Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 136: Never Had Such a Wonderful Upgrade!

[④ New chanism: Project Derivative Additional Investnt chanism]

After a single main project is settled and profitable, it is considered a successful basic project investnt. The host can continue to invest additionally to develop derivative projects.

The additional derivative projects are sub-projects, with independent investnt amounts and automatically generated rebate calculation tis. However, the base rebate multiplier inherits that of the main project and also enjoys the [Rebate Ti Extension chanism] function.

——Investnt Return System Official Version v1.0

Wo... de... fa...

Making a fortune!!!

After carefully reading the detailed description of this unlocked function,

Shen Miaomiao’s mind could only form one word!

Crazy!!!

Absolutely crazy!!!

Sub-project derivative additional investnt!

From this mont on, the era of one-shot deals where a single project’s investnt profit is imdiately settled is over!

The ergence of sub-projects undoubtedly adds another path for losing money!

And this path is even more violent, even crazier than before!

She thought the "sub-project rebate base multiplier" would—inherit the main project!!!

That is to say!

If she now adds investnt to the Titanfall project and opens a derivative sub-project,

Then!

The sub-project’s base rebate multiplier is 11 tis!

“Hey—hey hey hey—”

Shen Miaomiao’s eyeballs lit up like little light bulbs!

She tidied her ssy hair, pressed her palms down to calm herself, and tried hard to steady her emotions:

“Hold on... hold on... hold on... bro...”

Then she took a deep breath!

“I don’t know if I understand this correctly, system,”

Since she was alone in the rented room, she dared to chat freely with the system:

“You said the base rebate multiplier of the sub-project inherits the main project’s, right?”

The system responded quickly: [Yes, host.]

“Good! Then great!”

Shen Miaomiao shook her head!

“May I ask!

If when creating the main project’s order later, I directly pull the multiplier to the 100x limit and completely abandon the idea of main project loss!

Then when the main project achieves profit, will the sub-project I create have a starting rebate multiplier of 100 tis?

And at that ti!

Enjoying the [Rebate Ti Extension chanism] again, if I pull the multiplier to the limit once more!

Doesn’t that an my sub-project—

Will have a 200x rebate multiplier?”

Shen Miaomiao was cunning!

After understanding this additional investnt chanism, she imdiately calculated the theoretical maximum rebate multiplier of the system!

Such a rapid response even caused the system to fall silent for a mont:

[Although your behavior may be suspected of exploiting the chanism, theoretically, yes.]

“Ohhhh—shit!!!”

At this mont!

Shen Miaomiao felt dizzy with excitent!

She raised both arms and shouted!

Never had such a wonderful upgrade!!!

Cheer for , give all the applause, okay?

Such a wonderful upgrade!

This is the closest I’ve been to a guaranteed profit since getting the system!

Oh my god... I must cherish this function!

I must cherish it well!

While she was still copying the manual,

The system’s voice rang out again:

[But please note, if you settle the main project early, the additional multiplier will be reduced accordingly.]

Shen Miaomiao understood what the system ant.

For example, if the main project A has a base settlent ti of 10 days and a base settlent multiplier of 10 tis.

According to her idea, the main project’s settlent ti would be pulled to 100 days, with a multiplier of 100 tis.

But!

If main project A becos profitable on day 20 and she settles the order then, the multiplier will be fixed at 20 tis instead of inheriting 100 tis.

“Well said!”

Seeming to have anticipated this limit, Shen Miaomiao laughed heartily!

“Then what if! I an what if!

I don’t settle the order and just drag it on?”

“How will you handle that, sir?”

Shen Miaomiao found herself getting better at exploiting bugs.

From knowing nothing about gas before, now she was casually bugging out—she really had grown a lot.

The system was silent.

Silent for five seconds.

[Then this system... will calculate the multiplier based on the settlent point...]

Then the system went quiet, seemingly speechless.

Even though the system’s voice was emotionless,

At this mont!

Shen Miaomiao truly felt the system’s helplessness!

She even heard four big words in that synthesized electronic tone—

“You’re impressive.”

“Woohoo—!!!”

Shen Miaomiao cheered loudly!

No wonder this function is hidden!

Too strong!

From any angle, it’s just too strong!

According to the system’s original use, this function allows the host to boldly expand the market without worrying about derivative projects affecting the main project’s profitability due to poor reputation!

But according to Shen Miaomiao’s sneaky use, this function is double insurance!

If the main project doesn’t lose money, there’s still the sub-projects, endless generations of them!

Shen Miaomiao felt even more dizzy.

She raised the air conditioner temperature by two degrees so it wouldn’t blow directly on her.

