But Ma Shisan naturally believed that this was the work of friendly competitors.
"Is this wall-breaking game here to ruin the party?"
Ma Shisan has commissioned the public relations and public opinion department to quickly find a way to reduce the popularity of other games.
However, after so many days, they haven't come up with a single plan.
Because of unsatisfactory performance, the management is planning to lay off some employees in their studio.
However, if you are fired directly, you will need to pay compensation.
The best outcome is to let employees within the target leave on their own.
How to get them to resign is what Ma Shisan needs to do.
PUA, persuasion, exclusion, and even bullying, Ma Shisan is familiar with these tricks.
But now the "Darkness" project needs manpower.
So Ma Shisan thought that he should make good use of these employees who were about to leave, and let them leave after squeezing out their value.
"Xiao Li, what about your team's updated appearance? You can raise the price a bit this time. Sales dropped almost 20% last time! If you still can't satisfy the players this time, your team should reconsider it!"
"Xiao Xu, for the storyline, let's outsource it next time. Players don't read the storyline anyway, and you know our team's budget is tight right now, so the storyline costs are a bit high. Two dollars per word... that's a bit outrageous. So, go to Tomato and find a writer. Offer 20 yuan per thousand words and ask them to do the storyline. It's easy to find!"
"Sister Yang, the project is at a critical moment right now. It's not that I don't approve leave, it's that the higher-ups don't allow it. If you leave, it will be difficult for our team to connect. After you're done with this, please ask for leave!"
…
After walking around the office, Ma Shisan opened the website as usual to check the news in the gaming circle.
After filtering out the Cangxia that filled the screen, he asked, "The other news is of no value."
"This damn game..."
If Ma Shisan was still a young man who had just entered the workplace, perhaps he would have been able to clearly and impartially determine the value of the two games.
Unfortunately, he is already middle-aged.
My understanding of games is still stuck in that era.
Now, his mind is filled with KPIs and rules of survival in the workplace.
After all, his children are already in their third year of high school.
I got home from get off work and finished my meal when the doorbell rang.
A courier brought a box.
"What the hell? I haven't bought anything this big online lately."
Ma Shisan looked at the address and saw that the recipient's name was his son Ma Zili.
"Zili, what did you buy?"
Ma Zili walked out of the dormitory with a strange expression.
Upon seeing this, Ma Shisan opened the box on the spot.
Inside, there was a gaming helmet! !
"Fellow monks, I am honored to receive your letter..."
Ma Shisan silently recited the contents of the letter at the top.
"...Sect Master—Lu Qing."
What the hell?
Ma Zili walked over, hesitant, and wanted to take back the gaming helmet.
Cangxia asked!?
Ma Shisan suddenly reacted.
Isn’t this the wall-breaking game?
Ma Shisan was stunned for a moment, then glared at his son.
"Okay, you're still thinking about these things in your senior year of high school, right? Don't you want to go to college? Still playing games, right? Are you itching to do something???"
"No, I..."
Ma Zili didn't expect that he would be selected even though he had no hope for the appointment.
But the bad thing is that the express delivery was intercepted by his strict father...
Life is full of ups and downs.
After being scolded, Ma Zili returned to his dormitory, lay on the bed, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
Ma Shisan wanted to smash the helmet that made him angry just by looking at it.
But as I watched, an idea gradually came to my mind.
Isn't this game free of smears?
Isn’t the opportunity to create negative information right in front of us?
…
At night, in a village in the city.
Carrying the battery and rider's helmet, Song Ming walked through the narrow alley and returned to his small and old rental house.
At the age of eighteen, I should be studying in school.
But due to his family's misfortune, he had to drop out of school early to make a living.
His father died young and his mother was seriously ill, so the burden of life fell on his still young shoulders.
"I made almost three hundred today, not bad."
After taking a shower, Song Ming lay on the bed, but tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
"Oh no, that coffee wasn't right."
In the evening, there was an order for two cups of coffee, one of which was actually ordered by the customer as a reward for him. Such customers are rare, and it made Song Ming very happy to meet such customers.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.
Then, the landlady called out, "Song Ming, you have a package. I signed for it. I told him to put it in the cabinet, but he wouldn't. Are you awake? I'll give it to you now."
Song Ming got up, opened the door, put on a smile and thanked her, took the box, and saw the enthusiastic landlady off.
It's finally here.
When Song Ming learned that he had successfully obtained the test qualification for "Cangxia Wendao", he was so excited that he almost jumped up.
But then, he got into a dilemma.
My mother needs money all the time when she is in the hospital.
If he sold this helmet, Song Ming wouldn't have to worry about medical expenses for a period of time.
He was quite aware of the value of the helmet.
On Xianyu, a scalper offered to buy it for 30,000 yuan.
Some transfer information, whose authenticity is unknown, has prices as high as 50,000.
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