The strongest game production method

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Green tea shrimp, salted egg yolk lion head, chili stir-fried pork.

Although Ms. Gu Shanshan forcibly stuffed the chicken soup into him to mend his wounds, the three dishes and the bowl of Yangchun noodles did not just come out of his mouth.

The shrimps are sweet, the lion's head is salty, and the fried meat is spicy, and it tastes even better when poured into the noodles; the three dishes are all oily, and they are not dry at all.People who choose their mouths again must be able to choose one.

Sure enough, Wei Bo couldn't help but put his chopsticks into the noodle bowl.

The soft and smooth texture of the noodles seemed to reach the fingertips through the chopsticks, and his heart was also completely soft, and his eyes were foggy.

"It's been three months since my birthday."

"It's never too late for a good meal." Yu Hanguang squeezed his chopsticks into the noodles to test the temperature, the heat made his nose sweat finely.He suddenly remembered something, pushed the lion's head over, and said courteously:

"Add an egg to the birthday star."

The portion of noodles is very large, and the two young men in the school can eat one portion, so Yu Hanguang deliberately didn't ask for more.However, he thought he was well thought out, but he only forgot - there were no extra empty bowls in the ward.

The two pairs of chopsticks had to put the dishes on the side of the lid of the lunch box, and started to eat.

The dining table was small, and several lunch boxes almost occupied it; the two of them leaned close to each other, raised their heads to pick up noodles, and lowered their heads to suck, both sweating profusely from the chicken soup.The three toppings have been mixed before you know it, and you can't tell the difference between sweet, salty, spicy and spicy.

After moving like this three or two times, the heads accidentally rubbed together lightly, and when the four eyes met, each could feel the moisture on the forehead.

The noodles on the chopsticks also entangled mischievously, collided and bounced off the noodle bowl, splashing some oil stains on Yu Hanguang's light blue hospital gown.

Wei Bo immediately stretched out his wrist to wipe it, unexpectedly, Yu Hanguang also stretched out his hand, and the back of his hand just happened to rest on his thin and fair fingertips.

Wei Bo: "..."

Yu Hanguang: "..."

There was no sound in the ward, so Yu Hanguang could only forcefully move his stiff eyeballs to the side.

He almost suspected that there was magic in his eyes - the mobile phone by the table was stared at for a few seconds, and then it rang with confidence.

The call was from Meng Ai.

At the VR Game Festival on weekends, there will be a themed forum on "Forecast of the VR Game Market", which will invite business leaders from several well-known companies in the industry to participate.

After all, Aimeng is one of the best game companies in Yizhou, and the organizer has already connected with Meng Ai.He and Zou Haiyao didn't like to show up in public, so they appointed Wan Minzhe, who was in charge of the market, to attend; but right now Wan Minzhe was taking care of his daughter in the hospital, so he didn't have enough time to spare.

According to common sense, letting Yang Ye or even Qin Haotian participate would have more weight than Yu Hanguang, but Meng Ai called him instead.

So that's what he meant when he said "support you".

After hanging up the phone, Yu Hanguang didn't feel like eating noodles, and explained the ins and outs to Wei Bo, hesitantly asked: "Mr. Wei, do you think I can go?"

"It's a very good opportunity." With two plump and oily lion heads, Wei Bo's original deep eyes and brows became lively.

Yu Hanguang stared at Wei Bo's face in a daze.

With his current status, standing on the same stage with the boss is always a little guilty, and with his injuries, he is somewhat worried that his performance will not be stable then.

It's a small thing to lose yourself, but it's a big thing to lose the company's airs.

Wei Bo seemed to understand his worry: "Your ability to perform on the spot is fine. More importantly, you can use the opportunity to promote the upcoming "99"."

Yu Hanguang was led by Wei Li to the booth that had been set up, shook hands with the owner of the company Shi Niansan who had been waiting there, and then looked at the brand new booth with Wei Li and Zhou Xiaosheng.

His shoulder injury is still not healed, and the bandage is still wrapped in the large long-sleeved T-shirt. When he lowered his arm, his movements were awkward.

Wei Li probably informed in advance, Shi Niansan acted like a professional tour guide, took them inside and out, and explained the situation of the booth.

He had previously negotiated a small fee from Meng Ai. Because the budget was really limited, he could only lower his expectations, but he hoped that the exhibition that started tomorrow could pass safely.

Unexpectedly, this company does not have many people, but the construction is done very carefully. On the basis of the original design, better materials are used, mimeograph cloth is replaced by PVC, and acrylic board is used instead of Chevron board.The bright and clean surface of acrylic reflects the colorful light of the small light ball on the top side, making Aimeng's booth stand out from the crowd in this exhibition area.

