The strongest game production method

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The summer solstice has just passed, and the dog days have not yet arrived, but the temperature in Yizhou is already like a furnace.At noon, the camphor trees downstairs were sun-drenched, and the cicadas outside the window were too tortured to shout.

After taking a sip of iced coffee, Yu Hanguang regained his strength, and lightly clasped the rim of the coffee cup with his fingers, slightly surprised.

He originally thought that Wei Bo would continue to follow the topic and ask what his idea was.Although he has been busy these two weeks, he claimed that he has no clue, but he actually has a preliminary idea.

Come up and ask for conditions?

Get carried away.

Two more?

Take measures!

"If you want to make a project, you must at least know the company's situation. I just came here, and you can introduce some of the people in charge."

Wei Bo looked at the non-Chinese and foreign meals in front of the table-the crayfish macaroni and Kung Pao chicken pizza that Yu Hanguang specially ordered for him-he couldn't laugh or cry.

"This is the first condition."

The fingertips seemed to be chilled by the coolness from the coffee cup, Yu Hanguang was stunned, thinking that Wei Bo's conditions were quite simple.

Just like the way he speaks, all the indifference and bursting will eventually merge into a simple meekness.

He said: "There are two founders of Aimeng, Mr. Meng Aimeng, as you know, and Mr. Zou Haiyao, Mr. Zou. They are high school alumni, and they are in the same department of Yizhou University. They were famous people when they were studying. , and formed a group called 'Three Musketeers of Jixinyuan'."

"It's just that Lao Zou has been looking for money in the past few years. He has been running in both Jingzhou and Yizhou, and he is rarely seen."

Wei Bo was a little curious: "'Three Musketeers'? Another one is..."

"I don't know about that, I've heard about it too." Yu Hanguang lowered his head, his eyelashes covered his eyes like a small fan.

He rolled the pasta with a fork: "The next one is Yang Ye and Qin Haotian. Yang Ye, who is called Ye God by people in the Jianghu, is Lao Meng's classmate; Qin Haotian, is your boss. He was a Ph.D. student in Yida University, and Lao Meng dragged him to love Dream, the doctor also failed to finish reading."

"In the past, Ye Shen was in charge of the product group. Products, planning, art, and testing were all his work; Lao Qin was in charge of the technology group, and he built most of the framework of the Aimeng development engine."

"Ye Shen was promoted to VP the year before last, overtaking Qin Haotian. However, Lao Qin has the position of CTO and doesn't care about it. In the past two years, he has been playing games with his life and tinkering with algorithms, not caring about specific technologies."

Wei Bo gave up his resistance and pulled Kung Pao Chicken Pizza closer: "Boss Qin really ruled by doing nothing."

"Then there is our business group and functional group. My boss, Wan Minzhe, has worked in Jingzhou for many years like you, and has a good reputation within and between groups. She was poached by Chi Lan." Yu Hanguang bit Swallowing the noodles, "Oh, Chi Lan is no stranger to you. She is smart, beautiful and capable. She is the chief manager of personnel affairs. She is in Aimeng. If you offend anyone, don't offend her."

"Functional groups and financial ladies, take it easy when you reimburse your loans in the future. Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. It's not that you don't report, and post the invoices. The general manager of the functional group is Mr. Zhao Huifeng."

Wei Bo can always sharply pick out the key points from long speeches: "Why do you call him a teacher?"

"Call the teacher to show respect. Mr. Zhao is born in the 50s and is in his [-]s. Before retiring, he was a partner in a large law firm in Yizhou. He is good at financial and legal affairs and has great prestige in the industry."

"Aimeng has had several intellectual property disputes, all of which were resolved by Mr. Zhao. He also took the lead in declaring various government subsidies and awards."

"However, Mr. Zhao is not usually in the company. He and Lao Zou's father are friends, so he came to the company to hold the title of director."

After Yu Hanguang finished speaking, he knew he had made a slip of the tongue.

He had vaguely heard about Zou Haiyao's background from Meng Ai. One time when he went to a bookstore, he saw a set of Yizhou local chronicles from a well-known publishing house in the most prominent place on the bookshelf. "The surname is Zou.

