Keyun Road, Yangcheng.
This is the largest game production center in the South and the notorious creator of the buy-to-let game.
"I'm Zha Zhahui, and my brother-in-law is here to chop me down!"
This line has become popular all over the country and has become a youthful memory of a generation. However, its lead actor has suffered from infringement by Keyunlu Game Company and often "voluntarily" endorses various high-volume mobile and browser games.
At the window seat on the 24th floor of the Yangcheng Information Port Building, there sat a hard-working worker who worked overtime on Friday night.
"The game starts with 100 draws, and the screen is filled with gold and purple colors. There are zero recycling procedures, and the withdrawals will arrive in your account within seconds..."
Hu Jingkun, who was a bit handsome but looked extremely haggard, muttered in a low voice.
His fingers tapped the keyboard weakly, typing all the garbage advertising lines into the document.
Hu Jingkun is a game copywriter and a research and development position with the lowest status in the game industry.
In addition to their own work, copywriters and planners are often assigned to work on other projects and departments.
This advertisement that I have been working on for a whole night is the work arranged by the company's operations department across departments.
…
When the number of rows in the table showed 100, Hu Jingkun finally stopped typing on the keyboard and let out a long breath.
He moved his stiff body, took out a can of Happy Water from the small refrigerator next door, and opened it.
Under the impact of the carbonic acid bubbles, Hui Ling barely regained some of his energy, and quickly swiped the document to read through the typed words one by one.
When the last sip of Happy Water was taken down, most of the carbonic acid gas had escaped, and Hu Jingkun's inspection work just ended.
Ctrl+s, save the document, upload the file, and submit the work order, all in one go.
After completing the last work of the week, the computer clock was already 20:40, and he was not prepared to stay even one second longer.
After setting a 120-minute shutdown timer for the computer and switching to the lock screen to prevent others from tampering with things on the computer, Hu Jingkun got up and walked to the bathroom.
The first principle of social animals is to never let others, especially leaders, find out that you are about to leave work.
Although it is a Friday night, the occupancy rate of the company's workstations is as high as 90%, and everyone "voluntarily" stays to work overtime.
Hu Jingkun walked lightly and moved flexibly among the messy workstations without triggering any scene events.
Very good, now you just need to go through the process, use the restroom, then go around to the company gate and clock in to get off work!
Hu Jingkun was particularly excited when he thought about being out of the sea of suffering.
The plan went smoothly.
Go to the toilet, drain excess water from your body, and wash your hands.
The company's hand sanitizer is free, so squeeze it in!
"Wash the backs of your hands and the palms of your hands, rub them with soap to clean them, and make it a habit on your own..."
Hu Jingkun hummed the hand-washing song he was forced to learn through brainwashing when he passed by the kindergarten every day, and carefully scrubbed his fingers.
At this moment, the toilet door was suddenly pushed open, and a paunchy, bald, middle-aged man walked in - Hu Jingkun's direct leader, producer Lao Mo.
Lao Mo obviously heard Hu Jingkun's humming and stopped, and the air fell into deathly silence.
Hu Jingkun smiled, stopped singing, and quickly rinsed the greasy foam on his hands.
As soon as the singing stopped, Lao Mo came over.
When passing by Hu Jingkun, he suddenly stopped.
"Akun, haven't you gotten off work yet?"
Hearing this, Hu Jingkun's heart rang with alarm bells.
Even if he didn't have any eyes behind him, he could still feel the supervisor's scrutiny.
Listen to what the leader has to say.
This is not an act of concern, but a test of Hu Jingkun's next work arrangements.
"Let's go again later. There is a plot line that has not been completed. I need to find a program to see the trigger..."
Hu Jingkun found a random excuse, turned sideways and looked at Lao Mo, smiling.
When faced with questions from leaders, you have to respond, otherwise you will be served by little shoes.
"Go home early after you finish, don't stay up too late..."
Lao Mo nodded with satisfaction, the shiny ceiling shining in the light.
