Chapter 512 This Place Is Too Familiar

"Les Misérables, please let me go, I just want to be miserable! It's all about making a living, don't kill everyone!"

"It's too late. You have to wear the new clothes today, or you don't have to wear them!"

In the live broadcast room, Les Misérables showed off its power with a dozen of her subjugated thugs. The live broadcaster in front of them was forced to the dining table by the NPC they brought, and then put on new clothes.

After being restrained, Les Misérables said directly to a group of newly attracted viewers: "Now for a reward of one yuan, the anchor can eat tomahawk steak; for two yuan, he can drink milk every day, and for three For just one yuan, he can go to school, and for four yuan we will help build roads here, what are you waiting for!"

The reward money fell like raindrops, making the miserable anchor scream.

Looking at the Scream anchor, Les Miserables smiled proudly.

"Come here, cut the steak into small portions for him and feed it to him. I want to see if such a miserable guy will shed tears of joy."

"No! You fucking can't do this!"

"Hahaha, he ate it, he ate it! How do you feel? How do you feel now!"

"Boss, help me!"

Looking at the situation in the live broadcast room, many viewers felt something was strange.

I always feel that the place for this kind of thing is not quite right. It would be nice if it was in a rain forest in the Amazon.

And what kind of American bullying is this?

But this process is very contrasting and interesting to watch. You can see such a good job for just one dollar, so it’s not a big deal.

At the same time, they also discovered that Les Misérables looks pretty good, but it is actually very good at living in the process.

All kinds of dirty talk was like a volcano erupting, burning and surging, and it kept pouring out, no matter what, it couldn't be stopped.

Love it, love it.

Some grandparents were also very happy to watch. They smiled and watched the anchors with tears on their faces, and said that the female anchor did a good job.

"This is good, this is how it should be!"

Mr. Cheng Tianhua looked at the operation of Les Miserables and showed a happy smile.

Pulling Qian Xiaohao and the maid aside, he said happily: "This girl is doing the right thing! We have been exposed to rain, so when we see others being exposed to the rain, we should hold an umbrella for them, and if we find them hungry, we should give them something." Feed them, that’s what we used to do.”

Holding Qian Xiaohao's hand, Cheng Tianhua began to talk about his past stories.

His story is still intertwined with reality and fantasy, but Qian Xiaohao will never get tired of hearing the client tell his story no matter how many times he hears it.

Unknowingly, after listening to it for most of the night, Qian Xiaohao woke up from a dream and quickly looked at the screen and asked: "How is the situation?"

"We won a great victory, but we were reported and stopped temporarily." The maid held her chin up and said with a yawn.

"What?"

"It cut off too many people's financial resources, so we were reported collectively. But it doesn't matter, we still have a backup account, just keep using it."

Although he had known that this moment would come, Qian Xiaohao still felt a little pity after actually knowing the news.

After admiring Qian Xiaohao's regretful expression for a while, the maid continued: "But the good news is that before we were banned, we had already recovered our costs. The rewards from Les Miserables have covered our investment, and Les Miserables became famous in one battle. , many anchors gnashed their teeth when mentioning her, hating her for cutting off their financial opportunities."

"That's it."

After thinking for a while, Qian Xiaohao said to the maid: "Let's initiate a refund. Those grandparents used their own pensions to reward people. They may not know how much they rewarded. We can't let them suffer this loss. "

Afraid that the maid would disagree, Qian Xiaohao showed Cheng Tianhua's previous reward record, pointed to the total amount and said: "Look, Grandpa Cheng has rewarded Les Miserables with 6,700 yuan in the past half month. There is an old man in it." It’s due to dementia, but other people probably have one or two thousand. We’re not short of the money, but it’s just a few months of food money for them, so we’d better give them a refund.”

The maid still didn't speak.

Feeling that the maid seemed angry, Qian Xiaohao immediately mobilized his knowledge of anchors and said seriously: "Anyway, our purpose is to make Grandpa Cheng not feel sad. Now not only is the old man happy, we also got a well-known anchor. We will run it well from now on." No problem. So it’s only one million. It’s well worth the money, and it’s not like I’ve never lost money like this before. Just treat it like spending money to buy something... isn’t it good?”

