Chapter 135 39 How Could Such a Misunderstanding Arise?

Chapter 135 39. How could such a misunderstanding arise?

"Come on, come on, the president asked me to buy a lot of snacks. You have been working hard recently, so come and share them."

Little HR Akane Ayase shouted loudly, "The snacks have been placed on the table in the tea room, first come, first served."

In recent times, as the company has been booming and its results have been getting better and better, everyone's happiness has also been rapidly improved.

Seeing this situation, Qing Zhiyuan felt that it was time to provide some benefits to the members.

It's not just a simple thing like a salary increase, but also a company atmosphere and humanistic care to get closer to what he thinks he will be like in the next 30 years.

For this reason, Qing Zhiyuan also set up a special fund to buy some snacks, meals and other benefits for employees during their free time at work.

This amount of money is not a lot, about 500 yen per person per day on average.

For the money in Neon, you can get a decent ramen meal.

Everyone heard Akane Ayase's voice and shouted excitedly:

"Nani? Isn't this great? You can actually have snacks?"

"Thank you Ayase-san."

Akane Ayase waved her hand, "Don't thank me, but thank the president. He said that we should provide everyone with a sense of happiness while working and make everyone feel like they are at home here."

When she said these words, Ayase Akane's face was filled with a happy smile, as if she was the one handing out these benefits.

This is the so-called executor effect.

The money is allocated from above, but the person handling it will enjoy the most direct gratitude and love from the people at the bottom. This sense of honor even far exceeds Akane Ayase's satisfaction with work performance.

And recently, as everyone's sense of pride and identification with the company continues to increase, Akane Ayase seems to be asking the president to do [purchasing] and [do company benefits], something like an administrative assistant, or a small secretary. The work is no longer so contradictory.

"Thank you, president. Wow, it's great to join a company like pokeni."

"Yeah, I only got an informal job in pokeni after graduating from college. I thought my life was over. I didn't expect to find a treasure."

"Shh, can you read the air? What if the president hears you?"

"Oh, yes, I mean, the president is really awesome. He can run pokeni to what it is now, and he can also provide many benefits that other companies don't have. I really feel happy."

Everyone was talking and walking towards the tea room with smiles on their faces.

When we arrived, we found a long table filled with all kinds of snacks.

Chips, chocolate, seaweed chips, tempura cookies, fudge, and even jelly...

There is nothing more joyful than eating delicious snacks and chatting cheerfully.

"Ah~ happiness surrounds me."

"Me too……"

"It would be nice to have another cappuccino."

…

Akane Ayase heard their conversation nearby and couldn't help but blinked. I'm still having cappuccino. Why don't you have a steak during work hours?

Suck it...

At this moment, she glanced to the side and noticed Gen Urobuchi who was sucking jelly.

"Wada-san, if you want to eat French fries, there is mustard sauce here."

Akane Ayase pushed the mustard plate in front of Gen Urobuchi.

"Um?"

Gen Urobuchi raised his head and looked at Akane Ayase as if he were an idiot, "Why should I dip it in wasabi?"

"I thought people like you would like to eat something with a bitter taste. After all, you especially like to convey pain to players." Ayase Akane curled her lips, "I entrust Wada-san's suit and send the blade here. , the company’s warehouse can’t even hold it.”

When everyone heard their conversation, they couldn't help but cover their mouths and snicker.

"How could you have such a misunderstanding?"

Xuan Urobuchi frowned and retorted, "Great works are often presented in the form of tragedy. Even if it is a comedy, the core is tragedy. But this has nothing to do with personal taste, right?"

"I see that the newly arrived Xinjin Cheng also likes sweets."

In fact, Lao Xu's favorite thing is to eat jelly, and jelly is shown in many of his works.

Xuan Xuanyuan raised a finger and banged his head loudly, "The script writer consumes the brain very seriously. We need a lot of sugar to supplement nutrition, and sweets can promote our creativity.

Ayase-san, you should also eat more jelly or something. "

"Yes, yes." Akane Ayase said perfunctorily.

