The strongest game production method

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The plane landed bumpily at the international airport in Komur City, the capital of Udon.

Yu Hanguang's long legs nestled in the crowded economy class for nearly ten hours, and finally got up to move around amidst the constant numbness.

Stepping out of the cabin, the billowing heat in the air made the building deform and shake, and crashed into the nasal cavity, washing the chest all over.His spirits lifted, the jet-lagged exhaustion gone.

This is... here?

Arrived.

He has to try step by step, to investigate for himself, to find out where he is wrong.

Pick up luggage, exchange currency, pick out skin care products for Chi Lan and Wei Bo, black tea for Meng Ai, and a watch for father from the duty-free shop according to the shopping list, and then store them. Go to the service center to buy a mobile phone SIM card, rent a translator... …After finishing the work, it was already evening in the capital city of Komur, the capital of Udon.

Before Yu Hanguang came, he checked many travel bloggers' guides, and even set up a bilingual AI secretary in his mobile phone in advance; he thought he was fully prepared, but he was hit head-on by the heat wave while waiting for the bus.

He felt it was the right time.

Having been working on VR games for so many years, he knows that although the boundary between "virtual" and "reality" is gradually blurring, there are still some things that can never be felt unless experienced personally.

Comur City has a typical Mediterranean climate, with dry and hot summers.The huge sunset hangs above the continuous sand dunes in the distance, and even in the evening, the scorching air is still pouring out, giving people no chance to breathe.

Yu Hanguang is used to Misty Rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and his skin is about to be roasted after being exposed to the outdoors for only 5 minutes. Physically and psychologically, he is the real Barbie Q.He ran back to the airport shopping area at the speed of light, bought the most common white robe and turban in the area, wrapped himself into a long and thin glutinous rice dumpling, and then got into the car he had rented online in advance.

Passing through the airport expressway built on a large desert area, Yu Hanguang looked at the buildings of different styles in the urban area, and only then could he appreciate some of the beauty of Comur City.

Just like in the virtual world, the program will tag the user; the historical encounters of a city are also like tags, posted between the city's squares, commercial centers, office buildings, cafes, and bars.

Udon was a French colony a hundred years ago, and the city of Komur once had the title of "Little Paris in the Middle East". At this moment, French-style buildings of various shapes are scattered outside the car windows; colorful flowers that cannot be named are dotted on almost every building. By the door, people are in a good mood.The waiters in white shirts and black waistcoats are carrying coffee and salad among the carved pillars; several elderly people are sitting on the side of the road playing checkers, wanton and elegant; young people are happily chatting and taking pictures, the smoke of shisha Whispers from the outdoor dining table.

"Wow!" His exclamation echoed in the car, but his heart suddenly felt lonely.

The difficulties and troughs in life are like the desert just now; you can always overcome them with a calm mind and patience.

On the contrary, it is the happiness and beauty that can only be seen later, lonely and lonely, and no one can talk about it.

"Sir, we are about to leave the rich area, please close the car windows!" The driver and guide was a cheerful local guy, chattering the local language during a burst of rapid turns.

Through the translator, he roughly understood the situation.

After the foreign colonists were expelled, the conservative diehards came to power, and soon fought with the secular reformist opposition parties, so for a long time, Udon was in constant turmoil.

More than [-] years ago, a civil war even broke out here, and nearly [-] innocent lives were lost. People were unbearable, and brought their families together to seek life in the relatively peaceful capital.

Till now, skirmishes still occur.

People without money will have a very difficult life no matter where they are.After settling down in Commel City, some of them sold their physical strength to work for the rich;Those who were too poor started to steal chickens and dogs, and even begged along the road to make a living.

This is not a land where you can have a happy life as long as you are willing to endure hardships and work hard.However, as long as the vast majority of human beings meet their basic physiological needs and have food and water to drink, they are happy to maintain the status quo and will not think about "change".As a result, this group of people continued from generation to generation, and the slums in the city were formed.

Before he could sigh, he was startled by the sound of "bang bang" smashing the glass.

Outside the car window, several half-grown children were running barefoot on the dirty road full of fruit peels and muddy water, patting the car window while running.They were so close together that Yu Hanguang could even see that one of the children was wearing a worn-out shirt with the words [love&peace] printed all over it, and the threads were ripped out.

Yu Hanguang couldn't hear their voices clearly. Judging from their mouth shapes, they were probably begging words like "givememoney", "Argent", "give me money".

——Nowadays, there are more and more Chinese people making a living in Wudun. These dolls must have learned a few words in order to eat well.

