The strongest game production method

The salty aroma of wheat and fresh meat wafted over, making Yu Hanguang's nose twitch just after waking up.

He put on a T-shirt, pulled his slippers and walked out of the bedroom, scratching his messy hair without opening his eyes: "Honey, how do you know I want to eat steamed buns! I want you to feed me, ah—"

"Ahem." Yu Qiao cleared her throat unnaturally.

Yu Hanguang was so frightened by the cough that he opened his eyes, and the sleepy bugs scattered and fled.

It was Yu Qiao who was setting chopsticks, but Wei Bo was nowhere to be seen.

"Director Yu, just came back?" He eased the embarrassment of running away with love words just now.

Yu Qiao nodded: "I chatted with your Uncle Wu in the hotel for a while last night."

"Today, the chat time is a bit long!" Yu Hanguang didn't know where he came from this Uncle Wu, and he was not thinking about it, so he teased him casually.

As if he was looking for something, his eyes hurried from the bathroom to the second bedroom and then to the study.

Yu Qiao sat down at the dining table, and seeing Yu Hanguang running around the room, she slowed down her tone: "Xiao Wei...go to work after cooking."

At the door of the study, Yu Hanguang finally smiled at Wo'erwo, who had been locked up all night.

[I won't send you off, I wish you peace. 】

——Wo'erwo lowered his head slightly, as if aggrieved, this line of words slowly jumped on the central control screen.

After that, it is still the little yellow star.

His eyes were attracted by this star, and he even felt that the pattern that usually looks quite earthy is actually a bit pleasing to the eye at this moment.

"Eat more, we'll pack up and go back to Lucheng after eating." Yu Qiao poured two cups of soymilk from the soymilk machine, "Wait for you to rest, I'll drive the car."

This accident, Yu Hanguang could feel that Yu Qiao's attitude towards him had made a qualitative leap, so he came to the dining table with Wo'erwo, waved his arms, and smiled at his father: "It's okay, my arms are very flexible very."

Wo'erwo didn't know what was going on. On the central control screen, the word "Wishing Ping'an" had long since disappeared, but the stars kept dancing wildly.

Yu Qiao was so blinded by the bright yellow flash that she subconsciously closed her eyes, and her eyelids were covered with white afterimages.

"I told you to rest well. He said to his son across the dining table, "Also, next week's Wednesday, do you know what day it is?" "

Yu Hanguang was lowering his chopsticks, when he heard this, his hand trembled and almost punctured the steamed bun: "Well, let's go to the cemetery together."

"Son," Yu Qiao opened her eyes and sighed suddenly, "Do you like stars because of your mother?"

The kid sitting in front of him who is still half a head taller than him was once a lonely and helpless kid.

Yu Qiao remembered that when Yu Hanguang was in the middle class of Kindergarten, she seemed to have a fight with her classmates and came back crying to find her mother.His heart was twisted, so he comforted him and said, "Mom is on a business trip to the stars. If you are disobedient like this, watch her come back from the stars and punish you by reciting the Chinese pinyin alphabet a hundred times."

The little fur boy was petrified by such an inhuman punishment, his eyes were red, and his nose hung like a caterpillar on his face.

The afterimage faded away, but Yu Qiao's vision was blurred—the little son who was three or four years old, and the big boy who was stunned at the moment, gradually began to overlap.

There was a tiny, indescribable impulse jumping and struggling in his throat.

Hearing Yu Qiao call him "son" out of the blue, Yu Hanguang took a mouthful of soy milk and couldn't swallow it.

However, he gently and delicately placed the Xiaolongbao in his father's vinegar dish.

"Son, Dad loves you." Yu Qiao suddenly said inexplicably.

Yu Hanguang took a long, deep breath, as if taking time into his chest.

"Dad." He said softly.

After a long time, he let out this breath slowly, blinking his eyes and curling the corners of his mouth: "Dad, do you know? If you can say the three words 'I love you' to your children, you have surpassed 99% of the fathers in the world." .”

Family love is like the film of an old movie, always stuck in a few key places.And as long as the dust is wiped clean, the stains are trimmed and spliced ​​properly, the projector can run freely.

After Yu Qiao and Yu Hanguang reconciled, the two-story building at No. 15 Luzhong Road suddenly became ablaze.

