The three of them walked out of the arched door of the Sacrificial Hall and entered a dark tunnel.
The further they went, the narrower the tunnel became. Soon, it was the size of a normal corridor. Even though there were occasional turns, they did not find a fork in the road.
"Hmm … right." Along the way, Uncle Worthless was suddenly reminded of something and turned to Atobe. "Atobe, there is something that I'm curious about, and I wish to ask you."
Atobe was startled when he heard that. A player at Uncle Worthless's level has a question for me to ask?
"Ah? What is it? "Atobe replied.
"It's …" Uncle Worthless asked. "What kind of gaming studio is Hyotei Emperor?"
"What kind?" Atobe repeated the question with a thoughtful expression, but internally, he was thinking, There are different types of gaming studios?
Obviously … there are.
Roughly speaking, there were four types of gaming studios.
The first was the 'comprehensive' type. Most of these studios were large, wealthy, and famous companies. The scope of their business had already exceeded the gaming industry, and they relied on their brand alone to guarantee their profit.
The second type was the 'talent' type. The scale of these studios ranged from small to large. The basic idea was to focus on the people, and the core idea was to cultivate star players. By exporting talent to the outside world, they could earn a sizable income.
The third type was the 'business type'. This was a more marginal type. Not everyone had the ability to do it, but those who could do it would earn quite a bit. This type of studio did not have high requirements for their employees' gaming ability. They needed players who were patient, good at observation, and good at socializing. They treated gaming as a business, relying on the hype of virtual items, controlling the price of goods, and buying and selling information to make a fortune.
The fourth type was the 'practical' type. Small to medium-sized studios usually belonged to this category. Their main business was the most basic part of the industry — helping (or leading) people to practice and farm gold. Basically, it was a rough job that was not that glamorous or enjoyable. After some time, it would become mechanical, and it would make people feel tired and tired. Furthermore … they had to endure all kinds of criticism and criticism because their gaming style was purely for efficiency, so they would often ruin other players' gaming experience. Even if they were called 'locusts', they could not refute that.
The above information could be considered as basic knowledge. In 2055, if you want to be in the game industry, be it as a player or open your own studio, you have to master this. If you don't even know your basic position, then you're just digging your own grave.
At this point, everyone must have realized that … Indeed, Atobe-sama, or rather … Jin Fugui, had jumped into the gaming industry without knowing anything.
Fortunately … his family was quite well-off, which allowed him to make some mistakes.
Jin Fugui's father had been in business for many years and was a sensible person. He was quite open-minded. If his son wanted to start a game studio, then let him do it. After all, it was a legal industry and the investment required was not high. Even if he couldn't do anything, he wouldn't lose much money. Anyway … it was better than squatting at home after graduating from university.
Therefore, with a heart filled with passion, anticipation, and ignorance, Atobe started his gaming career.
"It's … the kind that …" Atobe stammered. "The kind that doesn't have many members but is quite powerful …"
"Oh, is it the elite route? Then you're a 'talent type', "Hong Hu added." Hmm? By the way … how come your studio's official website isn't online yet? "
"Er … That …" Atobe answered awkwardly. "Because the company hasn't been set up for long … and the game business is quite busy …"
Actually … if no one reminded him, he probably would not have remembered to set up a studio's website even after half a year.
"Is that so?" Hong Hu did not suspect anything. "Hmm … I can understand. A small studio with few members will have this kind of problem."
"Actually, it's already impressive that you can maintain a normal operation," Uncle Worthless added. "I'm quite impressed by Atobe. He's already the boss of a studio at such a young age. You must have quite a lot of bank loans, right? Haha … "
"Er … It's … it's nothing …" Atobe was too embarrassed to admit that he was a rich kid in this kind of atmosphere.
"Haha … Don't worry. Back then, Shiva, Laughing Blade, and the others started their own companies around your age. Haven't they all become famous characters?" Hong Hu laughed. "Your studio has just started, and you already have players like Ming Nan and the others. The future is bright." He paused. "But … since it's a talent type studio, connections are important. Even if it's just to keep up appearances, you have to recruit more employees. After the newcomers have matured, you and the core team will be able to take care of the offline stuff. "
"Hmm, understood …" Atobe nodded.
