In the Internet age, who still makes traditional games?

"Do you know how many employees the company has?" Xu Meng asked, staring into Yang Hui's eyes.

"?" Yang Hui was taken aback. "I don't know, what's wrong?"

"101. The company currently has a total of 101 people."

"So?" Yang Hui didn't understand why Xu Meng was saying this.

But Xu Meng was already getting angry: "The company has 101 people, 60 of whom are married. Whether the game can reverse the decline and whether the company can survive is related to at least half the income of 60 families."

"If they lose half of that, their mortgages, car loans, rent, and the money to raise their children will all be in trouble!"

"As for the remaining unmarried people, how much money does it take for young people to establish themselves in the city?"

"If the company goes bankrupt, are you going to arrange jobs for these people?!"

"I'm talking about work here, and you're fighting me? Do you think the meeting room is Weiguang?!"

Yang Hui was speechless, her face turning from green to white.

But in the end, she stubbornly shook her head and said, "In any case, I cannot accept it."

"Okay," Xu Meng nodded. "Go to HR and go through the procedures. Starting tomorrow, you don't need to come anymore."

Yang Hui looked at Xu Meng in surprise, as if she hadn't expected Xu Meng to be so decisive in dismissing her, without even a second of hesitation.

After the surprise, there was a strong sense of humiliation.

She angrily slammed the conference table and said resentfully, "You won't succeed!"

"Just wait and see, you will be resisted by everyone! This matter is not over!"

She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

And Xu Meng, watching her back, was also reminded of something—

Before starting work, he had to conduct a self-inspection for the company's personnel to prevent anyone from secretly hiding private goods in the game—especially in the copywriting and modeling departments.

In this regard, even a small amount of private goods can often cause huge damage.

Xu Meng noted this in his mind and instructed the assistant: "Mengling, go and call the Deputy Director of the Art Department."

The little assistant, who was dumbfounded, following Yang Hui's disappearing figure with her eyes, immediately came back to her senses: "Ah, okay, I'll go now!"

As she left the office, Xu Meng's voice rang out again from behind:

"Regarding character costumes, your first task next is to upgrade the texture of the black silk."

The assistant stumbled, almost tripping over herself.

"…What?" Chen Wanzhong thought he had misheard.

"Black silk," Xu Meng repeated calmly. "Of course, you can also study white silk first, if that's your preference."

"No! Wait, boss!" Chen Wanzhong waved his hands repeatedly.

"I don't like white silk!"

After a brief pause…

"It's not that I don't like it… I mean, it's not that kind of like…"

The little assistant slowed down, wishing she could stand still and listen to the whole conversation.

But driven by professional ethics, she still walked away step by step.

The boss's voice was very clear, and could be heard clearly even half an office away: "Is that what you call stockings? That's just a piece of black cloth!"

"Some don't even have the texture of cloth, just a black leg!"

…

In the art department office area, everyone was panicking.

Yang Hui was not a good-tempered woman. When she passed by here, her face was full of anger, and her high heels stomped loudly.

Then, without waiting for her subordinates to ask questions, she picked up her bag and stormed out of the company.

Chen Mengling only saw her back. The little assistant stretched out her arm to stop her: "Hey! You haven't handed over yet…"

But in the next second, Yang Hui's back completely disappeared.

The little assistant could only sigh and quickly called out the names: "Ding Nian, Xu Fang, the boss is looking for you."

After speaking, she quickly left, heading straight for the office.

Ding Nian and Xu Fang looked at each other and quickly picked up their notebooks and followed.

When the assistant returned to the door, the office was still discussing the topic of stockings—

"What kind of effect do you want to achieve, boss?"

"Make the smooth and delicate effect of the stockings, semi-transparent, fleshy, color gradient, and the elasticity when the flesh is squeezed," Xu Meng said these words, but his voice was always serious, "It must be more attractive than real stockings."

Chen Wanzhong stammered a little:

"Boss, I have to turn my face away when I see people wearing black silk on the street… I really don't have any experience doing this…"

The little assistant outside the door quickly covered her mouth, almost laughing out loud.

Chen Wanzhong's honest words surprised Xu Meng.

Taking advantage of the quiet moment, the little assistant gently knocked on the door to signal, and brought Ding Nian and Xu Fang in.

In the office, the expressions of the three people were very interesting.

