Chapter 821: Chapter 454 What are you thinking?_1 Chapter 821: Chapter 454 What are you thinking?_1 As a seasoned gar, Mr. Shen himself is a witness to gaming history in recent years.
He witnessed the demise of Atari, the rise of FC, and the popularity of arcade gas.
A gaming console ban had isolated consoles from the country, but it provided fertile ground for the growth of PC gaming. There were even a proliferation of risqué gas; a bunch of old pervs used 256 colors to create elaborate compositions, which many a teenage boy held onto railings and ripped bed sheets over and relived countless tis in their dreams.
Still, standalone gas were eventually defeated by piracy, and the more aggressive web gas began to erge. The existence of web gas was just a flash in the pan, though, as the advent of mobile gas relegated web gaming to a tear-stained chapter of history that wasn’t particularly pretty to look at.
Mr. Shen thought he had seen it all, having weathered many a storm, yet he had to admit defeat after playing Fang Cheng Studio’s new ga “Please Co In, Guest”.
This ga really was addictive.
The gaplay was straightforward, and while it might not stand out, it was in a league of its own among a heap of gas submitted for review.
The ga chanics were simple: stock up, sell, and then use the money to spruce up your little shop, and research new items. Occasionally, custors would make so novel requests or you’d get items from custors to study—and that’s the entirety of the gaplay.
But this ga…
Why is it so compelling?
From the mont he started playing, Mr. Shen knew he was in trouble.
He knew he shouldn’t, but he kept getting drawn in by the ga. Every second brought sothing to do; every mont, there was progress to be made.
The automation settings in the ga were a stroke of genius—easy to get into but with full functionality, the automated production line allowed players to put their hands away while constantly focusing on new facilities.
Playing the ga with a single-minded focus, Mr. Shen forgot to clock out, to call his family, to acknowledge others’ existence, and even to rember he was supposed to be reviewing the ga.
It wasn’t until the head of the review team noticed the scarcity in Mr. Shen’s review records for the past two days that sothing seed amiss.
Knocking on Mr. Shen’s desk, the team leader politely asked, “Shen, your records for the past couple of days are a bit light. Is there a problem?”
The team leader was a few years older than Mr. Shen, also a gar, and his works were even more popular. He was a figure who could stand alone in the annals of gaming history.
In contrast, Mr. Shen, who might at best claim half a chapter in that history, could indeed be called one of its founders without exaggeration.
Nevertheless, the team leader was very respectful toward Mr. Shen. After all, his student Fang Cheng might beco the subject of half the gaming history books, so it was necessary to maintain a good relationship.
Moreover, the review team was run by Mr. Shen and Fang Cheng together. If Mr. Shen hadn’t declined the position of team leader, the current leader wouldn’t have had a role there.
Feeling his question was polite, the team leader was taken aback when Mr. Shen simply looked up and said, “Wait a minute. My production line is almost ready. This line will allow to randomly compose different item combinations. I just need to check back every so often to see if there are any good combinations.”
“Mr. Shen, what are you talking about?” the team leader asked in confusion.
“But picking combinations is a bit of a hassle, so I’d better make a sorting machine too. However, I’ll need a new motor for the sorting machine, so it’s probably best if I optimize and upgrade the existing one first…. Did you need sothing, team leader?”
Seeing Mr. Shen now, the team leader was shocked.
His dark circles were alarmingly large, his enviable hair showed signs of falling out, and his usually neat clothes were now wrinkled. He bore no resemblance to the elite gar he used to be.
“Mr. Shen, are you feeling all right?” the team leader asked with concern. “Do you need to get a doctor?”
“No, I’m fine,” Mr. Shen said outright, “Just don’t interrupt . I’m going to continue playing the ga.”
“Oh.”
Nodding his head, the team leader glanced at the others, and quickly identified a clear-eyed yet naive college student, then gave a slight nod.
He was quite adept at conveying emotions with his eyes, and with his recent gesture, he fully conveyed his appreciation for the college student, hinting at his intention to nurture him.
Locking eyes with the leader, the college student imdiately puffed out his chest, his keyboard clacking briskly as he strived to look serious and ambitious.
Nodding again, the team leader pointed at the college student and whispered to his secretary, “Give Mr. Shen’s workload to him.”
Seeing the secretary about to leave, the team leader held him back and continued, “Give him my workload too.”
Back in his office, the team leader pulled up the ga that Mr. Shen had been playing incessantly for days and, upon seeing the publisher, nodded in understanding.
Fang Cheng Studio, huh…
No wonder.
Ordinary gas no longer impressed Mr. Shen—it had to be a title from Fang Cheng Studio to hold such allure, making even Mr. Shen unable to resist.
Even though he knew it was a critical mont, the team leader still rubbed his hands together, ready to give it a try.
n, after all, can’t admit defeat.
Plus, he wanted to challenge his weakness and see just what kind of ga Fang Cheng Studio’s latest title was, that it could even cause Mr. Shen to slip up.
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