At 3:15 in the afternoon, the Lufthansa plane finally landed at Shuangliu Airport. The passengers on the plane were quite satisfied that the plane arrived on time.
The eighteen hours of flight time made everyone very tired. Walking on the ground, you can still feel the slight shaking and bumps.
The domestic flight attendant below politely took everyone onto the shuttle bus. Just when she turned around to go back and pack her things, she stumbled and almost fell down. Then she was gently supported by an old man over fifty years old.
"Thank you." said the frightened flight attendant.
"You're welcome." The old man replied in fluent Chinese.
His Mandarin is very authentic and does not have the common Prussian accent. If you just listen to his voice, you would not even think that he is a foreigner.
But if you see the other person, you will find that he must particularly like pandas.
He was wearing a panda sunhat, a small panda backpack, and the clothes on his body were printed with panda patterns. Even the sightseeing brochure in his hand was an introduction to the panda training base.
After getting on the shuttle bus, he continued to read the manual. After arriving at the station, he collected his luggage. After leaving the station, he looked at the exit for a long time, but he did not see the familiar Mediterranean bald man.
After watching in confusion for a while, it took him a long time to see someone in the crowd holding a huge sign with his name written on it, "Hoffman."
The person holding the sign looked familiar. He looked like his old friend, Teacher Shen, but his old friend shouldn't have that much hair.
Just when he was thinking about who the other party was, the other party was already approaching and said dissatisfiedly as he walked: "Hoffman, you saw me, why didn't you react at all?"
Hoffman was still warily looking at the creature in front of him that looked like Mr. Shen.
Facial features, like...
Clothes, like...
Sound, like...
Hair volume, unlike.
Taking a step back, he asked warily: "Who are you and why do you know my name?"
"Stop making trouble." Teacher Shen said helplessly, "I'm old Shen."
"My best friend Lao Shen doesn't have so much hair."
"People change."
"You once said that hair transplantation is your last insistence, and you will never wear a wig."
"It's not the wig, it's not Gui, it's me. Okay, you just want to play this joke, right? "Gintama" is over, come with me."
Only then did Hoffman give Teacher Shen a friendly hug, and then looked at Teacher Shen's hair in surprise, knowing for the first time that it was really possible for humans to defeat baldness.
Teacher Shen's hair now looks like Fangcheng's leeks, dignified and straight, each hair proudly puffing up his chest, showing off his strong figure.
After watching it for a while, Hoffman said with emotion: "Okay..."
"Not bad." Teacher Shen stroked his hair proudly but cautiously, "Okay, where to go next. Let me tell you first, you can't go to the Panda Training Base. I didn't make an appointment for you."
"That's it..."
"I can't go to the hotpot for the time being. It's too early now. I'll talk about it later..."
"That's it."
After his thoughts were seen through, Hoffman was not too embarrassed and said directly: "Let's go to Fangcheng Studio first."
"Okay, let me say it first."
"No, let's just take a look at it from a distance. Lao Shen, you have an old saying, "Be a villain first, then a gentleman. Even if the other person is your student, I won't take too much care of him. If I don't like the other person's behavior style" , then I will leave immediately. I will find other people to take care of the previous game releases, but I will not help."
"No problem." Lao Shen said confidently, "Let's go."
Taking a taxi online, Hoffman leaned in the back seat with his eyes closed to relax, while Teacher Shen sat aside and did not contact Fang Cheng.
He knew that his old friend Hoffmann was an upright old man and the vice president of the Prussian game industry union, and he hated overtime in the game industry.
Exploitation in the gaming industry is serious domestically and equally serious abroad.
Because games have so many emotional components, many foreign game studios often use the "power generation with love" thing to get their employees to work overtime for free.
Moreover, the halo of foreign producers is relatively heavy. Some producers talk about giving better learning opportunities to the younger generations, but in fact they use suppression and other methods to force the younger generations to process for free, and even brainwash the other party, creating the impression that they are "good for the other party." illusion.
