Lose From Poor God to Richest Man

Having a dream of one night, Zhen Qiong naturally overslept. When he arrived at the company, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

However, as the boss, no one dared to say anything even if he didn't come to work, let alone, he was just an hour late.

"Good morning Mr. Zhen..."

"Good morning."

While responding to the employees, Zhen Qiong glanced at the company, especially Li Hubai, Lu Yufeng and others.

Unfortunately, he didn't see anyone arriving late or leaving early, even the fishermen.

Zhen Qiong doesn't think that in such an environment, there are still people who can work wholeheartedly.

Office computers are not only top-level configurations, but also popular games now installed.

Help employees who want to play games and save a lot of trouble.

"Is it because the one-click boss mode is installed? All the sneaky little sisters, or games, have been reduced to the background? Hmm! It must be so!"

Thinking of this, Zhen Qiong returned to his office with a smile. He decided to spend less time wandering around in the office area, so that the employees under his hands would feel more stress-free when they touched the fish.

Zhen Qiong just sat comfortably in the boss chair, and before she could find Wen Wan'er, the office door was knocked.

"Please come in."

"President Zhen, this is the budget for "Poisoned Milk War"." Li Hubai, who is still handsome and sunny, put the printed budget sheet in front of Zhen Qiong.

"Thanks. Sit." After Zhen Qiong pointed to the sofa, he picked up the budget sheet and turned directly to the last page.

Total budget: 600,000 Longhuang coins.

Seeing this budget, Zhen Qiong frowned slightly. He thought it was Li Hubai who was guilty of an old problem and wanted to save him money again.

If Li Hubai knew Zhen Qiong's thoughts, he would definitely cry out for injustice!

When he used to ask Wen Mingjun for money, he always asked for several thousand or several thousand.

In this way, Wen Mingjun often has to pull a bunch of "big principles", and in the end only give one, two thousand, or even a few hundred yuan.

Now Li Hubai dared to put a budget of 600,000 yuan in front of Zhen Qiong. He wanted to cross his hips for a while and yelled, "I'm beeping my cow!"

But as soon as Zhen Qiong frowned slightly, Li Hubai suddenly became nervous.

"Could it be that I let myself go too far and made President Zhen angry?"

"Budget..." Zhen Qiong was planning to double the budget tenfold, and a systematic warning sounded in his mind, asking him to swallow the rest of his life, and then asked: "Is that enough?"

"It turns out that the budget is too small! You deserve it! Mr. Zhen!"

After a sigh in his heart, Li Hubai seriously replied: "Mr. Zhen, "Poisoned Milk War" is only a 2D game after all. The initial development cost will not be particularly high. I picked the best one in the 2D game field. Batch resources."

"Really……"

Zhen Qiong did not give up and read the budget from beginning to end, hoping to find a place where he could operate.

Not to mention, this look made him see something.

"The art resources are not the best, right?"

The system does not allow Zhen Qiong to be extravagant, but it will not agree that someone cheats Zhen Qiong's money with shoddy goods.

So the system just scans it, and it can be seen whether there is any moisture in this budget, and at the same time, it can be seen that there is no room for improvement in the budget.

"Yes. Mr. Zhen, but it has little effect. After all, it is a 2D game, and the gap will not exceed a few pixels."

"Use the best."

"But President Zhen, it's not a good deal..."

In Li Hubai's view, if the best art resources are used, the budget will be at least a few hundred thousand more, but the effect is not obvious.

Unless there is a player who magnifies the game a hundred times, they will see blurry pixels in some places.

But how can players be so idle? And even if you are a local tyrant, you don't have this condition, so you can magnify the game a hundred times!

"Use the best."

Zhen Qiong repeated it again, and the indisputable tone made Li Hubai clearly feel a pressure.

"I see! President Zhen, this will redo the budget!" Li Hubai had a feeling that if he continued to argue, he would be able to leave behind.

With the treatment of Qiongshen, I am not afraid of not being able to recruit people. As long as the news is released, I am afraid that the threshold will be flattened by job seekers.

But having said that, the door of Qiongshen is an automatic door, and it seems that there is no threshold.

Li Hubai restarted his budget as quickly as possible, and Zhen Qiong took a look at it, huh! 1.2 million.

Fully doubled, and reached the system's budget ceiling.

Although for Zhen Qiong, spending such a small amount of money is just a drop in the bucket, but it is at least a good start.

After signing his name, Zhen Qiong handed the budget to Li Hubai and said: "The budget is OK, go to the assistant text! If things are done, let the assistant text come over."

"Okay. Mr. Zhen."

About half an hour later, Wen Wan'er came to the office and brought Zhen Qiong a cup of scented coffee.

"President Zhen, are you looking for me?"

"Yes. Sit down."

After Wen Wan'er sat down, Zhen Qiong took a sip of coffee first, "You make good coffee."

"Thank you for the compliment." Wen Wan'er smiled slightly and was generous.

"I plan to enter the entertainment industry. Please help me to pay attention to whether there are any projects such as movies and TV series recently."

Wen Wan'er immediately took out a small book and asked while memorizing: "Mr. Zhen, are there any specific requirements? For example, what kind of movies? Investment quota, etc.?"

"There is no limit to the type and the amount of investment. The more money you need, the better."

"President Zhen, I understand, you are looking for projects that can get more income. It is best to invest in full!"

"Yes."

"Okay. I'll look for it, and I'll give you a copy of it tomorrow."

"Thanks for your hard work."

After Wen Wan'er left, Zhen Qiong changed a comfortable position and leaned on the boss chair. He turned on the computer and randomly looked for a movie.

Work is impossible to work, otherwise when will the trial of the Son of God be completed?

Outside the office, Lu Yufeng and his little friends gathered in front of Lu Yufeng's computer, studying something seriously.

"Everyone, when I was anxious to save yesterday, I found a special folder in Mr. Zhen's hard drive." Lu Yufeng said solemnly.

"Ah? Could it be... Mr. Zhen's "study materials"?" A chubby raised his eyebrows, his tone full of expectation.

"No. But it's much more profound than the learning materials." Lu Yufeng said.

"Ah? Is it in the legend..." Xiaopang's face was reddened, which was excited.

"Look at it first, everyone."

"That's not good! There are still girls!" Xiaopang couldn't help but say.

"What does this have to do with men and women?"

"Okay! You are the boss, you have the final say." Xiaopang rubbed his hands and asked after his eyes fell on the monitor, "Boss, can you pass me a copy of the contents in this folder later? ?"

"To be transmitted separately, because it is too big."

"It's too big! I like it!"

"And not everything in it is something you can learn."

"Of course!" Xiaopang nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

A girl next to her, who is wearing round-frame glasses and looks gentle, looks at these two people, but she can talk so much without speaking in the same channel, she is speechless.

But this kind of thing, she can't remind, can only let them go.

After Lu Yufeng opened the folder, he pointed to the contents and said, "These should be the records of "The Curse of Dawn", but since they have not been completed yet, Mr. Zhen has not made them into the game."

Speaking of this, Lu Yufeng's face unexpectedly showed a little piety and then said: "But everything in it is a fine product. If it gets dusted like this, I will not forgive myself first."

"So I implore everyone to work hard with me to realize all the things inside!"