Let you make games, you directly shoot blockbusters?

Chapter 17 Programmer Competition

In fact, Chen Lin has better options for two-player games, such as breaking up the kitchen.

But considering the tight production time and the memory limit of 1G, this "Super Rabbitman" is undoubtedly the most suitable.

Lao Song, who got the plan, also called everyone over the next morning for a meeting in the newly renovated conference room.

"I called everyone here today because I want to announce something about participating in the Huanhai Exhibition."

On the seat, Lao Song held his forehead with one hand, and read out the content of the meeting full of entanglements.

He really didn't know how to comment on this wonderful design.

That's right.

It is wonderful!

If he didn't believe that Chen Lin wouldn't joke about this kind of thing, he wouldn't even be ashamed to come up with this plan.

What a shame!

In contrast.

The employees who heard his words were much more excited.

"Participate in the Huanhai Exhibition?"

"Does it mean to make a new game?"

"Great! It's finally time to start!"

"Boss Song, show us quickly! What kind of game is it?"

"Then there is no need to ask? This is a work designed by the dignified salted fish master himself."

"It's not salted fish, it's Xianyu!"

Everyone said something to each other, and they all looked at Lao Song and the design plan in his hands expectantly.

They still believe in Chen Lin, who has made two hit games "Braveheart" and "Slaying the Spire" in succession.

At least it's guaranteed.

This third game shouldn't be too weak.

It immediately aroused their strong curiosity, eager to know what game masterpiece Chen Lin designed.

Looking at their expectant expressions, Lao Song looked strange.

After coughing twice to ease the embarrassment, he turned on the computer and projected the design plan on the screen.

Then, as if resigning to fate, he spread his hands and leaned on the chair.

"See for yourself."

Everyone looked happy and looked at the screen excitedly.

However, in the next second, they collectively petrified in place, looking at Lao Song with eyes of caring for the mentally retarded.

"What a special game!"

The bald old Li really couldn't think of a more suitable adjective, and finally managed to get a few words out of his mouth.

The others were also stunned, thinking that they hadn't woken up.

What I saw on the screen was a cartoon-style blue sky and white clouds, and endless green grass.

Blocks protrude from the grass, with spiked trees and various traps.

Two bunny figures, who looked like they were made after learning animation for three years, held hands and jumped high, fighting for the carrot above.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

The painting style is so simple that it is almost invisible.

what is this?
Cartoon parenting show?
All eyes were on Lao Song.

Old Song shrugged: "As you can see, your boss, the well-known designer Xianyu, wants us to make this game, and we plan to display it publicly at the Huanhai Exhibition in a month's time."

"What! Do you want to show it publicly? Just kill me!"

"If I make this game, I will be laughed to death by my peers!"

"NO!!!"

After getting a definite answer, the meeting room suddenly wailed, and all of them turned into bitter faces.

Only the two girls from administration and human resources covered their mouths and laughed, rejoicing that they escaped unharmed.

"Oh, right."

Unexpectedly, at this time, Lao Song suddenly looked at them: "Mr. Chen said that the studio has not yet recruited a marketing manager. On the day of the game exhibition, you also acted as a facade and advertised the studio by the way."

"No-"

The faces of the two girls turned pale.

I didn't expect the retribution to come so quickly.

Looking at each other, they hugged each other and cried.

"Sister woo woo, sister is going to take a step ahead this time, woo woo."

"Sister, my life is so miserable~ There is no way for this earth to stay"

"It's my sister's fault. Let my sister show your face outside. I think we should obey."

Cries spread throughout the conference room and outside.

Those who didn't know thought they were doing some illegal business.

Lao Song was speechless: "Okay, okay, how about you two playing Dream of Red Mansions? If you don't want to go, don't go, at worst, 200 yuan per day high temperature subsidy will be given to others."

"Wait! Boss, what did you just say?"

A group of elders who were watching a play suddenly regained their spirits.

They seem to have heard something terrible just now.

"If you don't want to go, you don't have to. Is there any problem?" Lao Song emphasized again with a straight face.

"No, it's not this sentence, and the next sentence." Lao Li said with shortness of breath.

"The last sentence? At worst, 200 yuan per day high temperature subsidy will be given to others."

"I go!"

"I'm going!!"

Before he finished speaking, the two girls shouted in unison.

The two guys who were crying pitifully just now raised their hands high, their little faces blushing with excitement.

Men: ? ? ?

No.

Didn't you two just say you were going to move off Earth?
This face changed a little too quickly.

With so many people staring at them, Xiaoli and Xiaowei suddenly became shy.

"Make money, don't be foolish."

"I went there to research the market."

Facing the cheeky behavior of the two, Lao Song shook his head helplessly.

But he knew that although the two girls usually love to play tricks, their minds are very clean, and they both came from poor backgrounds.

Willing to show their faces and go outside to enjoy the wind and sun, nothing more than wanting to earn more money to send home.

After thinking for a while, he said, "In this case, let the two of you take turns to be in charge of the game display, and the male compatriots will also pick two people to go over to be on duty together."

"I, me, me! The boss chose me!"

"I have great strength and many tricks, choose me, choose me!"

"Let's choose a duck here, there are many tricks, the most important thing to show the game is the image!"

"Indeed, in terms of beauty, no one here can compare to me, right?"

"Fart! You don't even look at how many hairs are on your forehead!"

"You old bald man has no right to speak of me!"

The subsidy of 200 yuan per day is very generous for migrant workers like them.

It has even surpassed their dislike of this new game, and they all became red-faced.

finally.

Still had to let Lao Song come forward.

The two youngest boys were chosen to ensure the image of their studio.

"Don't be discouraged if you are not selected. When the game is made and officially launched, you will also get a bonus, which is only a lot more than this."

Lao Song sat in the first place and comforted him.

"Can this game really make money?"

Looking at the design plan in front of them, their entire faces collapsed, and they really didn't dare to have too much hope.

But since the boss himself spoke.

Then they dare not refuse.

After simply assigning the work, I left the meeting room in a hurry and started making games.

After all, the exhibition is only half a month away.

They still had to put the finishing touches on Slay the Spire and could only spare a few people to work on the game.

It may be a bit difficult to complete so many levels before the deadline.

Lao Li, who was in charge of this project, frowned and chatted with his companions about the production direction for a while before sitting back in his seat.

Turn on the long-lost computer, and the familiar interface gradually comes into view.

"Huh? What is this?"

Suddenly, he noticed something and looked towards the corner.

On the originally empty desktop, there was an extra software called "Primeval Game Engine", which was installed at some time.

"Damn it! Prehistoric game engine?"

"Our studio actually has its own production engine!?"

Other programmers also noticed the changes in the computer and exclaimed for a while.

(End of this chapter)