Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Wang Zhaoyun played the game for four hours, found several bugs, and wrote a full page of suggestions.

Looking at the details of the suggestions given by the veteran players, the programmer felt for the first time that the 50 yuan was very cost-effective.

After the first time, there will be the second, third, or fourth time, until the programmer makes a small game that requires two people to play together, and finds Wang Zhaoyun.

"It takes two people, what should I do?" The programmer looked around at the scroll king in the office, "How about I work hard to cooperate with you?"

"Don't worry." Wang Zhaoyun waved his hand and picked up the phone, "I've been hanging out in Internet cafes in Sucheng for so many years, I can shake as many people as you want!"

"But let's make it clear in advance." Wang Zhaoyun held down the phone, leaned sideways to the programmer and lowered his voice, "You can't tell them the price of the trial game. If you ask you, just say you don't know. I earn a head fee, isn't it too much?"

"Not too much." The programmer nodded, looking at Wang Zhaoyun in front of him, he felt that he was quite economical.

After a while, a young man with disheveled hair walked into the company and played games with Wang Zhaoyun. This young man's game skills were obviously much better than Wang Zhaoyun's, and he often turned the tide in the games they played together.

Wang Zhaoyun switched roles with the opponent and tried again. The opponent played steadily, and the faster Wang Zhaoyun died.

"Well, years of krypton gold career have made me pay less attention to technology." Wang Zhaoyun sighed, "I have to reflect on it."

Watching the people next to him clear the level, Wang Zhaoyun handed over the pen, "Remember to write down the bugs and suggestions encountered, at least twenty suggestions."

"Okay, Brother Wang." The person who was swayed by Wang Zhaoyun wrote diligently on the paper, and played another game with Wang Zhaoyun, writing down suggestions in the middle.

After handing over the finished product to the programmer, Wang Zhaoyun sent his partner out and paid 30 yuan to the partner at the door of the company.

"It's really nice here." The little friend collected the money and couldn't help being happy, "Not only let you play the game but also pay back the money, and if you have such a job in the future, call me again, Brother Wang."

"Okay, okay." Wang Zhaoyun responded repeatedly, grinning and waving goodbye to his little friend.

Wang Zhaoyun returned to the company, took 100 yuan, and almost burst into laughter.

"I think it's very good for two people to play together. It's definitely better if there are three people, four people, or a small game played by a group of people." Wang Zhaoyun seriously suggested, "Sometimes when we play games, we actually like it more. Communication between people, fetters and so on, sometimes very simple games, when there are more people, it will become very different."

The programmer listened to Wang Zhaoyun's words and nodded thoughtfully.

Within a month, the programmer released another new work, this time a newly added expansion on the most basic Sokoban game.

Twelve people are needed to open a game, divided into red and blue camps. There is a box in the middle of the map. There are six people in each of the red and blue camps. As long as the box is pushed into the opponent's base camp, it is considered a victory.

This game requires [-] people to play. After Wang Zhaoyun made a few phone calls, a group of people came to the company in a mighty manner.

The person in charge also specially found an office for them and asked them to try it out. Although it was just a simple sokoban, with the cooperation of the team and the addition of various maps and props, a group of people had a lot of fun playing.

In addition to looking for bugs, everyone wrote twelve suggestions and handed them in neatly. Some people tried their best to write more in order to let Wang Zhaoyun look for themselves next time.

Wang Zhaoyun handed in the results, and after getting affirmation, he sent a group of brothers away. Before leaving, he added friends and groups in the mutual trust, and waited for Wang Zhaoyun to call.

Under the company, Wang Zhaoyun gave 30 yuan each, and everyone was very happy.

30 yuan is a lot of money, an eight-yuan wallet in an Internet cafe can cover three nights, and you can buy a few more bags of instant noodles, eggs and sausages!

After seeing off his friends, Wang Zhaoyun went upstairs, counting the 600 yuan he got, Le's mouth was almost grinning behind his ears.

In Mutual Trust, someone gave Wang Zhaoyun a red envelope, asking Wang Zhaoyun to look for him next time, and Wang Zhaoyun returned the money to let the big guys pay attention to the quality of the demo instead of engaging in these things in private.

Under everyone's suggestion, the Sokoban mini-game was changed to three players against three players. There are also a series of mini-games, which have received a lot of praise after its launch, and the download volume of Mutual Trust has reached a new high.

Ji Lianhuo saw the potential of the game, and his development staff branched out into a game project, including Wang Zhaoyun, who was responsible for the trial.

Wang Zhaoyun's salary has doubled from cleaning, and he has five social insurances and one housing fund, and has become a regular employee. Wang Zhaoyun looked at his office excitedly, threw himself on the desk in his office, bowed his head and kissed the two desktops, almost falling Tears come.

I don't seem to be a piece of trash.

I can still make money with my brothers!

The phone rang a few times, Wang Zhaoyun took out the phone, looked at the "Brother Wang, when will you be alive" slipping through the mutual trust group, and couldn't help laughing through tears.

Wang Zhaoyun has been playing truant for almost two months, Father Wang was very angry and asked Aunt Song not to give this rebellious son a penny. Originally, he thought that Wang Zhaoyun would be like before. But the old couple waited and waited, but there was no sign of Wang Zhaoyun's return.

"Shouldn't you be sneaking money into Zhao Yun?" Father Wang looked at Aunt Song suspiciously.

"I really want to." Aunt Song frowned, "But Zhaoyun never came to see me."