Yu Hanguang completely got rid of the problem of going to bed late and waking up late. Every day, the air-conditioning wifi watermelon, and he still doesn’t forget to help his father water the flowers and make tea. There are piles of "365 Days of Planting Flowers" and "Three Introductions to Tea Ceremony" in front of the computer desk. Books not read.

Yu Qiao, on the other hand, fell in love with playing VR games. Not only did she buy "Guidelines for the Prevention and Treatment of Cervical Spondylosis" online, but she also looked forward at the dinner table from time to time, analyzing and explaining "the development status and future of VR games in my country".

Every time I was ridiculed by my wife for "experts guide experts", and every time I ended up fighting with my son red-faced.

You can go back to your hometown often, but you can't stay for a long time.

One month is the limit.

The pyrotechnics only lasted for [-] days, and then they were disrupted by work and life troubles.

About work, talk to Dad.

It's useless to talk about it.

Long before the vacation, Yu Hanguang had actually sensed that Aimeng's heart was fluctuating.Otherwise, why did Zhuang Chaofei strike so quickly and ruthlessly, blatantly poaching people the night before he returned to Lucheng.

Anxiety is contagious.

Just like a huge ship sailing on the sea, even if only a small mast is broken, but because the cost of sinking is too huge, some people will still think about the bad luck of being buried in the belly of a fish or sinking forever in the bottom of the sea, so they can't help but put on life jackets .

It’s easy to talk about your own business group, because there are successful projects to support the scene, focused goals, and specific tasks, and people can gather together.The employees in the product group and Yang Ye’s friendship have already left a lot of votes, while the technology group has a phenomenon of "person-to-person" resignation because of Beikun's high salary strategy.

As for the NewLab supply chain team, which has expanded to more than a dozen people, the hardware project cannot be restarted in the short term. No matter how reluctant Yu Hanguang is, he has to prepare for the worst:

All layoffs, group destruction.

As for the troubles in life, I can't even tell my mother.

In the IM, the chat box between him and Wei Bo has always been on the top. In the past two years, more than 1G of chat history has been saved, and he is still reluctant to delete it. When he is lonely and cold at night, he often takes it out to reflect on it.

But during this time, whenever he sent Wei Bo a message, most of them would receive [um], [ok], [it's okay], [you decide] and other uninformative replies.

Boyfriend and Wo'erwo exchanged souls?Otherwise, why is speaking more perfunctory than artificial mental retardation.

Rao is discussing projects, and most of the time, it is Yu Hanguang who sends out three or four text bubbles before receiving a smiling emoji from Wei Bo.

What made him even more puzzled was that even the "Liver First for Respect" group was uncharacteristically silent. Since he left Yizhou, he has remained silent until now.

The more you think about it, the worse it gets.

"Mr. Gu, I would like to ask you." Yu Hanguang looked at his mobile phone, organized his words for a while, and then asked Gu Shanshan, who was sitting upright on the sofa and reading a paper on a pad, "If you have a chatty student, you have been too busy in summer vacation recently. , sending messages every day to talk about trivial matters in life, and asking you for advice on very simple academic questions, and you happen to be very busy at this time, will you reply to him?"

"Of course, it's my duty to preach and solve doubts." Gu Shanshan flipped the page nonchalantly, "How many years have you graduated, why do you ask this?"

Yu Hanguang swallowed, and made a friend out of nothing: "Hey, it's not me... It's my college classmate who is studying for a Ph. D abroad... Every day, he complained to me, saying that he had a good relationship with his tutor before, and somehow it happened, tutor I don't care about him more and more. He can't move his subject, he's as anxious as an ant on a hot pot."

"Then this mentor is a bit irresponsible." Gu Shanshan said casually, "Unless..."

"Unless what?" Yu Hanguang asked eagerly.

Gu Shanshan took off her reading glasses: "Unless it's because of disappointment."

"The tutor has taught the students with all his heart, but if he can't produce results, he will be very disappointed with the students, and he will also be very disappointed with the effort he put in before."

Yu Hanguang pressed his temples tightly, the phone almost fell on the floor.

It turned out to be the case.

Wei Bo did have reasons to be disappointed.

He proposed this ambitious hardware concept, but it was turned into a big defeat by his own operation.

