Chapter 39: I Really Am a Good Boss_l
Translator: 549690339
Fang Cheng Studio is a legitimate studio; no one would cut corners here. With that reassurance, Huang Ping settled down and got to work.
Having gained access to the computer, Huang Ping downloaded the new ga, “Quiet Cultivation,” designated Pz, in the SVN repository.
As far as Huang Ping knew, there were only four people in the entire company.
There were no artists; the programming was handled by Fang Cheng, while art was outsourced. After that, Fang Cheng would apply ga filters to create the ga’s atmosphere.
Although Huang Ping already knew Fang Cheng’s gas were well-optimized and made excellent use of filters, he was still profoundly shocked when he entered the ga.
What kind of immortal filter was this!
To align with the environnt and the the of “ditation,” Fang Cheng boldly used a water-ink style filter, which infused the ga’s graphics with a sense of immortality and vitality.
With wide-open eyes, he stared at the screen from the mont he entered the ga, as if he had been transported to another world, witnessing majestic sights.
Wind was fluttering, clouds were rolling, and violent natural disasters appeared and disappeared with incredible speed, stripping vegetation from the ground and scattering their own flesh and bone.
But in the next mont, all things revived, flowers grew rapidly along the ground, and the previously exposed earth was instantly enveloped in greenery, returning to a scene of vibrant natural competition.
In just a few minutes, he felt the passage of ti, with a sense of vicissitude that each fra could be captured and used as a screensaver.
“Holy shit…”
For those few minutes, Huang Ping stared blankly at the screen, his linguistic abilities rapidly regressing to the point where he could only repeat, “Holy shit.”
Finding it hard to co back to his senses, he gasped for air.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he looked over at Fang Cheng, who was pondering nearby, and finally understood why Xiao Douzi admired the man so much.
With such a great immortal by his side, he too would be willing to pay homage every day, just for a touch of that immortal aura.
Xiao Douzi, who was sitting nearby, watched Huang Ping’s reaction with pride and then whispered, “Try controlling the character; it’s even more exhilarating.”
Huang Ping’s eyes widened as he asked, “It gets even better?”
“Yes, and when you understand the true gaplay, it will be even more thrilling,” Xiao Douzi assured him.
“Noway?”
Swallowing hard, Huang Ping finally tried controlling the character. The smooth feel of control made goosebumps break out all over his body, and he kept taking sharp breaths.
Although Fang Cheng might not have realized it, the tactile experience he provided had gotten increasingly impressive.
The early control feel of “The Forest’s Second Son” was already quite smooth. “Towards Death and Life,” the 3D platforr, had markedly improved. “Princess Dungeon” had nearly perfected the experience, but “Quiet Cultivation” was simply subli.
Four gas had brought the feel to an inconceivable level; only a genius could achieve such a foundation.
The ga required combined keyboard and mouse operations, and whether the character was moving or using Cultivation Techniques, everything flowed so smoothly that it was tingling.
When Huang Ping personally experienced the effects of ditation, the Cultivation Techniques, and the Gang Wind, it was as if sothing in his mind lit up. He trembled with excitent as if the main and collateral channels within him had been unblocked.
“Battle royale?”
“Exactly,” Xiao Douzi confird, “It’s battle royale. I guess the boss got the inspiration from the PvP in ‘Princess Dungeon’ and then derived the battle royale gaplay from it. That’s why he was able to develop it so quickly. By reusing the original ga’s features, he created a new ga. That’s our boss for you.”
This approach didn’t just double-dip; it was a succession and refinent of gaplay, which also showed Huang Ping the semblance of industrialization in gaming.
There are already examples of gaming industrialization abroad. For instance, Ubisoft gas have this trait; when one of their gas encounters a bug, the others are bound to exhibit the sa bug—an undeniable indication of code reuse.
Under industrial conditions, a ga can be developed quickly through the reuse of code and other elents, saving a significant amount of ti and lowering ga production costs.
However, that question is still a long way off, and what Huang Ping needs to consider at the mont is how to make the ga more fun.
He started testing the ga and beca more and more excited. Every ti he had an idea, he would stop to discuss it with Xiao Douzi and then continue playing with even more ideas.
Thanks to the ga’s excellent engine and physical environnt, Huang Ping found that all the features he wanted could be realized in the ga, which treated his ideas gently and indulgently, like a tender woman, accepting them all, and even improving on them.
Every cell in his body was celebrating; his brain felt as if it had been massaged, with inner climaxes bursting like fireworks, driving him to an unstoppable excitent.
The day flew by quickly, and by five in the afternoon, his notebook was filled with ideas.
Even now, he was still so pumped up that he couldn’t stop.
That exhilarating sensation, the feeling of cheering for every idea, he hadn’t experienced it in a long ti.
After becoming the main planner, Huang Ping’s daily task had been to look at the backend, the data, various reports, and then integrate various profit points.
The gaplay was no longer his concern; the paynt rate and conversion rate were.
Where players dropped off, why this step could increase player retention— these things, unrelated to gaplay, were his focal points, not what made the ga fun.
At this mont, he finally rediscovered the original passion that brought him into the gaming industry, a passion that imrsed him so deeply he couldn’t extricate himself.
Therefore, when Fang Cheng announced it was ti to get off work and go ho to enjoy life, Huang Ping imdiately shouted, “Boss, I want to work overti a little longer, you go ahead.”
“Our studio refuses unnecessary overti, no excuses.”
“Have a heart, boss! I’ll pay for the electricity, I’ll pay for the wear and tear on the desk and chairs, just let work overti, please!” Huang Ping pleaded with a whine in his voice.
Facing Huang Ping’s earnest plea, Fang Cheng replied in a calm but uncompromising tone: “Sorry, it’s a matter of principle. You can take your ti, I’m really not in a hurry.”
“But I am! I can’t be at peace until this ga is released! Or, I can copy it and take it ho, work on it slowly there.”
“Oh, you just reminded .” Fang Cheng looked thoughtfully at Xiao Douzi, “Lately I feel the progress on the numbers is a bit ahead; it must be Xiao Douzi taking work ho. According to the studio’s regulations, I’mgivingyouaday off.”
“Boss, you can’t do this to !” Xiao Douzi cried out in protest.
“Alright, it’s happily decided then. Let’s call it a day; everyone go ho.”
Forcing everyone out, Fang Cheng replenished the spiritual energy in the office’s essential oils and watered his Spirit Grass in the tea room.
Looking at the Spirit Grass that had been trimd but was sprouting anew, Fang Cheng smiled in satisfaction.
That’s how you should treat your staff—with gentleness.
I really am a good boss.
On the other hand, Huang Ping, who had just left the company, felt an overwhelming sense of loss and finally understood why Xu Qingling and Xiao Douzi had complained about not working overti.
Boss, by what right do you deprive of the freedom to work overti!
At that mont, his phone rang. After answering, his girlfriend asked with concern, “Pingping, how was your first day at work?”
“Not great.”
“Did you et another KongKong?”
“No, the boss won’t let us work overti.”
Staring at her phone, the girlfriend wondered if sothing was wrong with her soon-to-be husband.
Are you even speaking human language?
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