The next day, Meng Shu and Xia Nianzhen had a brief discussion on the scene.

But it's not so much a discussion as a hall of his words.

Because in fact, he was all talking, and Xia Nianzhen was listening.

What was originally just an ordinary communication exchange has become a meeting-like formality.

Xia Nianzhen was a little embarrassed about her sci-fi level, and frequently bowed her head during the conversation, looking very embarrassed.

No matter what the boss said, she nodded vigorously, and she didn't speak, let alone express her position.

Meng Shu didn't know what to say.

After thinking about it, I had to give her some encouragement verbally, telling her not to worry and not to feel embarrassed. After all, people are not omnipotent, and the weak direction just needs to study hard.

Then he explained to her that he was looking for an art director so that she could do her job better.

Because learning also takes time.

In this regard, Xia Nianzhen hummed heavily, saying that she would work hard and cooperate with the work of the art director.

After the conversation, in the office, Meng Shu crossed Erlang's legs and leaned back in the chair.

On the computer screen in front of him, there are original paintings that look quite exquisite.

Looking at these art designs with different styles, he already had an idea in his heart about how to recruit an art director.

According to the clues provided by Infinite Net Entertainment, the person he wants is in the Baoshu District of the same city.

...

...

Deep City, Baoshu District.

At 10:40 p.m., in a small street not far from the night market, a small food truck named Ah Cheng Noodles was ready to close its stall.

Ah Cheng, the owner and chef, is cleaning the kitchen counter and sanitation of the food truck, because there are not many customers on this street now, and the number of people is gradually decreasing with the thick night.

He usually leaves the car around 4 p.m. to set up his stall and closes it around 11 p.m.

Because he has a daughter to take care of, he doesn't do all-nighters, so he doesn't choose to set up a stall in the crowded night market.

For him, in terms of the two choices of making money and having a daughter, he chose his daughter.

Because he only has one daughter left...

"Dad, check out~"

A little girl of about four or five years old ran into the dining car with a homework book and a pencil, and shouted softly at her father, with a hint of sleepiness on her face, as if she wanted to sleep.

"Haole, Laile."

Ah Cheng put down the mop, wiped his hands on the apron, and walked out of the dining car.

Outside, there are several low tables and low stools on the floor, the kind that can be taken away at any time.

Since it was getting late, the street was not a night market, and there were few people, so the tables were all empty.

Only one of the tables sat a guest wearing a hat and sunglasses, who was quietly drinking water.

Apparently, he finished eating.

"Hello guest, a bowl of noodles and two fried eggs is a total of ten pieces."

Ah Cheng quoted the price with a smile, thinking that this was the last guest, and when he left, he could clean up and take his daughter home to rest.

"Boss, you're a little cheaper than others."

The guest took out his mobile phone, scanned the QR code, and paid the face money.

Listening to the prompt of the arrival, Ah Cheng smiled helplessly.

"It's too expensive for people to eat, and the night market is not far from here, so it's cheaper."

"Do you have any earnings?"

Ah Cheng looked at his daughter who was sharpening pencils on the other table, and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Just enough to feed her, I can't do anything else, just take care of her food and clothing."

"Then your daughter should be very proud to have a father who loves her like you."

Ah Cheng sighed and shook his head.

"How can she understand this now, making a fuss every day. I'm already busy, and I have to keep an eye on her here so as not to be abducted, and life is difficult. ”

"It's okay, when she grows up, she'll know your good intentions. After all..."

The guest looked up slightly and looked at the little girl behind a few tables opposite.

“... Leaving the house after bankruptcy is not something that anyone can do. ”

These words suddenly made Ah Cheng's face change.

After being stunned for a few seconds, his tone was slightly impatient.

"Guest, if you don't have any other needs, we're going to close the stall!"

As he spoke, he was about to reach out and pick up the noodle bowl with only the soup base left, but he was grabbed by the guest.

"Guests... You...? ”

And the man in the sunglasses spoke in a flat tone, not in a hurry or impatient.

"In 2011, a well-known CRPG space opera game "Interstellar Frontier" ushered in a restart. In the latest work, in addition to retaining the turn-based gameplay, it has also won the love of many players with its beautiful and unimaginable sci-fi style, and even surpassed the foreign sci-fi game "Starship 2011" in that year.

Ah Cheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was a little overwhelmed, and he didn't even react when his hand was released.

After that, the developer took advantage of the popularity to release a large number of concept drawings of the game on the Internet, and announced the sequel to the reboot of "Star Frontier" at the game carnival in Haicheng, completing the momentum. The main team members behind the scenes also appeared one by one. In addition to the producers who have attracted much attention, the other is the main beauty that has attracted discussion because of its wonderful art style. After all, it is pressed to play foreign games, and everyone thinks that this is the light of domestic production. ”

As he spoke, the guest picked up the half-remaining glass of pure water, shook it, and took a sip gently.