Finding that the maid still didn't speak, Qian Xiaohao raised his hand, rubbed his temples and said, "Wait a minute, I'll find some reasons first."

Looking at Qian Xiaohao chattering away, the maid sighed, and then pushed Qian Xiaohao against the wall.

The bone-piercing murderous intent combined with the maid's cold expression made Qian Xiaohao feel that today was the day he died.

He was like a hamster being stared at by a poisonous snake, his knees weakened as he looked at the maid in front of him.

Just when he felt like he was going to die, he heard the maid say: "Do you remember that I had something to say to you before?"

"Is this happening?" Qian Xiaohao was shocked, "Are you reminding me to eat my meal in advance?"

"No, I'm ready to resign."

"Are you so angry? When I lost tens of millions before, I never saw you like this."

"Because I couldn't help it anymore."

"Is what I did so outrageous?"

"If you were smarter, I wouldn't be like this."

Qian Xiaohao wanted to say something else, but he felt a chill at the corner of his mouth. Then he saw the maid lady hurriedly distanced herself, and a blush immediately climbed up to her earlobes.

Wiping her mouth, the maid lady blushed and said: "That's what I mean. In short, I don't like the plot of the pretty maid and the silly young master. The script of the strong woman and the stupid young master is what I want to see. You understand. What do I mean?"

"I do not know!"

"Let me understand! Anyway, I have brought all my words to you. I will come back when I succeed in starting a business. Before that, leave the other half of the bed and your butt to me. Goodbye."

Watching the maid leave gracefully, Qian Xiaohao couldn't help but touch his butt, feeling that his moral integrity was in danger.

I treat you like a maid and you treat me like an ass?

No wonder you always ask me to learn to swim, so that’s the reason!

What's going on?

Qian Xiaohao just thought about it all night, and he only wanted to understand one question:

The maid probably likes him.

Telling this information to his online friend Mingtu, he asked nervously: [What do you think I should do? 】

【idiot. 】

After replying this sentence, Mingtu went offline.

In this way, Qian Xiaohao lost two relatives today.

However, the turmoil they caused did not stop, but instead started in another way.

One miserable world fell, and thousands of miserable worlds stood up.

They discovered new business opportunities, then inherited the mantle of Les Miserables, and began to actively hunt for those anchors who sold miserably.

Naturally, the anchors who sell misfortunes cannot sit still and wait for death. They start to have bad relations with the surrounding NPCs and actively set up some particularly miserable situations to make it less easy for the anchors who come to save them.

Fierce attacks and defenses began to appear. Some particularly miserable places were called bunkers, and the anchors who destroyed these environments were called engineers. They began to fight for different situations, allowing the audience to see brand-new battles. .

One wants to save others, and the other doesn't want to be saved. A "Childhood" memory game has directly turned into a PVP game, which greatly puzzled the players who initially paid attention to this game.

We won’t be playing pirated versions, right?

Why has this game become like this?

In response to this situation, Chen Rang came to Fangcheng Studio and conducted a new visit to Fangcheng.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Chen Rang looked at Fang Cheng and felt that Fang Cheng's boss Fang's temperament had become more ethereal.

He had a feeling before that Fang Cheng looked extraordinarily otherworldly. Just sitting there gave him a sense of detachment like an immortal, and this feeling became even more obvious now.

But the strange thing is that while being detached, Fang Cheng made him feel particularly kind. The two contradictory temperaments conflicted with each other but merged with each other, making him feel that Fang Cheng was becoming more and more unfathomable.

Clearing his throat, he suppressed his exclamation, looked at Fang Cheng and asked: "Boss Fang, first of all, congratulations on creating a new hit work. The number of people online in "Childhood" is as high as the number of people in the live broadcast room The excitement is obvious to all, and the battle between engineers and bunkers looks particularly interesting. There are even special confrontations in some places. Is this what you expected?"

