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Chapter 42

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Everyone left the meeting room one after another.

Huang Sibo called out to Bao Xu.

"Brother Bao, I'll have to trouble you to think of a plan then. I'll need at least five days to come up with the design draft. If that's the case, it'll be best if we have a rough idea by tomorrow and we can communicate as soon as possible."

Huang Sibo was polite.

That was because Huang Sibo did not know Bao Xu's background and his judgment of the latter was based on a few points.

He looked really old with a receding hairline.

He was an elite gamer who had overtime privileges and was deeply trusted by Boss Pei.

He was a man of few words and always looked like he was in deep thought.

All in all, Huang Sibo felt that Bao Xu was most likely a senior.

Bao Xu nodded. "Alright, Brother Huang."

Bao Xu did not know much about Huang Sibo either. However, he knew that he was a Year 1 student while Huang Sibo had entered the industry after graduation and was definitely a senior.

Both of them thought that the other party's' brother 'was just a form of courtesy and respect between new colleagues and did not take it to heart.

Who would have thought that it was the other party's true feelings?

Returning to his desk, Huang Sibo was both happy and uneasy at the same time.

He was happy because he found out that the boss and colleagues here were so friendly and polite – it was completely different from the strict and repressive environment of his previous company.

He was nervous because he was afraid that he was not capable enough and would be a burden.

Huang Sibo hurriedly searched through all the design documents he had collected earlier on and started to cram.

That way, Bao Xu would have to write the design documents once he had a basic idea two days later.

As for Bao Xu, he was already in the conceptualization stage.

Memories of all sorts of FPS games flooded his mind like a tidal wave, providing him with inspiration.

It wasn't difficult to make the game feel friendly to newcomers. It could be done with some simple adjustments.

For example, increasing the collision box of a character, especially the head, would increase the headshot rate of newbies.

Alternatively, increasing the speed of scoping in and switching would allow newbies to master instant sniping within a short period of practice.

Bao Xu was not an expert in FPS games and was not at the level of a professional player. However, he could be considered as an expert amongst the passersby.

That was not difficult as long as he adjusted it according to his own hand feel.

As for paywall weapons, it was nothing more than an increase in price – that was not a problem either.

For Bao Xu, the only difficulty was his first request – the plot!

Bao Xu fell into deep thought.

To be honest, he didn't understand this at all.

That was because most of the popular FPS games in the country did not have a storyline at all. Counter Strike did not have a storyline as well. In any case, they just had to fight Tu Tu Tu.

Some foreign standalone FPS games did have a plot, but what kind of company were they? What kind of company was Tengda?

With 30 people, they still wanted to follow the capacity of a foreign standalone FPS game. This kind of behavior could be said to be overestimating themselves.

Although Bao Xu had just entered the gaming industry, he still had a pretty good idea.

Bao Xu couldn't help but think in reverse.

There were only 30 people in the company. It was obvious that they would not be able to produce the story capacity of foreign FPS games.

How could the wise Boss Pei not know something that even a layman like him knew?

Boss Pei must know!

Since he knew, why did he set such a strict requirement?

This was a test, but also a hint!

Boss Pei was testing our abilities. At the same time, he was reminding us that we could not follow the methods of foreign standalone FPS games!

Then, what should he do …

Bao Xu fell into deep thought.



5 o 'clock in the afternoon.

Pei Qian snuck off happily.

The feeling of knocking off at the right time was great!

Of course, as the boss, Pei Qian could choose not to come to work.

However, if he did that, he would not be able to experience the joy of waiting to knock off as well as the excitement of knocking off.

It was just like what a rich second-generation heir who owned more than 30 houses but had to go out daily to collect rent had once said: humans cannot be idle or they would become useless.

That was what Pei Qian thought as well. Even though the system had given him a cheat that allowed him to live a carefree life, he could not allow himself to indulge in pleasure and become a cripple.

He would go to class and work at fixed times according to his mood so that he could experience the feeling of working hard so that he would not become useless.

The previous week, Pei Qian would chase people away after knocking off. He would chase away all the employees who habitually stayed in the company, especially people like Huang Sibo.

He wanted to correct the bad habits of his employees!

Of course, Bao Xu was an exception. Pei Qian had tacitly allowed him to play games in the company so that he could spend more on electricity.

After a week of hard work, Pei Qian felt that most of the employees should have changed their bad habits.

After all, who would like to work overtime in the company?

All of them had developed the habit of knocking off on time like Pei Qian – that was something that Pei Qian was extremely gratified about.



Huang Sibo was initially tidying up the things on his table.

He sat down immediately after he saw Pei Qian leave.

He had decided to take a risk.

He was going to ignore Boss Pei's warning to deduct his salary and stay to work overtime!

He was completely willing to work overtime this time round.

That was because Huang Sibo was extremely nervous. He felt that he was not up to the task of being the chief planner. That was why he wanted to stay to make up for it so that he could make sufficient preparations so that he would not be a burden!

As for the other employees, most of them knocked off at fixed times.

After all, they had nothing much to do now and everyone was eagerly waiting for Bao Xu to come up with the game concept draft.

Huang Sibo was still thinking about how he should explain himself if Boss Pei suddenly came back.

However, he soon realized that his worries were unnecessary – Boss Pei was not that free to come to the company to check on who was working overtime.

Before long, Huang Sibo and Bao Xu were the only ones left in the huge office area.

Bao Xu took a huge bag of potato chips from the snacks area with ease and got himself a cup of coffee from the coffee machine in the water bar.

All of these were provided by the company without a limit.

At the start, Bao Xu felt really good and drank the coffee and soft drinks like water. However, after a while, he felt that it was nothing much and he only drank in moderation.

Bao Xu was slightly surprised to see that Huang Sibo had not left as well. However, he did not say much as he returned to his seat and started scribbling on a blank piece of paper.



8pm at night …

Bao Xu stood up and walked to Huang Sibo's side, holding onto a piece of paper that looked like scribbles. It was filled with all sorts of pictures and words.

"Brother Huang, I've almost thought it through," Bao Xu said.

Huang Sibo nodded hurriedly. "Go ahead, Brother Bao."

Bao Xu pulled a chair over from the side and started explaining his rough idea to Huang Sibo.

"The last two requests from Boss Pei are easy to fulfill. The key is the story mode."

"I think that we will definitely not be able to create a story like the overseas FPS games. Be it the character models, movements, setting resources etc., we are far from it."

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