"What games do you like to play?" I'm not talking about consoles, I'm about games on PC. ”

Seeing that Jamie was putting on a serious appearance, Chuck also thought about it seriously, and then gave an answer.

"I love Half-Life."

Jamie was a little surprised.

He also thought Chuck would prefer more strategy-oriented RTS games like Warcraft and Interstellar.

"So have you ever had such a hard time playing PC games? To buy a game, you have to go to the store and buy an installation disk, and if you want to play the game, you have to take the disc with you at all times, and the disc is easy to break, so you have to buy it again. ”

Chuck was about to answer, but Jamie preemptively gave him the answer.

"Well, I've seen that you don't have any trouble with this at all, because you have a driver to help you run errands, and usually you buy a lot of game boards at once, and each computer has at least two copies, and if it breaks, you will replace it immediately."

Chuck looked at Jamie with a natural expression.

Isn't that how you play games?

Jamie cupped his forehead.

Poverty limits one's imagination, and so does wealth.

The poor do not understand why the rich are still suffering, and the rich cannot understand the suffering of the poor.

So he wasn't going to talk nonsense with Chuck.

"Tomorrow I'm going to go to Seattle and meet with a Harvard dropout who and his partner have created a very promising software company."

Listening to this familiar entrepreneurial script, Chuck couldn't help but complain: "You said this guy wouldn't be a fan of Bill Gates, right?" ”

Jamie took a sip and put down his glass.

"I don't know if he admires Bill Gates, but he does know Bill Gates well, and the reason he dropped out of Harvard was because Microsoft hired him with a high salary."

Chuck Auto Brain Supplement:

And then he was fired by Bill Gates because of a conflict of ideas about developing a piece of software? Like when Steve Jobs was squeezed out of Apple? ”

"No, he fired Bill Gates. He was doing well at Microsoft, and the only reason he quit was that he didn't want to do it. ”

Jamie looked at Chuck with a serious expression.

"By the way, the Half-Life you like was developed by this guy."

After a brief moment of astonishment, Chuck immediately asked excitedly:

"You mean Villefort Software? Are they ready to sell their stake in the company, or are they short of funds to develop a new game? ”

Jamie asked rhetorically:

"So you want to go with me?"

Chuck replied without even thinking about it:

"Of course, my dad's private jet should be available tomorrow, and we can fly straight away-"

Wait a minute!

Chuck suddenly came to his senses, Jamie invited him to come along, the real purpose was not to borrow that Gulfstream G300, right?

So what did he become?

Jamie's exclusive ticket?

"You haven't answered my question yet!"

Seeing that Chuck was not fooled this time, Jamie could only shrug his shoulders regretfully.

""Half-Life" has sold more than 10 million copies, and "CS" has been derived from mods, do you think they may be short of money?"

Chuck looked at Jamie with a puzzled expression and was about to speak.

As a result, Jamie preemptively replied:

"Normally they're not short of money, but that's just for the company's normal game development projects."

"If there are two stupid rich second generations who have a lot of money running to them, claiming to be big fans of their games, because they can't stand the terrible online experience of the Battle.net used in Half-Life and CS now, and want to invest in Villefort and let them make their own Battle.net, do you think they will be short of money?"

If you can prostitute your own battle net for nothing, a fool will refuse.

Now that the question of investment is solved, there is a more important question left.

Two rich second-generation people invested money to support Villefort to set up their own battle network, what are they trying to do?

Chuck pointed this out on the spot, but Jamie planned to wait until tomorrow when he met with the two founders of Villefort.

Jamie ended up asking Chuck only one question.

To go or not to go!

The next day, a Gulfstream G300 landed on the runway at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport.

After getting off the plane, Jamie and Chuck get into a Maybach.

The car took them to a building that didn't look anything special from the outside.

Chuck glanced out of the falling window, a far cry from what he had imagined Villefort's headquarters.

Just as Chuck was about to ask Jamie if he was in the right place, Jamie pushed the door and got out of the car and walked straight towards the entrance of the building.

All the way to the elevator door, Chuck didn't see any company logo, which made him wonder if he was in the wrong place.

Jamie didn't say anything, and pressed the button on the 7th floor directly after entering the elevator.

Bite!

The elevator doors open to reveal two floor-to-ceiling walls of graffiti.

On the left is a bald fat man with a bright red valve on the back of his head, and on the right is a man with a bright red valve on his left eye.

These two horror images are the opening scenes of "Half-Life" and "CS", and Chuck was scared once when he first played the game.

When he got out of the elevator, Chuck couldn't help but complain, did the Villefort gang have a brain disease, and what was the matter with having to get a valve in people's brains?

