Chapter 818: Chapter 453 This is Work_1 Chapter 818: Chapter 453 This is Work_1 Realizing this was a shop managent simulation ga, Huang Ping began to carefully inspect the settings within the ga.
Currently, the gaming trend on the market favored the “pigeon” genre, with several “pigeon-type” gas becoming quite popular.
Moreover, “pigeon” gas were characterized by ease of updating and scoring achievents. Even if the initial release wasn’t spectacular, continuous updates could boost the ga’s reputation, driving sales numbers ever higher.
That’s just how gas are: releasing them isn’t everything; post-launch updates and optimizations are also substantial components, partly due to the ever-increasing cost of ga developnt.
However, the boss’s gas were different.
His were always top-notch from the get-go.
Not only that, but the boss could also arrange easter eggs within the ga, prepare follow-up gaplay, and have a variety of fun settings fully fleshed out, delivering a delightful gaming experience.
So have analyzed that making gas was actually quite simple for Fang Cheng.
Add so good settings, so art, so content, and a bit of quality AI, and then it’s done.
But the problem is, everyone understands the theory, yet if you can’t do it, you can’t do it.
Even if you sold your ancestral tomb, you couldn’t do it.
Gathering his scattered thoughts, Huang Ping refocused his attention on the ga in front of him.
While Huang Ping was pondering, people had already started coming into his store.
The individual appeared to be a veteran soldier from World War II, wearing a grey wool coat, a gas mask on his face, a military saber at his waist, and an old-fashioned rifle on his back.
They walked in groups of three, their steps so uniform it seed as if they were one person.
Despite their grave appearances, the eyes beneath the gas masks were incredibly clear, even a bit shy.
After standing neatly in front of Huang Ping, the leader said, “Excuse , what do you sell here?”
Huang Ping was montarily stunned, then quickly opened the item nu in the interface and saw that there were very few items he could sell.
The ga provided starting capital for purchasing goods, and if the principal and the total value of goods in the store were low, you could apply to the system for subsidies to prevent players from getting stuck.
Quickly scanning through the items available, he said to the soldiers in front of him, “So food, but it might not taste very good. Drinking water, and so clothes.”
“That’ll do, how much?”
“Hmm…”
After a mont’s thought, Huang Ping decided to make a small profit, offering a price slightly above cost.
“For food, ten Jin per kilogram, two Jin for water, and for clothes, it depends on the style you want.”
The price made the soldiers in front halt briefly before they quickly nodded, as if afraid Huang Ping would change his mind.
“We’ll take three hundred kilograms of food and the sa amount of drinking water. Can you supply us with the goods tonight?”
“No need, right now is fine.”
Having made the purchase, Huang Ping saw the icon for restocking and a progress bar appear on his panel, with corresponding tips explaining: “The larger the total weight of the goods ordered, the slower the restocking speed. Certain technologies can be researched to speed up this process.”
This feature increased Huang Ping’s sense of imrsion and made him feel like he truly was a shop manager, running his little shop.
Gas are like that, often a single small detail can endear a player, leading them to invest ti and energy into the ga.
Hearing that Huang Ping could supply them now, the three soldiers stood still, silently waiting.
However, noticing Huang Ping made no move to fetch the goods, they waited in silence for a few minutes before asking, “Aren’t you going to get the goods?”
“They’re already on their way.”
“…Oh.”
After a mont of silent astonishnt, they discovered that the previously empty shelves were now suddenly loaded with goods. Simply packaged food was displayed, filling the small shop to the brim.
Watching this miraculous scene unfold, the leader fell silent for a while before his tone involuntarily took on a note of respect, “Are you a Cultivator?”
The term “Cultivator” sounded odd coming from his mouth, but since everything was so mixed up here already, Huang Ping didn’t find it strange.
So, he promptly replied, “No, just an ordinary shopkeeper.”
“…I see. You do not wish to reveal your na. Alright, I will refer to you as the shopkeeper from now on. Here is the money, please take it.”
After accepting the money handed over, Huang Ping watched as the leader alone shouldered the six hundred kilograms of goods without any change in balance and walked out with firm steps.
Stopping at the door, he paused, then said, “Shopkeeper, I feel that your store will be very promising in the future. So it’s best if you co up with a na for the shop.”
“Alright, I will.”
After seeing off the first custors, Huang Ping realized he indeed hadn’t been given the option to na the store when he entered the ga.
Noting this requirent, Huang Ping felt that Fang Cheng’s AI was becoming increasingly humanized.
They were even making requests now.
If this kept up, ga testing in the future wouldn’t need humans; just a batch of AI could assist with testing, greatly reducing developnt costs and production cycles for gas.
But that was the boss’s own patent, so it would be up to the boss to decide.
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