Hearing these words, Liu Ye almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Good guy, I haven’t finished my work yet, why are you doing this
How many important tasks are there
Why is it never over? !
With a sad and angry expression on his face, Liu Ye stared at Li Zongzheng and said.
"Mr. Li! Do you want me to die from overwork?"
"Death from overwork?" Li Zongzheng looked at him blankly and said, "No, isn't it just writing something? Is it so difficult? Isn't it?"
"Write it yourself and you will know whether it is difficult or not!"
Liu Ye regretted it as soon as he said these words.
However, Li Zongzheng's reaction was different from what he imagined.
"Just try it, I still don't believe it... How difficult can it be to write a four-frame comic script?" Being aroused by Liu Ye's words, Li Zongzheng stood aside with eyes wide open. Du Ziteng said, "I will write the script of this four-frame comic myself!"
"You wrote it yourself?" Du Ziteng was stunned and hurriedly persuaded, "But Mr. Li, we plan to complete these four-frame comics as the world view of the original game. Are you sure you can control such a huge world view? "
"Are you doubting my ability?" Li Zongzheng looked at him.
"...Of course I don't mean that. It's just that as the CEO of Yunmeng Games and the chief designer of the Xuanyuan Sword project, your job should be to control the overall situation. Such trivial matters should be left to professionals. It will be better.”
Du Ziteng smiled and did not answer the question directly, but his eyes made it clear.
Not to mention my writing ability...
Have you ever written an article longer than an 800-word essay
In addition to undergraduate thesis.
In contrast, he was still more willing to believe in Liu Ye's ability. After all, this man once worked as an editor at Xiake.com, the Whampoa Military Academy in the online literary world, and he still had two skills in writing.
"Forget it, I won't fight with you." Seeing that Du Ziteng obviously didn't believe in himself, Li Zongzheng didn't bother to explain, and planned to use his strength to prove that he was not only an excellent game designer, but also an excellent script designer. division!
As long as it’s a game-related job, there’s nothing that can’t trouble you!
Li Zongzheng slapped his big hand on the table and said firmly.
"In short, this matter is settled. I will write the script for the four-frame comic of Xuanyuan Sword: Traces of the Sky! Including the main plot, world view, character settings, and plot dialogue! I will handle it all!"
Seeing that Mr. Li had made up his mind and was determined to write the script himself, Du Ziteng looked dumbfounded. It was obvious that he wanted to give me some advice, but he didn't know how to say it.
Liu Ye, who was standing aside, breathed a sigh of relief.
No matter what, my work has not increased. As long as we work harder and finish the hero-killing project before the end of the year and have a good year, there should be hope...
…
Perhaps because he had been trained on the construction site, Li Zongzheng always did what he decided to do, and he would never hesitate for a long time.
Whether it works or not, no one can say it. Only after trying it will you know.
Just when Li Zongzheng began to conceive the world view and creative outline for the side story comic of Xuanyuan Sword: Traces of the Sky, Hao Yun, who had gotten off the high-speed train, had already taken a taxi home.
The driver was a middle-aged man in his early thirties, with thick-rimmed glasses on his nose, which looked a little sloppy because he hadn't shaved.
Hao Yun originally thought that if he wore glasses, his behavior would be more gentle than others, and he would at least be able to speak less while driving, allowing him to take a nap with his eyes closed after sitting on the high-speed train for an hour.
Unexpectedly, this guy didn't stop talking from the moment he got in the car. He kept talking endlessly, and he was the kind of person who didn't feel embarrassed at all even if no one cared.
Hao Yun couldn't stand it anymore, so he took out his headphones from his pocket and planned to put them on and listen to music.
But at this moment, the driver glanced at the car's interior mirror, stared at him for a while, and suddenly frowned and said.
"I seem to have seen you somewhere?"
"That must be an illusion," Hao Yun, who didn't want to be recognized, said immediately, "I've never seen you anyway."
"Impossible, I must have seen you somewhere..." The driver frowned and thought for a long time but couldn't remember, then gave up and shook his head, "Forget it, never mind... Speaking of which, you came back from Jiangcheng? "
Hao Yun nodded and said.
"Yeah, go to school there."
"Jiangcheng," the driver said with a nostalgic look, "Jiangcheng is a good place. I also studied there in college."
Upon hearing this, Hao Yun suddenly looked at him with surprise.
