After repeatedly telling himself that Fangcheng Studio was a regular studio and that no one would be too lazy here, Huang Ping'an made up his mind and started working.
The computer's permissions were opened, and Huang Ping downloaded a new game with P4 as the game number from svn, "Quietness to Cultivation".
According to Huang Ping's understanding, there are only four people in the company.
There is no art, the programming work is handled by Fang Cheng, and the art is handled by outsourcing. After that, Fang Cheng sets the game filters and renders the game atmosphere.
Although he had known that Fang Cheng's game was well optimized and used excellent filters, Huang Ping was still shocked after entering the game.
What kind of magical filter is this!
In order to fit the environment and the "meditation" artistic conception this time, Fang Cheng boldly used ink-style filters, making the game screen full of fairy spirit and agility.
With his eyes widened, he had been staring at the screen motionlessly since entering the game, as if he had been transported to another world in an instant and saw that magnificent scene.
The wind is blowing, the clouds are rolling, and violent natural disasters appear and disappear at extremely fast speeds, blowing away the plants on the ground and blowing away their own flesh and blood.
But the next moment, all things revived, and flowers grew along the ground at an extremely fast speed. The ground that was exposed just now was instantly wrapped in vegetation, returning to the original scene of all things competing.
In just a few minutes, there is a sense of changes in the world, things have changed, and every frame can be cut out and used as a screen saver.
"What the hell……"
For several minutes, Huang Ping stared blankly at the screen, his language skills deteriorating rapidly, and he could only repeat "I'll choke you."
After finally regaining his composure, he gasped for air.
Wiping the sweat from his head, he looked at Fang Cheng, who was thinking about the problem not far away, and finally understood why Xiaodouzi admired him so much.
With such a great god by his side, he would be willing to do it every day, just to get some immortality.
Xiaodouzi on the side looked at Huang Ping's reaction proudly, and then whispered: "Try to control the character, it will be more fun."
Huang Ping looked at Xiaodouzi with wide eyes and couldn't help but ask: "How much better can it be?"
"Yes, and when you understand the real gameplay of this game, it will be even more exciting."
"Isn't it?"
After swallowing hard, Huang Ping finally got around to controlling the character. The smooth feel made his skin crawl and make him gasp.
Although Fang Cheng may not feel it himself, he is getting better and better at operating the feel.
The operation of the earliest "Second Son of the Forest" was already quite smooth, the 3D jumping game "Born to Death" has been significantly improved, the feel of "Princess Dungeon" has become more mature, and "Jing Yi" Self-cultivation" can be said to be perfect.
Four games can achieve an incredible level of hand feel. This skill can only be described as genius.
The game requires joint operation of the keyboard and mouse, and whether the characters move or use skills, they are all smooth and mind-numbingly smooth.
And when Huang Ping personally understood the effects of meditation, the effects of Kung Fu, and the effects of Gang Feng, he felt something light up in his mind, and his whole body seemed to have been opened up to the Ren and Du meridians, and he started to tremble with excitement.
"Chicken?"
"That's right." Xiaodouzi said with certainty, "It's chicken fighting. I guess the boss found inspiration from the previous PVP in "Princess Dungeon", and then derived the chicken fighting gameplay from it. This is why the boss did it so quickly. . Reuse the functions of the original game and turn it into a new game, which is worthy of being a boss."
This approach cannot be regarded as eating two fish with one fish, but the adaptation and improvement of the gameplay. This also allows Huang Ping to see the shadow of industrialization of games.
There are already some ready-made examples of industrialization abroad. This is the case with Ubisoft games. When a bug appears in one of its games, the same bug will definitely appear in other games. This is the ultimate example of code reuse. Good evidence.
Under industrialized conditions, a game can be developed quickly by reusing code and other elements, saving a lot of time and costs, and further reducing game costs.
However, this problem is still far away. What Huang Ping needs to consider now is how to make the game more fun.
He began to test the game, and the more he played, the more excited he became. Every time he had an idea, he would stop to communicate with Xiaodouzi, and then continue the game with more ideas.
Thanks to the game's good engine and physical environment, Huang Ping found that all the functions he wanted could be realized in the game. This game was like a gentle woman, gently and tolerantly accepting all his ideas. It can even be done better.
Every cell was in a carnival, and his brain seemed to have experienced a massage. The intracranial orgasm bloomed like fireworks, making him so excited that he couldn't control himself.
The day passed quickly, and by five o'clock in the afternoon, the notebook in his hand was full of ideas.
Even now, he is still too excited to stop.
It had been a long time since he had experienced this feeling of exhilaration, this feeling of cheering for every thought.
After struggling to become the chief planner, Huang Ping's daily task became to look at the backend, look at data, read various reports, and then integrate various profit points.
Gameplay is no longer what he considers, payment rate and conversion rate are.
Where do players exit, and why does this step increase player retention? Things that have nothing to do with gameplay are the focus of his consideration, not why the game is fun.
At this moment, he finally regained his original intention of working in the game industry, which made him addicted and unable to extricate himself.
Therefore, when Fang Cheng said that it was time to go home and enjoy life after get off work, Huang Ping immediately shouted: "Boss, I will work overtime for a while, you go first."
"Our studio refuses to work overtime when it is not necessary, no matter what the reason."
"Please be considerate to me, boss! I'll pay for the electricity bill, and I'll pay for the loss of computers, tables and chairs. Can you let me work overtime?" Huang Ping said with a tearful voice.
Facing Huang Ping's plea, Fang Cheng said in a calm but unarguable tone: "I'm sorry, this is a matter of principle. You can take your time, I'm really not in a hurry."
"But I'm anxious! I won't feel comfortable if this game doesn't come out for a day! Or I can copy it back and I'll do it slowly at home."
"Oh, you reminded me." Fang Cheng looked at Xiaodouzi thoughtfully, "Recently, I feel that the numerical progress is a bit ahead of schedule. Xiaodouzi should have taken the work home to do it. According to the studio According to the regulations, I will give you a day off."
"Boss, you can't do this to me!" Xiaodouzi shouted.
"Okay, that's a happy decision. I'm off work now, let's go home."
After forcing everyone away, Fang Cheng replenished the essential oils in the office with spiritual energy, and went to the tea room to water his spiritual herbs.
Fang Cheng smiled with satisfaction when he saw the spiritual grass growing again after being cut.
You should be so gentle towards your employees.
I'm such a good boss.
On the other side, Huang Ping felt disappointed when he walked out of the company, and finally understood why Xu Qingling and Xiaodouzi complained about not working overtime.
Boss, why do you deprive me of my freedom to work overtime!
At this time, the phone rang. After getting through, my girlfriend asked with concern: "Xiao Pingping, how do you feel about your first day at work?"
"not too good."
"Meet the second Kong Kong?"
"No, the boss won't let us work overtime."
Looking at the phone, the girlfriend suspected that something was wrong with her husband-to-be.
Are you speaking human language?
