Number One Game Designer

At this time, a polished leather shoe stopped next to the trash can not far from Zhang Shan.

Out of the corner of Zhang Shan's eye, the leather shoes were shiny and the pants were straight, and then the owner of the shoes bent down and picked up the only piece of garbage from the wastebasket: the ball of paper that Zhang Shan had just thrown away.

There are only three stalls on their side, and the other two stall owners have not yet opened their stalls, which means that there is only Zhang Shan in this corner, and the trash can is naturally very clean, and the paper ball is very eye-catching.

Out of the corner of Zhang Shan's eyes, he moved upwards, and the first thing he saw was a suit with a pair of straight trousers and a jacket lining, and then a game-style tie. But the young man with a provocative smile. He looked at Zhang Shan, then spread out the ball of paper and read out:

""Black Soil""

"Opportunity?" Zhang Shan raised his eyebrows, it was an acquaintance who came, but he didn't bother to move when he saw that it was an acquaintance. His back that had been straightened up lost his strength again, and he threw himself into the chair he brought and continued to play with his mobile phone. It didn't stop at all:

"That's right, I can still recognize Chinese characters."

"Have you not given up on this kind of thing?" The smell of gunpowder burst out of the visitor's mouth almost undisguisedly, and every word was provocative.

"I don't give up on your business, but you are very proficient in digging through other people's privacy from the garbage dump." Zhang Shan didn't even bother to raise his eyes, and continued to stare at his mobile phone screen.

"Zhang Shan, I'll tell you, it's impossible for you, a bastard who just wants to dawdle, to enter Hongyi!" The visitor stepped up in front of Zhang Shan unceremoniously, and stared at Zhang Shandao condescendingly.

Sighing, Zhang Shan curled his lips: "Oh? Even if I really dawdle like I said, at least I'm still a game designer. I've been working on my own things for the past two years. What about you? Master Zhou Zhaozhou ?”

"Relying on the relationship of relatives, he is obviously a game professional, but he turned out to be a "noble" salesman under Hong Yi's banner?"

Zhang Shan's lazy tone suddenly angered the opposite party. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, but the young man seemed to be tied by a rope on his chest. He tore the front of the tie twice with one hand and gasped: "Yes, I am How about you, a salesman? You don’t even have a serious job? You sound like a freelancer, but you’re actually a jobless vagrant? Don’t worry about whether you can afford the next month’s medical insurance every month? Don’t worry about yourself every day Will you be sick? Even look down on you when you are sick? Is this the life you pursue for your ideal life?"

Zhang Shan turned his face sideways, buried his face in the shadow of the light, fell silent for a while and said, "Zhou Zhao, when did we become like this? We were very good friends when we were in school, and we used to be together The dormitory said that he wanted to treat each other like brothers..."

"Stop!" Zhou Zhao sneered twice: "Why, you started to play the emotional card when you were in pain? Since you played the emotional card, I will help you recall it. When did you say?"

"Maybe I was very happy to tell you that I finally entered Hongyi, but you just laughed at me for not having a dream?"

"At that time, I didn't laugh at you for not having a decent job for three months, and I had to pay the rent in advance."

Zhang Shan's voice was a bit hoarse, and he was not interested in speaking at all, so he said slowly:

"You can only say that you verified what I wanted to say at the time, and I didn't laugh at you at the time, I just told you that the salesman is not what you think, and there is almost no chance of internal transfer. You really chose This road will only go further and further away from our original plan.”

"So what!" Zhou Zhao's face was bloodless, and he said every word: "Did we have a choice at that time?"

Zhang Shan shook his head uninterestedly: "So we have nothing to say, the old saying is good, different ways don't seek each other."

"Actually, I just want to ask you, are you really happy these two years?"

Zhou Zhao mocked: "Do you want to use your spiritual life to mock me? But it's a pity that you will be disappointed."

"In the past two years, Hongyi has been invincible in the market,

My current deposit is already a figure that you can't even imagine. My life has never been so easy! "

"That's good." Zhang Shan laughed out of Zhou Zhao's surprise:

"Really, that's good. In fact, I also reflected on it later. I can't use my own standards to demand everyone. After all, as a friend, as long as the life you pursue is what you want, it's fine. I was actually wrong at the time. I shouldn't have imposed my own standards on you."

Zhou Zhao was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the matter to end like this. In fact, he first heard the news that Zhang Shan was coming here from a mutual friend of the two. It is too easy for the staff in the sales department to ask about a person's booth. There is no need to keep these information confidential, so Zhou Zhao came to block Zhang Shan, and the result is that the result is different from what he expected?

After hesitating for a while, Zhou Zhao was a little surprised: "You... are you apologizing to me?"

Zhang Shan said generously: "If it can be redeemed or made up for a little bit, yes." Then his attitude became a little sincere:

"To be honest, Zhou Zhao, I envied you at the time. You have your own intuition in game creation. This was something I was so envious of that I went crazy, but in the end you abandoned it like a shoestring."

"I understand from my heart that I am not suitable for making games, so what I am doing now is more about mods. This thing does not rely too much on creativity, it relies on your experience. I can do things like analogy. It's easier."

"So what I said at the time was actually a bit of anger." It was a bit easy to say that it was easy to leave Zhang Shan. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Zhao with shining eyes:

"How jealous of your talents and inspirations I was at that time. I spent countless nights with exhausted thoughts, and countless mornings of tossing and turning. I thought, if you are, you will not be trapped by these."

This time it was Zhou Zhao who turned his face sideways, and buried half of his face in the shadow, he said slowly:

"That feeling of rushing spiritual thoughts... I haven't experienced it for a long time."

His voice was two points more bleak:

"I haven't made a game in... more than a year."

"It doesn't matter." Zhang Shan reassured: "Everyone may have to take a more difficult path, just like I have no talent and still play games based on my liking, and you, since you don't like games, then don't do it, now you Are you not satisfied with your life?"

But the more Zhang Shan said this, the more Zhou Zhao felt like a knife piercing his heart. If he had said it more clearly at the beginning, if he had worked harder at that time, if...

There are no more assumptions. "Why don't you cast Hongyi again? I can help you this time."

"What can you help me with, you little salesman." Zhang Shan smiled heartily and sincerely: "I already have a similar idea, and maybe we will become colleagues soon."