Top game producer
#234 - I'm going to hit you!
Dragon Abyss was filled with cheers.
The generous and magnanimous boss Wang directly awarded the production team employees a bonus equivalent to two years' salary, and then with a grand wave of his hand, arranged for them to go on a vacation trip to a seaside island. More than one employee fainted from excitement on the spot!
On the other hand, the atmosphere at Brainwave Games was extremely depressing. Employees didn't dare to speak loudly recently, and they walked with their heads lowered, carefully and quietly, for fear of making too much noise and being caught by their depressed superiors for a scolding to vent their emotions.
In the conference room, all the higher-ups of Brainwave Games were present. Many of them were smoking to relieve their anxiety, and the ashtray on the table was full of cigarette butts.
The entire conference room was shrouded in smoke, and there was no intention of opening the windows for ventilation.
Steven's eyes were unfocused, his face expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.
And Xite's expression was also very ugly, arms crossed, silent.
"Knock, knock."
A soft knock sounded.
Everyone couldn't help but nervously look towards the door.
Steven frowned, his thoughts gradually returning to reality, his voice hoarse: "Enter!"
The secretary came in with a document, and couldn't help but "cough, cough" and choke.
Steven looked at the secretary's blurred face behind the smoke. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he actually read a hint of pity in the secretary's eyes. Fire rose in his heart, and he said in a deep voice: "Did you bring this week's report?"
The secretary swallowed and didn't dare to look directly at Steven. He carefully put the document on the table: "Manager, the report is here."
Someone immediately couldn't wait to ask: "How is it? Are the sales figures out yet?"
The secretary looked at Steven hesitantly, not knowing whether to speak or not.
Steven knew from his expression that this week's data must not be good. He took a deep breath: "Don't leave yet. Read the report to everyone."
Everyone stared nervously at the secretary, asking questions: "Tell me, what are the first week sales? Did it exceed two million?"
"How much is the revenue?"
"What's the retention rate?"
Steven roared: "Speak one by one! Tell me the sales first."
Hero Battlefield's first-day sales were 600,000 copies. According to the original estimate, the first week's sales could reach at least 3 million copies.
But now everyone had long given up this expectation. They would be thankful if it reached two million.
The secretary's lips moved, and after a long while, he stammered: "1.2 million copies."
Steven sighed silently. He knew more than others, and this was within his expectations, but hearing it clearly still made his chest feel tight.
One of the fatter executives reacted strongly, covering his chest, rolling his eyes, and fainting directly. The conference room was in chaos.
"He's not doing well, call an ambulance!"
"It's not that serious, he probably didn't eat breakfast. Does anyone have candy? Give him a piece!"
"Quickly open the window, maybe it's too stuffy from the smoke and he can't breathe!"
"Quickly massage his chest!"
A group of people surrounded the fat executive, patting and hitting him, feeding him sugar and massaging him, before he finally recovered.
After the fat executive woke up, he still had a mournful face and burst into tears: "My stock, my dividends, my money..."
The others also showed a sympathetic look. Who among those sitting here didn't have some company stock?
They originally expected that the game Hero Battlefield could raise the company's market value, so that their year-end bonuses would be even more.
This time it seemed that the stock value would shrink greatly, and the year-end bonus was probably gone.
Someone remembered: "What about the revenue?"
League of Heroes' skins sold so expensively that the first week's revenue was said to be 200 million.
Their game's charging model was more reasonable, and the skins weren't expensive either. Shouldn't the combined income of the game and skins be not bad?
The secretary replied: "20 million gold coins."
Everyone's faces looked a little better.
Twenty million gold coins was about 150 million Hua Xia coins.
It wasn't a complete failure.
After all, Hero Battlefield had a first-mover advantage. If the subsequent operation could keep up, maybe there could still be a turnaround.
"What about the player retention rate?"
Someone asked the most critical question.
Everyone couldn't help but stare at the secretary.
The player retention rate determined whether Hero Battlefield was worth saving.
It's like a restaurant. It doesn't matter if a restaurant doesn't have many customers when it first opens. If there are frequent repeat customers, it means that the customers think the taste is good and are willing to come again, which is worth continuing to operate.
If there are not many customers and few repeat customers, it's better to close the door as soon as possible.
The secretary trembled and said: "Next-day retention, 75%; 3-day retention: 50%; 7-day retention: 24%."
The fat executive who had just woken up fainted again, covering his chest, with white foam even coming out of his mouth.
"He's really not doing well! Call an ambulance!"
"It's over, I feel uncomfortable too, send me to the hospital too!"
Steven, who had been ashen-faced, finally snapped, suddenly showing an extremely ferocious expression, pointing at Xite and cursing!
"Xite, you trash! Because of your arrogance, you ruined Hero Battlefield!"
Xite was frowning and thinking, when he was suddenly scolded by Steven. He was first stunned, and then his anger rose. He slammed the table and stood up, looking down: "Steven, you piece of shit, what does the failure of Hero Battlefield have to do with me? League of Heroes is doing well, not Hero Battlefield is doing badly, understand?"
Steven also stood up, poking Xite's face fiercely and said: "Yes! So what qualifications do you trash have to look down on Hua Guo people, dare to speak wildly on TT? If it weren't for your stupid remarks, League of Heroes wouldn't have rushed to open the server with us. If it had opened a month later, Hero Battlefield's sales would have been ten times better than now!"
Xite was angry and slapped him hard: "You piece of shit, what qualifications does someone who doesn't understand games and only knows sales have to point fingers at me!"
Steven was slapped, his face was immediately red and swollen, his eyes were in disbelief, and then he was even more angry: "You trash, you really don't know how to repent, I was the one who helped you smooth things over at the time!"
Similarly, a full-strength slap slapped Xite! With a loud "slap", Xite staggered!
Blood oozed from the corner of Xite's mouth, but he laughed, his speech a little slurred: "You want to fight, right? I go to the gym every month!"
With one punch, Steven was knocked back and crashed into two chairs! Then he jumped over and straddled Steven, raised his fist and punched him, beating him black and blue!
The others in the conference room were dumbfounded and hurried up to persuade them to stop fighting, trying to pull the two apart!
"Don't fight, don't fight!"
"You guys don't fight anymore!"
Suddenly someone suggested: "I think Steven is right, Xite, this unlucky thing, is the culprit this time! He caused our bonuses this year to be all gone, let's beat him up together?"
The conference room fell silent, and the people who were about to pull them apart stopped, looked at each other, and slowly rolled up their sleeves.
Xite noticed the strange silence and looked around at the approaching people in a daze: "Are you kidding me? This is a society ruled by law, understand?"
"We're beating you, you pit!"
"It's everyone's responsibility to eliminate pests! Serves you right for being mouthy!"
"Anyway, I won't feel better unless I beat you up! You trash, you screwed us all over!"
"Give me back my bonus!"
Steven struggled to get up from the ground, turned a blind eye to the fierce screams behind him, just slumped in his chair, repeating two words: "It's over, it's over... it's really over..."
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