Chapter 29 I didn't expect Wang Wei to be really awesome

"That's how the new Super Mario Bros. came out?"

After White saw Wang Wei and nodded, he felt that he had been subverted by a hairy boy.

He looked at Wang Wei's natural complexion, remembering that the other party said that more games would be released in the future, as if the young man in front of him could get tens of millions at his fingertips, and couldn't help but complain in his boiling heart: Who taught you this forced pretense method, it's amazing!

But White remembered that the other party had just made an innovative and excellent shooting game with exquisite graphics and easy operation without spending a dime, and understood that the other party was not bragging, and it was indeed saving tens of millions of game production costs.

Thousands of dollars at your fingertips? There's nothing wrong with that.

Thump...... Kneeled

White could no longer use it to express his thoughts, and he fell to the ground on his stomach, and after a long time under Wang Wei's surprised gaze, he could brew a short sentence on his face:

"President, regarding the game, I will definitely agree with your opinion before I talk about my own opinion in the future."

"Good." Wang Wei nodded, looked at Delia in the wheelchair with a complicated face and said slowly: "Delia, I need your help very much, so I don't have to feel embarrassed about my own worth." ”

Delia nodded, reluctantly accepted Wang Wei's words, thought of what she had just said, realized that she would have to live here in the future, and asked directly:

"President, can I have a room by myself? Any room will do. ”

On the second floor itself, there are only eight classrooms and a separate toilet and washroom, and the game studio occupies two, so the next six houses are just right for each of them, including Lena and Christine.

"Of course, the storage room in the far corner of 208 is now unused, and it's yours to use." Wang Wei nodded, and then Delia left the room with Morris.

Wang Wei took the opportunity to ask questions...

The game production room, which was suddenly quiet, became lively because of the chat between Wang Wei and White, from the experience of game production to the platform power in the game industry, as well as the existing armed forces of Xingzhou.

Wang Wei sensed the ambition hidden under the other party's decadent face, and asked curiously: "Mr. White, may I ask if the copyright of the work "Jedi: Lightsaber" is still in your hands?" ”

"Yes, all the rights are in my hands."

Wang Wei heard that the other party owned all the copyrights, so according to his position, he began to think about the tax issue between the game designer and Sin Chew.

At the end of the decade, the Federal Empire has not been able to promote the game system bill, but has simply and crudely formulated conventional regulations.

That is, each game designer registered in the star state must pay 5% of the profit of the game released, and the amount of this tax is entirely paid by the game designer, and has nothing to do with the game platform established by the big consortium.

Thinking of this, although Wang Wei felt that it was impossible for a rational and normal game designer to come to him to settle down and register his identity in a short period of time, there was no point in implementing this regulation.

But he won't let go of this opportunity, after all, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's meat.

He looked at White's anxious appearance and said softly: "Oh, then I suggest that you don't put it on the federal game platform tomorrow, and deal with those fatal problems before you release it." ”

White didn't understand what the other person meant, "Huh? How to deal with it? ”

Wang Wei thought that he should be able to clear the simple mode of "Jedi Warrior: Lightsaber" overnight, touched his chin and said casually:

"I'll write you the bugs and problems in your game in detail tomorrow morning, and you can modify them according to the above items."

"Ahh Oh. ”

White was shocked when he heard it, his old designer who was more than half a hundred years old couldn't keep up with Wang Wei's jumping thinking, and dared to feel that this meant that the young man in front of him wanted to interfere in the game he made.

Not only did he want a piece of the pie, but he also wanted to bite off a piece of meat on him, but the person had to bow his head under the eaves, and White still reluctantly responded.

Seeing the other party's reluctance, Wang Wei also realized that his words were wrong, and hurriedly chuckled and said:

"Mr. White, don't worry, your work is yours after all, I won't ask you to add my name to the list of game planners, I just want to collect that 5% game tax."

White suddenly realized, remembering that the other party had made a game of the era of innovation in a short period of time just now, how could he be worried about his own petty profits, and he was a little embarrassed that he misunderstood Wang Wei, and scratched his head, which was not much hair: "Oh, that's the case." ”

A B-level designer who came into contact with this world for the first time, Wang Wei knew that he couldn't be too domineering, but he had to show a steady posture, and chatted again:

"I remember that you should have accepted more than one of my invitations, and I wonder why you chose me in the end?"

When White heard this question, he remembered the miserable time when he was starving and freezing everywhere, and the decadent old man's eyes slowly flowed with crystal tears, and he sniffed and said:

"If it were normal times, I wouldn't have chosen you for anything. But now in this era of food shortage, and I am especially disgusted with the elderly and the disabled, I have no choice. They didn't want to accept Delia, who had a leg problem, and just wanted to sign me alone.

But Delia is my most important helper and my daughter I raised, and I can't and don't want to be separated from her, so I have to choose you after turning down two game studios. ”

Wang Wei heard the other party's words expressing strange feelings, showing a strange expression,

He recalled through his memories that White carefully avoided the parts of Delia's body that could be touched, and felt that the relationship between White and Delia was less like a couple who had forgotten their years, but more like an awkward father-daughter relationship.

He asked curiously, "How long have you known Delia?" ”

"Exactly ten years, Delia was only sixteen years old at the time, and I was found in the rubble by my already dead wife, and we were ...... then," White said for a long time as he fell into his memories.

Wang Wei patiently listened to the other party's words, nodded in agreement from time to time, and did not change his gentle attitude because of the other party's more and more braggy and smug expression.

The heart-to-heart conversation lasted for several hours, so that the estrangement between the two people due to the game concept and attitude slowly disappeared, and increased the sense of trust in each other.

White believes that Wang Wei has a game concept that is absolutely ahead of the times, and Wang Wei feels more and more that the old man in front of him has a solid foundation in game production.

White, who returned to his room in the early morning, learned that Morris was already sleeping in his room, so he planned to take advantage of the existing light to write today's events, and he lamented the change of times, the passage of time, and the emergence of young people like Wang Wei who are extremely talented in making games.

Although the other party is now a weak president, White believes that this smiling president with a heart for a city, an ocean of endless creative points, and a genius for making games can one day become the ultimate master of this empire.

He opened the diary and reopened a page, wrote for a long time, and concluded at the end: "I thought everyone was here to pretend to be forced, but I didn't think of it...... Wang Wei is really awesome, only I am pretending. ”