The road is narrow and the traffic is very slow. The driver carefully avoided the surrounding fruit stands and butcher shops, and honked his horn through the window, but they were still sticking to the side of the car like dog skin plaster, looking like they were about to shed tears.

Yu Hanguang really couldn't bear it, and wanted to lower his head to look through his wallet, but the driver stopped him: "Sir, don't do stupid things! Your kindness will be deceived by them! You give them one yuan, and they will continue to ask you for one hundred yuan. Until you empty your wallet!"

Yu Hanguang thought for a few seconds, then opened the car window a very narrow slit, and threw a few coins out.

"Thank you, sir! Youwillbelucky! Butweneedmore..." A childish voice came from outside the car window.

Yu Hanguang: "..."

The children's physical strength is quite good, and they chased the car for two or three kilometers before giving up.After the car passed through the slums, the driver returned to his smile: "Mr. Lucky, there are still 15 minutes to reach the new city and arrive at your hotel!"

Yu Hanguang had a selfish intention, so he really hoped that he would be luckier, so he deliberately chose a hotel in Xincheng District.

Just like he deliberately chose to come to Udon.

Before leaving, Sharif was very excited, but because he couldn't buy a suitable ticket and was busy with work, he agreed to meet him a week later.He was also afraid that Yu Hanguang would not be familiar with the place where he lived in Wudun, and he would send a long email like a warm-hearted man next door.

In the email, Sharif introduced in detail the customs of Comur City, which restaurant is Michelin-starred, which cafe uses beans shipped directly from the port, and even which hotel in the wealthy area has a French style. A column is good.

The old man expressed his sincerity, but was completely ignored by Yu Hanguang.

Don't blame Sharif, in fact, he has already done enough homework for his "selfishness".

The new city district of Comrade was built 30 years ago.At that time, the civil war had just ended, and domestic construction, communications, road and bridge companies participated in the construction of Wudun, and the new urban area was soon filled with high-rise buildings.

He knew the one in Udun.

And in Udon, it is very likely to live in the capital city of Komur.

Although there is no more information other than this, there are many Chinese people working in the new urban area. With his social skills, he will find someone to inquire at that time, and it will not be fruitless.

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The "Sunshine Hotel" where Yu Hanguang settled was also assisted by a domestic construction group, and is now entrusted to an international hotel group for operation.

After checking in and packing up, he was still excited due to jet lag. There was a perpetual motion machine buzzing in his brain, and he rolled hundreds of times in bed, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

Although Udon is a bit conservative, the nightlife in Comur City is very rich.It was approaching eleven o'clock at night, and the hotel was surrounded by star lights, and there were occasional loud voices in the bars and cafes, and a faint roar in the distance.The roar was very strange, like a plane sliding over the track, or like a gunshot.

But Yu Hanguang couldn't care too much. At this moment, the outdoor temperature has finally dropped, and the night owls are gradually gathering around the cool and pleasant outdoor dining table. The special tobacco smell of Middle Eastern shisha mixed with flower and fruit flavors is creeping in through the half-opened window. up his nose.

He got up and got out of bed, rummaged through the suitcase for a long time, and hesitantly chose a beige shirt to put on; then he decided to do a favor to Mr. Sharif, and looked through the mailing list for nearby recreational places worth visiting.

It really made him find a good place in Mr. Xie's email - the top floor of the "Sunshine Hotel", which is the well-known semi-open-air bar "Sunshine Bar" in Komur City.

In the sightseeing elevator leading to the top floor, Yu Hanguang looked around the Middle Eastern tourists in white robes and beards, and met a few people with yellow skin and black eyes.

Butterfly tried to say "Hello".

Meet old friends in a foreign land.

"Miangui's surname is Yu, and the person is Yu. He is working on VR games in China. He came here for the first time and came to Wudun for investigation." When they got out of the elevator door, they even held hands. Yu Hanguang smiled, "Where are you guys now?" Get rich?"

"We are engaged in optical communications, selling optical cables, group transmission access networks, and setting up servers," one of the young people replied heartily, seeing that Yu Hanguang didn't know, "I live in the company dormitory next door."

Then he gave advice to him: "Mr. Yu, you are new here, don't run around. It's not peaceful outside, it's better to stay in the new urban area. Our place is a happy base for Chinese people. The boss can also speak Chinese, so he enjoys it very much."

"You must experience the coffee divination here, thief spirit!" Another elderly man also continued, "I counted my son's high school entrance examination results last time, and the fortune teller said that there would be no problem. Key high school... Hey! Hey! Go away, no money, no money!"

