The next day, Meng Shu and Xia Nianzhen had a brief discussion on the scene.
But it's not so much a discussion as it is his words.
Because in fact it was him who was talking and Xia Nianzhen was listening.
What was originally just an ordinary communication turned into a meeting-like format.
Xia Nianzhen was a little embarrassed about her level of science fiction. She lowered her head frequently during the conversation, looking very embarrassed.
No matter what her boss said, she kept nodding her head without speaking or expressing her position.
Meng Shu was so stunned that he didn't know what to say.
After thinking about it, I had no choice but to give her some verbal encouragement, telling her not to worry and not to feel embarrassed. After all, people are not omnipotent. You just need to study hard in the areas of weakness.
Then he told her that he would hire an art director to help her carry out her work better.
Because learning also costs time.
In response, Xia Nianzhen gave a heavy hum and said that she would work hard and cooperate with the art director's work.
After the conversation, in the office, Meng Shu crossed his legs and leaned on the back of his chair.
On the computer screen in front of him were original paintings that looked quite exquisite.
Looking at these art designs with different styles, he already had an idea in his mind about how to recruit an art director.
According to the clues provided by Infinite Entertainment, the person he wanted was in Baoshu District in the same city.
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Shencheng, Baoshu District.
At 10:40 p.m., in a small street not far from the night market, a small food truck called Ah Cheng Noodles was ready to close its stall.
The owner and chef, Ah Cheng, is cleaning the kitchen counters and sanitation of the dining cart, because there are not many customers on this street now, and the number of people is gradually decreasing with the darkness of the night.
He usually sets up his stall around 4pm and closes it at around 11pm.
Because he has a daughter at home who needs to be taken care of, he doesn't work all night, so he doesn't choose to set up a stall in a night market with a lot of people.
For him, between the two choices of making money and having a daughter, he chose his daughter.
Because he only has one daughter left...
"Dad, it's time to pay~"
A little girl about four or five years old ran into the dining car with her homework book and pencils, and shouted softly to her father. She had a sleepy look on her face, as if she wanted to sleep.
"Okay, come on."
Ah Cheng put down the mop, wiped his hands on his apron, and walked out of the dining car.
Outside, there are several low tables and low stools placed on the floor, the kind that can be taken away at any time.
Since it was getting late, this street was not a night market, and there were few people, so all these tables were empty.
There was only one table where a customer wearing a hat and sunglasses was sitting, quietly drinking water.
Apparently, he had finished eating.
"Hello guest, a bowl of soybean noodles and two fried eggs, a total of ten yuan."
Ah Cheng smiled and quoted the price, thinking that this was the last customer. After he left, he could clean up and take his daughter home to rest.
"Boss, your place is a bit cheaper than other places."
The customer took out his mobile phone, scanned the QR code, and paid.
Hearing the reminder that the account had arrived, Ah Cheng smiled helplessly.
"It's too expensive and people won't eat it. And the night market is not far from here, so it's cheaper."
"Then do you make any money?"
Ah Cheng looked at his daughter who was sharpening a pencil on another table and smiled from the bottom of his heart.
"It's enough to feed her. I don't know anything else. I just care about her food and clothing."
"Then your daughter should be very proud to have a father who loves her like you."
Ah Cheng sighed and shook his head.
"How can she understand this now? She is making trouble every day. I am already busy, and here I have to keep an eye on her to prevent her from being abducted. Life is difficult."
"It's okay. When she gets older, she will know your good intentions. After all..."
The guest raised his head slightly and looked at the little girl behind a few tables opposite.
"...Not everyone can do it after going bankrupt and leaving home."
These words immediately made Ah Cheng's expression change.
After being stunned for a few seconds, his tone became slightly impatient.
"Guest, if there are no other needs, we will close the stall!"
As he spoke, he reached out to pick up the noodle bowl with only the soup base left, but was suddenly grabbed by the guest.
"Guest...you...?"
But the man wearing sunglasses had a calm tone and was not impatient.
"In 2011, my country's well-known CRPG space opera game "Star Frontier" ushered in a reboot. In the latest game, in addition to retaining the turn-based gameplay, it also won the game with a beautiful and unimaginable science fiction style. It has won the love of many players, and even beat the foreign science fiction game "Starship 2011" that year."
Ah Cheng's pupils suddenly shrank, he was a little overwhelmed, and he didn't even react when his hand was released.
"Afterwards, the developer took advantage of the popularity and released a large number of original concept drawings of the game on the Internet. At the Haicheng Game Carnival, it announced the sequel to the reboot of "Star Trek", completing the campaign. The main team members behind the scenes also One by one, they appeared. In addition to the producer who has attracted much attention, the other one is the main artist who has aroused discussion because of his wonderful art style. After all, it is playing against foreign games, and everyone thinks this is the glory of domestic production."