"It may be that they feel that the human mind is tied up in the head, so a valve is needed to open it."

Jamie replied casually.

In the previous life, Villefort was jokingly called the valve company by game fans, and the games of this company are indeed the kind of brain-opening works.

The Villefort company does not have a front desk and can access their workspace by bypassing the graffiti wall directly across the elevator.

It's not like a traditional workspace cubicle, where everyone has their own workspace, it's more like an open internet café.

Naturally, there will be no separate office for the boss or the executive.

More than 30 people in the whole company are sitting in front of the computer, wearing headphones, and some people are working, writing programs or developing models.

Others are playing CS online.

Jamie and Chuck came here for a long time, and no one got up to receive them or ask what they were going to do.

Chuck was quite speechless about this, and turned to ask Jamie if he had made an appointment with someone in advance.

Jamie's answer was to ask Chuck to find the power distribution room and pull off the entire floor of the switch.

Nonsense, of course he made an appointment with the other party.

After searching the entire area, Jamie quickly spotted his target.

A big fat man with a fat body like a hill.

He was wearing headphones, with a multi-magnification mirror on the screen in front of him, and as soon as the police officer on the opposite side showed up, he was shot in the head.

Jamie walked over, stood behind the other party and looked at it for a while, and found that the other party's skills were average, and it was not at the same level as the god who taught him blind sniping skills in the Internet café when Jamie was a primary school student in his previous life.

Then Jamie patted the other person on the shoulder.

The fat man looked up and looked at Jamie suspiciously.

Jamie directly took off the headphones on the fat man's head, put them on his head, and then motioned for the fat man to get up and move his position, and he played the next game for the fat man.

The fat man had apparently recognized Jamie's identity, but Jamie's actions still made him feel extremely curious.

Chuck also stepped forward to see what Jamie wanted to do.

At the beginning of a new game, Jamie skillfully operated the mouse and keyboard and bought a desert eagle and an AWP.

The Villefort gang is playing with a bloody map, simple and crude, just do it when they meet.

Jamie started with Sand Hawk, and a policeman on the opposite side shot at the other party as soon as he showed his head, and then cut back to AWP in an instant, opened the magnifier and fired the gun, and switched back to Sand Hawk again at the same time as the gun rang out.

The whole process was completed between two mouse presses, and anyway, there was a dazzling operation on the screen to change the gun and open the camera and change the gun, and the police officer on the opposite side had already been killed by the sniper rifle.

Once it can be said to be accidental.

However, Jamie used the same method to blindly snipe the two opposite cops in a row, and successfully won the game when his side only lost one robber player.

After the start of a new game, the fat man standing on the side lifted his glasses and brought his face directly in front of the screen.

This time, he saw Jamie's operation in its entirety, but the result was even more shocking.

Jamie relied on this blind sniper throwing gun skill to kill five times in a row and end the battle neatly.

Three of the police players on the opposite side have their headphones off and get up from their respective seats.

They all suspect that the fat man is hanging, but they see a strange young man sitting in front of the fat man's computer.

Without waiting for the men to ask questions, the fat man pressed his hands and motioned for them to sit back and continue with the next game.

At the same time, the fat man called the two players on the robber's side, one of whom was still Asian, to his side to watch Jamie's operation.

In the third game, the opposite police player is outflanked at both ends.

After blindly sniping three police players in one go, Jamie was finally killed by the two remaining players on the opposite side.

This made the two robber players next to the fat man breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it's not a bug.

After the pretense was over, Jamie took off his headphones, got up and handed his hand to the fat man next to the seat.

"Mr. Gabe Newell, now you shouldn't suspect that I'm a big fan of V Society games, right?"

The fat man lifted his glasses and re-examined the young man in front of him who had just shown off his face.

"Mr. Jamie Dutton, I have to say that your gaming skills have truly amazed us all."

As he spoke, he pointed to the two robber players beside him.

"They are the creators of the CS mod, Jesse Cliff and Ming Lee, and we're testing the stability of the latest version of CS today."

Jesse Cliff and Li Ming shook Jamie's hand in turn, and said with admiration on their faces that Jamie had taught them a lesson today.

The real masters come from the players, and that's not wrong at all.

Jamie calmly accepted the compliments from the two of them, and at the same time introduced Chuck to the opposite side.

G-fat Gabe Newell and the two founders of "CS" shook hands with Chuck in turn, and although the attitude was polite, Chuck could clearly feel that the attitude of the three was not as eager as when he shook hands with Jamie before.

(End of chapter)