Half past three in the morning.

Empty Studio.

The chief planner, Huang Ping, dragged his tired body and walked out of the conference room.

Next to him, four system planners, one copywriter and one numerical planner, have become like zombies, and they all lack any strength to speak.

Walking on the thick carpet, Huang Ping felt like a ghost, wandering powerlessly on the River Styx between life and death.

Even in the office, you can hear the cry of the toilet outside, like a widow crying for her grave, and like a wronged soul asking for her life.

The spacious office was filled with colleagues from the studio at this time.

They lay on the ground, snoring and deafening.

Although they couldn't smell it, Huang Ping believed that they hadn't taken a shower for more than ten days, and they definitely stinked and messed.

It's summer now, and the accumulation of sweat every day makes Huang Ping feel that slimy and greasy feeling all the time, but in order to be able to push the PVP system online as soon as possible, he endured it.

Empty jokes that this is a saturated rush to work, don't care if you have something to do, people must stay at the workstation for 24 hours, otherwise they are dogs that eat, and pigs that spoil the atmosphere of the team.

Saturate your uncle!

We work overtime, and you can rest and sleep in your private office and take a shower once in a while. This is already a secret that everyone knows, but they don't have the guts to break it.

After all, this is Kongkong Studio, and as a well-known producer under Tianyi, Kongkong has the capital to enjoy all this.

After yawning, Huang Ping asked the others to go to bed first, and he returned to the computer desk, summarized the meeting just now, and sent it to everyone.

The only thing that cannot be sent to Zhang Ping, the president of Tianyi.

Because he has to send it in person, in order to show his fine style of dedication.

After finishing up, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

After CC the mail, he wanted to brush his teeth and sleep, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation of the staircase, so he pulled out the shriveled cigarette case and took out a crumpled cigarette.

Originally, he didn't smoke, but the pressure during this time was too great for him to find other outlets, so he had to do so.

Sitting down on the stairs, Huang Ping took out his cigarette and took out his mobile phone, wanting to talk to someone, but he didn't know who to talk to.

Girlfriend?

They met on a blind date, and now they have only known each other for half a year, and it is the time to consolidate their feelings, so don't let the other party accept their negative emotions.

Parents?

I have already slept at this point, and it is not good to disturb them if I don't sleep, so let the second elder have a good rest.

Friend?

He came to Tianyi as soon as he graduated from college, and before he knew it, it had been nine years, and the frequent overtime work made him have no strength to socialize, and the few acquaintances had not been in touch for a long time.

Looking at his mobile phone, he fell into a daze, and could only spread his legs and smoke weakly.

The sensor light overhead had long since gone out, and in the darkness, only a middle-aged man was holding a cigarette butt weakly, trying to get a meager solace from nicotine.

The game industry is like this, it seems to be glamorous, but there is always a lot of chicken feathers behind it.

Standing up, he looked across the side.

Through the glass of the staircase, he saw that the Fangcheng studio opposite had long since closed.

He'd never seen anyone working overtime over there, and the boss started to chase people after the minute.

Although there is an attendance machine at the door, the three members don't seem to use it much, and the boss doesn't care.

"This is the leeway of genius, and you can make a good game even if you are confident and relaxed. I don't know what big moves they're brewing, don't ......"

He originally wanted to say that it was not an optimization of "Princess Dungeon", but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say it.

He knows that the game he makes is a piece of, and the means such as the Sna Gold Box and the leaderboard fully stimulate the player's greed, and the negative emotions such as comparison and failure prompt the player to kryptonite, and then after a few hours of refreshment, the next wave of negative emotions will be ushered in.

This process will be repeated for a long time, unless the real Shenhao appears, otherwise the result will definitely be to break the defense and leave.

But Princess Dungeon is different.

That is the real light of domestic production, and it is the pride of domestic game people. When someone angrily scolds them for not being able to play a good game, they can hold their heads up and say, "At least we have Princess Dungeon." ”

With a long sigh, Huang Ping had the idea of resigning again.

But when he thought of his mortgage, his car loan, bride price and wedding money, he didn't dare again.

Not to mention anything else, the empty side will pay a fixed salary at least on the 10th of every month, which is not dark.

Dispelling this thought, Huang Ping hadn't finished smoking half a cigarette when he saw his mobile phone light up, and the empty phone rang urgently.

Seeing the caller, Huang Ping's blood pressure soared, but he still answered the phone immediately, and then he heard an angry roar in the air: "Where are you dead!" Get back! ”

Clenching his fists, Huang Ping looked at the phone that had been hung up, and after dozens of counts in his heart, he trampled out half of the cigarette on the ground, and then rushed back to the studio.

There, the studio's lights were turned on, and half-dead colleagues stood around the empty space.

glanced at Huang Ping dissatisfied, clapped his hands empty, and then said, "I just talked to the president, our arena needs to be modified." Previously, we talked about a fair arena, where players have exactly the same equipment, which can increase competitiveness. But Mr. Zhang said no, the payment of "Dungeon of Kings" has been dropping, and we must add the payment to it. ”

Huang Ping felt that someone had come to his head, and his brain was buzzing.

Ignoring the possibility of making Sora angry, he immediately said, "That's not what you said in the first place!" The example of "Princess Dungeon" is the previous one, and PVP in this type of game is naturally repelled by krypton! Didn't I analyze it before, the rest of our game is already a bit heavy, add it here, a dead end! ”

Kongkong stared at Huang Ping and asked indifferently, "Are you a producer, or am I a producer?" What are you doing, play with me? ”

Huang Ping felt a basin of cold water pouring down from his head, leaving him speechless.

Ignoring Huang Ping's objection, Kongkong continued: "Okay, according to the idea of recharge and payment, let's go again." This time we have ready-made templates, and the company has examples before, and we just make them according to the examples. ”

assigned tasks to the program and art, and asked everyone to get up and work, and then looked at Huang Ping and said: "Huang Ping, I'll take over your work for the time being, you can help match the table and spell the UI." In the future, I will have to reflect on my work attitude, do you know? ”

Huang Ping clenched his fists again, and it took a long time before he nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Alright, let's go to the game and see if there are any bugs."

“…… Good. ”

Seeing that the empty air was leaving, the planners patted Huang Ping's shoulder and comforted him silently.

And Huang Ping said it was okay.

Feeling in his pocket, he found that the last cigarette had been smoked, so he folded back and stuffed the half of the cigarette that had been trampled on the ground into his mouth.

Ignited, inhaled, inhaled hard, until half of the cigarette was burned out, then he exhaled a puff of smoke and suddenly laughed.

Empty, empty......

You're killing yourself.