There were also a few ragged beggars squatting at the entrance of the bar, and the man waved his arms away as he spoke.

These little beggars are not as rampant as the children in the slums holding on to the car door, they only dare to look at themselves eagerly.Yu Hanguang then took out the only coin left in his pocket and threw it out.

The two of them seemed to have an appointment, after Yu Hanguang exchanged pleasantries, he chose the corner location alone with knowledge and interest.

Wudun's eating habits are sweet, and Yu Hanguang ate some pre-dinner desserts. The small round biscuits mixed with sugar grains and the aroma of dates made his teeth fall down.

"Sir, if you can buy me a cup of coffee, I will be very grateful." He was looking at the drink list, planning to order a cup of bitter coffee to relieve his tiredness, when he was suddenly interrupted by a gentle female voice beside him.

Presumably, her accent and word order are very standard, and the translator translated it simultaneously without any delay.

Yu Hanguang has been doing business for so many years, and he understood why this young girl in a pure black robe came here almost instantly.

——When looking for potential users, the tone is so proficient and silky, and the content accurately hits the topic of the conversation.

A coffee fortune teller without a doubt.

"My pleasure." Yu Hanguang smiled and raised his hand, and asked the waiter for two cups of "divination coffee".

The coffee used for divination in the Middle East is very unique. The coffee liquid is as thick as syrup, and there are unfiltered grounds in it, which sink in small cylindrical white porcelain cups.

Under the guidance of the fortune-teller who only showed his eyes, Yu Hanguang drank the bitter coffee in one gulp.Afterwards, the fortune-teller turned the porcelain cup, looked carefully at the shape of the residual liquid hanging on the wall of the cup, and murmured words.

The translator was out of order right now, and the intermittently translated words couldn't form sentences at all.

"Wutlabalhubwolaofisini." The fortune teller put down the porcelain cup.

The translator emits a thin electrical sound.

She said slowly again: "Manwahadlawahid."

The translator was completely silent.

Yu Hanguang: "???"

"Speaker: Courtship, far away in the east." The fortune-teller's eyes curled up with a smile, and he changed to the familiar local language of Udun, "But, sir, you are from the east!"

Yu Hanguang: "???"

"The Lord said again: Although you are lonely, you are not alone." The fortune-teller saw that there were question marks written in every strand of his hair, and was afraid that he would not understand, so he changed to English, "Youarealone, butnotlonely."

Yu Hanguang: "..."

The strong coffee stimulated Yu Hanguang's already hyperactive sympathetic nerves. He thought of that person, and it seemed that this sentence was also included in the little easter egg in "Cracking Ice".

Why do these words follow me so closely?Not even [-] kilometers away.

"I often hear from guests that there is an old man named Moon in your country, and his job is to arrange love between people." The girl fortune-teller stretched out her hands, drew a horizontal line in the air, and said to him while gesturing. , "Use a thin rope to connect people together. As long as the rope is connected, no matter what difficulties they face, they will definitely reap love."

She held the porcelain cup: "You can understand it as the rope of Old Man Moon."

Understood, Yuelao holds the red line.

No wonder the old man just said that the fortune-teller is smart - he learns and uses it flexibly, he can sell what he learns now, and he can also see things from the other party's point of view.If you know how to figure out the target user's mind, it's no wonder it doesn't work.

Yu Hanguang has worked in the market for so many years, so he is very familiar with it.

While secretly laughing, he suddenly heard the compatriots working in the communication company next to him shout in Chinese: "Here!"

"Wei Bo, here!"

The heart seemed to be tied with a thin thread, and it was pulled suddenly again.

He looked back towards the front entrance of the bar.

"boom!"

Yu Hanguang stood up and accidentally knocked off the porcelain cup held by the fortune teller beside him.

The small, white cylinder fell to the ground and rolled towards the door.

The perpetual motion machine in his mind was down, but his heartbeat was almost out of control, like a burning whip exploding in the dark.

Everything around him froze in his eyes, the sound of firecrackers stopped suddenly, only the word "Wei Bo" in his ears, and the small porcelain cup rolling in front of his eyes.

porcelain cup.

mercy.

Yuelao is really merciful.

This...is this the red thread drawn by Yuelao with the porcelain cup?

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Yuelao: I am obviously a red thread drawn by steel bars

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I'm sorry that I've been too busy with three-dimensional work recently, and people have spiraled into heaven.Take leave tomorrow and come back the day after tomorrow.