Legendary American Tycoon

Brooklyn, who was changing his clothes, heard the words, turned his computer back on, and waved to White: "Our R-2 game has now been sold for the second time. The pictures you drew are liked by many people, and they are Give comments in the game feedback and let you make your personal account public."

Brooklyn opened the official website of the BSB game and clicked on the feedback center. The feedback form showed rows of floating small characters.

White leaned his head over and sat down in the next seat.

"I don't have a personal account." White said.

"Then apply for one." Brooklyn replied.

White glanced at Brooklyn: "Do you use a blog?"

"Are there other options? Now this is the largest communication platform."

White subconsciously wanted to refuse, because this blog left him a bad impression.

What's more, as Iverson said, the blog has been declining, but there is no rival with it yet, so it has been rampant to this day.

White was about to refuse, when a thought slipped through his mind.

Even so, blog is still the centralized place for dating platforms.

If you want to quickly attract a wave of popularity, this is undoubtedly the best platform.

Brooklyn thought the same as White. But both have their needs.

Brooklyn mainly wants to lend White to open an account as a reason to let White update some pictures on it from time to time, so that the popularity of R-2 games can be promoted.

"About how many people are there now?" White asked.

Brooklyn clicked on the statistics network, and the green color showed that there were tens of thousands of people online.

As long as the player traffic does not fluctuate too much, this is good for a company that is not listed.

Do these tens of thousands of brothers want to see pictures?

White was a little moved, and by the way, he also wanted to see, is this appeal so powerful?

White turned to get the notebook: "Then I'll open it."

When White returned, Brooklyn had cleaned up the table.

"I'll help you drive, you hurry up and draw one first." Brooklyn gave up his seat.

White took his seat and picked up the pen, feeling something wrong: "Why am I squeezed by you?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Pay more." Brooklyn replied with a spit on the star.

White was satisfied, bowed his head, and painted seriously.

In the past few months, White's pen power has become more proficient than before.

White likes to describe life in a night market.

When night came, the huge screen drooped, and the lights on the side of the road were dim and gloomy under the blue and purple light screen.

The souls of believers are doing the most pious things under these lights.

This is to be placed in a previous life. White can never imagine that one day he will become a small H drawing artist, and he will also provide manuscripts for a game company.

So how do you say that, life is like a dream.

Before that, they sold a pass to the players, and it will be announced at five o'clock in the afternoon.

It's a bit of a dog to look at it this way, but Brooklyn has its own explanation.

"The more you sell, the more you can hang people." Brooklyn said so.

White gave a thumbs up: "Awesome. Philosophy."

White mocked, the computer page is also open, from the perspective of this era, the interface of the blog is considered very good.

However, according to White, the layout of the blog is still a mess compared to 15 years later.

Just like the later low-profile versions of Facebook and Twitter, it will inevitably be eliminated by these two Internet sites.

"Last time your game and blog were not followed up?" Brooklyn's voice came from the back bed.

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White dropped the pen and sat on the bed, bending his leg to hold the notebook.

"Nothing," White replied.

"Is there no response in my heart?"

White knew that Brooklyn was taunting, and only shook his head: "Small games, blogs do not look good, no way."

"It's sour." Brooklyn laughed.

Although the account was opened in the name of White, the actual controller was Brooklyn, and the operating team behind the account was also BSB.

Even so, White still has the right to log in with the account's password.

"As long as you don't send anything indiscriminately." Brooklyn warned.

White shrugged and was about to respond. With a "tick", the adjusted time rang.

White glanced at the time, which was exactly five o'clock in the afternoon.

Brooklyn released the account of the R-2 game painter on the blog platform under the codename "X".

In less than two minutes, the number of friends with this account codenamed X painter grew wildly.

In just a few seconds, the homepage of Painter X has been visited tens of thousands of times.

White felt incredible, and stared at the screen intently.

Brooklyn was more excited than White. Brooklyn lay down on the bed, excited by the continuous increase in numbers.

In the end, they had to exit the friend interface.

At this time, the webpage has been swiped by the rapidly skyrocketing traffic.

White forced the page to close, looked at the Blu-ray desktop, and took a breath.

Brooklyn murmured more generally: "If everyone gave us ten dollars, the money would come too easily."

White squinted: "These are your players. Isn't your R-2 game worth ten dollars?"

"There is also a cost price..."

"There are also a lot of second-hand prices." White continued.

Brooklyn froze for a few seconds and reacted: "You mean piracy?"

White lay straight on the bed and nodded: "That's right. Because your base number, that is, the number of players is not particularly high, it is difficult to find out this loss."

"I want to sue them..."

"Not everyone likes you to value copyright. What's more, you see that this game has been promoted internationally. There are too many pirated games abroad. How can you tell? You may still try it in China. But it is not easy. So. Say, piracy is inevitable."

"It doesn't matter now, won't it be over? More and more people are playing piracy." Brooklyn gritted his teeth.

White stood up suddenly: "Change the theme of the game."

"what?"

"The kind of game that can be extended to more people." White described.

"E-sports games?"

"more or less."

Brooklyn laughed: "There are too many people doing this kind of games. Racing, basketball, rugby and other competitive games are emerging one after another. It is too difficult for a new company to squeeze into the game industry. Otherwise, I would not do R. series."

"Then develop a new concept."

"It's easy for you."

Brooklyn murmured for a while, and the computer "ding dong" from the blog.

Brooklyn and White looked at each other. "That's not good, right?"

Huai's head: "Is there a homepage website in the blog? Everyone can browse and post."

Brooklyn listened, suddenly nodded: "Understood."