He looked at Shi Niansan, who was very down-to-earth from his appearance to his attire, and said with a smile, "Mr. Shi is bothering you."

"Where, Aimeng is a well-known enterprise in Yizhou. Since Xiaowei has won a rare big client, we must hold on to it." Shi Niansan looked at Wei Li and handed it over with a smile. Acceptance form and signature pen.

"Mr. Yu, I have a job in the future, and I hope to think about us more and take us to fly."

Yu Hanguang took the acceptance form and signed it, then touched the envelope inside, and immediately understood Shi Nian's thoughts.

He handed back the list with an undiminished smile: "Our suppliers have to bid for bids every year. Mr. Shi, you have such strong business capabilities, you are welcome to participate then."

After speaking, he added: "The final payment of the contract, we will pay after the exhibition."

Seeing the envelope containing the red envelope smashed back into his hand, Shi Niansan said with a sneer, "Mr. Yu, don't treat us as outsiders. Don't worry about the final payment. Xiaowei, where is your brother Mr. Wei? Didn’t he stay in the hospital all the time, last time he came to sign the contract. It’s not easy for me to meet fellow villagers in Yizhou, and I have a special affinity with Mr. Wei..."

Yu Hanguang was taken aback, but soon felt relieved.

Unexpectedly, Wei Li really went to find Wei Bo.

"Your booth, tsk tsk. Mr. Yu, how is your recovery?"

Just after dismissing Shi Niansan and others, Yu Hanguang heard the familiar voice again.

——Zhuang Chaofei was waiting at the booth with folded arms.

He hurriedly walked up to Zhuang Chaofei, and Ma Liuer was open for business: "It turned out that Mr. Zhuang came here. I have nothing to do. Speaking of which, I would also like to thank you for paying my medical expenses."

Zhuang Chaofei said politely: "It should be, I want to thank Mr. Yu."

Yu Hanguang's head swelled from being called "Mr. Yu" one after another today, and he felt that he had been called out alive.

It is true that he likes to attract attention, but he has been in the Internet industry since he started working, and the people he usually deals with are all pragmatic Internet people and familiar suppliers of Party B, and there are not so many Vanity Fairs to catch up with. This kind of fake big empty title is not cold at all.

"If you don't mind, you can just call me by my name, Yu Hanguang." He smiled sullenly.

"Okay, Han Guang, keep busy." Zhuang Chaofei lowered his arms, looked at him, and took out his mobile phone to send a message, "See you tomorrow."

Yu Hanguang felt his phone vibrate, he clicked on the screen, and Zhuang Chaofei posted a long poster of [VR Game Market Forecast Theme Forum].

On the dark blue background, the personal photos of several guests are neatly listed below together with exaggerated introductions, and they must have been forwarded to countless groups for people to comment on.

In the poster, his handsome avatar with the upstart style of the Internet is side by side with the slightly rustic Zhuang Chaofei on the left and on the right, which is in stark contrast.

Zhou Xiaosheng and Liu Yang wiped their sweat while distributing demo headsets at the booth. They glanced at the long queue and looked at each other in despair.

Yizhou has a great reputation as a tourist city; late spring and early summer are peak tourist seasons; and this is the first time such a large-scale exhibition has been held in the industry, and the government and various companies are shouting for it.

Therefore, on the first day of the exhibition, the number of spectators far exceeded the organizer's imagination, and almost collapsed the fence at the entrance of the exhibition hall.

The Aimeng booth was facing the entrance, and the huge [EyeMore] logo light board was shining, and a row of large screens was placed in the center of the booth below; but all the audience who came in could not help but be attracted.

Most of the audience who come to the exhibition are VR enthusiasts, and they are more interested in joining in the fun than ordinary players; therefore, the longer the line is, the more they want to find out.

Later, because there were too many people, Yu Hanguang and several project managers simply adjusted the booth visiting rules and changed it to a queuing system - each audience tried to play for 10 minutes, and changed people at the right time without procrastination.

At first glance, Aimeng's booth didn't look like a place for playing games, but instead looked like a brutal launch site for a new mobile phone or sneakers.

"Master, Teacher Wei, just those few, I don't get tired of coming here three times," Zhou Xiaosheng pouted, and stretched out three fingers, "The strands of hair are almost sticking to our headset."

Yu Hanguang was originally patrolling the venue, but now he looked at the foreigners who were immersed in the game, showing his old father's relief: "Wai Guoren really likes Xiaopobing."