Later, the name of this character appeared less and less in public. He knew the ups and downs of the officialdom, so he kept a tacit silence.

"The first condition is over." The Kung Pao Chicken Pizza tasted unexpectedly good.

There is a kind of delicacy, and only by tasting it can you know that this wonderful thing really exists.

It's like some kind of emotion.

Wei Bo continued: "The second condition, Yu Hanguang, please formally apologize to me for changing the code before."

Yu Hanguang felt that the blood in his whole body rushed to his face: "..."

He's the one who teases people, and he's the one who insists on ordering food. Besides, someone even ate pizza, so he can't give up.only……

It's just that he felt that he was neither advancing nor retreating, as if he was stuck between two steps while climbing a mountain, which was uncomfortable.

The gazebo at the top of the peak is still in sight.

It is not shameful to escape, it is a luxury to escape.

After several minutes of fighting between heaven and man, Yu Hanguang exhausted all his lung capacity and let out a breath, accepting his fate.

He has been in the start-up company for so long, and he has already developed a flexible skeleton.

It's a small matter to be cheeky, but if you get stuck in the middle of the steps, it will be a big problem-if you don't try to take a step forward, you will fall down sooner or later.

"Wei Bo, I apologize to you for the wrong behavior of modifying your code, I'm sorry."

"please forgive me."

Yu Hanguang and Wei Boman had just known each other for a full month, and this was the first time they saw a smile like Ye Tan on Gujing Wubo's face.

For a moment, this smile dazzled him.

"Advise you, don't think of crooked ideas in the future. There is no project that can be achieved by relying on crooked ideas." Wei Bo turned the screen of the mobile phone and turned to Yu Hanguang, "I've bought the bill, and I'll take care of it."

He accidentally touched the IM chat interface with his thumb. Yu Hanguang's eyes were very good, and he was speechless when he took a closer look——Wei Bo actually changed his note name to [Hua Die].

The waiter approached at the right time, and put two red velvet cakes on the table with a smile: "This is a dessert presented by our store manager. I hope you two handsome guys will come here often."

Yu Hanguang upgraded from speechless to speechless.

He counts as a hard worker, but just by swiping his face, he can enjoy a [-]% discount on coffee.

I drank [-] yuan of coffee, and I have never been given a cake.

Just after the exchange activities ended, Yu Hanguang was full of time-consuming chores such as exchanging business with media teachers, reimbursement and posting invoices.He was absent-mindedly busy until the evening, and he only swallowed a sandwich for dinner, and now he is stretching his long legs, with his arms behind his head as a pillow, leaning on the lazy sofa to rest in a daze.

The orange-yellow sunset glow as thick as "Sunflower" quietly faded away, and the scene in Van Gogh's "Starry Sky" appeared in the sky.

Most of the colleagues left work and left. In the quiet and restless night, Yu Hanguang thought over and over again about the three words "crooked idea"; he felt that Wei Bo might not have seen how muddy the water of VR games is, so naive. Almost sincere.

It's no fun to always speculate on others, and in the end he decided to take care of his thoughts about the project demo.

Probably a series of unexpected events that happened two weeks ago were too stimulating, forming a small memory bump, especially the mountain climbing, which made Yu Hanguang suddenly enlightened.

rock climbing.

The idea of ​​making a VR rock climbing game gradually took shape in his mind.

He has seen the special group forums of major game websites. Rock climbing VR is considered an unpopular category in sports games. At present, only three small studios have done it, and user education is rounded to zero.

In other words, because there are a large number of games and the stalls are spread out, players are very familiar with sports games such as shooting and football that are popular with the masses; but if you mention rock climbing to them, most players have heard of it, but they are not familiar with it. .

Yu Hanguang estimated that the initial growth of this project is not optimistic.

However, the great advantage of having fewer competitors is that there is less pressure: there is a first-mover advantage, as long as you can quickly accumulate seed users in the early stage, relying on your thunderbolt means in operation and promotion, this rock climbing game will definitely become popular.