"Where did this child go?" Father Wang couldn't help feeling worried, pondered for a while, and called his eldest daughter to ask. Hearing Wang Qiyan's tone of bewilderment, Father Wang hung up the phone, sighed, and pinched the phone for a long time , and pressed the phone number of the second son.

Aunt Song stared at her husband intently, and heard him speak.

"Zhaomou, how are you doing?"

The voice from the opposite side was a little unclear, Aunt Song sat forward, trying to hear something.

"I just want to ask, have you seen Zhaoyun recently? This kid has skipped class for almost two months, has he visited you?" When Wang Zhaoyun was mentioned, Father Wang couldn't help but frown.

"He never came to see me."

Aunt Song heard the voice from the phone with a gentle tone.

"If he doesn't look for you, who else can he look for?" Father Wang sighed worryingly, "It's been two months this time, and he hasn't come to the house to get any money. You bastard, have you learned to collect protection money from others?"

"Zhaoyun won't." Sitting in the office, Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo who passed by with an insulated lunch box.

"This kid really doesn't give us peace of mind at all!" Father Wang was furious, "Is asking him to repeat his studies to harm him? He skipped class for so long at once. The head teacher told me I made more than one phone call, but now he is fine, and he didn't even report his safety to us!"

"There is no one in Sucheng yet, who dare to attack my Wang family." Wang Zhaomou's tone was indifferent, and he raised his eyes to look at Ji Lianhuo. With a smile on his lips, Ji Lianhuo leaned down and secretly kissed his sweetheart on the lips.

"Zhaomou, bring Zhaoyun back." Father Wang frowned, "This is the second time he has repeated the exam, but his attitude is still not correct at all!"

"Maybe Zhaoyun doesn't like repeating." Wang Zhaomou slowly rolled up the tie around Ji Lianhuo's neck with one hand.

"You can listen to what he thinks."

"What ideas does he have? He is only nineteen. He spends all day at school with his ears closed and his eyes high but his hands low. Before you let him work in a plastic factory, you almost closed down the factory!" Father Wang was very angry. Put your hand on your chest and breathe smoothly.

Ji Lianhuo stared closely at his slender fingers, rolled up his tie little by little, his heart was beating wildly, his head was lowered a little bit, and he was about to get close to the person in front of him.

"He is already an adult." Wang Zhaomou held a tie in his hand and spoke softly.

"If you don't talk about it, how do you know what he's thinking?"

"Just get used to your younger brother!" Father Wang took a deep breath, "You let him go home within a week! If you don't contact the family for two months, he is too much for him!"

Hearing that the other person hung up the phone, Wang Zhaomou glanced at the phone and put it on the table.

"Brother Zhaomou, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken Wang Zhaoyun in privately." Ji Lianhuo's face was a little flushed, his shirt collar was messy, and the tie around his neck was being held by the man in front of him.

"It's okay." Wang Zhaomou tilted his face and gently pulled the tie in his hand.

Ji Lianhuo leaned closer, feeling the softness on his forehead and the redness of his ears.

"It's a good thing you helped him find what he's good at."

A gentle voice sounded in his ears, Ji Lianhuo's cheeks were hot, and the corners of his lips were kissed a few times, like a reward, sweet and gentle.

Looking at the insulated lunch box on the table, Wang Zhaomou loosened Ji Lianhuo's tie, and with a parting smile on his lips, he walked towards the reception table in the office.

"Why do you think of bringing food here?"

"Brother Zhaomou, you haven't come home for dinner on time for several days." Ji Lianhuo blushed and got up to follow, and neatly opened the lunch box on the reception table, "I know Shengshi Huajing is very busy recently, The project in Zhucheng is about to start, brother Zhaomou will definitely not have time to come back for dinner today, so I asked Mrs. Cheng to pack a lunch box."

Ji Lianhuo laid out the lunch boxes with vegetables in layers, held the chopsticks with both hands, and presented them to Wang Zhaomou.

"Thank you." Wang Zhaomou glanced at the steaming food on the table, took the chopsticks from Ji Lianhuo's hand, lowered his head, picked up a piece of rice, and put it in his mouth.

There are too many things in the company recently, and I am really busy. I often don't have time to eat. When I am free, I am already hungry.

Mrs. Cheng's food was as delicious as ever, Ji Lianhuo packed too much, Wang Zhaomou ate most of it, and Ji Lianhuo didn't waste the rest of the food, took the lunch box in front of Wang Zhaomou's eyes, and cleaned it up in a few strokes.

Seeing Ji Lianhuo bent down and packed the empty lunch box, Wang Zhaomou got up, "Go back and rest, I still have some documents to sign."

"I want to accompany Brother Zhaomou." Ji Lianhuo's eyes were dark, "When Brother Zhaomou is finished, we will go home together."

Looking at Ji Lianhuo's appearance, Wang Zhaomou realized something and smiled.

"What's the good news?"

"How did Brother Zhaomou find out!" Ji Lianhuo suppressed the joy in his heart, approached Wang Zhaomou, and approached him intimately.

Looking into Ji Lianhuo's black eyes, Wang Zhaomou smiled without saying a word.

Like a big dog who has done something good in the dark, he stands upright in front of his master with his chest upright, his eyes are black and bright, and he hides his pride, with an expression of "I will wait for you to find out what I did, you must be proud of me" appearance.

"Mutual trust's profit last month has exceeded 3000 million, and it has only been five days since this month, and the profit has exceeded 1000 million." Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips, watching Wang Zhaomou's expression closely, for fear of missing a little bit.