From poor god to richest man

Chapter 317

Seeing that Boss Zhen still had a third request, Tian Cong quickly took out his mobile phone and prepared to record it. The first two requests gave him some kind of inspiration.

If Mr. Zhen continues to make requests, maybe his inspiration can be made clearer. If he misses the inspiration because he didn't record it in time, it would be a waste of money.

Tian Cong himself would not forgive himself.

Zhen Qiong didn't care much about Tian Cong's seriousness, he just felt that Tian Cong had figured it out and decided to join Qiongshen, so he could show a serious side in front of his boss.

So he continued: "The third requirement is to allow the second-generation handheld to have social functions, instead of allowing players to build a narrow area and seal themselves off."

This request, Zhen Qiong thinks, is the most "successful" request. Serious handheld player, who likes to socialize?
On the Earth Blue Star, limited by the performance of handheld consoles, there is no handheld console that focuses on social interaction.

The banner of all handhelds is to play games anytime and anywhere, such as on the bus, on the subway, or hiding under the covers and playing games secretly.

Which of these occasions are suitable for socializing?
Zhen Qiong believes that if the second-generation consoles are used to focus on social interaction, it will undoubtedly be a waste of money, and the game is doomed!

However, after hearing Mr. Zhen's third request, something seemed to explode in Tian Cong's mind.

He only felt that in the originally pitch-black space, there were colorful rays of light scattered in all directions, like a certain cat's emoji.

The inspiration that was floating around before and could not be grasped is now like a spring, constantly gushing out.

"So that's it! Yes! That's how it should be! No wonder Mr. Zhen said that my path has gone astray! It really has gone astray!"

Tian Cong's fingers flew like flying, and he recorded the inspiration that came out, for fear that if he moved slowly, the inspiration in his mind would disappear like fireworks.

If it wasn't for the faint glimpse that Tian Cong was indeed recording his request, Zhen Qiong would have thought that Tian Cong was playing games in front of him!And it's a music game.

After a while, Tian Cong stopped what he was doing and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He picked up the cold tea in front of him, and drank it down without any distaste.

Recording all the inspirations in his mind in one breath, his head is buzzing now. This kind of high-intensity mental exercise causes fatigue to the body, which is no less than moving bricks on the construction site.

"How is it? Can you accept these three requests?" Zhen Qiong asked.

"No problem. Mr. Zhen, I will definitely implement your request into the second-generation handheld!"

If it was normal, Tian Cong's eyes would definitely be shining now, but the output just now made him a little tired, and the light in his eyes dimmed a lot.

Therefore, Zhen Qiong did not notice that Tian Cong's whole thoughts had undergone earth-shaking changes at this time.

Moreover, Tian Cong was willing to follow his request and make changes to the second-generation handheld, which made him very happy, so he ignored Tian Cong's changes.

"By the way, there is another trivial request." Zhen Qiong said.

"Mr. Zhen, please tell me." Tian Cong is now very sure that Mr. Zhen not only has a talent beyond ordinary people in game design, but also in designing game consoles, it is difficult for anyone to compare with him.

Even if it's him, even in the handheld field he is best at, if he compares it carefully with Mr. Zhen, there is still an obvious gap.

You must know that he has been thinking about the design of handheld devices for a long time, but Mr. Zhen has never designed a handheld device.

But it was only a brief contact, and after reading his concept draft, every request he made hit the bullseye, laying a solid foundation for the second-generation handheld console.

As long as he strictly follows Mr. Zhen's requirements and makes the second-generation handheld, it will definitely be several times better than the concept draft handheld.

Therefore, facing Mr. Zhen's new request, Tian Cong was not displeased at all, but was full of expectations.

"It's the overall color of the second-generation handheld console. This technology-oriented color will give people a sense of alienation. Handheld consoles bring people joy. I think it would be better to use lighter colors."

"Mr. Zhen, you are right!"

All success is inseparable from the details, don't look at just changing the color of the second-generation handheld.

But as Mr. Zhen said, before players officially get the second-generation handheld, the color and appearance are the first façade to attract players.

As long as it gives players a good first impression, the sales of the second-generation handheld console can be guaranteed to a certain extent.

If the appearance and color of the second-generation handheld console are similar to that of a smartphone, players will subconsciously feel that instead of buying this thing, why not just buy a smartphone?

Therefore, it is a matter that must be paid attention to to make a clear distinction between the color and appearance of the second-generation handheld.

"Mr. Zhen, what do you think about changing the colors of the second-generation handheld console to blue and red? Make it look like building blocks to stimulate the childlike interest of players."

"Okay. Just change it as you said."

In Zhen Qiong's opinion, if the second-generation handheld is made similar to building blocks, then the machine will definitely give people a plastic feeling.

And such an obvious plastic feel, not to mention arousing the childlike interest of players, will only make players feel that the cost of this thing is definitely not high.

If it is sold at a higher price, it might even anger players.

How dare you sell such a cheap thing so expensive?Could it be that even Qiongshen has drifted away?Do you want to start cutting players' leeks?

As long as players have this idea, the second-generation handheld will be boycotted before it goes on sale, and the sales will definitely not be much better at that time.

"Mr. Zhen, why don't you give the second-generation handheld a name by the way?"

Originally, Tian Cong planned to directly name the second-generation handheld as "Huang Guang 2" as a continuation.

However, after Mr. Zhen’s modifications, the second-generation handheld console is no longer better than its predecessor, but has been reborn and become a more unique individual.

Then it is a bit inappropriate to use "Huangguang 2" as the name.

It was Zhen Qiong's most helpless naming stage again, but Zhen Qiong knew that one day, he would still have to face this situation.

So in his spare time, he uses the generator to generate a lot of nouns, pick out the ones that are pleasing to the eye and store them. When the time comes, whoever wants to name himself, he just throws out the names in order.

This method is similar to naming a typhoon. It seems a bit boring, but it is used now!
Zhen Qiong took out his phone, clicked on the memo and glanced at it, and said, "The name of the second-generation handheld is 'Gongchou'!"

"It is taken from the idiom 'Gongchojiaojiao', which means that wine glasses and wine cups are intertwined, and describes a lively scene where many people gather to drink."

"This is also my expectation for Gongchou. I hope that because of its existence, players can play happily and lively with their relatives and friends around them."

Hearing this, Tian Cong became even more convinced of the correctness of his inspiration.

The Gongcho handheld will definitely become a cross-age handheld, allowing friends who have become alienated due to high technology to gather together and play happily like children.

"Mr. Zhen, don't worry, I will definitely develop the Gongchou palm machine strictly according to your requirements, and strive to make it available as soon as possible!"

"Okay. Go get busy! I can't wait for you to become a member of Qiongshen." After Zhen Qiong laughed, he suddenly thought of something to ask: "By the way, I haven't asked what your company's name is yet?"

"Mr. Zhen, we are a small company, so we chose the name very casually. We called it 'Heaven Palm Game'."

(End of this chapter)