Chapter 59 Crushing Battle
The next day, Fang Cheng meditated for half an hour after waking up, and then started watering the spiritual grass in his apartment.
Halfway through the pouring, he made a fortune for himself on a whim, then put on a casual sportswear, walked slowly towards the city center at a walking pace, and arrived at the city center subway at 11:13 noon. McDonald's restaurant on the first floor of the square.
After checking the time, he ordered two original grills, ten pieces of Chicken McNuggets and a large fries under the attentive greeting of the clerk. Then he sat near the window, eating fries and gnawing on burgers, silently Waiting.
At 11:30, a middle-aged man wearing white half-sleeves walked in, ordered a cup of Coke and sat diagonally across from Fangcheng.
Not paying attention to the person diagonally across from him, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a phone number. Fang Cheng's mobile phone placed on the table vibrated simultaneously.
The sudden sound startled the middle-aged man, and his knees involuntarily hit the small table. The Coke placed on it bounced high, and was easily held by Fang Cheng in his hand just before it landed.
Putting Zhongke opposite the middle-aged man, Fang Cheng smiled and connected the phone, then put the phone to his ear: "Hello, I am Fang Cheng. When we first met, you are the boss of Feixiang Studio, Sun Let's do it."
After hanging up the phone, Fang Cheng took the dinner plate over under the dumbfounded gaze of the other party, and then slowly ate an original plate roast.
While he was eating, Sun Jue looked shocked. He kept looking at Fang Cheng in front of him, and the confusion in his heart was about to overflow.
Why does the other party appear here?
Why did the other party know that he would call him here?
Why did he happen to sit diagonally across from me?
His mind has been occupied by various questions, and in the end he can only come to one conclusion.
"You are following me!" Sun Jue asked in a voiceless voice.
"What do you think?" Fang Cheng picked up the second burger.
The ambiguous answer made Sun Jue feel like he was facing an enemy.
According to his inference, Fang Cheng should be in his studio now, still hesitating whether to keep Huang Ping or abandon him. No matter how he chooses, Sun Jue will bring his rich experience to his rhythm.
Afterwards, this studio owner, who is talented but has little social experience, will be led into a ditch by himself, and he will be able to buy "Quietness to Cultivation" with just coaxing and deception, and he will have to thank us afterwards.
But now, the sudden appearance of Fang Cheng directly disrupted all his plans, making him feel that the young man in front of him was mysterious and had extraordinary energy.
He even wondered if someone under his command had become a commercial espionage and secretly sold out his whereabouts.
Heck, why did an ordinary business acquisition turn into a suspense film?
He habitually bit the straw. Instead of drinking Coke, he bit the straw in his mouth to deform it to relieve the anxiety caused by quitting smoking.
After finally calming down, he looked at Fang Cheng and said seriously: "Lawyer's letter..."
"Don't mention useless things, let's get to the point."
Sun Jue was choked again, and the momentum he had just accumulated instantly disappear.
He is obviously a producer of a big company, and the company president will greet him with a smile when he sees him.
But in front of Fang Cheng, he felt that he was the weak one.
The other party's mystery made him unable to figure out the details of Fang Cheng, so he could only gather his strength again, and then said: "I figured out..." "The
current sales volume of "Quiet to Cultivate Yourself" is three million copies, and the current profit is about At 240 million. It is estimated that the sales volume of this game can reach 10 million copies this year. If an international version is launched, the revenue will be even higher."
Fang Cheng crumpled the hamburger wrapping paper into a ball, threw it away gently, and wrapped it The paper fell into a trash can ten meters away.
Slowly wiping his hands with a napkin, Fang Cheng said with a smile: "If you want to acquire it, how much can you offer?"
Before waiting for the other party to answer, Fang Cheng thought of something else and continued: "We still have a pass, and every day On the fifteenth day of the month, about 40% of the players bought it and have the intention to continue buying it. How much do you think it is?"
The disadvantage of mortals facing immortals was fully exposed at this moment.
As long as he is willing, Fang Cheng can easily hear the other person's thoughts, judge the other person's emotions from the other person's heartbeat, and his powerful computing power can even figure out what the other person wants to do next.
In front of the immortals, everything of mortals is a bright card. But usually, Fang Cheng doesn't like to look at things in such detail. After all, he is in the world of games. Letting himself be confused will help him understand the fun of games and make good games.
I started it now because I want to experience the feeling of information asymmetry in war. Then I realized that it is not good for players to be too omniscient. The game does not seem to be difficult.
When he was in Tianxiong, Teacher Shen repeatedly emphasized that games that are too simple are not interesting, and now Fang Cheng believes that.
Unlike Fang Cheng, who was trying to enjoy the war, Sun Jue, who was sitting opposite Fang Cheng, was almost dying.
The negotiation rhythm that I was proud of had been completely shattered, and everything I wanted to say was guessed by the young people in front of me.
Sitting across from the other party, he suspected that the other party knew the color of his underwear, leaving him only endless shame.
Forcing a twisted smile, he looked at Fang Cheng and said, "Mr. Fang... you're not afraid..."
"Not afraid."
"I haven't..."
"Didn't you just say that we plagiarized?"
"Why are you..."
"You only have so many cards, you can guess it at will. So, do you have any other trump cards?"
Fang Cheng stood up with a smile, and said to Sun Jue, who was pale and trembling slightly. He didn't dare to look at him from beginning to end. : "Thank you, you made me understand how boring a crushing battle is. I look forward to you using other methods to attack me in the future. I welcome your arrival at any time." After finishing the
last fries, Fang Cheng He patted Sun Jue's shoulder in a friendly manner, then left with the dinner plate in hand.
Although Fang Cheng left here, Sun Jue never dared to move.
They had only been in contact for half an hour, but the oppressive feeling like the weight of a mountain still existed, as if the other person had never left.
After sitting in silence for an hour, Sun Jue dared to reach out and drink the Coke placed in front of him.
The Coke was out of gas, the ice cubes inside melted, and the temperature rose, making this cup of Coke extremely unpleasant to drink.
But he still sipped Coke as if it was the only thing he could drink before he died.
At the same time, he couldn't help but start to recall Fang Cheng's words.
Every word, every word, every tone is as if someone has carved it into my brain with a chisel, and I can't forget it even if I want to.
At this time, the phone rang, and the secretary's voice appeared in his ear: "Boss, you have answered the phone. Didn't you go to negotiate with Fangcheng Studio? What was the result?" "
I still want to live a few more years. ."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I'm ready to retire."
That night, the news of the retirement of game butcher Sun Jue caused a small stir in the gaming circle.
Some were elated, while others were confused, but Fang Cheng, who knew the truth, had only one idea.
A crushing battle is really not fun.
This is true for losers, and it is true for winners.
So, get on the difficulty level!
(End of chapter)