"Want to make money?"
After hesitating for a while, Mei Fang asked Lin Youxi, "Why did you suddenly come up with this idea? Is there something wrong at home? Tell me about it."
"Nothing."
Lin Youxi shook her head. "It's just that I see that my father works very hard, so I don't want to ask him for pocket money. But every time I go out with you and Yuanyuan, the expenses are still not small. I don't want to be taken care of by Yuanyuan all the time. After all, she has taken care of me for so many years, and then..."
Lin Youxi lowered her head and replied, "There are things I want to save money to buy now."
"What do you want to buy?"
Lin Youxi shook her head, "I don't want to tell you. If I tell you, you will buy it for me. That MP3 player last year was like this..."
"You've retreated!"
Last year, Lin Youxi mentioned that she wanted an MP3 player, so Mei Fang gave it to her as a birthday present without hesitation.
Originally, she thought that this surprise would make Lin Youxi happy for a while, but Mei Fang, who did not understand the heart of a girl, was extremely disliked by Lin Youxi.
She said that children should not give each other such expensive gifts, and then returned it. Mei Fang had to keep it herself.
Mei Fang had little interest in this kind of electronic product, which was outdated in his eyes, and he would use it occasionally to listen to music. When Lin Youxi came to Mei Fang's house, she would often use his mp3 to download things and read novels. The songs in it were all Lin Youxi's favorites. Except for not taking them home, they also belonged to Lin Youxi.
From this perspective, since she refused to let Xia Yuan treat her preferentially, it was naturally impossible for Mei Fang to ask her to collect the money directly.
But after all, this is Lin Youxi's attempt to get rid of his dependence on himself and Xia Yuan, and Mei Fang must support it.
He thought for a moment and said, "If you are really short of money, you can sell the items on your Fantasy Westward Journey account on the Treasure Pavilion."
"That won't do. That's our common property! If Yuanyuan and I hadn't stopped you last time, wouldn't you have sold it from the treasure pavilion long ago?"
"Oh, this time I'm not selling you an account, I just want you to sell a few mutant babies!"
"That won't do! We spent so much time raising a mutant baby, and we have feelings for it! I can't bear to sell it myself, and if Yuanyuan finds out, let's see how you'll end up."
"All right… "
Here we have to mention what happened during the 2006 World Cup.
Since our incompetent reborn student Mei Fang only remembered that the champion in 2006 was Yidai, he chose the more convenient online lottery to participate in the guessing, and the odds for Yidai were 1:9 that year.
Originally, Mei Fang could get back about 8,000 yuan of principal by selling the "Fantasy Journey to the West" account, and then it turned into 72,000 yuan.
This should have been a sum of money that Mei Fang could use freely. However, his behavior of selling the account on the Treasure Pavilion was discovered by Lin Youxi, who then informed Xia Yuan. The two of them stopped Mei Fang's behavior on the grounds that the account was filled with the memories of three people.
How could Mei Fang dare to secretly sell out the hearts of Hurt Youxi and Yuanyuan? The two girls would need to be checked in the future. He could only rely on the money he had saved up with great difficulty and sell some of his unplayed game accounts to raise a total of 1,000 yuan to buy lottery tickets.
Now his personal assets are about 10,000, which is much less than what he imagined, but after all, his parents don't know about it and it is money that he can control. It can be regarded as the first pot of gold in the true sense. This amount of money is enough to invest in another BAK that can double the profit by more than 8 million times.
Since Lin Youxi refused to sell her account and mutant baby, and was unwilling to accept Mei Fang's help, Mei Fang could only explain to her how she could actually make money.
"If you don't want to sell your account... then you can try leading a team to kill dungeons. Our accounts are strong enough, and many of the dungeons we've played before can be completed by two people. You can earn at least 10 or 20 yuan a week by leading other people's accounts to kill together. As for making money by coding, your current skills are not good enough to accept outsourcing, so don't consider it for now."
"You mean, are you taking on code jobs now?"
