"Come on, come on, the president asked me to buy a lot of snacks, and everyone has worked hard recently, so let's share them."

Little HR Akane Ayase shouted, "The snacks have been placed on the table in the pantry, first come, first served." ”

Recently, with the company's prosperity, the results are getting better and better, and everyone's happiness has also been rapidly improved.

Seeing this situation, Qing Zhiyuan felt that it was indeed time to give some benefits to the members.

It's not just a simple matter like a salary increase, but also a closer look at what he thinks the future will look like in 30 years in the company's atmosphere and humanistic care.

To this end, Qingzhiyuan has also set up a special fund to buy some snacks and meals for employees in their free time.

It's not a lot of money, but it's about 500 yen per person per day.

For the money in Neon, you can eat a good meal of ramen.

When everyone heard Akane Ayase's voice, they shouted excitedly:

"Nani? That's great, right? Can you still have snacks to eat? ”

"Thank you, Ayase-san."

Akane Ayase waved her hand, "Don't thank me, thank the president, what he said is to provide happiness for everyone at work, and to make everyone feel at home here." ”

When she said this, Akane Ayase's face was filled with a happy smile, as if she had given out these benefits.

This is known as the executor effect.

The money is allocated from above, but the person who handles it will enjoy the most direct thanks and love from the people at the bottom, and this sense of honor is even far more than Akane Ayase's satisfaction with work performance.

And recently, with the continuous improvement of everyone's pride and identity in the company, Akane Ayase seems to be less resistant to the president's request for her to engage in jobs like "purchasing" and "doing company welfare", such as administrative assistants or small secretaries.

"Thank you, President, wow, it's great to be a part of a company like Pokeni."

"yes, I only got the pokeni after graduating from university, and I thought my life was over. I didn't expect to find a treasure. ”

"Shhhh What should I do if the president hears it? ”

"Oh yes, I mean, the president is really good, and it's really nice to be able to run Pokeni like it is now, and to be able to provide benefits that many other companies don't have."

As everyone talked, they walked to the pantry with smiles on their faces.

When I arrived, I found that the long table was filled with all kinds of small snacks.

French fries, chocolate, seaweed chips, tempura cookies, gummies, and even jelly......

There seems to be nothing more joyful than sipping on a nice snack and having a good conversation.

"Ah~ happiness, surrounds me."

"Me ...... too"

"If only I had another cappuccino."

……

Akane Ayase heard their conversation next to her and couldn't help but blink, "Cappuccino, why don't you have a steak during work hours?"

Suck ......

At that moment, she glanced to the side and noticed the Void Abyss Xuan who was sucking jelly.

"Wada-san, if you're going to eat fries, there's mustard sauce here."

Akane Ayase shoved the wasabi saucer in front of Gen Kobuchi.

"Huh?"

Gen Xubuchi raised his head and looked at Akane Ayase like an idiot, "Why should I dip it in wasabi?" ”

"I thought someone like you would like to eat something that tastes bitter, after all, you like to pass on pain to players." Akane Ayase pursed the corners of her lips, "Towada-san's clothes, the blades sent here, the company's warehouse can't fit it." ”

When everyone heard their conversation, they couldn't help but hide their mouths and snicker.

"How could you have such a misunderstanding?"

Xuyuan Xuan frowned and retorted, "Great works are often presented in the form of tragedy, even if it is a comedy, the core is also a tragedy. But it's not about personal taste, is it? ”

"I think the newcomer Shinjin Makoto also likes to eat sweets."

In fact, Lao Xu's favorite thing is to eat jelly, and this kind of thing is shown in many of his works.

Xuyuan Xuan raised a finger and knocked his skull duangduang, "The script writer is very serious about the consumption of the brain, we need a lot of sugar to supplement nutrition, and sweets can promote our creativity even more."

Ayase-san, you should also eat more jelly or something. ”

"Yes, yes." Akane Ayase said perfunctorily.

But in her heart, it was really difficult to associate the man in front of her who looked like a murderer with something as beautiful as sweets.