Thoughts are the voluntary activity of the posterior frontal lobes of the brain that almost everyone has.At this moment, if you ask the security guard in the lobby of the office building "what game do you want to play", the other party will be able to tell a lot about it.

Yu Hanguang knows very well that it is really awesome to make an idea into a game.

He squeezed the Jingming acupoint on the top of the nose, but unfortunately eye exercises did not make the brain clear.

This anxious look and movement, like a live broadcast, was reflected in the eyes of Wei Bo who strolled back to the company after dinner.Wei Bo quietly came to the lazy sofa: "I suggest you play games for a while and relax properly."

The two biggest stumbling blocks between Wei Bo and Yu Hanguang were originally the code that was changed and the fight in which no one had the upper hand; after careful investigation, there was no deep grievance.At noon, he accepted the apology. The estrangement between the two of them had been resolved, and they planned to cooperate on the project. He didn't have any acquaintances in the new company. Thinking about it this way, Yu Hanguang turned out to be the person he communicated with the most recently.

Wei Bo was clear in his heart, knowing that he had to help.

"I don't have that time, and besides, I'm tired of playing the company's games." Yu Hanguang got up and returned to his seat, and impatiently pushed away the VR headset at hand.

Wei Bo has already connected the laptop to the monitor: "Not playing VR, play a PC game. The link has been sent to you. After you buy it and download it, we will connect."

As early as ten years ago, mobile games and PC games had already been divided into two parts.With only so much attention paid by players, the market share of PC games is constantly being eroded, and it is like a thing of the past.Since VR games joined the rivers and lakes, PC games have become the tears of the times.

Yu Hanguang thinks that they can still survive, thanks to a group of middle-aged and elderly people with their own nostalgic filters who recharge with love.

"This kind of game is neither cool nor krypton, and it can't attract players. Take our company as an example, there are a bunch of hardcore masters, and there are not many people playing PC now."

"I didn't expect you to like playing this game—" Yu Hanguang poked his head out from behind the computer, like a cunning fox who could see through people's minds.

He looked at the thermos cup beside Wei Bo's table, and deliberately drew the tone: "Don't pretend! Teacher Wei, you and Teacher Zhao are actually the same age, right? Shall I make you a cup of wolfberry?"

Wei Bo is like an ignorant scholar in a strange novel, turning a blind eye to the fox, and said directly: "I play games for fun. If you are crazy and kryptonous, it's not me playing games, it's games playing me."

"It's the same when doing projects, don't let the projects get you done." He put the thermos cup to his mouth and sipped, while staring at the screen; the hot water stained his lips with a little water, sparking blood .

Wei Bo was surprised, since he ate cake with someone, he became talkative.

The two played online a strategy game called "Our War" developed by an independent studio in Eastern Europe.

As the name suggests, the game is about war.However, it is not the same as the luxury 3A masterpiece full of killing feeling-the game is pixel style, and the protagonist is a civilian trapped in the city due to the encirclement and suppression of the enemy.

Perhaps due to historical and cultural reasons, the Eastern European scars that come with this game are too strong: Under the cute and friendly pixel paintings, it is full of harsh survival challenges and cruel death punishments.

The core element of the game is "materials".In the isolated city where ammunition and food are running out, the survival duo teamed up by Yu Hanguang and Wei Bo must use various means to collect the necessities of life.It doesn't matter whether it's trading, cheating, robbing or killing—the ultimate goal is to wait until the moment when the reinforcements arrive.

At first, Wei Bo was still leaning on the engineering chair and clicking the mouse. Slowly, his waist became straighter and straighter, and his brows were also knit together.

Did Yu Hanguang understand "using various means" as "unscrupulous means"?

This fox has never used aboveboard tricks since the beginning of the game.Either follow passers-by to sneak attack, or go to the underground market to deceive the proprietress who sells black bread; just because she wanted two candles, she sent the little NPC girl away with a bullet in the backhand.