Mei Fang shook his head. "Not really... I'm just playing a little game now."
"I've never heard you say that before!"
"It's just the project planning stage, it's too early to actually do it."
Lin Youxi's expression was full of anticipation. "Let me see it tomorrow, too. I want to learn."
"Should I learn this first, or play games as a power leveler first?"
"Then... let's train for you first."
Lin Youxi let out a long sigh, then looked at Mei Fang again, "But don't do it too fast, I still want to play games with you."
"The games I make may not necessarily be the ones you like," Mei Fang said, "They are simple casual games."
"That's not the point..."
"Which one is that? Tell me." Mei Fang smiled slightly in a teasing tone, "You don't want to do it with me?"
Lin Youxi couldn't help but kick Mei Fang lightly, then went home without saying a word.
She seems so cold in front of others, but to me, she seems cute. I really can't do anything about her.
Now, six years have passed since Mei Fang was reborn into this world.
Over the past six years, he has never forgotten his original intention of making games.
After years of research and study, Mei Fang is now a Java player with rich theoretical knowledge and a C# rising star.
There are many teaching materials on Java, and Mei Fang can learn it easily online. Learning Java to make Symbian games for keypad machines now really feels like joining the G Army in 1949, but it can still be used for website design and OA office systems, and it is still widely used.
As one of the earliest Chinese Internet users to come into contact with the C# language, Mei Fang still has some say in the Tieba forum.
Especially in 2007, after the first generation of Pingguo came out, the Chinese Internet finally began to repeatedly mention a term that Mei Fang was extremely familiar to later generations.
Smartphone.
The advent of smartphones means that the mobile Internet boom has officially begun.
Standing at the forefront of the times, we don’t have much time to waste.
Because if Mei Fang, at his age, had quietly waited until he graduated from high school to start working on mobile games, it would have been 2014, and most of the cake would have been taken away by others. After that, it was an era where distribution platforms were king, and R&D was only worthy of part-time work, so it would have been too late for him to do anything.
So, now is the right time. It would be best to produce results around the third year of junior high school, as high school is too busy.
The 2.5 version of Unity3D has been officially announced to be launched in March 2009. At that time, it will support the development of Windows system applications. By that time, U3D can be used to package and generate computer games.
The last semester of elementary school is coming soon. This semester, everyone does not have the pressure of preparing for the junior high school entrance examination or the college entrance examination. They just live every day as usual. However, they gradually get used to passing notes to each other or circulating a book called a yearbook.
In a yearbook like this, one needs to write down one's name, zodiac sign, hobbies, motto, etc. People will put their portrait stickers on it, and Xia Yuan has always enjoyed it.
The boys were vying to fill out Xia Yuan's graduation album, only Mei Fang was observing the human teenagers without competing.
Every one of these naughty kids, although they often go against my Yuanyuan on weekdays, they must still have some good feelings towards Yuanyuan in their hearts.
They are just kids, naive and unable to express themselves.
As a result, Mei Fang did not feel any pressure from competitors during her entire six years of elementary school.
Xia Yuan collected everyone's graduation commemorative quotes and admired them page by page, laughing out loud from time to time. Seeing this, Mei Fang pulled her arm.
"Why didn't you write one for me? Write one for me too!"
Mei Fang urged Xia Yuan, but was rejected by Xia Yuan. She said with a look of disgust:
"Whatever you want to write, I can fill it all out for you. Zodiac sign, age, height, hobbies, favorite food, what do you know that I don't know?"
"That's true..."
Mei Fang felt sleepy and took a nap on the table. Xia Yuan looked at the graduation yearbook for a while and then closed it. Then he rested his chin on his hand and tilted his head to look at Mei Fang, who was sitting at the same table with him.
She tentatively reached out and poked his cheek, but Mei Fang just smacked his lips.
A gentle smile appeared on Xia Yuan's lips.
The cicadas are chirping, and midsummer is coming.
His and their elementary school story officially came to an end.
Although we are still 12 years old, we are only graduating now.
(End of this chapter)