Number One Game Designer

On the whole, the code name "Hunting" did not cause any disturbances.

Now the headquarters of Hongyi is shrouded in a tense atmosphere, because the carnival events are getting closer and closer every day.

It's about Hongyi's most influential event since its establishment. Lu Wanqi's temper has become more and more irritable every day, and the people below will be scolded **** if they rebellious or fail to do well.

At this time, Xiao Lan or Fang Xi had to go out to be peacemakers.

"Hey, master, you will suffer in the future."

Seeing Xiaolan Fangxi with a mean smile on his face, there was only question marks all over his head:

"what's happenin?"

"Master, you know Director Lu Wanqilu, what is the state now?"

"Huh... menopause?" Fang Xi said unsurely.

With a helpless look at Fang Xi, Xiao Lan suddenly felt tired:

"Master, don't say this in front of Director Lu, otherwise no one can save you. If you say it, then you will forgive the sins of God, and you cannot live if you do it yourself."

"Director Lu is actually like a pregnant mother now!" Xiao Lanyi explained with a serious face.

"You may have handed over to Director Lu for this carnival party for various reasons, but it is clear that Director Lu doesn't want to mess up. This carnival is now like her child. The closer it is to the date, the closer it is. When the due date is due, then Director Lu will be more irritable."

Fang Xi touched his chin thoughtfully. What he said... seemed to make a little sense.

Thinking back to what Xiaolan said just now, she muttered to herself:

"You mean, Wanqi is so irritable now. If, ah, if, if she really wants to be a mother in the future, she will only be more irritable?"

Then he realized that there was no one in front of him: "Eh? Xiaolan? Where are you, Xiaolan?"

At this time, Fang Xi also noticed the palpitating smell coming from behind him and Lu Wanqi's barely emotional voice:

"You say who is a mother?"

Fang Xi took a deep breath, then turned around:

"Wife, listen to me..."

...

Lu Tao still came the next day and knocked on Fang Xi's office door.

As soon as he sat down, Lu Tao spoke loudly:

"President Fang, I heard that you were scolded by Director Lu in the corridor yesterday?"

Fang Xi lifted his eyelids and stared intently: "If something happens to fart, it's okay to get rid of it."

Lu Tao persuaded him in a second, and quickly pretended to be an innocent weasel. He even went around and kneaded Fang Xi's shoulders very dogmatically:

"President Fang, I went back and pondered for a long while yesterday, but I still don't have much clues, otherwise, would you raise your hand and draw me a storyboard?"

Fang Xi shook his head. This aspect is probably the shortcomings of all people from previous companies. People in large companies often act based on experience. They have no lack of ability but imagination. Fang Xi told them 1 (Symmetrical Competition) is What it looks like, I told them there are 2 (asymmetric competitions), and now I want them to get a 3, it seems a bit difficult, because all formal companies, or people from academic classes lack such experience, for Lu Tao Fang Xi's habit of being a grass-roots team has nothing to do for a while, he can only correct it a little bit.

"In the cabinet on the right side of the door, in the third row of the second row, the contents inside can help you." Fang Xi nodded.

Lu Tao ran over without saying a word.

Carefully opened the bookcase and followed the position Fang Xi said. Lu Tao opened a small drawer. Inside was A4 paper less than half a finger thick. Judging from the monster on the first side of the spread, this should be before Fang Xi. Hand-drawn storyboard.

Taking out the dozen hand-painted storyboards, Lu Tao sat on the return chair again, straightened his body and lay down and muttered: "Boss, you painted the storyboards so well every time. It's a shame to use them only once. I can go straight to the comics."

As long as it is related to cultural creation, the storytelling is indispensable, and many writers even make storytelling to clarify the plot in order to write novels. So Fang Xi has worked hard to practice painting after coming to this world, and now it has become an instinct to paint well.

The small stack of splitters in Lu Tao's hand does not exceed ten.

The first one is a celebratory banquet, fireworks, wine, and various unknown meats filled the table. What attracted Lu Tao’s interest was the characters in the painting. The characters were full of roughness from the perspective of their costumes. , Many people can clearly see the physical characteristics of the beast on their clothes. This should be a leather armor made of monster skin, Lu Tao judged in his heart.

Most women will be decorated with feathers and tooth necklaces. The feathers are different, but the same is that each color has different specifications, which shows that the world's ecosystem is very rich.

The second one is a vast jungle. A real giant tree stands up in the middle of the forest. Lu Tao makes a simple visual estimation based on the team that is about to enter the jungle drawn on the lens. The tree is not close to 500 meters high.

"Can this tree really exist in reality?" Lu Tao muttered to himself.

"This is not reality at all." Fang Xi glanced at Lu Tao, his eyes full of contempt. "Does imagination understand? Kids in third grade understand better than you."

With an awkward smile, Lu Tao took a quick glance at the next shots, which were the hot desert, the land that looked like the seabed, and the volcanic hinterland full of massive crystals.

After reading the map, there is a battle scene immediately after which the protagonist in the picture is holding an exaggerated huge sword, leaping into the sky, and slamming down at the head of the giant beast in front of him.

The next page is the design sketches of various weapons. Lu Tao doesn’t know much about this, but he also knows that many of these weapons are not in reality. For example, there is a weapon that looks like a giant sword, but it can still be set up. Separately can be combined into various other weapons.

Needless to say, Fang Xi, looking at these pictures, Lu Tao is already quickly sketching out the game world he imagined, but at this time he also found that behind the final draft of the weapon was drawn a castle with a completely different style from the previous one.

This castle is gorgeous and austere, shrouded in harp mist, and the dots of fluorescence add a sense of mystery, but what makes Lu Tao more curious is that the top of the city is obviously like the sun, and Fang Xi painted it as a whole. Round the black sun, and the edge has a shape like dripping wax.

The sketch is simply marked with the name: Janor Lund

The solemn and mysterious sense of this city immediately hit Lu Tao.

"BOSS, BOSS, which one is this?"

Seeing Lu Tao's excited look, Fang Xi curled her neck and looked at it, then looked at Lu Tao again like an idiot:

"It says it, Janor Lund."

"No, I mean where is this hunting?" Lu Tao hurriedly explained his question.

"I think so." Fang Xi still said in a contemptuous tone: "Everyone can see that these two shots are not the same style at all, that is to say, they are not a game."

"How about Lu Tao, go to university again? Or high school."