"It's a pity that there is no news about the reboot sequel of "Interstellar Pioneering", which is known as the light of China, and in 2013, there was a development chaos and employees left, including the main beauty who attracted attention with his art style."

Then in 2015, the developer of "Interstellar Frontier" sued a small studio that had just been established for art infringement and won the lawsuit. Coincidentally, one of the founders of this studio has the main beauty. I deliberately flipped through the verdict at that time, and guess what? The studio was accused of bankruptcy, the partner's capital disappeared, and the main beauty subsequently divorced and left the house, with the purpose of seeking custody. Tsk, it's hard for me to imagine this kind of courage. ”

The guest raised his head slightly, and in the night, his sharp eyes looked straight through his sunglasses, staring at Ah Cheng, who was already stunned.

"Why is that?"

Ah Cheng was stunned and didn't know how to answer, and then he was stunned.

"You... Who is it? ”

After listening to this, the guests took off their sunglasses and put down their water glasses.

"Introduce yourself, then."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, smiling a little in the dim light of the night.

"My surname is Meng, my name is Meng Shu, and I am a game entrepreneur. Hello, Mr. Fang Yuancheng. ”

...

Game... Entrepreneur...?

Fang Yuancheng was stunned, a little surprised.

He shook hands with the man surnamed Meng with a surprised expression.

The person in front of him is too young, just like a college student who has just graduated.

But his way of speaking and acting seems old-fashioned.

It's a bit of a bad look...

Game entrepreneurs...

"You... What are you looking for me? ”

Meng Shu looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, almost 35 years old, and when he faced himself who was sitting, he was a little surprised when he was standing.

"I said it's an entrepreneur, do you really believe it?"

"Then what else."

Fang Yuancheng smiled self-deprecatingly.

"It's more than 11 o'clock in the evening, there are no people here, and the light is dim, you are a young man who has eaten noodles here and talked for a long time, is it here for fun?"

He pointed to the end of the street and said.

"Go straight over there and turn left, and it's the night market. It's a bit more lively over there than I am. ”

Meng Shu smiled when he heard it, but he didn't expect so much.

I just think this person is still quite smart.

"A game-maker is looking for you, Mr. Fang, what do you think will happen?"

Meng Shu threw the question back, but it meant another answer.

Fang Yuancheng was stunned, his expression was a little incredulous.

"I... Don't... Could it be..."

He didn't finish his words, but the meaning behind it was actually obvious.

Meng Shu shook his head, took out a business card, and handed it over.

Fang Yuancheng took it and looked at it in the dim light.

"Only... The only game...? ”

It turns out that he is really a game entrepreneur! And the founder of this company?

"The "Dark Forest", "21 o'clock", "Face" and "Sky Mountain" on the market are all games developed by our company. At the same time, Infinity is our main co-publisher. If you haven't heard of the only game, then Infinite Online Entertainment should have heard of it, right? ”

Meng Shu opened his mouth and slowly recounted these historical achievements.

Hearing this, Fang Yuancheng was stunned again, and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

Let's not talk about unlimited online entertainment, the four games just now can be described as thunderous!

As a former game practitioner, I naturally know what these four games represent.

I just can't think of it...

Unexpectedly, the developer and founder of these four games personally approached him...

This is a bit of a problem for him now... Flattered!

But...

Fang Yuancheng smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Mr. Meng, you may have found the wrong person. I don't know what you're looking for me, but I know I can't bring you anything. ”

After speaking, Fang Yuancheng turned around and got into the dining car, took out two beers from the freezer, and picked up some peanuts and brought them up.

Meng Shu quietly watched him put down the peanut plate, and took out two disposable paper cups, each filling it up. I saw him pull out a low stool and sit down, and drank the beer in one gulp.

Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I still have a daughter to raise, and I can't get into those companies to take care of her. Because you also know that in the gaming industry, overtime is the norm. I'm the only girl left, and her grandparents left early. If I join the company, who will take care of her? Nursery? But she no longer has the love of her mother, and the rest of her father's love will also be lost..."

As he spoke, he knocked on the low table in front of him, his face bitter.

"I don't want to sell noodles either, but I can't help it. That's all I have to do to take care of her. During the day, I will make appointments, and in the evening, I will sell noodles. However, with the increasing number of people and the fixed business source, it is difficult for me to have the previous price. Even a draft is time-consuming and laborious, and the money I make is not as much as I sell fans..."

"So Mr. Meng, I'm glad you found me. I also want to get back to my old job, but I can't leave her alone. All I can say here is that I'm sorry for letting you run for nothing. I invited you to this beer! ”

With that, he filled himself with another glass and toasted Meng Shu.

