Otherworldly Architect

Finish a cup of coffee.

Ming Yan also learned a little about Varian.

Those two sneering former colleagues were actually newcomers brought by Varian.

The supervisor's instruction at the time was to train newcomers, and Varian's character also made him not very good at communication, so he did share some of the burden between the two.

"It's all within the scope of responsibility, and the eight hours of work a day can definitely be completed." Varian smiled bitterly. "They all have talents. I thought I could train them to be the main force in the team, but then..."

"They became the supervisor's cronies instead?" Ming Yan said.

Varian was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, they've left the management post."

Liangzi has also been forged since then.

Ming Yan sighed, a simple technical talent like Varian is easy to be calculated in a complex human environment.

The atmosphere was a little dull, and Varian held the empty coffee cup in his hand and bowed his head silently.

"What are you going to do with those two Q-version portraits?" Ming Yan asked, "Let them infringe?"

"I'll sue them and discredit them! Now I have the recording in hand!" Varian raised his head.

Ming Yan shook his head, he understood the routine of this kind of company.

Ming Yan said: "They won't come to this point, at most they will settle out of court. If they use your copyright first, and then settle with you with a vested interest, what should you do?"

Varian hurriedly said, "I won't say yes!"

Ming Yan said: "300,000, is it enough to buy these two characters?"

Vary was quiet.

If all the characters have been used, then in order to stop the loss, it is estimated that he will have to accept compensation and then reconcile.

After all, he can't just fight for one breath, he still has a wife and children to support.

"For them, if the game can make money, the 300,000 up-tickets are not a loss at all, and they can take the opportunity to hype it up and wash away the infringement rumors to gain reputation; if the game doesn't make money, just sue you, anyway, there is no such thing. Players can be influenced, no one will care about an unpopular infringement case of an unpopular game." Ming Yan said, "To put it bluntly, the risk is all yours, and they have a winning strategy."

Varian was speechless for a moment.

Ming Yan added: "Of course there are solutions. The copyright is in your hands from beginning to end, you only need to be the first to authorize another game and get all the fame and benefits that can be earned. In this way, they are passive, because This infringement case has nothing to do with them, it can only arouse the resentment of the player community - the more popular your game is, the bigger the trouble, the worse their reputation will be."

Varian scratched his head frantically in pain, and it was hard for him to figure out the experience.

But he probably understood the meaning of Ming Yan and said, "If I license it to you... can you guarantee to make a game that is popular all over the world before them?"

Ming Yan said: "I can't make a 100% guarantee, but as you promised, Bluestar Studio will go all out for every game."

Varian struggled for a long time, still not making up his mind.

All options are within one thought.

Mingyan moved in his heart and said, "What kind of game was your former company doing?"

This is not a secret, even every candidate and headhunter of them knows about it.

Varian said: "It's a real-time competitive game where teams play against each other. There are two modes: 3v3 and 5v5. Everyone can choose a different profession."

It is quite satisfactory, 80% of the team competition games of Chaoyang League are like this.

The two groups of people chose their own occupations, stood on both sides in the arena, and started to fight with a single order.

More like a gang fight simulator.

Ming Yan asked again: "What about the art style? If they used your creativity, do you know what kind of character your wife's image might be processed into?"

Varian was stunned for a moment.

He thought for a while, his face suddenly turned red, and the blue veins on his hands burst out, and said, "They dare! I don't allow them to use the image of my wife to make vulgar female characters!"

With a thud, Varian shook the table with both hands.

Ming Yan was taken aback.

I saw Varian's face grim, like a Saiyan who suddenly awakened, roaring: "Touch my wife?! Never allow it! Never forgive! I want to join the studio, I will crush them-!! "

Everyone in the cafe was terrified.

Clearly: "..."

...Scary, Uncle Varian turned out to be the ultimate wife control.

Rampage.

King Wa is indeed a violent, pure-blooded.

Varian finally calmed down, and the latter's eyes were no longer the same.

Like a vicious dog, he was robbed of his flesh and bones.

"They can touch me, but they can't touch my wife's image." Varian said, "I will join Bluestar Studio, and I will sign a sales contract."

Ming Yan: "Huh?"

"The contract of sale in the art world is that while working for you, all my output text, images, music, etc., are owned by Bluestar Studio." Varian said, "However, this is a gambling agreement. ."

Final drafted contract:

Varian served as the art team leader at Bluestar Studios for two years.

If Bluestar Studio can reach a total turnover of 100 million yuan through the development of new games within two years, it only needs to pay Varian's basic salary;

But if not, Bluestar Studio will pay Varian the market price of each creation, no salary, but an additional compensation that is six times Varian's previous monthly salary.