But in her heart, it was really difficult to connect the man who looked like a murderer in front of her with something as beautiful as sweets.

Even if it’s sweet, at least it’s the durian kind.

Especially paired with Hotan, it tastes weird and full of thorns, and it will remain for a long time at the end.

When she thought of this, Ayase Akane blurted out, "Wada-san, can I buy some durians next time?"

"Eh?"

"Durian is rich in nutritional value, and it's also sweet. Wada-san will probably like it, right?"

The only drawback might be that it's too expensive.

The local durians in Neon are relatively expensive. The price of foreign durians in the local area can reach about 1,600 yen per pound. Because the cost of growing durians in Neon is very high and the scale of planting is small, the durians in Neon are sold at a high price. It is extremely expensive, but the durians imported by Neon from abroad are relatively cheap.

"I don't want to..." Xu Yuanxuan frowned, as if he was already imagining the taste of durian in his mind.

He quickly took a sip of jelly to calm down his shock.

Seeing the two people quarreling with each other, the people around them couldn't help but be amused by them.

It’s really interesting to have upright men and women like Ayase Akane and Wada in the company.

"Ayase-san, Wada-san, there's no way you can get married like this." The old man next to him, the married man of the company and the head of the programming department, Akanishi Ken, reminded.

"Ah, hey, please don't say such terrible things, okay?" Akane Ayase glared at him fiercely.

It’s just because I’ve worked with weirdos like Qing Zhiyuan and Urobuchi Gen for a long time that I was influenced by them.

After glancing around, she discovered something extremely terrifying, that was——

Among pokeni, from top to bottom, there are less than 5 people getting married.

The single rate is as high as 90%.

Although the president said that he had a girlfriend, no one could confirm the authenticity of this matter.

When she thought of this, Akane Ayase quickly held her face in her hands, feeling worried in her heart.

White teeth.

Could it be that in this environment, I would really stay single forever?

…

After finishing the snacks, it was almost lunch break at the company.

After finishing his meal, Hengshan, the artist of "Your Name", quietly went to the rooftop to smoke.

At the same time, coming up with him was Shin Kuroki, the programmer who was working on the "Demon Hunter" project.

The two of them each lit a cigarette and took a puff silently.

Hengshan glanced at it, and sure enough he found that guy Xinjin Cheng lying on a bench not far away from the rooftop looking at the sky.

Now everyone is used to this.

But, because of Xinjin Cheng’s hobby, everyone gave him a nickname——

Sky Man.

Hengshan raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance.

There is no sun today, and the clouds are not too thick. Just like a Chinese landscape painting, the city below and the mountains in the distance are rendered in ink, while the top is completely white.

If it wasn't deep in the city, it would actually be a bit lonely.

It was already October, late autumn, and the weather was starting to get colder. After standing on the rooftop for a long time, it was really unbearable.

However, chatting here for a while while smoking has become a daily routine for everyone.

Occasionally the president will come here.

The pokeni company has a small number of people, and everyone is familiar with each other, just like a family.

"I heard that "Your Name" is almost in development. It should be on the shelves soon, right?" Kuroki said.

"Um."

Hengshan nodded.

But at the same time, a strange expression appeared on his face.

It’s not that I feel joy because the development is about to be completed, there is even a bit of confusion and suffering.

"Kuroki, do you know?"

Hengshan frowned and asked in confusion, "When we develop games, for example, on the art side, are the demands we receive fragmented?"

"Um?"

"For example, we are only responsible for drawing scenes, characters, general backgrounds, decorations, etc. The specific storyline is left to the planner to complete. What the characters say to each other and what story is followed. In fact, there are Just a rough impression.

You can only know it after you experience it yourself after the entire project is completed.

do you understand me? "

"Um."

Kuroki nodded, then shook his head.

Speaking of which, the work of programs is more abstract than that of art. Sometimes they are just tools. For example, the connection of dialogues, triggering, and how to call the next sentence are all done using general logic. As for the specific text, the program The ape doesn't care.