"You still went to college?"
Judging by his age, if this guy had gone to college, he would have graduated around the seventh or eighth year of the New Calendar.
Although college students were not a rare thing in Xia State at that time, they were still more valuable than they are now.
To be able to drive a taxi back to my hometown is, in a sense, quite unbelievable.
"Oh, look what you said," he raised a hand and pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose. A touch of pride and nostalgia appeared in the driver's eyes, and then said, "I'm telling you, don't think I'm driving a taxi now." Che, before I graduated from Jiangcheng University of Technology, I majored in landscape design, which was very popular at the time."
"Then how did you..."
"You want to ask me why I came back to drive a taxi, right?" Glancing at Hao Yun, the driver sighed and said self-deprecatingly, "Life is always full of surprises. To be honest, I just graduated. At that time, I was also a young man with great ambitions, but the big dye vat of life—"
"Can you tell me the key points?" Hao Yun coughed slightly, interrupting his lengthy opening remarks.
The driver smiled sheepishly and continued.
"Back then, it was popular to open B&Bs. I thought I was also studying design, so I pooled some money with my buddies and built a small five-story house in Gangneung. I planned to transform it into a B&B and rent it out."
Hao Yun was stunned for a moment and said.
"You open a B&B in Gangneung?"
"Yes," the driver nodded matter-of-factly, "This is a scenic spot, right? Is there anything wrong with the B&B?"
What kind of scenic spot is this
Just a few broken earth walls can bring in a few tourists a year.
Hao Yun had a helpless expression on his face and didn't know what to say. He could guess without even asking that this B&B must have become cold in the end.
"... Then I was unlucky," the driver sighed and continued, "In order to decorate our B&B in a classy way, I worked hard on the decoration, which cost about fifty dollars. Thousands."
"More than 500,000?! Can you get your money back?" Hao Yun couldn't help but ask.
"Theoretically, it can be recovered. I have calculated all these things, but I didn't expect that those tourists have poor taste and cannot understand my creativity at all."
When he said this, the driver's expression was still a little indignant, but Hao Yun couldn't bear to complain about him.
It’s okay if the taste of tourists is not good…
Originally, the consumption power of a small place like Gangneung was average. Instead of pursuing the people-friendly route of high quality and low price, it would be a coincidence to make money by buying things that are of high quality but impractical.
"Then you drove a taxi?"
"Life forces me to drive..." the driver sighed and said, "I hope I can pay off my debt as soon as possible."
Suddenly curious about what this guy's idea was, Hao Yun couldn't help but ask.
"So what exactly did you design the B&B to look like? Do you have any photos?"
"The photos are gone, but if you are interested, I can tell you about it," the driver chuckled and continued, "In short, when I was designing, I integrated the garden design ideas into the B&B. "
Seeing his serious bragging, Hao Yun couldn't tell for a moment whether this guy was telling the truth or a lie.
But at this moment, the system pop-up window suddenly appeared in front of him, interrupting Hao Yun's thoughts.
I saw two lines of light blue pop-up windows floating above the driver's head.
[Talent: Hotel Management Master]
[Potential value: 7]
7!
It’s actually 7!
Hao Yun held back his breath. He didn't expect that this man at such an age could still have a potential value of up to 7!
This is incredible!
Especially that talent, isn't it exactly what you are looking for
It's really hard to find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort at all!
With eyes burning, Hao Yun interrupted his rant on design concepts and artistic taste and asked.
"Master, what's your name?"
"Name? Feng Tiancai... Why do you ask?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and looked at the camera in the car in confusion.
"It's nothing, I just feel that the understanding of interior design you mentioned really speaks to my heart!"
Without any hesitation, Hao Yun took a business card from his arms and placed it on the storage compartment next to the gear position.
"To be honest, I am planning to expand my hotel business recently."
"I have a more respectable job here than driving a taxi, and the pay will definitely be much higher than if you drive a taxi."
"If you are interested, call me at the number on this business card."
Expanding the hotel business is okay.
Feng Tiancai smiled and thought to himself, this guy is bragging and he really doesn’t draft any drafts
Glancing at the two-character name on the business card, he was suddenly startled. He subconsciously raised his head and saw the car interior mirror, looking at the man in the mirror.
At this moment, he finally remembered where he had seen him.
For a while, he could see reports about him in the news almost every day...