Chapter 535: Chapter 312 Work at Sunrise (Part 1)_1
Seeing the new ga demo that Fang Cheng brought out, Huang Ping had grown accustod to it.
Different studios have different work modes, and the mode here is to closely unite in the ga group led by Comrade Fang Cheng, and then add one’s own color to this ga.
Each person’s abilities could be fully utilized in this project. He used to worry that the studio didn’t have enough people to handle the workload, but as everyone beca more in sync with each other, that concern gradually disappeared.
He still had worries, though. With policy changes and the shifting winds in the gaming industry, Fang Cheng Studio’s gas were inevitably going global. It seed like the studio could use soone who was adept at handling global business, but such talent was hard to find.
There was no rush, though; they still had ti on their side.
They were only a ga studio that had been established for less than two years. Taking it slow could help them build a stronger foundation, and there was no need to rush success.
After all, big gaming companies were refined over decades; with a fantastic opening hand, they didn’t need to rush things.
Looking at the ga demo Fang Cheng had provided, Huang Ping found it was a life simulation ga.
Players would role-play as a Cultivator who had just set foot on the path of cultivation, sitting in ditation, farming, training, and descending the mountain for trials in a tranquil village. The ga’s NPCs were warm and hospitable, each one of them upright and kind—an excellent spot for a leisurely vacation.
The data for PCs and ga cabins were interoperable, and the ga’s pacing would be slow, so it was a more relaxed ga.
After reading these descriptions, Huang Ping sketched out a rough understanding of the ga’s overall gaplay, but he knew his first impressions weren’t reliable.
The boss… he was a crafty one!
Don’t be fooled by his gentle appearance; when it ca to ga developnt, he was full of mischief, stuffing his gas with seven, eight, nine, or ten Easter eggs.
Other people’s gas were buy-one-get-one-free, but his gas were buy-one-get-ten, with new discoveries every ti you played.
Unlike Huang Ping, who usually started by reading the ga plan, Monkey had already hopped into the ga cabin and begun experiencing the ga.
The ga featurts, playing from an observer’s viewpoint.
Switching to his preferred first-person view, Monkey entered the ga only to be surrounded by dozens of unfriendly-looking old n.
Just as Monkey thought this was a be-kind-to-seniors beat-’em-up ga, an old man suddenly grabbed him and said excitedly, “Finally, soone’s co. This one’s mine.”
“What are you grabbing at? I’m older; I get to pick first, you hear?”
“Don’t make start a fight right now; isn’t it good to be alive?”
Thus, Monkey ended up inexplicably being snatched back and forth, feeling how enthusiastic the NPCs were here.
That couldn’t deny, though; it was sowhat exhilarating.
Eventually, an old man took advantage of a gap and grabbed Monkey, flying up into the sky and leaving the others unable to follow, their angry roars echoing from below.
The old man who got Monkey was delighted; he flew all the way to a nearby mountain peak, pointing to a newly built small Taoist temple, “This is my Taoist temple. From now on, you’ll be my… What’s our Sect called?”
Facing Monkey’s puzzled look, the old man embarrassedly said, “We didn’t use to have a Sect, but the Heavenly Lord said it would be better to divide into so Sects for easier managent. So, several hundred of us old fellows established Sects, but my mory isn’t so good, so I’ve forgotten what it’s called.”
Pulling out a sm na?”
“…Monkey.”
“That’s a great na! Sounds comfortable.”
Monkey’s eyes imdiately lit up, “You also think it’s a good na, right? I particularly like it, but they always tell it’s not very good.”
“Why’s that?”
“They say that as a top-tier gar, this na doesn’t suit you. Sothing like Mischievous Monkey or Great Sage would be better.”
“Don’t listen to them; this na is fine. But Great Sage, that sounds interesting; let’s call our Sect the Great Saint Sect.”
“Sure, sure!”
As they spoke, the doors of the Taoist temple were pushed open, and a Taoist Boy in grey Daoist robes appeared, saying helplessly, “Master, what are you up to now?”
“You co at the perfect ti!”
Pulling the Taoist Boy over, Taoist Chankong, holding the seven- or eight-year-old boy, said, “This is your senior brother Changfeng. Don’t let his young age fool you; he’s quite skilled. He’s phenonal with the Flying Sword. You might learn sothing from him.”
Feeling flattered by his master’s praise, Changfeng smiled shyly, then straightened up and said, “From now on, you are a mber of our White Cloud Sect. I’ll definitely look out for you.”
“Oh, we used to be the White Cloud Sect, huh? Well, that’s in the past now; we are the Great Saint Sect.”
“…Another change…”
Although not too thrilMaster’s mory.”
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