Chapter 311 Return!
Zhao Qiliang's voice was not loud, but it sounded like water dripping into a frying pan.
Everyone was shocked, and the impulse that had originally risen in their hearts was like someone pouring a basin of cold water on their heads.
yes.
Will it become popular?
This genre, this depth, this complexity... in the final analysis, it's a gamble!
For so many years, no one has ever made a high-intensity RTS masterpiece in the domestic market.
In particular, it combines multiple systems and multiple camps, and requires complex gameplay involving tactical micro-manipulation and resource confrontation.
This is no longer a challenge to market acceptance.
But Lu Ming just turned around and looked at him, his voice was light but extremely firm.
“It’s going to be a hit.”
"You all think this game is unlikely to become popular, but have you ever thought about one thing?"
He slowly stood up and walked to the big screen:
"How serious is the entire gaming industry right now?"
“How many games are launched every year? How many of them can retain players for a few days?”
"Rely on collaboration? Rely on pay-to-win? Rely on IP transplantation? Rely on secondary creation? Let me tell you, these are no longer barriers."
“The real opportunity to break through the circle is never a rush to gain popularity.”
“It’s not that no one likes RTS, it’s that no one dares to do it.”
"It never disappeared, it was just abandoned."
"Even the previous RTS competitive events have lost their popularity!"
He paused, glanced at the suspicious faces, and suddenly smiled:
"You think no one plays RTS."
“But I have to tell you: RTS has always been anticipated!”
“So, we have to make our own RTS game!”
"Think about it, which RTS game became popular by following the trend?"
"In other games, players play with numbers and recharge."
"But RTS is about self-realization."
“It’s the closest to real war and the ultimate experience of being a battlefield commander.”
"It satisfies the player's deepest desire for control, and victory or defeat depends entirely on judgment and control."
"Can you imagine that kind of pleasure? From a losing battle, you manage your troops on the spot to turn the tide, steal the base against the tide, and finish the game in one wave."
"That's not numerical crushing, that's the limit of tactics."
"That's amazingly cool."
“Only RTS games can give you the thrill of strategizing and dominating the world!”
Lu Ming paused and added:
"And what we want to do...is to bring this coolness back to the mainstream market."
“Let everyone remember that RTS games are not dead.”
The conference room fell silent again.
Zhao Chongshan sat in the corner with a complicated expression.
But in the end, he suddenly grinned, stood up, and clapped slowly.
“…I believe you.”
"Just because you still have this energy, I believe you."
"Lao Lu, you're the one leading the project, so I'll do as you say!"
Then, a developer of "氪命修仙" also stood up:
"I agree! I just want a big map!"
"Me too! Strategy games are my favorite, but unfortunately I've never found the right one!"
"My dad seems to really like playing this kind of game!"
"I used to love watching this kind of game!"
The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly changed.
I was doubting, confused, and shaking my head just now, but now I suddenly feel an inexplicable excitement.
These people are not here to just idle away their time.
The people in Beishan were ruthless people who were forced out by the layoff crisis.
The people of Jingyue are veterans who worked their way up from the "氪命修仙" (Krypton Life Cultivation)
They just haven't touched a "real passion project" for too long.
And now, Lu Ming gave them this opportunity!
A game that requires moving resource lines, controlling troop deployment, realistic weather influences, simulating food and grass supplies, and even an internal policy system?
Who doesn’t want to do it!
Who doesn’t want to roll!
Who doesn't want to be praised by players once, saying:
"How can this game be so complicated! I'd call it the ceiling of domestic RTS!"
Lu Ming glanced at the scene and nodded with satisfaction.
He knew that this wave had already succeeded.
"good."
Lu Ming stood up and glanced at the entire audience.
"Then don't let me down."
"From now on"
"The entire project has been launched, including data processing, engine pre-research, core mechanism team building, model debugging... everything is in motion."
"Since everyone has decided to play for real, I won't hide it anymore."
"I plan to invest 500 million yuan in this project."
As soon as these words were spoken, the conference room fell silent.
Many people at the scene even paused for breath.
Five hundred million?
This number is not a small amount for any gaming company, let alone their current situation.
Not to mention that Beiming was just established, even Jingyue had just invested part of its funds in Beishan.
Can Whale Leap still withstand it?
An RTS game.
A type of project that is not favored by the market, not recognized by large companies, and not optimistic about capital.
A gamble that might not pay off.
Mr. Lu... is really courageous?
"Old Lu, are you serious?"
Zhao Chongshan was a little worried, but Lu Ming looked calm.
He had already thought about it. Whale Leap would contribute 200 million, and he would contribute 300 million.
Clear division of labor,
Lu Ming sat in the main seat, leaning back, but his eyes were motionless, as if he was staring at a deadlock in the middle of a chess game.
"Seriously."
"I know how much this game will cost to develop."
"I also understand the scale and lifespan of this type of user."
"You think I'm gambling too much."
"But have you ever thought that I'm actually the most stable one?"
"I don't rely on market trends, advertising, or traffic influencers."
"I rely on players."
"They are the ones who want to truly command the battlefield, control the troops, and experience tactics."
"They are the ones who have supported the glorious past of RTS and will also usher in the future of this game."
He spoke each word with a strong tone.
“This is not a gamble.”
“It’s a return.”
He paused, his eyes shining:
"Back then, the golden age of RTS was short-lived."
“Gamers back then were really at war.”
"They memorize the starting construction sequence, calculate the difference between mining points, practice their skills like practicing military skills, and play a PVP game like taking the college entrance exam."
“But then, mobile games came along.”
"The fast pace is coming."
"Automatic AFK, pay-to-win raids, and rewards appearing within three minutes of logging in... these things are gradually taking away the core feeling of playing games."
“It makes people get used to being served by games.”
“What we are going to do this time is to return.”
"If you want to win, you have to really use your brain, hands, and operation."
"so!"
“This time, we’re not making a game.”
“We’re building a bridge.”
“It’s a bridge from the past to the future.”
At this point, Lu Ming took a deep breath.
I sent a PPT from my phone to my computer.
This is his entire conception of the game framework.
Lu Ming walked to the big screen.
"Come."
"Since you all want to know, I'll tell you."
Soon, the projection interface unfolded.
At this moment, everyone present subconsciously sat up straight.
soon,
A grand and distorted world map slowly appeared before everyone's eyes.
This is a space-time continent forcibly spliced together by four civilization styles!
A ruined pass, a reversed river, a floating capital, a grassland of eternal daylight, an inverted palace...
Each faction has a unique color scheme and style, and the art sketches are not complete.
But the atmosphere where absurdity and order coexist is already overwhelming.
…
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