From poor god to richest man

Chapter 21 A Dress 888
When Li Hubai asked how much the fashion should be priced, Zhen Qiong subconsciously wanted to use the lowest price set by the system, which was 98 yuan a set.

But when I think of "Curse of Dawn", it is precisely because of the low price that many players buy several copies, and in a short period of time, the sales of the game directly take off.

If "Toxic Milk Wars" is relaunched, as the only payment point for the game, and the price is not high, will players buy several sets of fashions and wear them every day?
Players of online games are often more willing to spend money than players of stand-alone games.

Especially those local tyrants, who can even spend hundreds of millions in game accounts.

By then, the game had indeed made a profit, but Zhen Qiong had lost blood.

After learning from the pain, Zhen Qiong felt that he could not fall twice in the same place.

So he clicked into the interface of the game selling fashion, wanting to refer to the price of fashion in the game before, and then his eyes became hot again.

The fashions sold in the game are either colorful, like a salad, or glittering with gold, exuding a strong earthy upstart temperament.

As far as these fashions are concerned, they are shamelessly called "mythical fashions", and a set will sell for [-] dragon coins. I have to say that Wen Mingjun is really black.

Turning off the fashion page, Zhen Qiong pinched his eyebrows again, and then said: "Mythical fashion, a set of 880 Eight Dragon Coins, cannot be added with attributes that destroy the balance of the game, and the appearance should not be so exaggerated , you can figure out the rest yourself."

Although he only watched it for a while, Zhen Qiong still noticed that these mythical costumes would increase the character's attack, defense, health, and movement speed.

Anyway, except for the bonus points, all the attributes of the game characters have a huge bonus.

If a local tyrant buys a set of mythical costumes, he can hang up a hundred prostitute players to fight. It is worth mentioning that there is an arena in this game.

So Zhen Qiong decisively cut off the attributes of the fashion. In this way, the fashion can only bring changes in appearance at most, and it can be said that the enhancement of the game characters is minimal.

What do local tyrants spend money on online games?It's not for pretending, but also for beating other players.

When they find out that the most expensive costume they bought can neither be used to pretend to be aggressive nor help them beat other players, then what's the point of buying this costume?
As for a set of 880 Eight Dragon Huang Coins, only the rich will buy it, but ordinary players will also be daunted by it.

What's more, they can play games happily without buying fashion, so why spend money?

In this way, if the fashion as the only point of sale cannot be sold, how can the game make money?
"This god son is simply a little genius!"

Zhen Qiong thought happily in his heart, but he didn't see that Li Hubai next to him had a flash of light in his eyes, as if he had thought of something.

But he didn't say it directly. Instead, he wrote it down and asked, "Okay, Mr. Zhen. Do you have any other requirements?"

"The arena must be absolutely fair. In the arena, the only thing that can determine the outcome, apart from a small amount of luck, is the player's skill."

In order to prevent local tyrants from spending money, Zhen Qiong killed all directions in the arena, and decisively solved this problem in advance.

"Okay. Mr. Zhen."

"Also, there are too few occupations for players to choose from in the game, and they need to continue to increase."

Zhen Qiong took a rough look and found that there are only five professions in the game, swordsman, archer, magician, fighter, and paladin.

He didn't want to allow players to have more choices, but he thought that if there were more occupations, more money would be spent.

Otherwise, if there are only five occupations, how much money can be spent?

"Mr. Zhen, we originally planned to do a career change system. It is a profession. After reaching a certain level, there are four forks to choose from. For example, a swordsman can be changed to become a swordsman of light. The swordsman of the sword, the swordsman of the element, and the swordsman of blood."

"This plan is good. However, I hope that different job transfers will be completely different in terms of skills and gameplay, rather than being the same. It's not that the job transfers have different names, but the skills seem to be different. Exactly the same.”

"Okay. Mr. Zhen. I thought so too, but it was not implemented because the required budget would be multiplied."

Zhen Qiong raised his hand and said, "Money is not a problem, you need to have more skills, be unique, and be gorgeous."

Pointing to the weapon held in the character's hand, Zhen Qiong continued: "Since we are going to change jobs, we need to distinguish the equipment used by different jobs. For example, the sword used by this swordsman, the entire game There are only a few of them, obviously not enough.”

"Okay. Mr. Zhen. We will develop a variety of weapons and equipment to enrich this aspect."

Li Hubai memorized it in his notebook for a while before continuing to ask: "Mr. Zhen, do we want to add a sales point for selling weapons and equipment?"

In the past, weapons and equipment were obtained by buying boxes in the mall and opening the boxes. Although a box only sold for one yuan, the items given were random.

In other words, if you are unlucky, you may not be able to see the weapon you want even if you spend hundreds of dollars.

Under Wen Mingjun's suggestion, such "unlucky" players will account for more than [-]% of the total number of players.

Zhen Qiong looked at Li Hubai, and said in his heart: "Little brother, your thinking is very dangerous! How can you think about money for everything?"

Originally wanted to criticize Li Hubai, but Zhen Qiong thought about it again, Li Hubai had been poisoned by Wen Mingjun for so long, it is normal that this kind of thinking will not change for a while, there is no need to embarrass him in public.

"I'm still kind-hearted!"

After being a little moved by himself, Zhen Qiong said: "Weapons and equipment can be obtained in the game, and they can be given away after completing tasks, and they can also be dropped by swiping pictures. It is guaranteed that players will not lose their weapons because of weapons when going through the game story. Obstacles due to equipment."

"Okay. Mr. Zhen. I understand."

After writing down Zhen Qiong's request, Li Hubai asked: "Mr. Zhen, since the game was suspended before and the company has no money, so our server is gone, and the player data is also lost. Do you want to rent the server again? Come back? Maybe you can restore some player data."

"how much is it?"

"Because we rented the cheapest server at the beginning, almost two thousand Longhuang coins a month."

Zhen Qiong glanced at Li Hubai and said: "This level of server, don't mention it again in the future, buy a new server, it is the same as "Curse of Dawn"! As for the data of previous players, we even It’s all changed, why do you need their data?”

"The same style as "Curse of Dawn"..."

Li Hubai couldn't help but swallowed. He knew that server. It was the best server in the world today. Whether it was supporting equipment, defense power, or after-sales service, it was also top-notch in the industry.

But the price is at least tens of millions of Longhuang coins, which is more than the money used to acquire the quagmire network.

With such a server as support, the game freezes and disconnection problems that were often criticized by people are all solved.

Even some functions that he has been coveting for a long time can be put on the agenda.

As for the previous player's data, since Boss Zhen doesn't like it, then just don't use it, and it will save a lot of trouble.

"Speaking of player data, what account is used to log in to this game?" Zhen Qiong asked.

"Register a game account and bind your phone."

Zhen Qiong leaned back in the chair, gently squeezed the thumb of his left hand, and after a while, he slowly said, "It's not enough."

(End of this chapter)