The strongest game production method

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"Clap!"

The porcelain plate fell to the ground.

Shattered to pieces.

Wei Bo bent down skillfully, put a soft towel on his knees, picked up the broken porcelain and wrapped it up, then turned his head to pick up the wet tissue handed over by Yu Hanguang.

The milky white soup powder is oily, garnished with chopped green onion and coriander, and when it is wiped by a wet paper towel, it spills out an impressionist oil painting.

"My hands are slippery. What happened today? It's a little weird." Yu Hanguang threw the towel wrapped with tiles into the trash can, and muttered self-blamingly, "Watch out for debris on the ground."

On a good Saturday, you should stay in bed, play games, and watch variety shows; avoid getting up early, avoid going to the kitchen, and avoid courting your boyfriend.

Wei Bo smiled and didn't answer, carefully avoiding the flowing soup with his feet.

He spent his teenage years surrounded by the noise of his parents throwing plates and tables, and he was very handy in cleaning up the mess.

The soup powder just out of the pot was spilled, and the two people in the refrigerator were too busy to be upset, and they hadn't had time to replenish it.

Yu Hanguang looked around. The only thing that can satisfy his hunger at home is the aloe vera on the balcony that hasn't been watered for a long time.

It took them a long time to clean the floor.Wei Bo took out his mobile phone to order takeaway, but was stopped by Yu Hanguang: "Go out and eat."

"Let's go eat hot pot, the spicy kind."

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Human beings have not yet evolved well, are good at deceiving others but are not good at deceiving themselves-the unhappiness in the brain will be immediately fed back on the tip of the tongue, which means that the behavior is to find stimulation for the taste buds.

Yu Hanguang fished out the fat beef from the hot red oil pan, pressed it hard twice into the dry dish, and delivered it to his mouth without even looking at it.

Seeing his hot and sweaty face, Wei Bo suddenly remembered the apples his mother planted in her small yard.

Juicy and crunchy.

Seeing that his mouth was still stained with chili powder, and he looked like he was spending money to make a fuss, Wei Bo couldn't help but laugh: "Don't force it too much."

After speaking, he grabbed the rim of the mandarin duck pot and wanted to transfer the white pot to Yu Hanguang.

"I'm allergic to the word 'no' recently." He stopped Wei Bo's arm and continued to pour yellow-throated duck intestines into the red soup, "I must change the game."

Wei Bo's taste is light, and he seldom dips in hot pot, so he just picked out some shrimp balls in the white soup: "How do you want to change it?"

Yu Hanguang pondered those useless thoughts that kept surfacing in his mind, subconsciously looked at Wei Bo through the mist, and saw him quietly biting the shrimp slippery, but the uncertain look in his pupils was hidden behind him. Can't live.

Wei Bo's mood at the moment must not be much better.

"Don't look at me, look at the menu." Wei Bo pursed his lips and smiled, picked up his phone and scanned the QR code at the corner of the table.

He was swiping his mobile phone, about to choose a refreshing drink from colorful bottles and cans, when he was interrupted by a voice call.

[Lian Chang] The word "Lian Chang" danced on the screen.

Wei Bo had been typing and communicating with Lian Chang before, talking about cold business matters.The first time I received a voice call from Lian Chang, I frowned in surprise.

He took out a wireless earphone from his pocket, gave one to Yu Hanguang, put it in his ear and pressed the answer button.

"Halo, Wei, I'm Lian." Lian Chang's speaking style was exactly the same as his writing, which made Yu Hanguang suspect that he might be some kind of AI robot similar to Wo'erwo, repeatedly challenging the Turing test.

"Hello, Lian Chang. What's the matter?" Wei Bo asked thoughtfully.

"Is there something wrong with the game? I heard that there are plagiarists." Lian Chang pointed out the purpose of coming, "Badartistscopy. (1)"

"Well... it's a bit tricky. But you don't have to worry, it won't affect the launch of self-viewing advertisements for the time being." Wei Bo made some calculations and said, "We're thinking of a way."

He couldn't help being a little curious: "How do you know?"

"As I said, I have my own sources." Lian Chang said, "What can I do?"

The soup in the pot was getting hotter and drier. Wei Bo saw Yu Hanguang sniffing his nose and sticking out his tongue because of the hot air. He wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound at all, so he made a gesture of raising a glass to drink water, and said to Yu Hanguang with his mouth. "Order a drink" three words.

Then he replied, "We're still thinking about it. Do you have any good suggestions, Lien?"

