Chapter 20 In a war, not everyone wants to go to the front line to kill the enemy!

 “That’s how he signed this contract with you?”

 After sending Carter away, Song Shan also learned the cause and effect from Ye Feng’s mouth.

He really couldn't imagine that the other party signed such a contract just to transfer jobs.

“But we have to release a new game before October, so the pressure is too great.” Song Shan took a helpless breath.

As a game producer, he has always known that making games is not an easy task.

Although Ye Feng has previously given a perfect planning plan for Dead Cells, as well as specific equipment plot and other settings.

But he has always regarded it as a product that Ye Feng has been preparing for a long time. If Ye Feng plans to make a good game in the future, then the next game must not be just a random one. The reputation of players is a very important thing.

“How about we release another Dead Cells 2? Although it’s just a piece of cake, there should be many players who want to know the story of the protagonist after he comes out of reincarnation.” Song Shan walked around the office anxiously.

"Ah? Didn't we agree? Our next game will be released in three months." Ye Feng looked at him doubtfully. It was only April now, and it would only be July after three months. There was no time left.

“Alright, let’s do Dead Cells 2. While it’s still hot, we can make it faster and make more progress.” Song Shan nodded affirmatively.

“Now that there are so many people in the studio, we can create a more complex plot, make the game bigger, and speed up the progress.” The more Song Shan thought about it, the more feasible his idea became.

 “No, we don’t do it for nothing.” Ye Feng quickly interrupted his thoughts.

 “We are making a new game.”

"Do you have an idea? Have a plan?" Song Shan looked at Ye Feng in surprise.

"Well, I originally wanted to have a meeting with everyone after recruiting people to talk about the next game. Now that you asked, I'll tell you first." Ye Feng stood up and walked to his desk, taking out a book from the drawer. documents.

 There are only a few refreshing words on the white A4 paper.

"This is my war?" Song Shan couldn't help but read out loud, "What is this? A war-type game?"

“So, not really.” Ye Feng shook his head, “Don’t the players always say that the games we make are very simple? This time I want them to admit that they are too good at playing this game.”

 “And I have other ideas besides this game.”

"Do you still remember the book you saw after every resurrection of Dead Cells? Under the countless containers and bottles, there is a book you can check out, the book called Independent Legends." Ye Feng led the topic to Dead Cells superior.

Song Shan nodded, and he had seen too many scenes of starting over, and he had passed that book many times.

 Only after checking it two or three times at the beginning, he never read the content in the book again, but he still vaguely remembered the general content of the book.

That book tells other stories, and some mysterious sentences are like some kind of hints... But until the end of the game, the players did not decipher the content of this string of text.

"Do you still remember the content inside? There is a string of text written like this, [This article is called "Hollow Knight", "How many times can you perform chop jumps in a row? "], at that time, the cell man said in surprise, 'Double jump? There is such an operation?!'"

"Stop it!" Song Shan felt like his head was getting big. If he heard correctly, Ye Feng already had many game settings and had already put the easter egg content into the previous game content.

"Is it true?" Song Shan stared at Ye Feng, feeling that this friend suddenly became extremely strange.

 How come he suddenly understood?

“It’s true, so you don’t have to worry about not having the next game.” Ye Feng said with a smile.

"But, why do you want to take me with you? I don't know anything... and my grades in school are not good..." Song Shan murmured to himself. Ye Feng was very strict when screening resumes. Even if he was a newcomer, he would find It’s almost always students with excellent grades.

Since he could only complete some basic work, Ye Feng gave him one percent of the shares.

Even though one percent is only a small amount, just the dividends from making Dead Cells are a wealth that he will never strive for in his life.

“I lost my money before, and you took me to dinner, what did you say?” Ye Feng punched him in the chest.

 He has sorted out the memories of the original owner and knows their past. It can be said that throughout his student life, only Song Shan has been sincerely dating him.

When Ye Feng rejected Yogame's invitation to join, only Song Shan was really angry and felt that you had wasted an excellent opportunity.

 Abilities can be cultivated and grown.

My brother just grows up a little slower. He just needs a few more hands to climb the mountain he can't climb.

Moreover, I am flying in a helicopter with only one person.

not a problem.

"Okay, I won't struggle anymore. Who can tell me, buddy, that my life is good?" Song Shan laughed.

 He ​​walked to the office area outside with the latest plan in his hand, "Everyone, please stop what you are doing. We, the Black Star designers, are going to have a small meeting with you."

As he spoke, he shook the new game plan in his hand and said, "The new game starts today and is ready to set sail."

Everyone suddenly raised their heads and looked at the planning plan in Song Shan's hand. In the past few days after joining the company, they had only done familiarity work and maintenance of the previous game and other chores. They thought it would take a long time to make the next game.

So fast?

When Ye Feng came to the conference room, everyone was already seated inside. He walked towards the front seat and inserted the USB flash drive in his hand into the computer in front of him.

 “What I’m going to tell you now is an anti-traditional war game.”

As he spoke, a picture appeared on the huge screen behind him.

 The walls in the picture are full of cracks, and most of the wall covering has fallen off. Everything in the house is filled with dust that is difficult to wipe away.

 A woman hugged a man tightly. There was a hole exploded in his chest, and blood stained his clothes and arms bright red.

 The woman rested her head on the dead man's head and cried silently.

Beside the wall, a man was sitting there, covering his face with his hands.

There was no light in the house, only a little light came in from the boarded-up window.

In the room, a child in rags was holding a teddy bear with missing arms and legs in one hand, watching this scene indifferently.

“This time in the game, the player plays the role of a civilian instead of a soldier, and all the player has to do is survive in a war-torn city.”

I can write classic games, but they are definitely different from before.

　　

 (End of this chapter)