After the launch of "Lonely Cracking Ice", it became really popular.But after the player's curiosity bonus period passed, several low-quality follow-up games appeared, and they were distracted and busy with "Your 99 Stories", the current data is as they expected, not as good as before.

"Ice climbing is more popular in foreign countries than in China, and it has a mass base." Wei Bo, as the representative of the project manager, stood beside the big screen of the "Lonely Cracking Ice" game lined up in a long queue.

His appearance alone is already very outstanding, and it is even more outstanding in the crowd, which can be called the traffic code of the love dream booth.

Yu Hanguang looked at Wei Bo, nodded and said: "The life cycle of domestic sports games is shorter than other types. In fact, we should have considered going overseas..."

Before he finished speaking, a big fluffy hand patted his shoulder lightly.

He turned his head and met two light-colored eyes.

A blond foreigner who had played "Cracking the Ice" just now, took off the controller and gave him a thumbs up, then turned sideways and said something to the young man with the translation card next to him.

The interpreter also has shallow pupils, flaxen curly hair covering the eyes, and looks like an international student studying at a local university.

The little interpreter opened his mouth with fluent Mandarin, but it may be due to the different parts of the vocalization. The airflow rubbed in the mouth, which made the voice unique: "Mr. Sharif said, your game is very good, he and his colleagues are very good like."

As for the polite words, Yu Hanguang went into his left ear and out of his right ear, but he recalled the word "going to sea" just now, so he asked casually, "Is this Mr. Sharif also a gamer?"

After exchanging information with the foreigner, the translator handed the foreigner's business card to Yu Hanguang, and he still spoke in a straight voice: "Mr. Sharif is the person in charge of the VR game publisher from Ayastan. If your company or game is publishing and promoting There is an opportunity for cooperation, and you are welcome to contact Mr.

There have been signs of VR games going overseas in the past two years, and major manufacturers have tried to take a few steps outside. Therefore, this game festival also attracted some foreign practitioners, from independent developers to equipment dealers, professional amateurs, and one-offers. all available.

The business cards that Yu Hanguang received all morning included half a dozen or not a whole box.He didn't care too much, so he exchanged business cards as usual, and at the same time gave the translator an extra one.

Now that the simultaneous interpretation technology is advanced, most foreigners come here, rent a cheap and easy-to-use translator and start running; this young translator must have some skills to get the job.Therefore, he intends to leave a contact information. If he really wants to consider launching the game abroad in the future, it may be useful.

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The busy half-day has finally passed, and there are only a few fast food restaurants around the exhibition, and they all sell high-priced set menus that "eat or not".After taking a few sips casually, Yu Hanguang went to the secluded corridor with his coffee and stared blankly.

By the way, I also poured out my entangled thoughts, defragmented my brain, and prepared for the forum in the afternoon.

The shoulder suddenly felt a dull pain, and he guessed that the wound must have been touched at the bustling booth, so he had to put down the coffee and rub it with his hand in an awkward posture.

"Still hurting?"

Before Yu Hanguang had time to react, something soft and warm covered his back shoulder.

Like a hot spring, it is full of comforting heat.

Both hands.

His injury is gradually improving, and today's bandages are only lightly wrapped in a few layers.There was a thin distance between the hands and the skin on the shoulders, as if floating on the spring water, causing ripples on his wound and the tip of his heart.

"Hiss—" Yu Hanguang inhaled lightly after being touched by the sore spot.

Hearing the sound, Wei Bo lowered his head to look at the situation on his shoulder.

The long and narrow butterfly bone protruded below the wound, transforming into a cocooned butterfly and pounced into his eyes, but the non-existent wings flapped again, making his ears red.

His palm rested on the bandage, neither advancing nor retreating.

"Enough...enough." Yu Hanguang moved aside unnaturally, not daring to continue with the endlessly spreading thoughts in his mind.

He rubbed his hands and changed the subject: "There will be a forum in the afternoon... Oh! By the way, we have sticky notes at our booth..."

"Probably not." Wei Bo's eyes flickered for a moment in the dark corridor, "But you can take a look at this and relax."

He pulled out his keychain—a clear coffee capsule attached to a chain at the bottom.

Instead of ground coffee, a pale yellow paper star lay in the capsule.

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Report!Here is a young couple fishing with pay!

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Some readers pointed out that compared with Xiao Yu who is the same age, Xiao Wei's mind is very simple.In daily life, people who engage in technology like to delve into it, and are not so good at it; it is more difficult for people who are slick and slick to delve into anything.Not derogatory, the dragon has nine sons, each with its own advantages.