As he spoke, the guest picked up the half-full glass of pure water, shook it, and took a sip.
"Unfortunately, there is no news about the reboot and sequel of "Star Trek", known as the light of domestic production. In 2013, development chaos broke out and employees resigned, including the main artist who attracted attention for his art style. "
“Then in 2015, the developer of Star Wars took a small studio that had just been established to court for art infringement and won the case. Coincidentally, one of the founders of this studio There was the lead artist. I specifically looked through the judgment at that time, and guess what? The studio defendant went bankrupt, the partners disappeared, and the lead artist subsequently divorced and left the house, with the purpose of seeking custody rights. Tsk tsk, It’s hard for me to imagine this kind of courage.”
The guest raised his head slightly, and in the night, his sharp eyes looked straight through his sunglasses, staring at Ah Cheng who was already stunned.
"Why is this?"
Ah Cheng was stunned on the spot and didn't know how to answer, and then he spoke in a daze.
"Who are you?"
After hearing this, the guest took off his sunglasses and put down his water glass.
"Then introduce yourself."
As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand with a slight smile in the dim light of the night.
"My surname is Meng, and my name is Meng Shu. I am a game entrepreneur. Hello, Mr. Fang Yuancheng."
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Gaming...Entrepreneur...?
Fang Yuancheng was stunned for a moment, a little surprised.
He shook hands with the man named Meng with an expression of surprise.
The man in front of him was extremely young, like a college student who had just graduated.
But his way of speaking and behavior seemed sophisticated.
It feels a bit shameless...
Game Entrepreneur?...
"Are you looking for me?"
Meng Shu looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, about 35 years old. When he faced himself sitting down, he was a little surprised when he was standing.
"I said I am an entrepreneur, do you really believe me?"
"That's not it."
Fang Yuancheng smiled to himself.
"It's past 11 o'clock in the evening, there are no people here, and the light is dark. You, a young man, have been eating noodles here and chatting for a long time. Are you here to have fun?"
He pointed to the end of the street and said.
"Go straight over there and turn left, and you'll find the night market. It's more lively to have fun there than here."
Meng Shu smiled after hearing this, but he didn't expect so much.
I just think this guy is pretty smart.
"A game maker comes to you, Mr. Fang, what do you think it will be?"
Meng Shu threw the question back, but it was considered another answer.
Fang Yuancheng was stunned, looking a little unbelievable.
"I...could it be...could it be..."
He didn't finish what he said, but the meaning behind it was already obvious.
Meng Shu shook his head, took out a business card, and handed it over.
Fang Yuancheng took it and looked at it in the dim light.
"The only...only game...?"
It turns out that he is really a game entrepreneur! And he is also the founder of this company?
"The "Dark Forest", "Blackjack", "Face" and "Sky Mountain" on the market are all games developed by our company. At the same time, Infinite Entertainment is our main cooperative publisher. If you have never heard of the only game, You must have heard of Infinite Entertainment, right?"
Meng Shu opened his mouth and slowly recounted these historical achievements.
Fang Yuancheng was stunned again and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.
Let’s not talk about Infinite Entertainment for now. The four games we just released are so impressive!
As a former game practitioner, I naturally know what these four games represent.
I just can't think of it...
Unexpectedly, the founders of the developers of these four games came to them personally...
For him now, this is really... flattering!
but...
Fang Yuancheng smiled to himself.
"Mr. Meng, you may have found the wrong person. I don't know what you want from me, but I know that I can't bring you anything."
After saying that, Fang Yuancheng turned around and entered the dining car, took out two beers from the freezer, and picked up some peanuts and brought them up.
Meng Shu watched quietly as he put down the peanut plate and took out two disposable paper cups and filled them each. I saw him take out the low stool and sit down, and drank the beer in one gulp.
Finally he breathed out a sigh of relief.
"I still have a daughter to raise. In order to take care of her, I can't join those companies. Because as you know, in the game industry, working overtime is normal. I am the only girl left, and her grandparents left early. I If she joins a company, who will take care of her? A daycare? But she has lost her mother's love, will she also lose the remaining father's love..."
As he spoke, he knocked on the low table in front of him with a bitter look on his face.
"I don't want to sell fans and noodles, but I have no choice. In order to take care of her, I can only do this. During the day, I will book manuscripts, and at night, I will sell fans and noodles. But the market for booking manuscripts has become more and more popular as people get more and more popular. There are more and more people coming, and the sources of business are becoming more and more fixed. It is difficult for me to keep the same price as before. It even takes time and effort to write a draft, and the money I make is not as much as I sell fans..."
"So Mr. Meng, I'm glad you can find me. I also want to get back to my old job, but I can't ignore this girl. I can only say sorry to you here for making your trip in vain. This beer , I invited you!"
