I Just Want Players to Save Money, They Insist on Giving Me! Chapter 41 - 41 21 The Gears of Fate Begin to Turn1

Chapter 41: Chapter 21: The Gears of Fate Begin to Turn!_1 Chapter 41: Chapter 21: The Gears of Fate Begin to Turn!_1 Gou Chehua was nothing like his na suggested.

On the contrary, he had always harbored a dream.

To bring blessings to the vast number of players.

He believed that in this fast-paced, high-pressure world,

The rise of various paid entertainnt options wasn’t, in a sense, cathartic.

Instead, it was an additional pressure.

Especially in gaming, where players seem to only need to pay to have more choices.

But the very act of spending was inherently unfair.

During his tenure as a planner, he could clearly see the distribution of player portraits in the ga’s backend.

Among them, players with a strong ability to spend, also known as tycoons,

Accounted for only 2% of the entire player community.

The remaining more than ninety percent of players were basically stuck in the lowest spending bracket set by the ga companies.

What does that an?

If a ga’s minimum monthly spend was 500, then over ninety percent of its players would be stuck at 500.

They weren’t particularly wealthy; they simply had no choice because that was the ga’s minimum spend.

And gaming was the least expensive of many paid entertainnt options.

They could choose not to play, but humans are easily influenced by the broader environnt.

If everyone around you is talking about sothing you’re unfamiliar with, you start to feel isolated.

As for isolation, Gou Chehua knew it all too well.

During his school days, due to poverty, he was unable to partake in many experiences that normal children should have.

Consequently, he had no common topics with his classmates and couldn’t find friends, gradually becoming isolated, and then bullied by the bad students.

This led to a vicious cycle and he beca increasingly introverted and reclusive.

In high school, he barely spoke more than ten sentences to his classmates over the course of three years.

He thought that if he studied hard, got into a good university, and found a good job, he could change everything.

But Gou Chehua found himself to be naive.

Isolation existed in the workplace, too.

So he wanted to just keep his head down and do his own thing.

But the rules set by his superiors forced him to move forward.

“The head office has spoken, your KPI target this month must be 20% higher than last month, any less and it will be deducted from your salary!”

“How many tis do I have to say it, you can’t price the gas so low! … Yes, this way, micro-spenders and non-spenders have a better gaming experience, but what will those tycoon players think? Why should ordinary people enjoy the sa ga content as tycoons? Send it back and redo the pricing sche!”

“XX did a great job last month, he precisely targeted the psychology of the tycoon players, causing XXXX ga’s revenue to surge by 200%! Hereby awarding a bonus of fifty thousand! The rest of you should learn from him! Let’s hear the applause!”

Gou Chehua, who had always been compliant, had endured it every ti.

But each ti he launched an event or a new round of spending as required by his superiors, he would be cursed at by the players.

So of the insults were particularly harsh and unpleasant to hear.

A thick-skinned colleague consoled him with a laugh, “Players and planners are inherently opposing groups. Players can think of us as idiots, and we can think of the players as morons. Don’t mind it, as long as the KPI is t, that’s all that matters.”

Gou Chehua, who felt maxed out by pressure, was really ready to listen to his colleague’s advice and let loose.

After all, his inco was now stable, and he even found a girlfriend at the company.

It was ti to work hard to save money for a house and marriage.

Let his conscience fade away along with his unbearable childhood.

But then, last week happened.

The girlfriend he had been dating for half a year was stolen by another top-performing planner in the group.

The last thread holding Gou Chehua’s heart together snapped.

He didn’t understand what his years of enduring humiliation had gotten him.

He received disdain and ridicule from his colleagues.

He received abuse from the players.

He received pressure from his superiors.

And there was the contemptuous glance from his girlfriend as she walked out of the company holding hands with the top perforr.

On the brink of collapse, Gou Chehua decided to explode right along with everyone else!

First, he had the programming departnt put together a standard monetization strategy, then lied about modifications from above, prompting them to create a nearly free-to-play sche.

When submitting it for senior managent’s review, he used the normal template.

But when the ga he was leading the update for was released that night, he switched it to the free-to-play sche.

The next day, the ga’s forum exploded!

The ones who raised the biggest ruckus were actually the tycoons.

