Chapter 863: Chapter 475: Pre-race Preparation Chapter 863: Chapter 475: Pre-race Preparation In the morning, Fang Cheng had Sanmiao watch the door for him, then he headed to the tea room, nodding in satisfaction at the Spirit Grass displayed on the shelves.
The tender Spirit Grass was growing robustly, and even without a large amount of Spiritual Energy irrigation, their growth was still pleasing and delightful.
In the office, the City Lord employee, Sanmiao, appeared in the tea room, affectionately rubbed against Fang Cheng’s arm, then ate so of the better-looking Spirit Grass as her cat grass.
After rubbing Sanmiao’s little head, Fang Cheng nodded and then returned to his workstation to start observing the Dustfire in “galopolis.”
Overall, the effects of this round of Dustfire were quite good and satisfying to look at.
The combination of mahjong and card gas was a novel ga format, leading so old card ga manufacturers to realize the potential of integrating card gas with ani elents and started to try it out at the fastest speed, preparing to snatch a share of the market.
Among them, there were many rough, unscrupulous companies planning to make a quick buck and run, but so ga creators also found that the combination of traditional and modern wasn’t that bad, giving rise to so decent creations.
However, limited by ti, most creations currently only had a simple prototype, but so works already had elents that made people curious, and so players were ready to try them.
For “galopolis,” the general feeling among players was that it was very fun.
The combination of skills and exceptional art attracted a lot of young players’ attention, and the customizable ga characters and varied gaplay made mahjong feel novel.
And the large open mahjong world added an elent of exploration to the ga, visiting different areas, playing cards in various places was also a nice aspect.
Players were playing cards in buses, at the bottom of lakes, with underworld gangs, and on airships.
They played cards with female prisoners, female gang leaders, and female students at school.
Anywhere cards could be played, they tried every possible place, making people marvel that it wasn’t that people no longer liked playing mahjong, but rather they just preferred to play with beautiful girls.
However, unlike the thriving Dustfire, the online reviews for “galopolis” were abysmal.
So seemingly helpful comnts were imdiately discernible by Fang Cheng as insubstantial, purely subjective conjecture without any value.
So critiques were even more outrageous, labeling the ga as a copycat of “Mahjong Soul” just from the ga’s genre, leaving Fang Cheng puzzled about why these people were so confident, even being able to review a ga they hadn’t played.
When Wang Xiaoying arrived at the studio, she saw Fang Cheng reading the screen with a frown.
Approaching, after seeing the content Fang Cheng was reading, she smiled and asked, “Boss, do you care about the bad reviews?”
“Not at all,” Fang Cheng calmly said, “I’m just very curious. Considering how many people are playing and seem to be having a good ti, why is ‘galopolis’ receiving the most criticism?”
“Ani thes are easily influenced; the people who like us are always much more than those who hate us. Let’s not talk about that now, Boss, The first competition in the ga is about to start, and here’s my event planning proposal.”
For the first major competition in “galopolis,” Wang Xiaoying was more dedicated than anyone else.
As an operations planner, she understood how eye-catching card competitions could be, and a large-scale event could further enhance the studio’s reputation, bringing their studio’s acclaim to unprecedented levels.
Although Fang Cheng Studio was already an internationally renowned major gaming company, more fa was always welco.
After roughly reading through Wang Xiaoying’s planning proposal, Fang Cheng felt there were no issues.
From promotions to prizes and the arrangent of the competition schedule, Wang Xiaoying provided detailed arrangents, nearly foolproof.
And if this competition went well, they could make it a permanent fixture, allowing players to frequently enjoy this type of competition.
So, Fang Cheng said, “Go ahead, do it with gusto.”
At that mont, Fang Cheng suddenly felt a surge of intuition that sothing was off.
Lifting his hand, he asked Wang Xiaoying to wait a mont, then calculated with his fingers.
After several past adjustnts to his Taoist Heart, his grasp on The Way of Divination had deepened slightly, and he now faintly sensed that so players seed to be plotting sothing.
After making Wang Xiaoying wait a bit, he said to her, “This ti add so rules, one being that players cannot attack other players on the card table.”
Wang Xiaoying looked puzzled at Fang Cheng, “Boss, isn’t that common sense? Or does our ga allow players to attack each other?”
“There are so special ways it could happen.”
“Why can a card ga do such things?”
“Don’t worry about those details. You just need to know that attacking other players automatically results in a loss. Also, add that players can’t drug their opponents, attack the opponents’ venue, wear revealing clothes to distract the opponent, and can’t…”
As Fang Cheng added dozens of prohibitions, Wang Xiaoying realized their ga could do so many things.
Boss, it’s just a mahjong ga; do you really need to add so much to it?
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