The latter just picked up the paper cup and touched him lightly.

"I did it, you feel free!"

Fang Yuancheng raised his head and drank it all.

Meng Shu watched indifferently from the side.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, but quickly faded.

Just clinked glasses, there was a small detail.

Fang Yuancheng lowered his cup.

In terms of wine table culture, this belongs to respect, and there is a distinction between priority and subordination.

This Fang Yuancheng...

took him Meng Shu as a guest.

Meng Shu chuckled and leaned closer to the paper cup to take a sip. Then he picked up a peanut and threw it in his mouth and smiled.

"Mr. Fang Yuancheng, do you think this is a problem?"

Fang Yuancheng was stunned for a moment, and looked at Meng Shu suddenly.

That look is self-evident.

Meng Shu picked up another peanut and threw it into his mouth, chewing it while taking out his mobile phone.

Through the bright screen, above, is a rather spectacular science fiction building.

The high-rise buildings stretch endlessly.

Light pollution lingers in the midst of the glamour.

It looks like a futuristic technology city.

But in another word, it's cyberpunk-like!

Meng Shu put the phone on the low table, not caring if there was oil on it.

Then he pointed to the original painting in front of him and spoke flatly.

"You have the ability."

Then, he pulled out a 100-dollar bill and placed it next to his phone.

"And I have the money."

Meng Shu dragged the banknote onto his phone, covering the cyberpunk-style city. He raised his head, looked at Fang Yuancheng, and said with a smile.

"I'll use this money to hire your abilities."

"As long as your ability is greater than this money, then the problems you worry about are not a problem with me."

Fang Yuancheng was stunned in place.

For the young entrepreneur in front of him, he felt a little shaken in his heart.

If you don't want to go back to your old job, that's impossible.

With his ability, he can find a random company, not to mention 10,000 per month, about 8,000, it's no problem.

But now, because of the little girl. He couldn't leave her alone at home or at school.

She is only five years old, which will make her, who already lacks maternal love, further alienate her father's love. For her growing up, it was a bad thing.

Besides, if something happens...

Then he will not forgive himself for the rest of his life...

"Meng... Mr. Meng... If... If you can... What to do...? ”

Unconsciously, Fang Yuancheng's title to Meng Shu changed from Mr. Meng to Mr. Meng.

The latter nodded slightly, and spoke slowly.

"With your ability, I can temporarily open 10,000 for you in the first three months. When you think it's suitable, we can sign a ten-year contract, with a monthly salary of about 35,000 yuan, which will be paid annually. The other benefits are all in the labor contract, so I don't want to go into detail here. ”

"Also, you can work remotely from home for the time being. Because the company is too small now, there is not much room to spare. After the decoration of the new company, you need to go to work in the company. The new company is in Jichuang Industrial Park, not far from you, about 40 minutes by car. I can rent you a room with this package of food and accommodation. You can also take your daughter with you to work, and I will give you a separate office. ”

"But only if..."

Meng Shu took away the hundred-yuan bill on his phone and pointed to the cyberpunk city on the phone screen.

“... Your sword is not old. ”

Fang Yuancheng pursed his lips, staring at his former work on the phone and was distracted.

It's not just because of the touching scene, but also because of Mr. Meng's words.

Now, after seeing this picture, he can still remember the bits and pieces of the original creation of it.

The entrepreneur in front of him put it in front of him, and he was confident that he could still do it!

After all, this was the guy he used to eat, and it was a professional skill engraved in his bones.

He didn't know how to answer, though.

Boasting that it's okay? Or should you be humble and low-key?

He wasn't sure.

For a while, he was a little troubled.

Cart?

He didn't.

When the studio went bankrupt, it was already sold.

Now there is only one commercial house left, which is the last harbor for him and his daughter.

Continue to sell flour and noodles, I don't know how long I can last.

When my daughter grows up, the expenses will be greater.

If you continue like this, can you bring any good life to your daughter?

Fang Yuancheng hesitated, and subconsciously looked at Meng Shu, but found that the young man in front of him was staring elsewhere.

He followed his line of sight and saw his daughter sleeping on her stomach not far away.

The little girl seemed to fall asleep directly because it was too late.

Even the pencil was still in the planer.

At this moment, Fang Yuancheng made up his mind in his heart.

He wants to pave a way for his daughter to grow up well.

Look at yourself now, compare with the past, what are you like?

What good life can this give her daughter?

So, he looked at Meng Shu again.

He opened his mouth, but he stopped talking.

With a twinkle in his eyes, he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down.

With the strength of the wine that had just surged, he looked at Meng Shu sincerely and spit out the truth.

"If you don't mind... I do...! I can do that too...! ”

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I deleted all of the chapters I wrote yesterday because I didn't write them well. I'm really sorry, but welcome to the group of angry whip authors

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