Today’s young people, if they can type and throw emoticons, they will never choose voice or phone calls—those who can free up their mouths and take time to communicate in real time alone, either the person on the other side of the screen is very special, or the things to be communicated are very important .

What's more, it's Saturday noon, and Lian Chang called on purpose, definitely not to ask him if he had lunch or where he went on his rest day.

The cooperation has been carried out so far, if there is a problem with the game, "Brain Hunting Project" will also be greatly affected.

Although it was limited to a simple acquaintance on social networks, based on Wei Bo's understanding of Lian Chang, he was definitely not here to hold Lian Chang accountable or cancel the cooperation. He should have his own judgment and ideas, so he made a point.

Sure enough, Ting Lianchang said: "Yes. From the perspective of content, games are the same as variety shows, and the creativity is close to saturation. But this is based on a premise: simple and economical."

"A good variety show appeals to both the refined and the popular. The more difficult it is to adjust, the more the greatest common denominator must be taken, and the simpler the rules, the more plagiarized it will be."

Lian Chang usually cherishes words like gold, but he didn't expect to be able to finish a long series of sentences in one breath.

Wei Bo put down his chopsticks, Yu Hanguang simply turned off the fire, and the two listened quietly in front of the boiling soup pot with smaller and smaller bubbles.

What Lian Chang said reached the hearts of Wei Bo and Yu Hanguang.

VR games seem to be the same as variety shows. Whether it is a red ocean or a blue ocean, if you want to open up the situation, the usual way is to expand the player's basic disk.

The simpler the better, the more popular the better--to save time and effort in operation as much as possible, and to make the experience easier and simpler--this is how the early batch of sports games started.

However, the simpler the popular product, the faster the copying process; this kind of thinking will give plagiarists an opportunity from the very beginning.

Because the place where the real time is spent is in the dark: creating inspiration, doing feasibility verification, polishing the design, modifying the code... But plagiarists only need to step on the shoulders of giants in the dark to jump higher.

"I suggest you change your thinking, start with creativity, and make the content difficult to copy. This is my experience in "Hunting"." Lian Chang said from the other side of the screen.

The earphone was a little skewed in the noise just now, Wei Bo straightened it up: "Your suggestion is very helpful."

With great difficulty, Yu Hanguang smoothed his tongue, which was dominated by capsaicin, and just about to say a few words, the waiter he greeted just now handed him the drink list: "Sir, here are the drinks in our store, you can call me after you choose , or directly order by scanning the code.”

Lian Chang seems to have heard the movement on the other side of the screen: "Wei, are you eating? Yizhou rice wine is very good with jade leaf cakes."

Yu Hanguang flipped through the wine list and asked out of the blue, "Lian Chang, are you familiar with Yizhou?"

"Yu? Are you here?" Somehow, Lian Chang's tone suddenly dropped, "Call back."

The voice came in a hurry, inexplicably, and full of flavor.

Yu Hanguang, who only said one gossip from the beginning to the end, was not reconciled. After ordering the drink, he called up Lianchang's social network page and refreshed it several times, but he couldn't pull out the cocoon.

He swiped the screen, scanned Wei Li's new hair status, and then clicked into Wei Li's page - since Wei Bo moved to his home, he has been secretly observing Wei Li's daily life, for fear that this girl will suddenly Found a new house.

【Lili＿Wei】I had a great time, and I posted a lot of selfies of delicious food and beautiful scenery; occasionally I showed a few dark dishes made by myself in a small apartment with ample food and clothing.

He and Wei Li didn't have many friends in common, but found that under every post, there were likes and comments from [LilithM] without exception.

Yu Hanguang was immediately infected by Wei Li and Meng Tanli's self-satisfaction, so he said to Wei Bo: "Your sister has been very happy recently, and we are two extremes."

"Girls who have just graduated, it's time to be happy." Wei Bo smiled.

Badartist copy...

Start with a creative...

Fresh graduate girl...

A few words flashed back in Yu Hanguang's mind.

In an instant, a vague inspiration floated out like a UFO.He also shook his head in disbelief as if he saw an alien.

But let it slip away.

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(1) Badartistscopy: From Picasso, the whole sentence is "Badartistscopy, goodartistssteal", which can probably be translated as "good artisans imitate skills, masters steal ideas".One of the reasons why this sentence is more well-known is that Jobs once changed it to "Goodartistscopy, greatartistssteal" (good artists imitate skills, great artists steal); but Lao Bi's original meaning of this sentence is very ironic, because Badartists are not A real "artist" can only be called a "craftsman".