"No, dude…" Peng Linmu couldn't help but complain, "It's not like you have to be so conservative, right?"

Chen Wanzhong was a little embarrassed.

Xu Meng intervened in time: "Stop talking sarcastic remarks here, or I'll make you wear stockings for him to refer to."

"Uh." Peng Linmu immediately shut up.

The little assistant Chen Mengling slightly moved her right foot, planning to make a small contribution—the sisters in the dormitory praised her every day, and she was quite confident in her figure.

But before she could speak, Xu Meng said: "Prepare the camera and motion capture equipment, and let the marketing department send invitations to actor经纪 companies to find some hot, open-minded 18th-tier models to record material."

"It's best to invite some foreign models to collect some body data of different physiques."

"Okay." The little assistant quickly recorded.

"Prepare the costumes in advance, not just stockings, swimsuits, cheongsams, JK uniforms, maid costumes, bunny girl costumes, reverse bunny girl costumes… Anyway, the 'decisive' costumes commonly seen in the second dimension, 'Frost Snow Project' must have them all, prepare as much as possible."

"Ah." The little assistant, who was swiping her pen and recording, blushed a little.

"Or simply find a studio that takes photos for cosers and invite them over with costumes and makeup artists."

"In short, you guys take the materials seriously and then start remaking the characters as soon as possible," Xu Meng concluded, while also looking at the two deputy directors who had just come in.

Ding Nian was also a young girl, 3 years older than Chen Mengling, but wearing a pink printed short-sleeved shirt, her face looked even more childish than Chen Mengling.

Xu Fang was a man, but probably because of certain characteristics of artists, he dressed much more exquisitely than most men.

Compared with Xu Meng, Peng Linmu, and Chen Wanzhong, who were three rough men working overtime crazily, it was even more so.

So much so that Xu Meng always felt that this person was gay when he first looked over.

"Yang Hui has resigned, you guys will lead the art department first."

"The next job is to fully update the character illustrations and cooperate with the modeling team to complete the character costume change work."

"Draw female characters first, draw them a little sexier. Which male characters should be deleted and which should be changed in gender, I will tell you later."

"By the way…" Speaking of this, he paused, "Drawing this kind of character illustration, you have no problem with it, right?"

When Ding Nian and Xu Fang heard this question, they thought the boss was questioning their business ability, and quickly confidently stated:

"No problem!"

"Not at all!"

Very good.

Xu Meng nodded in satisfaction.

Qualified workers.

He then put forward the next task:

"After the costumes, it's the physical dynamics of the character modeling."

"To put it more bluntly: the character's breasts and butt must be elastic and not move like plastic models."

"Look at how the players are evaluating it—" Xu Meng rotated the computer screen to show everyone the player comments.

"[Stone Milk]!"

"Don't you feel ashamed to provide players with such a product?"

Peng Linmu and Chen Wanzhong lowered their heads in shame.

Xu Meng then made a request: "Put in a good effort! Make the jelly-like shaking and dynamic feeling, both the breasts and the butt!"

"Not only should it shake, but it should also follow the character's different actions—walking, running, jumping, fighting, to make different dynamic changes."

"In short, give me the ultimate in the character's sex appeal!"

Chen Wanzhong's eyes went black when he heard this.

Making part of the character model shake is not a question of sex or not, nor is it a technical problem, but a purely liver-exploding problem!

Stone milk and plastic butts are indeed not good-looking, but the number of modeling faces is small, which can significantly reduce the workload.

But the effect required by the boss…

Not to mention anything else, just one butt, the number of faces that need to be rendered will skyrocket from 3,000 to 30,000!

And it may not even be enough!

Looking all over the second dimension games on the market, there are very few with such precision.

According to this standard, all the modelers in the company will have to work overtime like crazy!

Peng Linmu felt almost the same. Xu Meng's requirements were not just the work of the modelers, but also the programmers, animators… no one could escape.

But the boss has spoken, what else can they say besides going back and exploding their livers?

"Yes."

"Understood."

"You go back and have a meeting with the team and give me a schedule before get off work today."

Xu Meng looked at the little assistant again, "Mengling, next is the director of the operations department, please call him for me."

…

…

For everyone at Zhumeng Games, today was a chaotic and hasty day.

Xu Meng pressed the acceleration button on the entire company.

Like a train about to lose control, it had to start speeding forward, regardless of the parts flying around!