"Not written today."
There was ten seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, and then an angry voice rang.
"Comrade Lu, when all our Cambrian employees gave up their vacation day and night to fight for games, how can you, as the original author, waste so much time in **."
"Fuck you." In the fuck, I stretched out, did your kid want to say if there is any problem. "
There was another ten seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, and then the "Chairman" Sun's voice fell as expected.
"I am desperate to find that with the current computer configuration, it is absolutely impossible to create the world you write."
"Didn't you say to wait for a year."
"It's the same after waiting for three years." "Chairman" Sun on the phone sighed, "Maybe it will take another five years before there is a computer to realize the things in my mind."
"Then" I heard from classmate Sun being so pitiful, so I gave him an idea: "Well, let's find some World War II campaigns to make an fps game. I think since I can't do it for a while. , Then let’s make an fps game first, how about practicing."
There was another ten seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, and then the laughter of "Chairman Sun" made me feel the illusion of how happy the weasel who had just stolen the chicken.
"That's great. I'm thinking about who will write the game's script. Since boss Lu proposed this matter, then I will trouble you again."
When I put down the phone, I could hardly wait to reach out and slap myself.
Isn't this uncomfortable for yourself
As a poor prey bitten by a human-shaped weasel named Sun "Chairman", I gave up all leisure activities for this reason. I plunged into a lot of history books and started to find it in the European theater of World War II. More famous battle fragments.
In fact, there is no need to look for it. In the European theater of World War II, there are not many big scenes where the bayonet can see the red with the most deadly battles. The bayonet sees the red blood battle and the body bag and the coffin are obviously not enough. Basically, it is either Normandy or the market garden.
And now it’s not far from the appearance of the Medal of Honor, so I think it’s time to let players from all over the world experience the beach horror and the footsteps behind the French fence. It’s better to go directly to places like the Baden Forest, towering old trees, and continuous. The mine belt, the German bully holding K98 and the American soldiers carrying the M1 Garland smashed in the ice and snow from pit to pit with bullet bayonet, grenade, engineer and spade. This is a good idea.
It took two days and nights to finish the general script, and after sending it to "Chairman" by courier, I was finally able to go to the New Year's Concert.
It’s just that because I stayed up all night, I looked very unconscious, so when Xiao Jiaping sat on my neck and appeared at the entrance of the concert, almost all the reporters did not start taking pictures routinely, but whispered one after another. .
"You, how come you are dressed like this."
Looking at me wearing a black "color" down jacket and jeans with a scumbag and decadent look, asked, the little girl seems to be wearing a kimono today, but my taste in clothes is really lackluster.
"Your dress is" I stretched out and moved a piece of ornament on the white shawl on Jiu Long's shoulders.
"Seris's clothes, what did you choose for me?" Long looked at me.
"Very beautiful." The truth is also true. After I finished speaking, I patted Jiaping's legs, and the little guy smiled sweetly at the crowd very well-intentioned.
So the flashing light kept flashing like crazy, until I took this kid into the venue with the long history, and then recovered from this flashing storm, and I sighed in my heart. I recalled that these rough goods just met Lao Tzu Lianyi. Negatives are too lazy to waste, others Xiao Zhengtai just a sweet smile and shameless extravagance to waste. This person's small face is still worth a lot of money.
"Jiaping, come down quickly, how can you be like this!"
Entering the door, Meng Zhuo, the boss of the Zhao family who was at the door, watched his little brother sitting on my neck, and the scenery was boundless and naturally he sang in a low voice.
"I like this kid Jiaping, Meng Zhuo, don't be too harsh."
I stretched out my hand and patted Meng Zhuo's head. This man took a look at me and lowered his head obediently.
However, Jiaping said something in my ear in an uneasy tone.
"Let me come down, my lord."
"If you want, all right."
Putting this kid on the ground, I greeted Master Liu who was sitting in a wheelchair.
Today’s reception was obviously organized by Duanmuwang. Judging from the on-site situation, the effect is still good. There are celebrities in the society. It is said that the music party that will start in a while will be broadcast jointly with Hong Kong and Macau on TV networks across the country. .
To say that it is the atmosphere, it is already modest.
"How can I be so downhearted?" The old man stared at me.
"Helped the Sun family to catch up with the manuscript for two days." After I finished speaking, I couldn't help but stretched out my hand to cover my blood basin and yawned: "I was in a hurry when I came here. I obviously forgot when I wanted to come now. shave."
"Is the Sun family the kid from Sun Tie?" The old man frowned and thought of his name.
"Well, Master Liu, your health is better all the time."
After talking about these dispensables, I stood in front of the old man and asked respectfully.
To be honest, I didn't know until now that this one is of the same grade as Mr. Pan. Of course, if you are more senior than seniority, then Mr. Pan said that he is the second, I guess no one has the face to dare to say that he is the first brother.
Of course, a peerless powerhouse like Mr. Zhou should be the first.
Therefore, I have always been very respectful to my elders, because I am an old man like Mr. Liu.
"Much better." The old man glanced behind me when he said, "Thanks to you."
"There, this is what we juniors take it for granted, Master Liu, you are so polite."
Haha, I dealt with the old man’s gratitude, but this long and short conversation between the old and the young frightened Comrade Qian and Comrade An behind the old man.
Saying goodbye to the old man, I "touched" all the way to sit down beside him.
"What about the little girl."
"Over there, I guess she is going to die soon."
Following the long finger, I saw that Zhao Xieen was busy arguing with many news reporters over there, and the little girl who was dressed like a long time took the hair that he finally grew back to the back of his head today, the small and exquisite ornaments and The long temples left on both sides make the little girl look more cute.
"Busy enough." Just looking at it like this, I feel tired. The strength to chat with comrades at the time seems to be really unclear where it came from today.
"Well, I heard that there will be another MTV annual awards ceremony here tomorrow." Long took me a cup of hot coffee from the waiter's plate: "En has been invited to be a judge at the ceremony."
"Really" I was right after thinking about it. The music of Nanjing 1937 is the product of this girl and the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra. The little girl's talent in music has even begun to surpass her achievements in electronics.