Even if it's an image, programmers will only consider support issues at most, and they don't care about the content of the image.

In the eyes of the planner, the game is a complete story with flesh and blood, pictures and sounds.

In the eyes of art, they are pieces of a puzzle.

In the eyes of programmers, it is all kinds of abstracted logic and code, not even an entity.

Kuroki could understand part of Hengshan's theory, but only part of it.

"Then, I experienced it myself yesterday." When Hengshan thought of this, the expression on his face changed again and again, and countless pictures appeared in his mind.

He sighed and said, "To be honest, the script is quite powerful. It makes people feel empty after playing it."

"And, damn it, why do I feel like I'm playing a game created by Gen Urobuchi?"

"Huh?" Kuroki raised his head in confusion.

"It's that kind of bizarre love with extraordinary imagination, but in the end it stabs you in the heart without warning, giving you nightmares at night.

I woke up this morning with cold sweat all over my back.

My wife said that I was talking in my sleep last night and called Wada's name many times. "

"Hahaha……"

Kuroki laughed loudly.

Yokoyama is just so funny.

This time he finally understood and even sympathized with Hengshan.

I originally thought that the new game would not be scripted by Gen Urobuchi, but I finally got rid of that guy's influence and no longer had nightmares at night. I didn't expect that the experience would still be about the same.

"Hengshan, you are really miserable."

"Isn't it?" Hengshan was also puzzled. "It's obvious that the script writer has been changed, but it still gives you a taste similar to Urobuchi Gen. The pen name Wada is really terrible, really like a fantasy. Like an abyss.

I am afraid that one day I will go crazy. "

Kuroki was amused again.

He reached out and patted Yokoyama on the shoulder, "What Wada wrote is indeed magical. But you are wrong about one thing."

"Um?"

"Rather than saying that it's Urobuchi Gen's feeling, it's better to say that Wada-san inherited Furuhara Chunqiu's ideas."

Hengshan was stunned for two seconds and suddenly reacted.

"Asshole! So that's it!"

Let me tell you, it took me a long time to imitate the president of Gen Urobuchi, and the soul of Chunqiu Furuhara has penetrated into every game of the company.

What's more, the initial script of the game "Your Name" was originally written by the president himself.

How can it be repaired!

At this moment, Xinjin Cheng, who was lying on the chair and looking at the sky, heard the sound and raised his eyes to look in their direction.

But it was just a glance.

It's like a casual glance out of the porthole of an airplane passing through the desert, without any emotion.

After seeing the long stretch of yellow sand, Xinjin Cheng focused his attention on the sky again.

Although there was only a vast expanse of white, he seemed to see endless colors.

At this time, Xinjin Cheng was imagining a story about [Sky Man] in his mind.

…

"Um... no, it's not right, it's not the feeling I want."

In front of a machine specially used to develop MD cartridges, Shinji Mikami was observing the game screen simulated on the monitor while stroking his chin and shaking his head.

In the screen, the main program Ken Akanishi is inputting and operating character actions through an external controller.

Basically, the effect you see here is almost the same as burning it to a cassette and putting it on a TV.

A small man moves back and forth in the screen, with two lethal imitation Desert Eagle pistols in his hands firing continuously.

In a way, this game is a bit like Red Dead Revolver developed by Capcom.

But the impact is much stronger.

After a monster is hit, it will even produce a short hit special effect.

Originally, Shinji Mikami wanted to do better with feedback, but unfortunately the current hardware does not allow it.

"Then what do you want?" Akanishi Ken asked.

"I hope... well, how should I put it, I always feel that the protagonist is a bit too thin. From a bird's-eye view, this guy looks like a malnourished waste, which is very different from the demon hunter in my mind. And There’s not enough pleasure in terms of impact.”

Shinji Mikami thought, "What I hope is that there will be more actions and stronger destructive effects."

The hostess Taiji Sakata next to him frowned when he heard this.

Akanishi Ken was also a little angry, "Mikami, you can't play games like this."

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The author is currently hospitalized for examination and treatment.

There is only this chapter for today.

See you tomorrow