Wei Bo has played this game several times. Although he occasionally cheated and stole some supplies deliberately hoarded by unscrupulous shops, most of the time he completed the task by doing business in a fair manner.Yu Hanguang, no, the bullet of Niu Hulu Hanguang pierced his bottom line.

game over.

The survival team waited for reinforcements to arrive, but the two felt a little bit unhappy.The only sound in the office is the hum of computer fans.

"So you love playing dirty tricks? You want to kill people?" Wei Bo said, "You... can't say anything."

"It's not impossible to kill. Teacher Wei, the situation is too small."

Niu Hulu Han Guang was immersed in the joy of victory, and he was still smiling: "The little girl I killed also found guns and medicines on her body, which are important capital for our self-protection."

"Besides, she has a gun on her body. If I don't kill her, she might kill me instead. How can I win?"

"Strategy games are hard to describe," Yu Hanguang continued, "If you lose, everything will go to waste."

Wei Bo paused for a few seconds, then asked coldly: "If, I mean, if I slow you down, will you even kill me?"

Yu Hanguang's lips twitched, a trace of hesitation flashed across his face, and he swallowed the words.

Wei Bo understood his answer and said, "Actually, you are afraid of losing."

Yu Hanguang is a typical "losing is the original sin" faction.

If you don't want to win in the game world, what is the purpose of playing games?After all, in real life, there are too many places to lose.

In the game world, no pains, no gains; real life, no pains, no setbacks.

"You have been in the company for so long, and you have never been a project manager. This is probably the reason." Wei Bo said.

The fox's tail was finally stepped on.

Yu Hanguang has been working in Aimeng for nearly six years, bosses, colleagues, suppliers of Party B, media teachers... He is best at dealing with all kinds of gods and ghosts, and Hua Die has a good temper.

Everyone said he was slick and thoughtful.

But in fact, "thoughtful" is not a compliment.Because thinking more is equal to being more afraid.

It's not that I want to win, I'm just afraid of losing.

On the eve of the project initiation meeting, it is self-deception to say that the mind is unmoved.But in Yu Hanguang's mind, there are always two villains named "Shang Shang Ah" and "No Way" fighting, and in the end, the villain "No Way" will gain the upper hand.

If retreating is considered a craft, then he is already a national super retreating drum performer.

Seeing that he looked depressed, Wei Bo didn't continue.The two quit the game and worked overtime relatively silently for a while.

The evening traffic rush in Yizhou has passed, and the originally noisy science and technology park is quiet, only the logos made of neon lights of various colors are shining brightly.They interweave and merge with the night, and emerge a strange desolation.

"Will you even kill me?" Wei Bo stood on the familiar ice field, pointing at the black hole of the gun.

Yu Hanguang couldn't see his expression.

"You're afraid of losing." Wei Bo squeezed Yu Hanguang's hand on the trigger, "Shoot."

"Bang——" the gunshot rang out, and Yu Hanguang's trembling hands dropped limply.

The bullet casing fell to his feet, and a crack was instantly struck on the ice.The crack gradually expanded, and fell into the depths of the glacier along the crevices of the ice surface, and the piercing ice water poured in from all directions...

He stepped on the water and leaned upward with all his strength, struggling in vain.In the end, the surrounding blisters gradually dissipated, his hands and feet stopped moving, and he slowly sank into the undercurrent.

Yu Hanguang took a deep breath, and opened his eyes quickly.

Beads of sweat rolled from his forehead to his nostrils.

He found himself lying flat like a corpse, his hands clenched into fists* folded over his heart, because the clenched too tightly, the veins on the side of his wrist were exposed, and the palms were pinched with red marks by nails.

This dream came in a weird way, but it was also very clear because of the weirdness.

He got up and opened the curtains. It was not yet six o'clock in the morning, everything was quiet, and the sky was white.The white saturation is very low, and it even looks a little suspended, like the ice field in his dream.

"You're afraid of losing," he kept thinking.

The morning sun peeked out the sharp morning light, piercing the false white in an instant.

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The source of inspiration for "Our War": a game called "TheWarofMine" on Steam, Amway for everyone~