The characters or skins they had previously spent a fortune on could now be obtained at super low prices in this version, leading the tycoons to rage post after post before deleting their accounts and quitting the ga en masse.

The impact of the incident was so great that it even burst onto the Weibo hot search for a ti.

When the gaming director heard about this, he was livid, but when he went to find Gou Chehua, he discovered Gou was already in the director’s office.

The door had been locked from the inside.

Sitting back with his legs propped up on the computer desk, his hands clasped behind his head, Gou leisurely closed his eyes. From the director’s computer speaker, an elegant classical piano piece was playing.

The music, audible throughout the entire company, had everyone agape, their gaze fixated on the door to the director’s office.

At least in that mont, Gou Chehua’s expression was calm and relaxed.

When the gaming director’s shouting failed to open the door, he chose to call the police, and even vowed to have Gou Chehua thrown into prison.

At the eleventh hour, upon learning of the situation, the company’s general manager, Xu Kun, sighed after getting a rough understanding of Gou’s three-year work situation.

With a forced smile, he escorted the police away.

He did not allow the director to escalate the situation further but instead took responsibility for the ga’s losses himself, only issuing Gou Chehua a dismissal.

Before parting, Xu Kun wordlessly patted Gou on the shoulder and nodded at him.

“You’ve worked hard. Thank you for your contributions to the company these past years. I wish you smooth sailing in your future career.”

The farce ca to an end.

Gou Chehua left the company, feeling empty and dispirited, with his briefcase in hand.

The glaring sunlight outside forced him to squint.

He had played the good guy for over twenty years.

He had intended to do sothing bad, choosing to detonate himself along with the scumbag colleagues in the company.

But in the end, he was pulled back from the brink by a kind-hearted manager, and now he felt unbearably guilty.

He realized he wasn’t even cut out to do bad things, let alone good ones.

Even Lamu would shake its head at him.

“Alas, when it rains, it pours,” Gou Chehua sighed softly.

“Alas, when it rains, it pours.”

Suddenly, he heard a young and handso man beside him utter the sa phrase.

Then, their eyes t.

This young man, well.

He was very handso, so much so that even Gou, a man, had to acknowledge his good looks.

His whole being radiated the vitality of soone who had been soaked in sunshine.

His eyes brimming with anticipation and yearning for the future.

“That must be nice,” Gou thought to himself with envy.

Though he was also quite young, why did he have no aspiration towards his own future?

To say nothing of aspiration, he even faced difficulties finding another job…

After all, having caused such a debacle, it was unlikely anyone in the sa industry would dare to hire him…

And it was at that mont.

He suddenly heard the young man beside him turn to face him, speaking earnestly.

“Hello, my na is Ke Jin, and I’m a ga designer. I’m currently in need of a ga planner. Join my team, and you’ll be well compensated, with high authority in planning. You could even set your own ga pricing sches and launch ga events. How do you feel about it, sir?”

Ke Jin??

The designer from the other day associated with Goose Duck Kill?

His renown, Gou Chehua had heard plenty about in recent days.

Not only had he heard of Ke Jin, but Gou was also one of Ke’s little admirers. This past week, after work, he did nothing but study those two gas in depth, even writing a ga analysis that was tens of thousands of words long.

Apart from these, Gou also noticed Ke had specifically emphasized the “high authority in planning, setting one’s own ga sches, unfettered by the boss” part.

Ah! The scent of freedom!

Gou’s eyes lit up, and as he looked at Ke again,

He didn’t see just a person.

But a sun rising high, its brilliance dazzling to the eye.

“I… I am willing,” Gou said, wiping his hands on his trousers before hesitantly shaking Ke’s hand.

Their hands clasped together firmly, like allies united in conviction.

Yet, the thoughts running through their minds at that mont seed sowhat misaligned.

Ke Jin thought, “Great! Recruitnt success! With this smart guy’s previous planning experience, all I have to do is wait for the cash flow to drop off the charts as the paying players flee overnight!”

Gou Chehua thought, “I have drifted for half my life without a wise leader. This ti, I must give it my all! I cannot let Designer Ke’s high expectations of go unt! I’ll strive to grow bigger and stronger and create new glories!”