"Not at all." Fang Cheng said with a smile, "I just wanted to make an ordinary game to remember my childhood. I didn't expect it to become what it is now."

"Really? Then why were all the players in the same server at the beginning? If we hadn't planned the PVP gameplay from the beginning, we wouldn't have done this."

Fang Cheng pondered for a while, and then said seriously: "If I said this would save time and cost, would you believe it?"

"Boss Fang, although I'm just a game reporter, I still understand the game development process. Please don't lie to me."

"There's nothing you can do about it, but it's the truth."

After staring at Fang Cheng for a while, Chen Rang felt that he shouldn't believe it.

But the Fang Cheng in front of him is a genius programmer, a master in the gaming industry, a leader in multiple gaming fields, a benchmark in domestic gaming, the reborn parent of thousands of electronic ED players, and his own father-in-law...

With all kinds of halo, Chen Rang would believe every word he said.

Even if he told him now that as long as he kowtowed 1,000 times in the direction of Fang Cheng every day, his beloved Mu Kui would turn into a real person and come to him, he would believe it.

So, he nodded piously: "Okay, I believe you, father-in-law."

"Father-in-law?"

"Please don't take it seriously, it's just a joke."

After staring at Chen Rang for a while, Fang Cheng counted his fingers and said, "I'm not your father-in-law, but your mother-in-law is over there."

Looking in the direction Fang Cheng pointed, Chen Rang saw that little Tian Xuan was struggling to control the computer, but he couldn't understand anything on the computer at all.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized: "Is she Mu Kui's mother?"

"It almost means the same thing."

"I'll go say hello later. But let's finish the interview first. If it's like you said, players discovered new ways to play on their own, what do you think of this problem?"

Fang Cheng thought for a while and then said, "If it were before, I might not be happy."

"Then now..."

"Still not very happy, but a little relieved. Games are inherently interactive art. If players can discover new ways to play in the game, it is recognition of the game developers. And what we have to do is not to restrict their ways of playing. It’s about allowing them to have more fun.”

Chen Rang nodded and thought of several game companies.

Such as Druid Entertainment.

Contrary to what Fang Cheng thinks, it is a representative of arrogance, focusing on one main thing, and the main content of each update is to press players to the ground and beat them.

They delete what players like, and they don't give players what they want. Designers seem to regard themselves as the players' fathers, and arrogant attitudes abound in the game.

Smiling softly, Chen Rang felt that he had benefited a lot today.

Looking at Fang Cheng, he asked a few more questions, and then asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Boss Fang, your studio already has quite a lot of games. Although there is a pass world, many players still go on adventures with their previous game characters. Have you ever..."

Chen Rang couldn't continue speaking halfway through his words.

He has his own selfish motives for this issue.

However, this is also the voice of a large number of players. After all, many players also have their favorite NPCs and hope to take them on a happy adventure in the new world.

Fang Cheng saw Chuan Rang's little thought, but he didn't delve into it.

Looking at the distant void, he nodded and said, "Don't worry, it's almost over."

After the interview, Fang Cheng saw Chen Rang off, then left here and headed to the void.

Calling up the coordinates given by the general consciousness before, he continued to move forward along these coordinates and soon arrived at the location indicated by the coordinates.

The coordinates are located beyond three thousand worlds and outside countless universes. It is like a vast ocean, where countless civilizations are constantly rising and falling, marching towards the highest sky.

This is the place of enlightenment, the closest place to transcendence. Powerful civilizations sense the existence of this place and go here.

Although they don't know what is in the center of the Enlightenment Land, they can feel the call there, and they continue to fight and conquer other civilizations in order to go further.

A large number of civilizations were destroyed here, but new civilizations emerged from the universe below. The civilization represented by the total consciousness is just one of them.

"Alert, you have entered our territory, we will..."

Hearing the warning sound from the side, Fang Cheng casually swept the other person away, and then looked at this place to think.

really……

This place is so familiar.