We promised to make a bad game, what the hell is Titanfall?

It was near noon that Chu Qingzhou returned to the Golden Wind.

I hurried back originally because I wanted to have an interview with Shen Miaomiao and see what kind of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix chick Gu Sheng recommended.

The result was unexpected.

By the time she arrived at the company, the contract had already been signed!

Chu Qingzhou held his forehead and secretly sighed at Shen Miaomiao's impulsiveness.

But now that things have come to this, she has no choice but to accept it.

So I thought about meeting these two people.

In the future, if you don't see me when you look up and look down, you have to say hello no matter what.

Thinking about it, Chu Qingzhou said hello to Shen Miaomiao and came outside Gu Sheng's office.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, he heard the sound of discussion in the room——

"I am your father."

"How about you be my father? It would be more appropriate."

"I feel bad. Who is your father?"

"You are the father?"

"I'm dad, right?"

"Otherwise, who can be the father?"

"Yes, this is good. Whoever wins is the father. I think it's good..."

Listening to the discussion in the room, Chu Qingzhou at the door was petrified!

What on earth are they discussing?!

Ethical baggage?

Why would anyone start a discussion about who is whose father?

It sounds like these three people are ranking based on seniority!

What's this?

Is there a large-scale father recognition scene?

Is there something wrong with their brains?

I remember our recruiters asked for resumes, right?

Why do these three people come in with cases?

All of a sudden!

Chu Qingzhou couldn't help but doubt his life.

He even took two steps back and looked at the door number next to Gu Sheng's office door.

Game Director's Office - Golden Wind.

Right?

This is our company, not a ward?

After a long while, Chu Qingzhou's hand that wanted to knock on the door slowly fell. Listening to the discussion in the room about such stupid questions as "who is whose father?", his eyes were full of helplessness and even a little despair.

never mind.

It’s better not to disturb these three people’s patient exchange meeting.

What if they bite someone?

A company's integrity is valuable, and its life is even more valuable.

Chu Qingzhou nodded.

I'd better stay away from these people.

Afraid of infection.

…

"...Then let's call it "Who's the Dad?"

In the office.

After a heated discussion between the three of them, the name of the new game project was finally decided, which is called "Whos Your Daddy".

It cleverly fits the gameplay and at the same time makes players who have experienced the game process laugh.

"I'll leave the main task to you, Bian'er,"

Gu Sheng said:

"You can choose the engine yourself. It doesn't have to be too expensive, or the more basic the better."

"OK,"

Lu Bian nodded and smacked his lips again:

"But why should we choose the junior one? Didn't Little Nezha say before that he is not afraid of burning money, and the more expensive the better?"

"In that case, the game quality will be too good and it will not be conducive to the picture performance,"

Gu Sheng said:

"You two also saw the plan just now. Our game focuses on an abstraction,"

"If you use an engine with too much automation and rendering, the quality of the finished game will be high, which is not conducive to the expression of abstract style."

"Ah... OK." Lu Bian understood what Gu Sheng said.

Although I don’t know why Lao Gu deliberately lowered the quality of game performance, since the boss said so, he just implemented it.

"As for Dajiang,"

Gu Sheng continued to explain:

"This work requires you to restrain your skills as much as possible, and the dumber the modeling, the better,"

“Have you ever seen those on the Internet that say ‘I studied animation for three years to make Titanic’ or ‘I studied animation for three years to make Frozen’?”

"Model me in that style."

"Ah?" This request was a bit difficult for Dajiang.

As we all know, asking a singer to deliberately go out of tune is much more difficult than teaching someone to sing out of tune.

"Brother Sheng, you asked me to make my modeling more refined. I'm good at it, but that kind of..."

Dajiang is in quite a dilemma:

"I...will try my best to be rubbish..."

"If you don't know how to do it, just ask a professional waste like you,"

Gu Sheng waved his hand:

"Ask them how their final design only got 10 points out of 100, and learn from their experience of failure."

Speaking of this, Gu Sheng thought of something again: "Oh, by the way, Dajiang, also remember not to do collision detection."

"Don't do...collision detection?"

Dajiang was a little confused:

"But if you don't create a model to correspond to the collision body and do collision detection, the game will easily break through the model."

"What I want is to wear a model,"

Gu Sheng spoke and looked at the two people:

"Mode-crossing bugs, collision conflicts, proportional imbalances, as long as you can think of non-malignant crash bugs, I want them, Understand?"

emmmmmmmmm……

Lu Bian and Dajiang pondered for a moment, then shrugged: "I'm not particularly virtuous, but I understand what you mean."

"That's fine, just do it and you're done,"

Gu Sheng waved his hand:

"Boss, I'll be responsible for that."

"I've been waiting for your words!"

Hearing this, Lubian and Dajiang rejoiced.

If someone takes the initiative to shoulder the blame, you are so scared!

Worse than that!

That’s it!

…

Two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye!

Friday night at 7pm.

Under normal circumstances, Golden Wind refuses to work overtime.

But today is the day the game is officially completed.

As a game director, Gu Sheng needs to lead his team to make a summary report on the project for President Xiao Nezha and demonstrate it.

If there are no problems, you need to arrange a time to go online.

As the presenters, Gu Sheng and Lu Xu arrived at the conference room first.

"Brother Sheng, is this really a bad game like ours?"

Looking at the pitiful "art plan" as thin as a cicada's wings in front of him, Xu Dajiang was filled with worry.

"I see hanging,"

Lu Bian, who was tinkering with the projection, chatted:

"Other people's games try to avoid bugs as much as possible, but our game is really good. If there are no bugs, we have to fix them even if we create bugs."

"You two know a hammer,"

Gu Sheng pouted:

"This is called a game feature, do you understand? It's really... a bird knows the ambition of a swan!"

"Damn it, brother, please stop ruining the idiom, okay?"

After connecting the projection, Lu Bian was shocked:

"Our game is a piece of cake at best. How do you know it looks like a swan?"

Just talking!

As soon as the door of the conference room rang, little Nezha walked in, followed by Big Secretary Chu Qingzhou.

Little Nezha seemed to be in a good mood.

After all, I had seen Gu Sheng’s planning project before, which can be regarded as the pinnacle of postmodern abstraction.

Shen Miaomiao was very curious about how bad Gu Sheng's work would be this time.

After greeting each other, Gu Sheng came to the side of the projection and looked at Xiao Nezha:

"Then Mr. Shen, I'll start from here?"

"Well, please, Director Gu." Shen Miaomiao nodded and motioned for Gu Sheng to start.

"Then I'll get right to the point,"

Gu Sheng said:

"The final name of this project is "Who's the Daddy?" The development cycle is 18 days and the investment cost is about 100,000 yuan,"

"The personnel salary is about 28,000 yuan, the engine cost is about 25,000 yuan, and the sound effects, UI, art and other materials are about 50,000 yuan,"

"The price of the game is 5 yuan. It is a role-playing puzzle game. The tentative launch time is tomorrow night at 8 o'clock..."