"How about this? After the scenario is over, let's add each other as friends. I still have some friends in the circle. There are some professional players who are quite strong. I can introduce them to you, "Ambitionist said.
"Oh! That's a great help! "Atobe's eyes glowed." Thank you, thank you. "
"Heh heh … You're welcome," Ambitionist said with a smile. "Even though my friends are quite talented, they don't have enough experience. They didn't succeed when they sent their resumes to famous studios, and they're not interested in those small and medium-sized studios that focus on actual work. Instead, they went to some strange small studios because they were afraid that they would be scammed. Since you're willing to take them in, it's a win-win situation. "
"Er … We're not that close … Aren't you afraid that I'm also a black-hearted boss who exploits his employees?" Atobe asked with a smile.
"You don't look like it." Uncle Worthless then added, "I'm quite a good judge of character. Even though we haven't known each other for long, be it you or Ming Nan and the other two … none of you look like people who came from a studio."
"Hmm, I think so too," Hong Hu added.
"Okay … I'll take that as a compliment," Atobe replied.
Atobe's trip to this Team Nightmare Dungeon was not wasted. Whether he would get the final reward or not aside, at least he had gained something more practical.
"Oh, I also have something to ask you." At that moment, Atobe felt like it was time to change the topic, so he turned to Uncle Worthless. "About how you exposed the mimicry spirit earlier … At the time, was the only thing you relied on?"
"Yes, that was all," Uncle Worthless replied.
Atobe said, "Where does your confidence come from?"
Uncle Worthless hesitated for a moment before he smiled and said, "Hehe … Actually, the reason is very simple. I've studied the recordings of the Tournament of the Best many times. I've observed every single one of the contestants' battle style in detail. Especially those small habitual movements and the instantaneous reaction when faced with danger … I've studied them frame by frame. "
"Ah … Brother Worthless, you've done your homework as well," Hong Hu replied instantly.
"Haha … the same goes for you." Uncle Worthless laughed. "I believe you've done as much research as I have."
At this point, two sharp gazes met briefly before quickly moving away. Everything was said without words …
Only Atobe, who stood to the side, lowered his head silently. He could not help but think … these two professional players before him had done so much in their own name. On the other hand, he was the leader of a gaming studio, but until now, he had been playing the game with the mentality of 'earning money through playing'.
Zhen Ge, Ol 'Qu, and Ming Ming could have that mentality because their job was to play games, and they had done a good job. In other words, they had the makings of a professional gamer. That was the only thing they could do — use their gaming skills to support the studio.
But Atobe was different. He was the investor, manager, and decision-maker of the studio. The things that he needed to do were not something that could be done in-game.
At that moment, it dawned on Atobe … why his three bad friends refused to queue up with him and would mercilessly say things like, "You're too weak, just go offline."
Actually … it was not that they did not want to play games with their best friends, and they did not think that Atobe was too weak. They merely wanted Atobe to do what he was supposed to do. This was because they were no longer four students hiding in the dormitory; they were adults who had stepped into society and needed to survive through gaming.
The three of them understood that already, but Atobe did not. He did not seem to have grown up yet.
At the end of the day … he was just 'playing'. He was using his youth and his family's money to play. The so-called "studio" was just a cover shrouded in the aura of "dreams" and "entrepreneurship". It allowed him to stay with his good brothers and play games all day long …
Now that he thought about it, he did not deserve to be called the 'boss'. He rarely did those boring investigations and research work, and he never came up with any detailed or long-term gaming plans. The studio's daily schedule was one day at a time.
"I really am an idiot who never grows up," Atobe grumbled internally. "I am not a qualified leader … and I am not a qualified professional player …" He gave a long sigh and raised his eyes to look at the two players who were walking beside him. "A real professional needs to have qualities like these two … or else how can I have the face to call myself a professional?"
He could not help but be reminded of a classic movie line — nothing is easy in the adult world.
"Hey! Look over there! "Suddenly, Hong Hu stopped moving and raised his flashlight to say.
His words pulled Atobe's attention back to the scenario that he was in.
Uncle Worthless also assumed an alert posture and focused his attention in the direction that Hong Hu was pointing at.
Then, he saw a cluster of green light appear at the end of the corridor, and it was slowly approaching him …
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