After that, he filled another glass for himself and toasted to Meng Shu.
The latter just picked up the paper cup and touched it lightly with him.
"I did it, you can do whatever you want!"
Fang Yuancheng raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Meng Shu watched calmly from the side.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, but quickly disappeared.
Just clinking glasses, there is a small detail.
Fang Yuancheng lowered his cup.
In the wine table culture, this is respect, and there are priorities.
This Fang Yuancheng...
He, Meng Shu, was treated as a guest.
Meng Shu chuckled and took a sip from the paper cup. Then he picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, smiling.
"Mr. Fang Yuancheng, do you think this is a problem?"
Fang Yuancheng was stunned and suddenly looked at Meng Shu.
That look is self-explanatory.
Meng Shu picked up another peanut and threw it into his mouth. While chewing it, he took out his mobile phone.
Through the bright screen, there is a rather spectacular science fiction building above.
There are endless tall buildings standing there.
The light pollution of feasting and feasting lingers among them.
It looks like a future technological city.
But to use another word, it’s very cyberpunk-like!
Meng Shu put his cell phone on the low table, not caring whether there was oil on it.
Then he pointed at the original painting in front of him and spoke calmly.
"You have the ability."
Then, he took out a hundred-yuan note and placed it next to the phone.
"And I have the money."
Meng Shu dragged the banknotes onto the phone, covering the cyberpunk-style city. He raised his head, looked at Fang Yuancheng, and smiled.
"I use this money to hire your abilities."
"As long as your ability is greater than this amount of money, then the problems you are worried about are not problems for me."
Fang Yuancheng froze on the spot.
Regarding the young entrepreneur in front of him, he felt a little shaken in his heart.
If you don’t want to go back to your old career, that’s impossible.
With his ability, it would be no problem to find a company for around 8,000 yuan per month, not to mention 10,000 yuan.
But now, because of the little girl. He couldn't leave her alone at home, or at school.
She is only five years old, which will further alienate her from her father's love as she already lacks maternal love. It was a bad thing for her growing up.
Besides, if something happens...
Then he will never forgive himself for the rest of his life...
"Meng...Mr. Meng...if...it's possible...what should we do...?"
Unknowingly, Fang Yuancheng's address to Meng Shu changed from Mr. Meng to Mr. Meng.
The latter nodded slightly and spoke slowly.
"Based on your ability, I can temporarily give you 10,000 yuan in the first three months. When you feel it is suitable, we can sign a ten-year contract with a monthly salary of about 35,000 yuan, paid annually. Other benefits are all in labor In the contract, I don’t want to go into details here.”
"In addition, you can work remotely from home for the time being. Because the company is now too small and there is not much space left. After the new company is renovated, you will need to go to work. The new company is in Jichuang Industrial Park, not far from you. , it takes about 40 minutes to drive. My food and accommodation are included, and I can rent you a room. You can also bring your daughter to work, and I will give you a separate office."
"Provided that..."
Meng Shu took the hundred-yuan note away from his phone and pointed at the cyberpunk city on the phone screen.
"...Your sword is not old yet."
Fang Yuancheng pursed his lips and stared at his past works on his phone in trance.
Not only because of touching the scene, but also because of Mr. Meng’s words.
Now, after seeing this picture, he can still recall every detail of how he created it.
The entrepreneur in front of him put it in front of him, and he was confident that he could still do it!
After all, this was the guy he used to eat, and his expertise was engraved in his bones.
But he didn't know how to answer.
Bragging that there is no problem? Or should I just be modest and low-key and say that it should be okay?
He wasn't sure.
For a moment, he was in trouble.
car?
He didn't.
When the studio went bankrupt, it had already been sold.
Now there is only one commercial house left, which is the last harbor for him and his daughter.
I don’t know how long I can keep selling noodles and noodles.
As my daughter grows up, my expenses will increase.
If he continues like this, can he bring a good life to his daughter?
Fang Yuancheng hesitated and subconsciously looked at Meng Shu, only to find that the young man in front of him was looking elsewhere.
He followed his line of sight and saw his daughter sleeping on her stomach not far away.
The little girl seemed to be so sleepy that she fell asleep directly because it was too late.
Even the pencil was still in the pencil sharpener.
At this moment, Fang Yuancheng made up his mind.
He wanted to pave a way for his daughter to grow up well.
Look at yourself now, compared with before, what does it look like?
What kind of good life can this give my daughter?
So, he looked at Meng Shu again.
He opened his mouth, but stopped talking.
With his eyes flashing, he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.
Taking advantage of the alcohol he had just gained, he looked at Meng Shu sincerely and spoke the truth.
"If you don't mind... I would like to...! I can do it too...!"
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I deleted all this chapter I wrote yesterday because I didn’t write it well. I'm really sorry, welcome to the group of Angry Whip authors
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