring, he made a fortune on a whim, changed into casual sportswear, walked slowly towards the city center at a walking pace, and arrived at the city center subway at 11:13 noon The McDonald's store on the first floor of the square.

After looking at the time, he ordered two original plate roasts, 10 pieces of McNuggets and a large French fries under the gracious greeting of the clerk, and then sat by the window eating French fries and a burger, silently waiting.

At 11:30, a middle-aged man in white half-sleeves walked in, ordered a cup of Coke and sat diagonally opposite Fangcheng.

Not paying attention to the person diagonally opposite, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a phone number. Fang Cheng's mobile phone on the table vibrated synchronously.

The sudden sound startled the middle-aged man, his knee hit the small table involuntarily, and the Coke placed on it bounced high, and was easily pinched by Fang Cheng in his hand just as he was about to hit the ground.

Putting Zhong Ke on the opposite side of the middle-aged man, Fang Cheng smiled and connected the phone, and then put the phone to his ear: "Hello, I am Fang Cheng. When we first met, you are the boss of Feixiang Studio, Sun Decide."

Hanging up the phone, Fang Cheng brought the plate over while the other party stared dumbfounded, and then slowly ate a plate of original flavor.

While he was eating, Sun Jue showed astonishment, he kept looking at Fang Cheng in front of him, and the confusion in his heart was about to overflow.

Why did the other party appear here?

Why did the other party know that he would call him here?

Why did he just sit diagonally across from him?

His mind has been occupied by various questions, and he can only come to one conclusion in the end.

"You followed me!" Sun Jue asked in a low voice.

"What do you think?" Fang Cheng picked up the second burger.

The ambiguous answer made Sun Jue feel like he was facing a big enemy.

According to his inference, Fang Cheng should be in his studio now, and he is still hesitating whether to keep Huang Ping or abandon him. No matter how he chooses, Sun Jue will use his rich experience to bring him into the rhythm.

Afterwards, this talented but inexperienced studio boss would be taken into the ditch by himself, and he would be able to buy "Self-cultivation through Tranquility" even if he coaxed him, and he would have to thank us afterwards.

But now, the sudden appearance of Fang Cheng directly disrupted all his plans, making him feel that the young man in front of him is mysterious and possesses extraordinary energy.

He even wondered if someone under his command was a commercial espionage and secretly sold his whereabouts.

Hell, why did an ordinary commercial acquisition turn into a suspense film?

Habitually biting the straw, instead of drinking Coke, he deformed the straw in his mouth to relieve the anxiety caused by quitting smoking.

After finally calming down, he looked at Fang Cheng and said seriously: "Letter from lawyer..."

"Don't mention the useless things, let's get to the point."

Sun Jue was choked again, and the momentum he had just accumulated disappeared instantly.

Obviously he is the producer of a big company, and the president of the company will greet him with a smile.

But in front of Fang Cheng, he felt that he was the weak side.

The mystery of the other party made him unable to figure out the details of Fangcheng, so he could only gather his strength again, and then said: "I figured out..."

"The current sales volume of "Quietness for Self-cultivation" is 3 million copies, and the current profit is about 240 million. It is speculated that the sales volume of this game can reach 10 million copies this year. If the international version is released, the income will be even higher. "

Knead the wrapping paper of the hamburger into a ball, Fang Cheng lightly threw it away, and the wrapping paper fell into the trash can ten meters away.

Slowly wiping his hands with a napkin, Fang Cheng said with a smile: "If you want to buy, how much can you pay?"

Before the other party answered, Fang Cheng thought of something again, and continued: "We still have a pass, and about 40% of the players buy it on the 15th of each month and are willing to continue to buy it. How much do you think it is?"

The disadvantages of mortals facing immortals are fully exposed at this moment.

As long as he is willing, Fang Cheng can easily hear the other party's heartbeat, judge the other party's mood from the other party's heartbeat, and the powerful computing power can even figure out what the other party wants to do next.

In front of immortals, everything about mortals is a clear card.

But usually, Fang Cheng doesn't like to read it in such detail. After all, he is playing in the world of mortals, and letting himself be confused will help him understand the fun of the game and make a good game.

It is turned on now to feel the feeling brought about by the unequal information in the war, and then I found that it is not good to let the player know too much, and the game seems to have no difficulty.

When he was in Tianxiong, Teacher Shen repeatedly emphasized that games that are too simple are not interesting, but now Fang Cheng thinks so.

Unlike Fang Cheng, who was trying to enjoy the war, Sun Jue, who was sitting opposite Fang Cheng, was on the verge of dying.

The rhythm of the negotiation that I was proud of had been completely shattered, and the young people in front of me guessed everything I wanted to say.

Sitting opposite the other party, he suspected that the other party knew the color of his underwear, leaving him with endless shame.

Forced to show a distorted smile, he looked at Fang Cheng and said, "Mr. Fang...you are not afraid..."

"Not afraid."

"I have not……"

"Doesn't that mean we plagiarized?"

"Why are you……"

"You only have so many cards, you can guess it casually. So, do you have any other cards?"

Standing up with a smile, Fang Cheng's face was pale and his body trembled slightly. Sun Jue, who dared not look at him from the beginning to the end, said: "Thank you, you let me understand how boring a crushing battle is. I look forward to seeing you in the future. attack me in any way, and I welcome you anytime.”

After finishing the last French fries, Fang Cheng patted Sun Jue on the shoulder in a friendly manner, then left with the plate in his hands.

Although Fang Cheng left here, Sun Jue never dared to move.

They only met for a short half an hour, but the oppressive feeling like the top of Mount Tai still existed, as if the other party had never left.

After sitting blankly for an hour, Sun Jue dared to stretch out his hand to drink the Coke placed in front of him.

The cola was out of gas, the ice cubes inside melted and the temperature rose, making this cup of cola extremely unpalatable.

But he still sipped Coke, as if it was the only thing he could drink before he died.

At the same time, he involuntarily began to recall Fang Cheng's words.

Every word, every word, every tone of voice is like being carved into the brain with a chisel, and I can't forget it even if I want to.

At this time, the phone rang, and the secretary's voice appeared next to his ears: "Boss, you have answered the phone. Didn't you go to negotiate with Fangcheng Studio? What's the result?"

"I want to live a few more years."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I'm getting ready to retire."

That night, the news of the game butcher Sun Jue's retirement caused a small disturbance in the game circle.

Some people were elated, while others were confused, but Fang Cheng, who knew the truth, had only one thought.

The crushing battle is really not fun.

As with losers, so with winners.

Therefore, it is difficult!