Number One Game Designer

Whenever Fang Xi sees the sign of the airport, he sighs that he is a hard worker...

But looking at Shao Qiulin next to him, Fang Xi also put away all his thoughts. For him, it was a relatively ordinary itinerary. For Shao Qiulin, whether to take off or not depends entirely on this itinerary, so this young man is more nervous than Fang Xi many.

This time, the destination is Linjing, where Fang Xi has been to twice. Last time, Fang Xi asked Shuiran to help him make an appointment with those seniors who were originally published in "GAME World", that is, those who lost to Donghuang in the mall. Producer, but the Hundred Flowers Award was in a hurry at that time, and some people were not in Linjing, so the time was arranged after Fang Xi returned to China.

And now Fang Xi boarded the plane to Linjing, but this time he brought a little tail.

"The people we are going to meet this afternoon are the old batch of domestic producers."

Fang Xi did not forget to teach:

"I want to reach a cooperation with them, and you will need to connect with them at that time. If you have any opinions, please come to me directly."

This is part of Fang Xi's concern. After all, although this group of people failed in the competition with Donghuang and other companies at the beginning, most of them have been executives of one side, even if the company was forced to transform later and could no longer develop games. , but they still have "GAME World", a magazine known as the number one game portal in China. Fang Xi would be surprised if this group of old people in the game industry didn't have a little temper.

But having a temper is one thing, and it's another thing to dare to vent your anger. Fang Xi felt that they should have no right to show their anger in front of Fang Xi, but it was different in front of Shao Qiulin.

In China in December, snow has already started to fall in most places in the north, so Linjing is no surprise. After getting off the plane, Fang Xi saw Shui Ran who was picking him up.

Feeling a little moved, he hurried up to hold Shuiran's hands:

"It's hard work, big sister, can you drive? I'll go to the back of the car and take a rest."

Leaving a mess in front of the car door: ? ? ?

The airport in Linjing City is about two hours' drive from the city center. One is far away. After all, planes are noisy when they take off and land, so if they are placed in the suburbs, the other is traffic jams. As the capital city of China, Linjing People themselves are used to this kind of traffic jam.

People who have never been to Linjing once asked on the Internet: How congested is Linjing?

Answer: Young and small leave home and the boss returns.

It happened that it was snowing heavily when Fang Xi came this time, so Shuiran didn't park his car in a small alley until it was dark.

Fang Xi got out of the car and clicked his tongue:

"Siheyuan, I can't see it. It seems that even if the old men can't make games, money is still indispensable."

Turning a deaf ear to Fang Xi's words, pointing to a black door: "My house."

Fang Xi was startled:

"Why did you bring me back to your house? I have a girlfriend!"

Shuiran gritted her teeth, her expression finally lost:

"One of the people you asked to meet was my uncle. Several of my uncle's friends have nowhere to stay, so they are temporarily staying at my house these days."

Fang Xi nodded to express his understanding, and then he was a little curious:

"Your family is here, it seems that your uncle is not doing it for money..."

Shuiran laughed at himself:

"Some industries are blue oceans at the beginning, with several times the rate of return. Some industries are like a dead sea at the beginning, such as the early days of games. My uncle and the others didn't make much money at that time."

As he spoke, he pushed open the door, and Fang Xi immediately smelled the strong smell of mutton, as well as the heat of the old soup, vegetables and juice.

After stepping over the threshold, Fang Xi had a clear view of the courtyard. Several people set up a table, and then built a shed to cover the snow. An old-fashioned brass shabu-shabu was placed on the table under the shed, and there was a small table next to it. There are a lot of greenhouse vegetables.

Looking at the snow scene, cooking mutton, Fang Xi sighed, not to mention the level of a few people, just the artistic conception of life alone, it has left many people eight blocks away.

Fang Xi wasn't too polite, he sat down on the vacant seat and shouted:

"Add another pair of bowls and chopsticks!"

It was only then that Fang Xi had time to look at the people present.

There are a total of six people playing with the shabu-shabu, the oldest one seems to be in his early forties, and the young one looks only in his thirties, but Fang Xi always feels that he can see the twilight on the faces of several people that is not commensurate with their age And the vicissitudes of life make a face look five points older.

Before Fang Xi came, the few people were not chatting and laughing like the usual gatherings. There was a strange quiet atmosphere among the six people, which made Fang Xi not want to speak loudly.

After thinking about it, Fang Xi introduced himself:

"Fang Xi, I asked you to talk to me earlier."

It was also at this time that several people finally reacted. The oldest-looking middle-aged man who was cutting mutton on the side table came over to wipe his hands, then stretched out in front of Fang Xi and said:

"Xiao Ran has praised you in front of me several times before. She is not easy to praise. We old guys also want to see you. Come, come, don't just talk, this young man is also here to sit, you are welcome Let's have a little together, let's talk about something while eating, eating boiled mutton in cold weather is a kind of enjoyment, by the way, I forgot to mention, I am Shuiran girl's uncle, Shuiyuan, just call me Laoshui."

Fang Xi held Shui Yuan's hand and shook it. These are a pair of hands that are already slightly rough. They can cut mutton and be busy with life, but they don't look like hands typing codes at all. For the purpose of this trip, Fang Xi couldn't help but I'm a little worried again.

On the other side, Fang Xi also helped Shao Qiulin move a stool and squeezed it beside the table, pressed him who was restless by the table and stuffed a pair of bowls and chopsticks by the way.

With a piece of thin mutton sliced ​​by Shuiyuan, Fang Xi boasted, "Good."

Hot-air mutton is also a very famous variety among hot-boiled mutton. What is hot-air? It is the fresh meat of freshly killed lambs, still steaming.

After all, hot-boiled mutton is all about freshness, and at the same time, it is best to cut the meat thinly. Shuiyuan's knife method is very good. When it is cut to translucent, Fang Xi can still see the halo when facing the light bulb. Kung fu can only be practiced.

Add some dipping sauce to eat the meat, Fang Xi felt a little uncomfortable looking at the still four seats, while Shao Qiulin couldn't stand the pressure of the silence, so he just buried his head in eating.

"Since the seniors are not in the mood to chat, I, Fang Xi, will simply cut to the chase here."

Unable to bear the atmosphere, Fang Xi planned to do it his own way and have a showdown.

"I plan to set up a new studio in Linjing. This studio will focus on developing Hongyi's latest RPG game. I hope to get the help of seniors."

When it comes to the professional ones, they finally gained some popularity. On the other side, the youngest-looking man who had been looking at his phone from the beginning said:

"RPG game? I don't question it, but you seem to have never made an RPG game before. I know you have a lot of creativity, but in this field, creativity can't win."

The words were a little rushed, making Fang Xi frown a little, it was indeed the worst he expected.

But to Fang Xi's surprise, it was Shao Qiulin beside him who couldn't bear it first:

"Why do you say that? Just because you made two old games? Now you are an old guy, and dare to say that creativity is useless."

Shao Qiulin looked at the man in his thirties with a twilight face and said word by word:

"Mr. Fang's script of "Women from Eight Directions" is the best RPG game in my opinion!"