Chapter 847: Chapter 467 Not a Chess Card Ga_2 Chapter 847: Chapter 467 Not a Chess Card Ga_2 Watching the righteous indignation consuming Wang from Wang Say Gas, Fang Cheng decided he couldn’t let such crazies play his ga anymore.
The whole atmosphere of the ga had gone askew.
However, the performance of Xien Waidao also took Fang Cheng by surprise.
He had cleverly circumvented the ga’s settings, achieving his aim through a rather coincidental factor.
Although there was an elent of gambling involved, luck too was a part of strength; without a solid thought process, even good fortune couldn’t be fully exploited.
Raising his viewpoint, Fang Cheng discovered that it wasn’t just Xien Waidao; many players had found their own thods within the ga.
So took to a path of plundering, fully embodying the principle “When neighbors farm, I stock guns; my neighbors are my granaries.”
Others followed the principle of “Accumulate grains,” continually expanding their power within the ga to fend off foreign invasions.
From a shop to a town, and from a town to a city, multiple cities evolved into nations, a new order took shape here, turning it into a vast strategy simulation ga.
The damaged Heaven-Opening Blocks welcod new changes here, where players grew like wild weeds, developing a playstyle of their own in this space.
“Players truly are avatars of chaos.”
Seeing this, Fang Cheng couldn’t help but reflect.
The ga’s Dustfire had beco completely unrecognizable, but Fang Cheng knew he could no longer achieve enlightennt through this ga; he might as well leave it to the players to see what they could co up with in the end.
So, he logged out of the ga and returned to his own ho.
When he got ho, he found Mr. Fang playing on the computer by himself.
“Should I play the one dot? It’s a live tile, but the two bamboos are gone, holding onto it makes it hard to declare ‘ready’.”
“Play the three bamboos,” Fang Cheng suddenly said.
Mr. Fang was startled and fell to the floor, taking a while to realize that it wasn’t a haunting but rather that his son had co back.
Holding his chest, he looked dissatisfiedly at the son who had suddenly appeared: “Why did you suddenly co back! Don’t you know how to knock?”
“There’s no need.”
“I need it! Every ti you co back, it’s like a haunting. You’ll scare to death one of these days.”
Upon hearing this, on a whim, Fang Cheng divined for his father and then said, “It’s fine, just be wary of spiders in the future.”
“Wait, why spiders? Tell what the spider will do to !”
“Just be careful.”
“Tell !”
No matter how much Mr. Fang pleaded, Fang Cheng wouldn’t say why.
Once he knew Fang Cheng wouldn’t tell, Mr. Fang simply let it go.
Being the son of an Immortal, Mr. Fang naturally had a strong heart; otherwise, he would have been scared to death by now.
Returning to his computer desk, he played the three bamboos, only to find that he had triggered a three-player simultaneous win, sending all three opponents away.
And they were all premium hands.
Staring at his now-empty ga currency balance, Mr. Fang’s eyes bulged, and he pointed at his screen, shaking all over.
“You… you… you…”
“Whatever tile you played just now, you would have won, the three bamboos were the only tile that wouldn’t win. No need to thank .”
“I… I… I…”
“You’ve got quite a few tribulations, so I had you lose so ga currency to ward off so calamities. That’s good, you don’t have to worry about Black Widows anymore, but still be careful of other spiders.”
“Am I supposed to thank you for this!” Mr. Fang yelled indignantly.
“Don’t ntion it, it’s what I should do.”
Watching the complacent Fang Cheng, Mr. Fang almost bit his own teeth to pieces.
However, what was strange was that after losing the Gold Coins, he felt his mood had greatly improved.
The previous fatigue and poor state were gone; the stuffiness in his chest had also eased, and he felt invigorated. This made him realize Fang Cheng’s words might actually have so truth to them.
With an improved mood, Mr. Fang prepared dinner for Fang Cheng. When he went out and returned with half a chicken in hand, he found Fang Cheng sitting in front of the computer, on the very chess and card platform he played on.
This platform had been around for a while, and its interfaces were quite dated. The number of people online each day wasn’t very high either.
However, because it was a local chess and card platform in Sichuan and Chongqing, it offered many types of Mahjong that couldn’t be found elsewhere, which is why Mr. Fang visited it daily.
Seeing that Fang Cheng was interested in the ga, he leaned in and said, “Don’t ss around, I still have a lot of Gold Coins in there… Wait, did you just deplete them? Wait! Why are there so many now!”
Staring at the magically replenished Gold Coins, Mr. Fang’s eyes widened, and he began to look at Fang Cheng differently.
“Son, did you just cheat? Can you modify ga Gold Coins? You really are in the gaming industry! Can you modify my Alipay balance then?”
“I didn’t cheat; I just won them,” said Fang Cheng, focusing on the screen.
“It hasn’t been that long! I don’t believe it! I have a proposition for you, considering the little bit of parenting I’ve done, can you boost my Alipay balance?”
“It’s possible, but since you’re not destined for windfalls, any increase would have to be exchanged with your lifespan; otherwise, you’ll face trouble.”
Knowing his life could be traded for money made Mr. Fang hesitate, then, gritting his teeth, he said, “Fine, how much can I sell one day of my life for?”
“Seventy yuan and thirty-eight cents.”
“You’ve got specifics down! And that amount, it’s not even the minimum wage, is it? Is my life really worth so little?”
“I told you you’re not destined for windfalls.”
Brushing off Mr. Fang, Fang Cheng continued to explore the gaming platform and soon discovered that the gas here were quite interesting.
The ga’s platform was a tumultuous world of Dustfire, rife with all kinds of greed and the thrill of betting big.
After a loss, one regretted their initial decisions, and after a win, one saw themselves as the child of destiny. The mixed emotions churned and boiled in the ga, making it as lively as a bustling market.
Gaming against others was also remarkably engaging; even through a computer and the internet, Fang Cheng could sense the emotions of the players on the other end, which he found quite entertaining.
Besides, the rules of card gas were fixed, and the players didn’t have many opportunities to go overboard, which made it easier for Fang Cheng to keep control here.
Once he had figured this out, Fang Cheng made a call to Mr. Shen.
Mr. Shen was slacking off when he received the call from Fang Cheng.
The review system left by Fang Cheng was so efficient that they only needed to spot-check occasionally, which greatly reduced the manual workload.
As a result, they could spend plenty of ti in “Please Inside, Guest,” continuing to explore and build together in New World.
Upon seeing the call from Fang Cheng, Mr. Shen imdiately answered, his voice brimming with cheerfulness, “Fang Cheng, what’s up?”
“I want to make a new ga.”
Mr. Shen’s eyes lit up with excitent, and he asked eagerly, “What new ga?”
“Chess and card.”
Upon hearing it was a chess and card ga, Mr. Shen imdiately lost interest.
The market was already saturated with chess and card gas, and many of them, striving to survive, had begun to venture into gray areas.
In order to prevent this, the higher-ups mandated a ban on producing chess and card gas, so Mr. Shen could only sigh and say, “Fang Cheng, it’s not possible, the higher-ups won’t allow it.”
“Is there really no way?”
“There isn’t.”
“I see, understood.”
After hanging up, Fang Cheng pondered for a while, then on Monday when he arrived at the studio, he said to Huang Ping, “Do you know any gas that are like chess and card gas but aren’t?”
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