Since games are usually backed by large-scale capital, the power of individuals is extremely limited in the face of capital. Therefore, the game union is an organization that strives to unite game practitioners, hoping to unite gamers around the world to form a group that can fight against capital. .
This organization has its own branches in Europe and America, but it is still blank in China and there are currently no relevant personnel involved.
From Shuangliu Airport to the High-tech Zone, it was already 4:50 when they arrived at their destination.
Putting his luggage at the service counter of a nearby shopping mall, Hoffman saw machines placed on the indoor square of the shopping mall. The game screens were played in a loop on the screen outside the machines, which looked quite exciting.
There are people waiting outside the machine, and these people all seem to know each other. They are still exchanging the usage of different machines at this time, and the atmosphere is very harmonious.
Although Hoffman is already in his early fifties and can no longer play many exciting and thrilling games, he still likes to watch anchors play such games and nods frequently at the game graphics.
"Nice game graphics, reminds me of the arcades when I was a kid. Which game manufacturer is this?"
"From Fangcheng Studio." Teacher Shen said proudly.
"oh……"
Hoffman nodded, knowing why Teacher Shen admired Fang Cheng so much.
The graphics alone are not inferior to first-tier masterpieces, and although using arcade machines is a bit unpopular, judging from the flow of people, every machine can basically remain full, so the income is quite high.
He and Teacher Shen have the same view on the criteria for judging good games.
It’s not necessarily a good game that makes money, but a good game must be able to make money.
Games that cannot make money will be classified as works of art by him. He will agree with the other party's artistic concept, but he does not think it is a good game.
And Fang Cheng’s “Squirrel Ship” is a good game.
Although he hasn't met him yet, the games he saw made him very fond of Fangcheng Studio.
After admiring it for a while, he said to Teacher Shen: "Let's go, we can go see their studio."
"It's late." Teacher Shen looked at the time and said helplessly, "They are off work."
"...Don't work overtime?"
"No overtime."
Hoffman looked at Teacher Shen suspiciously, with 10,000 disbeliefs in his heart.
However, when he walked to the door of Fangcheng Studio and saw that the studio was deserted, he had to believe that his old friend was telling the truth.
There was no one in the studio except for a calico cat licking the back of his hand, completely ignoring the two people outside.
Standing next to Hoffman, Teacher Shen asked, "Would you like me to call you and ask."
"No need... no, let's fight."
Teacher Shen then dialed the phone and asked: "Fang Cheng, the person in charge of the overseas publisher I told you before is here. Are you interested in coming over to meet him now?"
"Yes, but don't have time? Why? Don't you want to do things during non-working hours?"
"But this matter is very important. Isn't it okay? Okay. Then we'll come over tomorrow morning."
After hanging up the phone, Teacher Shen shrugged: "As you can see, no."
"Not bad." Hoffman sighed with his eyes widened. "It's rare to see someone who adheres to such principles. Did you tell him that I am the vice president of the union?"
"We don't really care about that."
"Oh, too."
Although he was rejected, Hoffman was still very happy.
This behavior of adhering to his own principles and never working overtime made him quite satisfied, and he was full of confidence in future cooperation.
They went to a famous hot pot restaurant near Yulin West Road to eat hot pot, and then went to a nearby tavern to drink some beer. After that, they returned to the hotel and had a pleasant sleep.
After waking up, Hoffman dispelled yesterday's fatigue, put on his plaid suit, and then went to Fangcheng Studio with Teacher Shen.
After seeing Fang Cheng, Hoffman was wowed.
The producer in front of him was very attractive. Teacher Shen on the side looked at Hoffman's reaction with satisfaction, and then said: "Does it have the same style as I did back then?"
"No, he doesn't like to brag."
While Hoffman was sizing up Fang Cheng, Fang Cheng was also observing him.
The opponent was a strong Prussian with a very eye-catching beard, and his appearance was somewhat similar to a certain Prussian great in the textbook.
After introducing each other, Hoffman looked at the size of the studio, and then asked doubtfully: "Are there only eight of you?"