Unexamined exhaustion flooded his head, and Yu Hanguang was thinking about how to have a good chat with Wei Bo, when he heard two "ding dong" sounds from IM.

Unlocking the screen, I saw a name I hadn't contacted for a long time.

[Lian Chang]: [Halo, Yu, sorry to bother you, do you still have contact with Wei? 】

[Yu Hanguang]: [? 】

[Lian Chang]: [He promised me to cooperate in variety shows before, but he disappeared. 】

[Yu Hanguang]: [? ? 】

[Lian Chang]: [I heard that Wei resigned and left Yizhou. 】

[Yu Hanguang]: [? ? ? 】

[Lian Chang]: [Didn't you break up? 】

The finger rests on the question mark key.

Yu Hanguang suddenly fell back to the sofa, and there seemed to be a very sharp electric current in his ear, from weak to strong, penetrating directly into his brain.

This last piece of news sent a bullet to my heart.

It was as if he had been shot through, and there was nothing within the five eyes, but there was blood red spreading in front of his eyes.

"Master, this is the prepayment for the Online VR Game Festival Campaign. I have finished the calculation, and the amount is fine. Please sign, Master, and I will hand over the financial payment. It has been delayed for three weeks. If you don't pay, the blogger will come to ask for an explanation. Yes. Also, since StarKey lost its payment agent, the payment process for marketing activities has also slowed down..."

Standing at the desk, Liu Leilei glanced at the words [Business Group-Market Operations Group Leader-Liu Leilei] on the statement.

There are three necessary conditions for a worker to be promoted—you can do it; someone says you can do it; and those who say you can do it must do it.

She thanked her master from the bottom of her heart.After Yu Hanguang became the director of the business group, he not only pushed himself to be the head of the marketing operation group, but also increased his salary by 50%.

She was finally able to move out of the cramped rental house with her mother, and changed to a small apartment with two bedrooms and one living room.

"Pay the money for the game festival first, StarKey will take a while, and if you can't do the event, don't do it."

The company's cash flow is tight recently, but the money that should be spent cannot be saved.

——Yu Hanguang handed back the list expressionlessly, there was no liveliness in the corners of his drooping eyes, and nothing but emptiness in the dark pupils.

He fastened the cap of the pen with his fingers, and his slender and white knuckles caught Liu Leilei's gaze under the light.

How dare Liu Leilei say anything.

From a girl's point of view, Yu Hanguang's profile is very kind and lovely, like a senior he met at the registration office on the first day of college.

If it wasn't for the master not being a straight man, he would have won the hearts of many girls.

But since returning from vacation, Master and his old man have lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, not to mention sunken cheeks, and his fingers are skinny, with prominent joints.

It reminded her of the lonely ghost living alone in the deep mountains and old forests in horror movies.

What made her feel even more guilty was that her master had lost more than a dozen catties of scales, among which was her own "credit"——

Although the company's popularity has fluctuated recently, and more and more colleagues have left their jobs, Wei Bo's sudden pick, still shocked everyone's glasses.Especially Boss Meng, who tried to persuade him to stay, almost made Mr. Wei the deputy director of the technical team.

However, Teacher Wei seems to have been prepared for this, calmly invited everyone to have a breakup meal, and repeatedly told the people in "Respect the Liver" to keep their mouths tight and not to reveal a word to their master; Chat in the newly created [Liver First for Respect 2.0] group.

She followed up and asked Teacher Wei where he was going to study, but Teacher Wei just said quietly that he wanted to take a break.

Is it a peaceful breakup?

Otherwise, why Teacher Wei was so calm when he left, and Master didn't react at all when he came back.

But at least it's sad, right?

Otherwise, why did the master speak less and less, and locked himself in the office at every turn, and there was no sound at all until dark.

Like being sentenced to a full day in prison by love.

Today, Yizhou has a high temperature of more than 30 degrees, but Yu Hanguang's office is still cold.When she took a deep breath, her thoughts were interrupted by a "ding". Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a reminder pop up on Yu Hanguang's computer screen:

[Meeting time: 5 minutes later

Meeting place: CEO office

Meeting content: Ad hoc management meeting - personnel optimization]

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Teacher Wei, you have such a naughty personality.

The days of love dreams are not easy.