Ming Yan was the first time he had seen such a powerful agreement.

He consulted a lawyer online, and it turned out to be completely reasonable and legal, and even Varian's asking price was below average.

The interstellar age is different.

After Mingyan signed his name, he showed a kind smile and stretched out his hand: "Welcome to Bluestar Studio, Your Excellency Varian Wrynn, I am Mingyan."

Varian shook his hand, and his face changed suddenly.

Clearly: "?"

Varian said embarrassedly: "That, our game... what is it called?"

Mingyan laughed and said: "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced it to you yet. The new game is a 5v5 team strategy competition. The background is the eternal arena between the alliance and the tribe, so it's better to call it..."League of Legends". ."

...

With Varian joining in, Ming Yan finally let go of a huge rock in his heart.

His art level is really not good, and he can bite the bullet and finish "Minecraft" mainly because it is all pixel style. After all, whoever draws a 16x16 pixel square will not be ugly.

When it comes to "The Story of Hachiko", it is even simpler. He uses all common materials that are publicly available for free or purchased by himself... Only the music is a musical score of the chorus written by himself, which is casually handed over to the AI ​​for expansion.

All in all, it's pretty rudimentary.

After all, there is a specialization in the surgery industry, and it is impossible to do all the work alone.

The new Varian still needs a little time to get acquainted with the Star-Moon engine.

The technical and art classmates of the temporary workers have already gone to help, and Ming Yan's customized high-end machine has also been delivered to Varian's place.

According to the agreement, Varian will be officially hired next Monday.

In addition, although work can be done remotely from home, it is time for Bluestar Studio to have its own venue.

In the following days, Mingyan ran back and forth several venues, and finally delineated the location of an office building.

Geographically, it is very convenient to the school district and bus station; the price is also more appropriate.

The boss was just about to immigrate to the second star province, and Ming Yan bought the eighth and ninth floors from him at a price of about three million, with a total of more than 2,000 square meters.

In the era of Interstellar, land is already very cheap, except for the big business districts where every inch of land is expensive.

Ming Yan entrusted the corresponding company to do the interior decoration, and moved in a few machines by the way.

In the past few days, Ming Yan was very tired from running, and he had to take time to perfect the planning book of "League of Legends". At night, he almost fell asleep.

When he noticed that the savings on hand were about the same, it was already the beginning of the next month.

The classical Chinese New Year is coming soon, but "Minecraft" is still in full swing. The person in charge of IPP has repeatedly instructed to launch corresponding festival activities——

"Even if you just post more pictures, let the fans know that you are still alive!"

"Your "Minecraft" is about to break through the star province, you know?!"

"Is the top 20 free list so easy to get into? You've been on sale for two months, and you haven't received any substantial updates. How embarrassing to squeeze out the platinum bigwigs in front of you?"

Three tortures that directly hit the soul.

Ming Yan said with tears: "I know, do it right away..."

Ming Yan stuck out his tongue tiredly, and tied his forehead to the back of the chair with a scarf, so that at least when programming, he wouldn't slide down the chair to the ground, or smash his head on the keyboard in a drowsiness.

After staying up late for two consecutive days, I finally made an overview of the festival activities of "Minecraft".

If it weren't for the income lying in the background, who would stay up late and work overtime to write code during the Chinese New Year? !

In order to be worthy of the income of more than 500 million that was later credited to the studio's account, Ming Yan updated a set of New Year skins, made a firework toy, and finally added a food recipe called spring rolls...

Three souls and seven souls are about to spit out of their mouths!

Submitted the update to a part-time game tester, started bug detection, and then had a good night's sleep.

When he woke up at noon the next day, the world had once again undergone some changes that he was unaware of.

SMS, explosion.

Mailbox letters, explosion.

"……whatever."

Mingyan, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, walked slowly to the bathroom to brush his teeth like a sloth, and he could almost hear every bone on his body rattling.

While brushing his teeth, he opened one of the voicemails by the way.

"Hello, is this Blue Star Studio?" The other end said with a crackling voice, "Are you interested in making a deal with us for the copyright of the soundtrack of "The Story of Hachiko", we are—"

"Grumbling, bah!"

After Ming Yan finished rinsing his mouth, he reached out his hand to cut off the message, and said, "Housekeeper, search for news about 'Hachiko's story soundtrack'."

The smart housekeeper on the phone said: "Master, I have found a total of 1089 real-time content."

Dead fish eyes: Why do all the big things happen at night on this planet? In the local game industry, apart from me, are all the cats who are night owls? ?