"Yes, that's enough. Basically, I provide a framework and my colleagues help complete it." Fang Cheng replied with a smile.
"We came here at 5:21 yesterday, and you were already off work at that time. Is it like this every day, or just occasionally?"
"Every day."
Hoffman asked a few more questions, and then found that Fang Cheng answered quickly and promptly, with no signs of lying.
Through the glass of the conference room, he looked at the other people outside and found that everyone was engaged and efficient in their work.
These people don't fish or stand still. If there is a problem that causes the owner to be stuck, they will quickly ask the opinions of those around them and get answers quickly.
Their intensity was high, but everyone looked happy and seemed to be going about their business rather than working.
This is a very dynamic company with great potential, Hoffman asserts.
After observing for a while, Hoffman asked curiously: "Fang Cheng, I see that your colleagues are full of enthusiasm in doing things, so I am a little curious, how do you manage them?"
"Normal management." Fang Cheng replied, "That means normal commuting, normal holidays, normal salary payments, and then normal salary increases and dividends."
"That's it."
Hoffman nodded.
What is normal here is actually the biggest abnormality.
Many Prussian game companies are unable to do this. Many studios even require employees to live on the floor, and the treatment is not much better than in China.
After learning all this, Hoffman found that the environment here was better than he imagined.
If there is no problem with the basic environment, then it’s time for dinner.
Under Fang Cheng's arrangement, Hoffman sat in front of a computer, turned on the computer, and started running Tianmo.
Although the company's all-in-one VR machine can also run, Hoffman is already a fifty-year-old man after all, so it is better to use a computer for this kind of thing.
The language can already be changed in the game's settings interface. After discovering that Prussian was also available, Hoffman's favorable impression of Fangcheng Studio improved a lot again.
After the opening animation appeared, the old game producer's eyes widened immediately and he was amazed at the picture on the screen.
With lifelike modeling and antique-style graphics, the game is stunning at first glance, just like his wife from thirty years ago. It arouses imagination and makes people imagine.
However, picture deception is common, and many large companies are not exempt from it, just like his wife is now...
Ignoring those personal matters for the time being, he focused his attention on the game, and then found that the translation of this game was too good.
The characters' voices are still in Chinese, but Prussian subtitles will be added to the dialogue, and slang is specifically used in many places. Some examples are even examples that Prussians can understand, which once again increased Hoffman's favor for the game.
Moreover, the content of the game does not deliberately cater to overseas players. Instead, it fully demonstrates its own national style and unique charm.
Even players who are used to seeing myths and their own fantasy can feel the charm through the pictures and integrate into this game full of oriental charm.
Teacher Shen also felt a little moved after seeing that Hoffman was quickly immersed in the game as soon as he sat down.
While drinking tea from Fang Cheng's studio, he looked at Fang Cheng and asked, "Fang Cheng, arrange a machine for me too."
Fang Cheng did not agree immediately, but looked at the other person and asked, "Teacher Shen, have you had a little irregular heartbeat recently?"
"Yes, how did you tell?" Teacher Shen asked in surprise.
"And you drank too much yesterday and didn't sleep well, right?"
After smelling his sleeve, Teacher Shen felt that he didn't drink that much.
Why is it smelled?
But immediately, he came to his senses and continued to ask: "What does this have to do with the machine?"
"Horror games, players with irregular heartbeats should not play it."
"...Is it really a horror game? Isn't it a cool game with a horror label?"
"no."
Teacher Shen frowned and looked at Fang Cheng, not believing that the other party could really play a horror game.
But soon, he believed it.
In less than half an hour, Hoffman said "Ahhhhh" and then a series of Prussian words. Teacher Shen had never seen such an old friend lose his temper.
The elegant vice-president of the guild had completely lost the gentleness he had at that time. He twisted his thighs with a distorted expression, and then said bitterly: "The plot planner of this game should be shot."
Beside him, Huang Ping nodded in agreement.
Tang Mo, your bad reputation has spread from China to Prussia.
(End of chapter)
