"This" "Chairman" Sun's hero is short of breath, but this is now a peerless powerhouse in the video game industry, he turned to think of a way: "Wait another year, I think wait another year, according to that What is the law of computers, there must be a suitable personal computer to make this game in my mind."
"It's Moore's Law." I quickly literate "Chairman" Sun.
"It doesn't matter if it is Moore or Bill, you kid can't stay outside this time. I rely on you for the plot screenwriter of the game. I believe that only people like you can write a game plot that satisfies me."
"Go away, I'm only eighteen years old." When I heard about it, I was unwilling to turn my head and walked to the airport gate: "This is a crime. You still have to find no harm."
"Why didn't you tell me when you were a child laborer a few years ago? It's been so long now. I don't have any psychological pressure." Sun "Chairman" said loudly behind me.
"Fuck "Fuck." I cursed my mother in my heart, thinking that this would make it impossible for people to live.
Back to the hotel with the oil bottle "Chairman" Sun, this guy began to "force" me to start the plot setting of the game, and this kid also called the long-term attention, it was a phone call, "Chairman Sun", you dog The bastard of Japan knows the long secret phone call anytime, fuck, wait until you finish writing these manuscripts, and see Xiaoye endlessly with you.
"Okay, what kind of vinegar your kid eats, I have recognized Longyou as a goddess." Sun "Chairman" sitting on the sofa drinking coffee was very bold and waved at me sitting at the table: "Brother-in-law, when this is done, my brother will naturally let you go back to reunite with my sister."
"I hate you."
"It's good to know that you hate me. I am worthy of being a child who grew up under the banner of socialism. I am very pleased to know that capitalists are terrible."
"I should have said this."
"People, it will always change. If you want to complain, blame you for writing such a good story." At this point, Sun Tie picked up a piece of crispy sandwich from the small plate on the coffee table and poured coffee into his stomach. .
When I finished scolding my mother, I turned around to do business and looked at the paper and pen in my hand: "Sun Tie, what do you think of the war in the north and south of the 38th parallel?"
"I." Sun Tie's voice became more curious: "How did you think of asking me this question."
"Didn't you also say that it is always good to have more connotations," I poked the pen on the paper: "And I heard that your grandfather is also a veteran of the Korean battlefield."
"What veteran, a veteran who has been a prisoner is not even a fart." Sun Tie cursed.
"Then why do you still do such a game."
I turned around and looked at Sun Tie, who looked at the snack in his hand with a playful expression on his face.
"I just want to tell everyone that people like my grandfather are also heroes. My grandfather fought bayonet in the wild with the Japanese, fought street fighting with the Kuomintang in the city, and fought with the Americans in a foxhole in the ice and snow. The fight for the foxhole is in my eyes. He is as remarkable as his comrades who have sacrificed a long time ago. He is not a greedy generation who is afraid of death!" Sun Tie muttered again when he said that, "Why do American devils get caught? Captured back to the country is a hero, our elders captured back to the country are a scumbag!"
"Is it for this." I turned the ballpoint pen.
"Why can I still? I only hope that one day in the future my children and grandchildren will be captured unfortunately in the war, and will be treated fairly after returning to China, instead of being censored and criticized like my grandfather!" Sun Tie put down his hands. Dim Sum: "Lu Renyi, your grandfather is a battle hero. After so many battles, the skin was not scratched by shrapnel. Do you know what my grandfather is like? He has three bayonet wounds. When he was in the prison camp, he was beaten with a rifle butt in his face. You never knew how scary he would be when he laughed."
"I know and I understand." Of course I know that Sun Tie is talking about my Lu family's grandfather: "Of course, I also thought of a very good plot and so on, I will write it to you."
Picking up the pen, I thought about it, and then wrote the following on the white paper.
Game cutscenes.
Geoje Island, the southernmost tip of the Korean peninsula, was a moment when freedom, justice and conscience were wiped out together on May 10, 1952.
The'repatriation screening' imposed by the US military in the prisoner of war camp has been going on for a month. Three days ago, on May 7, 1952, we could not bear to detain the commander of the US prisoner of war camp General Dudd at the gate of the prisoner of war camp.
We once put up a slogan on that day, claiming that as long as the General Dudd agrees, we will guarantee safety. The U.S. military agreed to our request at the last moment and was forced to convene the "Korean-China Prisoners of War Congress" in the prison camps. At the conference, our representatives accused the United States of various crimes committed by the US to coerce our prisoners of war to betray the country. Since I taught English before joining the army, I attended the conference as one of the witnesses.
In the face of hard facts, Du De also had to plead guilty to the secret agents from Taiwan and those shameless traitors to take all measures to prevent us from expressing our willingness to return to China. That Lin Xuebu came out of Sichuan University because he was poached by a traitor in the 72nd prisoner-of-war camp because he called for the refugees to return to China. I also heard that the prisoners of the 71st prisoner of war camp raised the first five-star red flag on Geoje Island in order to encourage the victims of the 72nd prisoner of war camp, but they were shot and suppressed by the US army.
Three days later, we released Dudd out, but we believed too much on the paper. On the same day, the U.S. military ordered a brutal suppression of us who dared to resist. Countless friends were killed. I began to wonder why we To be so good to their prisoners of war because the coalition prisoner of war camp that holds us seems to be at the bottom of hell, while those bitch American devils are wrapped in blankets and eat beef in the heavenly "Communist" concentration camp. can.
"It's your turn, Teacher Zhao." I was pulled out of the crowd by two secret agents, and the young one patted me on the shoulder.
They pushed me forward. At the end of this long corridor made of barbed wire and wooden walls, is the so-called'repatriation screening' signature.
"Sign your name and you will be free."
Listening to the sound from the tweeter on the stake not far away, I sneered in my heart if I signed the name, I would be free, why would they use bullets, bayonets and tanks to welcome the unarmed us.
There was a gunshot in my ears. I turned my head and saw that outside the barbed wire, the beasts in military uniforms were dragging away a row of dead friends. It’s no surprise that there is too much blood flowing freely these days. I am in my heart. Sighing, she turned the corner of the steel wire-board corridor.
"Brothers, don't go back to the mainland."
This unpleasant sound came from the tweeter again. I spit on the ground and at the same time saw a young body outside the wire fence being dragged away by the feet. Isn’t this the little North Korean doll from Battalion 72
"Freedom, democracy, and a happy life, all this requires you to sign your name on the refusal to repatriate."