GDYARVE # Chapter 6: You Dare Reject Nanshan Pizzahut?!
# Chapter 6: You Dare Reject Nanshan Pizzahut?!
"This person's game is interesting. Ask if he's willing to sign a five-year contract and join Yogame for five years."
In the conference room of the Yogame platform, the general manager, Teng Feng, was looking at the recent game download data.
The download volume of a game called *Getting Over It* had increased astonishingly fast, reaching the top of the popularity chart in just three days.
Day one: Only Yin Ge got frustrated.
Day two: Fans playing the game went into a rage.
Day three: The entire streaming platform, regardless of whether the streamers were game streamers, was urged by fans to start playing this game.
This marked the beginning of the collective mental breakdown of the community.
Using only a mouse for simple beginner-level operations, it gave everyone an extreme high-pressure experience.
Unlike the popular feel-good games on the market, this game made players feel pain in their hearts, livers, lungs, and spleens.
The current market was filled with games where a single purchase made players overpowered. Pay money to max out talents, pay money to get god-tier equipment, pay money to become stronger.
This frustrating game, which did the opposite, stood out among the feel-good games.
"Also, discuss a buyout contract for this game. Leaving it in his hands is a waste. Selling the game for 10 bucks for permanent play? That's wasting its greatest value!" Teng Feng watched as streamers smashed their keyboards in frustration.
Some netizens even commented under various frustration compilation videos: The game designer's family must own a keyboard factory.
Observant netizens noted a significant increase in keyboard sales on Taobao recently.
Various online store customer service representatives received many strange questions:
"Is this keyboard durable? Can it withstand multiple smashes?"
"Does it have a stress test? Is it waterproof?"
"Can it be cheaper? I want to buy several, so I won't feel bad when they break."
...
Teng Feng snorted. If he were managing this game, he would definitely introduce features like paying for a chance to revive, paying for skins to change the pot's appearance, or paying for hooks to save the situation temporarily.
Of course, these would be limited per game, with VIPs able to use them more often.
Looking at the game designer's profile, he couldn't help but sigh. As expected, he's still a student and doesn't understand business at all.
Kids at this stage make games purely without considering profitability.
"Send a designer to assess him. If he's good, we can hire him. He does have talent and is worth nurturing." After saying this, Teng Feng closed the designer's profile.
Contacting Ye Feng was recorded and assigned to specific staff members.
The multifunctional screen in the conference room changed from information about *Getting Over It* to preparations for the year-end TGA annual awards.
Although it was only March, they were already preparing for the year-end event.
Yogame was a game platform, but they also developed games.
"This time, we're aiming for the Best Independent Game award." Teng Feng said seriously.
This award, established over a decade ago, honors outstanding works that, despite limited funding and promotion, excel in innovation and gameplay.
"Yes!" The people in the conference room nodded in agreement but showed little enthusiasm.
Because this happened every year.
...
That day, Ye Feng received a message from Yogame.
"A job offer? And a game buyout? Two million for the game's rights?" Song Shan stood beside Ye Feng, his breathing already quickening.
He looked at the email Ye Feng had just received with envy.
"This is awesome. You'll be working for a top company! What a great job!" Song Shan exclaimed.
This was the benefit of becoming famous while still in school. Many big companies would send you job offers, and all you had to do was nod and accept a high salary.
Ye Feng glanced at the email, his emotions unchanged.
He didn't even hesitate and immediately replied to the email.
"Sorry, thank you for your company's invitation, but joining your company conflicts with my career plans. I must decline."
Before Song Shan could stop him, Ye Feng had already sent the email.
"What are you doing? This is a rare opportunity!" Song Shan quickly grabbed the mouse, trying to recall the email, but it showed that the other party had already opened it and couldn't be recalled.
Seeing this, Ye Feng laughed.
Considering the original owner's memories, Song Shan was his closest friend in this world.
If he hadn't come from another world, accepting this job offer would have been his biggest achievement in college.
Song Shan genuinely cared about the original owner.
"I sent you some weapon designs to your email. Can you create the models?" Ye Feng said as he sent the files over.
"Do you know what you're doing? Do you know who you just rejected?" Song Shan was speechless. His friend was acting foolishly.
There's a saying, "You're afraid your brother will suffer, but you're also afraid he'll drive a luxury car." But now, he truly hoped his good friend would have a bright future.
"I know. Just make the models. I'll take care of you later." Ye Feng laughed.
"You..." Song Shan looked at Ye Feng, stunned. Was he serious?
"Didn't *Getting Over It* make some money? We're going to invest in a new game." Ye Feng turned to Song Shan.
"You call two million a little money?" Song Shan was shocked. That much money is just a little?
"How much are you planning to invest in this new game?"
"Of course—"
"All in!" Ye Feng placed the game proposal in Song Shan's hand.
*Dead Cells*
Song Shan opened the game proposal, which included detailed designs for levels, weapons, monsters, abilities...
It contained everything a game needed.
Only now did he realize Ye Feng was serious.
"Starting your own studio? That's a big step..." Song Shan was speechless.
"That's why I need your help. Otherwise, it would take me forever."
"Alright, if you're going crazy, I'll join you. Just make sure to feed me!" Song Shan laughed as he sat back at his computer and opened the email Ye Feng had sent.
"My goal isn't big. I just want everyone to say, 'Super hard!'"
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