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Chapter 8: Uncharacteristically (Please Read)
Early the next morning.

Zhou Kuang drove to the company on time.

Park the car, get off, go upstairs, and punch in.

Not to mention that the boss doesn't have to punch in, Zhou Kuang is quite strict with himself.

Well, starting from today.

He did not rush into his office, but instead took a tour around the office first.

The art team, planning team, and programming team looked at them one by one.

Well, everyone is in high spirits!

Zhou Kuang nodded secretly with satisfaction.

A planner who was eating a bun for breakfast was so frightened when he saw Zhou Kuang arrived at the company at 8 o'clock that he quickly swallowed the bun. When he tried to swallow it, the food got stuck in his throat. He quickly picked up the soy milk and took a sip. He almost cried out from the burn.

Holy shit, why is the boss already in the office at 8 o'clock?!

In their impression, Zhou Kuang is a capable and good boss, but he never gets up early, so they can take a break and fish in the morning.

After all, it would be a waste not to touch it.

The sleepy artist thought he was dreaming when he saw Zhou Kuang, and almost fell off the tilted office chair while holding the digital tablet.

The program was browsing Bilibili as usual, laughing from time to time. When he looked up, he saw Zhou Kuang with a smile on his face. His instinct made him press ctrl+w to close the page, then switch to the Visual Studio interface and instantly get into work mode.

Looking at the programmer who was typing the code seriously, Zhou Kuang nodded.

It seems that the company's employees are worthy of the salary he gives them. They are all working hard to complete the tasks he assigned yesterday so early in the morning.

Then I can't sit idle either. I have to quickly read the plan for "Crab Crab Treasure Hunt Adventure" that I received earlier, delete the useless parts, keep the useful ones, and then revise some parts. Only then can I hand the plan to the employees and let them work with me to revise it based on the original plan.

Time waits for no one.

Zhou Kuang turned and walked into his office, and the employees finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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"Anle, let's go and have dinner." A man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes bent down, holding the back of the chair and said to Fu Anle.

"Don't eat."

Fu Anle turned around and said with a worried look on his face, covering his cheek.

"Oh, what? Are there times when you don't want to eat?" Fang Ling laughed out loud. Fu Anle, as the youngest member of the group, usually likes to eat, such as fruits and snacks. He never stops eating when he is at work, and his colleagues in the planning group are often fed by him.

At noon today, everyone went to eat, but he was still sitting in his seat.

Rare, so rare!
As the saying goes, when things are abnormal, there must be something wrong. There must be something fishy going on here!
"Oh." Fu Anle sighed, "I burned my mouth while drinking soy milk for breakfast this morning."

"It feels like I got a mouth ulcer from a burn. It hurts so much!" He subconsciously moved his tongue and touched the wound again.

"hiss!"

"Hahahaha!" Fang Ling laughed with glee, provoking a glare from Fu Anle.

"I said why aren't you more careful."

"Oh, don't mention it. Who knew the boss would come so early? He scared me."

Fang Ling nodded when he heard this. Previously, the two of them were called to the meeting as system planner and copywriter respectively, but they didn't say a word. The boss didn't ask for their opinions and ended the meeting in a muddle.

Aside from being a waste of time, the only benefit was probably being the first to know the company's next direction, which was to develop a 3A standalone game.

According to Fang Ling's own thoughts, the boss must have lost his mind!
Without talking about the difficulty of production or whether the production environment is good or not, let’s just talk about the funding.

Well-known foreign game studios, such as Naughty Dog, Santa Monica, or Ubisoft's Montreal Studio, need to invest at least 3 million US dollars to produce a A stand-alone game.

This does not include marketing costs. If you add all the costs together, $150 million to $200 million is within the normal range.

Even if some domestic costs are lower, it will still cost at least tens of millions of dollars, right?

In the most ideal case, the starting capital would be 10 million US dollars.

Not to mention that this is the first time their company has produced a 3A game and a stand-alone game, and the cost of trial and error alone is unknown.

And how much liquid funds are available on their company's books?

Although he didn't know the exact number, he knew how many games the company had failed recently.

Probably not too many.

The only possibility Fang Ling could think of was that the company could receive external capital injection.

However, given the current state of their products, who would be willing to invest money in a "sunset" company like them?

Thinking of this, he was a little hesitant about whether to continue staying in this company.

It’s better to change jobs before the company goes bankrupt, even if the salary is lower.

Otherwise, if you look for a job again after your company goes bankrupt and people ask you why you are looking for a job, do you have to honestly answer that the previous company went bankrupt?

While he was lost in thought, Fu Anle spoke.

"Brother Ling, why do you think the boss suddenly wants to make a 3A game?" Seeing Fang Ling's eyes widen instantly and his eyebrows raised, Fu Anle quickly waved his hand to explain, "I'm not questioning you, I'm just curious why you suddenly want to make a 3A game."

"The boss must have his own considerations..." Fang Ling himself didn't know and could only speak vaguely.

At this moment, the door of the boss's office, which was only one aisle away from the planning group, suddenly slammed open, scaring the two of them so much that they trembled all over.

Zhou Kuang was seen holding a thick stack of papers, raising it like an Olympic athlete holding up a trophy.

He glanced around and found that everyone in the office seemed to have gone to eat and was not at their seats.

Zhou Kuang felt a little embarrassed. He had wanted to show the plan to everyone immediately and had even printed out a paper version.

Suddenly his eyes locked on Fu Anle and Fang Ling, the only two people still in the office. When they saw Zhou Kuang's eyes, they secretly thought something was wrong.

Could it be that the boss heard the conversation just now?
"Um, