Chapter 13 "Who is the father"
It was close to noon when 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 it was over, she had 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 or look down, you have to say hello no matter what.
Thinking about it, Chu Qingzhou and Shen Miaomiao said hello 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 coming from the room -
“I am your father.”
"Maybe you are my father, to be more precise."
“I feel bad, who is your father?”
“Are you the father?”
“I’m the father, right?”
“Otherwise, whoever is the father will be the father.”
“Yeah, 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 is this?
Is there a large-scale father recognition scene?
Is there something wrong with their brains?
I remember our recruiter asked for a resume, right?
Why do these three people come in with cases?
For a while!
Chu Qingzhou couldn't help but doubt his life.
Even took two steps back and looked at the door number next to Gu Sheng's office door.
Game Director’s Office—Golden Wind.
That’s right?
This is our company, not a ward?
After a long while, Chu Qingzhou's hand that was about to knock on the door slowly came down. Hearing the discussion in the room about such stupid questions as "who is whose father?", his eyes were filled with 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 this group of people.
Afraid of infection.
…
…"Then let's call it "Who's the Dad?"
In the office.
After the three people’s heated discussions, the name of the new game project was finally decided, which is called “WhosYourDaddy”.
It cleverly fits the gameplay, and at the same time, it can make players who have experienced the game process laugh.
“I’ll leave the main course 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 I choose the entry-level one? Didn’t Xiao 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 read the project 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 Gu Sheng's words.
Although I don’t know why Lao Gu deliberately lowered the quality of game performance, since the boss said so, he just implemented it.
Gu Sheng continued to explain:
“This work requires you to restrain your skills as much as possible. The dumber the modeling, the better.”
“Have you ever seen those words 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.”
“Huh?” This request was a bit difficult for Dajiang.
As we all know, it is much more difficult to ask a singer to sing out of tune deliberately than to teach someone to sing out of tune. "Brother Sheng, you asked me to make the modeling more refined. I'm good at it, but that kind of..."
Dajiang is in a dilemma:
"I...try my best to go in the direction of garbage..."
“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 points, and learn from their experience of failure.”
Speaking of this, Gu Sheng thought of something again: "Oh, by the way, Dajiang, 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 the model.”
“What I want is to wear a mold,”
As he spoke, Gu Sheng looked at the two of them:
“I want all the non-malignant crash bugs you can think of, including mold-crossing bugs, collision conflicts, and imbalanced proportions. Understand?”
ˆemmmmmmmmm…
Lu Bian and Dajiang pondered for a moment, then shrugged: "Not particularly virtuous, but I understand what you mean."
“That’s fine, just do it and you’re done,”
Gu Sheng waved his hand:
“I’ll be responsible for the boss.”
“I’m just waiting for your words!”
Hearing this, the land and rivers rejoiced.
If someone takes the initiative to shoulder the blame, what the **** are you afraid of!
Better than bad!
That's all!
…
Two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye!
Friday at 7pm.
Generally speaking, Golden Wind refuses to work overtime.
But today is the day the game is officially completed.
As the 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, it is time to arrange the online time.
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.
Lubian, who is tinkering with 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 make bugs even if there are bugs.”
“You two know a hammer,”
Gu Sheng curled his lips:
"This is called a game feature, do you understand? It's really... a bird knows the ambition of a swan!"
“Damn it, brother, can you please stop violating the idiom?”
The landside connected to the projection was shocked:
"Our game is a piece of cake at best. How do you know it looks like a swan?"
Just then, there was a sound on the door of the conference room, and Little Nezha walked in, followed by Big Secretary Chu Qingzhou.
Little Nezha seemed to be in a good mood.
After all, I have seen Gu Sheng’s 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 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 straight to the point,”
Gu Sheng said:
“This project is finally named “Who’s the Daddy?” The development cycle is 18 days and the investment cost is about 100,000 yuan,”
“The staff 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 8 o’clock tomorrow night…”
(End of this chapter)