Although it is almost 9 o'clock, the leader's concern is still to get off work after finishing the get off work, which is very real.
Just when Hu Jingkun sighed silently and turned around to leave, Lao Mo behind him suddenly stopped him.
"By the way, the project of the team next door has been sealed. They don't have enough people to test it. You can help run the package and test for bugs on the weekend."
Hu Jingkun's face twitched, but he still complied.
Thanks to the involution of the Shanghai game industry, game companies in Yangcheng reluctantly changed their schedules from 996 to 995.
Of course the company would not be happy if an employee suddenly lost a day's salary for free.
So there are leaders like Lao Mo, who also try their best to arrange work on weekends.
Inexplicably getting an extra job, Hu Jingkun returned to the office area dejectedly.
Now that I have met Lao Mo, I have to leave later, otherwise he will be called out by him in the morning meeting next week.
When passing by the workstation of a familiar colleague, the colleague grabbed Hu Jingkun.
"Caught?"
"Yes, that guy Mo's nose is sharper than a dog's."
"Next time, go from the smoking area. Lao Mo has rhinitis and won't go to the smoking area."
"The exhaust fan is always not turned on there, and the smoke is everywhere. I don't want to become a bacon."
"On purpose, so that when Old Mona presses people, he won't be able to go in and chase them away..."
"Okay, I'll try it next time..."
A colleague offered a move, but Hu Jingkun hesitated for a moment but did not refuse.
He returned to his work station, entered his password, reopened the computer, and stared at the screen in a daze.
The reason for working overtime is of course false.
It's just that at times like this, social workers often have no choice. They have to stay and work overtime when they have nothing to do.
He wandered around in major game forums and post bars, pretending to collect information, but in fact he was fishing in the water.
When the computer time came to 21:20, Hu Jingkun felt that it was almost done, so he repeated the process of not shutting down, only locking the screen, and getting up to go to the toilet.
When passing by a colleague's workstation, he handed me a cigarette case with a wink.
Hu Jingkun made an OK gesture, took the cigarette case, and walked slowly into the smoking area.
He doesn't smoke, he just pretends to smoke.
Working in a stressful workplace, smoking is an inevitable way to relieve stress.
Hand out cigarettes, light cigarettes by fire, and chat during a cigarette.
It’s fine if you don’t light up, just put on a cigarette and pretend to be cool, and no one will blame you.
After following this procedure, colleagues who were strangers to each other developed a strange tacit understanding.
…
After Hu Jingkun stayed in the smoke-filled smoking area for a few minutes, he smoked himself out and quietly left through another exit of the smoking area.
Lao Mo didn't catch him this time.
Clock out of get off work!
When the punch-in machine beeped, Hu Jingkun had already walked out of the company door.
He looked back at the darkened front desk of the company.
[Create happiness with heart and influence the world with love - Dream Game Company]
Ah!
Hu Jingkun shook his head and pressed the elevator's down button.
Before the elevator came, the company door opened again, and the programmer colleague who offered advice also slipped away.
They obviously got off work during normal off-duty hours, but the two of them laughed as if they had earned something.
Ding dong.
The elevator is here.
Hu Jingkun and his colleagues walked in.
When the elevator door closed, the two of them breathed a long sigh of relief, thankful to have escaped.
"Akun, do you want to come to Lianji on the weekend? Bobobo, start it!"
A colleague sent me a game invitation.
"No problem, I want to make a super drow sister, and the profession is paladin!"
"Oh, Shanzhuoer, you know how to play..."
"In that case, I will create a black-skinned half-orc with a brutal throwing style, and violently output behind you!"
The two lucky ones who "left early" chatted enthusiastically about their weekend game time, and they didn't separate until they arrived in front of the urban village.
A colleague went to the high-end community next door, where the monthly rent was 3,000+.
Hu Jingkun went to the dirty urban village, where the rent was 1,000+ a month.
Just like their salary comparison, 3:1.
Sorry, game copywriting and planning is the most useless position in the game industry, and it is only suitable for living in a village in the city.