But even so!

She used the last bit of brain cells to analyze how to use this system function!

First way!

Use sub-projects as insurance for the main project, still follow the set path, aim for main project loss, and if the main project profits, cover it with derivative sub-projects!

This is the common way!

Second way!

Let the main project’s profit or loss be indifferent (probably won’t lose much if she doesn’t interfere), and focus on making the derivative sub-projects lose money as the key goal, shifting focus to achieve losses there!

This is the smart way!

As for the third way!

That is to change mindset, stabilize the main project, ensure 100% profit!

Yes!

Profit!

Though this word sounds strange coming from Shen Miaomiao, from the next main project onward, she must change her thinking!

Because only if the main project profits can derivative sub-projects be opened.

And the sub-project rebate multiplier will perfectly inherit the main project.

So as long as she pulls up the main project’s multiplier and perfectly achieves profit within the ti limit,

Then!

She will get a sub-project with a base rebate multiplier ranging from 10 to 100 tis.

Then!

She can further adjust that multiplier to ensure the rebate safely lands!

Perfect!

Shen Miaomiao felt like she was about to float away!

However!

Before the next main project opens, she still wanted to use the Titanfall derivative sub-project for so research.

Although Titanfall’s rebate is only 11 tis now, every bit counts, no matter how small.

Besides, APEX as a derivative project of TTF has long been planned by Old Gu, so if she proposed a new separate project now, he might not agree.

So...

She could only make you suffer a bit, Pai Pai (APEX’s nickna).

Thinking this, Shen Miaomiao stood up, swayed a bit, walked barefoot to the husky "Gu Sheng," picked Old Gu up from the floor, and patted him:

“Ah—who threw our big baby on the ground? How careless!”

“Old Gu, old Gu... from now on, our company’s main project profit depends entirely on you...”

“We’ll increase investnt, promote hard, give it all we got...”

“So, you and I both give a little, I support your main project, and you let my sub-project lose as much as possible, our swords combine, then...”

“Hehe... heh...”

While speaking, Shen Miaomiao hugged the husky pillow and lay down on the bed.

A wave of sleepiness hit her dizzy mind, and soon she fell into a deep sleep.

...

Until past three in the morning.

Shen Miaomiao was woken by shivering.

A chill swept over her, making her tremble uncontrollably.

Although it was June, even with windows and air conditioning closed, she still felt cold chills crawling through her limbs.

And this cold was especially biting compared to the scorching hot breath she exhaled.

“Mm—ouch—”

Shen Miaomiao felt awful and tried to get up to find another blanket.

But the soreness in her joints made her moan softly.

She touched her forehead.

It seed a little hot.

But not very obvious.

Sigh.

She was dood.

Shen Miaomiao sighed lowly.

Happiness turns to sorrow; she was probably running a fever.

Makes sense.

She had just finished bathing, ran out crazily without finishing drying her hair, wearing a bathrobe pretending to be Ke Yun.

Then with mixed feelings, she practiced boxing, jumped around wildly.

No wonder she got sick.

Thinking this, Shen Miaomiao pouted:

All Gu Sheng’s fault!

If not for him, Titanfall wouldn’t be so successful, and she wouldn’t have been provoked into such antics.

If not for him, when Xunteng ca to recruit, she wouldn’t have gone bankrupt shaking the mountain and scaring the tiger, ending up stuck in this rundown old place with no security or 24-hour concierge.

Sick people are always spoiled.

The more Shen Miaomiao thought about it, the more justified she felt.

So she forced her eyes open, launched the chat app, and sent Gu Sheng a ssage—

[Old Gu, I’m feeling a bit unwell, probably have a fever, bring so ibuprofen tomorrow [location]]

She didn’t contact Chu Qingzhou.

One, because she wanted to mischievously make Old Gu run an errand.

Two, because Sister Chu lives too far from her current neighborhood, delivering dicine would require crossing half of Binjiang.

Old Gu’s "Binjiang Yaju" was relatively closer, and he could conveniently bring dicine on his way to work.

Putting down the phone, Shen Miaomiao wrapped herself tighter in the little blanket, wanting to drift back to sleep.

However,

Waking up this ti made her toss and turn, unable to fall asleep.

Her head throbbed as if soone was beating a big drum inside, her breathing increasingly hot, burning her mouth dry.

She turned and turned for who knows how long!

Buzz buzz—

Suddenly, the phone rang.

“Mm... mm... hello...?”

Shen Miaomiao groggily reached for the phone and answered.

The familiar voice ca through: “You’re experiencing life? How did you end up living in such a place? Give the address.”

It was Gu Sheng.