Even if it's a sweet tooth, at least it's a durian kind.

With Hetian, it tastes weird, full of thorns, and it will remain for a long time in the end.

As soon as she thought of this, Akane Ayase blurted out, "Wada-san, will I buy some durian next time I come back?" ”

"Huh?"

"Durian is very nutritious, and it is also sweet, Hetian Sang should like it very much, right?"

The only downside may be that it's too expensive.

Neon local durian is more expensive, and the price of local foreign durian can reach about 1,600 yen a catty, because the cost of neon durian planting is very high, and the scale of planting is small, so neon local durian is particularly expensive, but the price of neon imported durian abroad is relatively cheap.

"Don't ......" Xuan Xuan frowned, and seemed to be already fantasizing about the taste of durian in his mind.

He quickly took a sip of jelly to suppress the shock.

Seeing the two people arguing with each other, the people around couldn't help but be amused by them.

It's really interesting that there are upright men and women like Akane Ayase and Wada in the company.

"Ayase-san, Wada-san, you can't get married like this." The old man next to him, the married man of the company, and the head of the program department, Akanishi Ken, reminded.

"Oh hey, please don't say such horrible things, okay?" Akane Ayase glared at him fiercely.

I'm also influenced by the fact that I've been working with weirdos like Qing Zhiyuan and Xuyuan Xuan for a long time.

Glancing around, she found something extremely terrifying, that is-

Among the pokeni, from top to bottom, there are less than 5 people who are married.

The percentage of single persons is as high as 90%.

Although the president said that he had a girlfriend, no one could confirm the authenticity of this matter.

As soon as she thought of this, Akane Ayase quickly held her face, and she couldn't help but worry in her heart.

White teeth.

Shouldn't you really stay single in this environment?

……

After eating snacks, it was almost time for the company's lunch break.

After eating, Yokoyama, the artist of "Your Name", silently came to the rooftop to smoke.

At the same time, he came up with the programmer Saruki Shin Kuroki, who was working on the "Witcher" project.

The two men each lit a cigarette and took a silent puff.

Yokoyama glanced at it, and sure enough, he found that Makoto Shinjin was lying on a bench not far from the rooftop looking at the sky.

Now everyone is used to this.

But, because of this hobby of Xinjin Cheng, everyone gave him a nickname-

Sky Man.

Yokoyama looked up at the sky in the distance.

Today there is no sun, and the clouds are not too thick, just like a Chinese landscape painting, the city below and the mountains in the distance are rendered in ink, and the top is white.

If it's not deep in the city, it's a bit lonely.

It's already October, late autumn, the weather is starting to get cooler, and I really can't stand it after standing on the rooftop for a long time.

However, when you smoke, chatting here for a while has become a daily fixture.

Occasionally, the president will come here.

Pokeni is a small company with a small number of people, and everyone knows each other well, just like a family.

"I heard that "Your Name" is almost developed, it should be on the shelves soon, right?" Kuroki said.

"Hmm."

Yokoyama nodded.

But at the same time, a strange expression appeared on his face.

It's not that I'm about to finish it, but there's even a hint of confusion and suffering.

"Kuroki, you know what?"

Yokoyama frowned and asked suspiciously, "When we develop games, do we receive fragmented requirements for work like the art side?" ”

"Huh?"

"For example, we are only responsible for drawing the scene, characters, general backgrounds, decorations, etc., and the specific storyline is left to the planner to complete, and what the characters say and what story is carried out is actually just a general impression.

You can only know by experiencing it yourself when the whole project is done.

You know what I mean? ”

"Hmm."

Kuroki nodded, then shook his head again.

Speaking of programmatic work, the work is more abstract than art, and sometimes they just do [tools], such as the cohesion of dialogue, triggering, and how to call the next sentence, all of which are done with general logic, and as for the specific text, the program ape does not care.

Even if it's an image, the most they think about is support, and they don't care about what the image content is.

In the eyes of the planner, the game is a complete story with flesh and blood, pictures and sound.