Hearing Old Gu’s voice, Shen Miaomiao was a little dazed:

“Is it... is it already morning?”

“Morning my ass,”

Gu Sheng’s voice ca from the other end:

“What’s the address?”

“Oh... uh... door one... third floor, left side unit...”

Shen Miaomiao humd:

“The key is under the doormat...”

Damn.

Following Little Nezha’s instructions, Gu Sheng lifted the doormat at the security door and indeed found a key underneath.

Damn it...

Gu Sheng frowned, unlocked the door with a click, and stepped inside.

He imdiately scolded in a low voice:

“Shen Miaomiao, what the hell were you thinking?”

“This neighborhood has no surveillance, no security, the outside is full of rental ads, and you dare leave the main door key under the doormat?”

“Are you afraid no one can get in?”

“Sending a ssage at three in the morning saying you ‘have a bit’ of a fever!”

“‘A bit’ of a fever can wake you up in the dead of night?”

“Don’t you have any basic life knowledge? No thermoter at ho?”

“Not smart to begin with, are you trying to burn yourself dumb?”

“You text at three; I saw it, what if I hadn’t?”

“120 is just three numbers, can’t rember?”

As he spoke, Gu Sheng walked through the cramped living room, knocked on the bedroom door, then pushed it open.

At that mont!

Shen Miaomiao was curled up tightly on the small bed, covering herself haphazardly with a sheet, a blanket, even a bathrobe.

Little Nezha’s face was flushed red, hugging the husky pillow, almost curling into a dumpling.

She weakly opened her eyes to look at Gu Sheng, pouted pitifully, and whispered:

“You... you said before... calling you once was enough...”

“... don’t scold anymore, I feel awful...”

Hearing this, Gu Sheng’s lips moved slightly, and his expression softened imdiately.

He stepped forward, helped the already weak Shen Miaomiao up, and felt her forehead.

Burning hot.

“Co on, let’s go to the hospital,”

He said, wrapping the small blanket around Little Nezha, sitting on the bed’s edge, putting Little Nezha’s hand on his shoulder:

“The IV drip will fix it.”

“Mm...”

Shen Miaomiao nodded, drowsily resting her head on Gu Sheng’s back.

Little Nezha was clearly burned out now, her usual lively spirit gone, replaced by murmurs like sleep talking.

But even so, she didn’t forget to be mischievous.

As Gu Sheng stood, she raised her small hand, weakly patting his shoulder, just like the night of the survival project settlent.

“Giddy-up... giddy-up...”

Gu Sheng laughed wryly, imitating a horse’s trot rhythm, gently bouncing the sleepy little one on his back: “Mm, clop clop clop...”

“Clop clop clop... not a horse...”

The little voice behind corrected weakly.

“Then what do you say a horse sounds like?”

Gu Sheng turned and hooked the door shut with his foot.

“A horse is...”

Little Nezha furrowed her brow, thinking:

“A horse is... Guo Degang... Guo Degang Guo Degang...”

“Hahaha,”

Gu Sheng really laughed:

“Alright, behave for a bit, sing Guo Degang when the fever’s gone.”

“Hehe... then... sing a song...”

Behind him, Shen Miaomiao giggled foolishly, rubbing her head against Gu Sheng’s neck, trying to absorb his warmth.

“What should I sing? Daddy’s daddy is grandpa?”

Gu Sheng lifted Little Nezha a little.

“Song... a song...”

Shen Miaomiao’s voice grew softer, seeming less uncomfortable, sleepiness creeping in.

They stepped out of the building.

The warm sumr night breeze blew past their figures.

In the silent bright night, no one was around, only the rustling of grass and trees by the street.

Gu Sheng carried Little Nezha toward his car and spoke gently,

As if afraid to disturb the tranquil night, or wake the even breaths behind him—

Just once

I’ll take you to see eternity

Laughing loudly on sunny days

Quarreling freely in the air of liberty

Do you know

All my heartbeat

Beats with you...

Click.

The car door opened, Gu Sheng placed Shen Miaomiao in the passenger seat, only to see the little girl already asleep, breathing evenly.

Gu Sheng chuckled and shook his head, mumbling, “Not sleeping in your own bed but here, is my rocking machine really that comfortable...”

Then he tucked the small blanket under Little Nezha’s chin, buckled her seatbelt.

He went around to the driver’s seat, started the car, and the black Navigator headed to the hospital.

Gu Sheng focused fully, wanting to rush to the ergency room as fast as possible.

He didn’t notice that on the passenger side, Shen Miaomiao’s lips slightly curved, mumbling in a voice only she could hear:

“Sounds nice...”