In the eyes of art, it is a puzzle of fragments.

In the eyes of the programmer, there are all kinds of logic and code that have been abstracted, and there is not even an entity.

Kuroki can understand part of Yokoyama's statement, but only part of it.

"And then, I experienced it myself yesterday," Yokoyama thought of this, and the expression on his face changed and changed, and countless images appeared in his brain.

He sighed and said, "Seriously, the script is quite powerful, and it makes people's hearts empty after playing." ”

"And, hell, how can I have the feeling that I'm doing a game created by the Void Abyss?"

"Huh?" Kuroki looked up in confusion.

"That is, that kind of bizarre love, with extraordinary imagination, but in the end, it coldly stabs you in the heart and makes you feel like nightmares at night.

I woke up this morning with cold sweat on my back.

My wife said that I shouted in my dream last night and called Wada's name many times. ”

"Hahaha......"

Kuroki laughed out loud.

Yokoyama is simply funny.

This time he finally understood, and even sympathized with Yokoyama.

I thought the new game wasn't made by Xuan Yuan, but I finally got rid of the influence of that guy, and I didn't have to have nightmares at night, but I didn't expect it to be a similar experience.

"Yokoyama, you're really miserable."

"Isn't it?" Yokoyama was also puzzled, "It's clear that you've changed the script writer, but you still taste something similar to the Void Abyss." The pen name Wada is really terrifying, it's really like a wonderful fantasy abyss.

I'm afraid I'm going to go crazy one day. ”

Kuroki laughed again.

He reached out and patted Yokoyama on the shoulder, "What Wada wrote is indeed magical. But there's one thing you're mistaken. ”

"Huh?"

"It's not so much the feeling of the void abyss, it's better to say that Wada-san has inherited the concept of Furuhara Tsubaki."

Yokoyama was stunned for two seconds, and then suddenly reacted.

"Bastard! So that's it! ”

I said, it's been a long time to be the president of the Xuyuan Gen imitation, and the soul of Furuhara Tsubaki has infiltrated every game in the company.

What's more, the initial script of the game "Your Name" was originally written by the president himself.

How can it be repaired!

At this moment, Shintsu Makoto, who was lying on a chair watching the sky, heard the voice and raised his eyes to look in their direction.

But it's just a glance.

It's like a plane passing through the desert and casually glancing out of the porthole, without any emotion.

After seeing the long yellow sand, Shinjin Makoto focused his attention on the sky again.

Although there was only a white patch, he seemed to see an endless array of colors.

At this time, Xinjin Makoto was imagining a story about [Sky Man] in his brain.

……

"Hmm...... No, no, no, it's not what I want. ”

In front of a machine dedicated to the development of MD cartridges, Shinji Mikami rubbed his chin and shook his head while observing the game screen simulated on the monitor.

In the screen, the main program, Ken Akanishi, is entering and manipulating the character's actions through an external controller.

Basically, the effect you see here is similar to that of the last burn-out cassette and then put on a TV.

A small figure moves back and forth in the frame, and the two lethal imitation Desert Eagle pistols in his hands are constantly firing outward.

In a way, the game is a bit like Capcom's Red Death Revolver

But the sense of impact is much stronger.

After the monster is shot, it will even produce a small hit effect.

Originally, Shinji Mikami wanted to make the feedback better, but unfortunately the current hardware didn't allow it.

"And what do you want?" Ken Akanishi asked.

"I hope ...... Well, how to put it, I always feel that the protagonist is a little too thin, and from a bird's-eye view, this guy is like a malnourished waste, which is very different from the witcher in my mind, and there is not enough pleasure in the sense of blowing. ”

Shinji Mikami pondered, "What I hope is that there will be more movements, stronger destructive effects. ”

The lord next to him, Taiji Misakata, frowned when he heard this.

Akanishi Ken was also a little angry, "Mikami, you can't make a game like this." ”

……

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The author is currently hospitalized for examination and treatment.

That's all there is to it today.

See you tomorrow

(End of chapter)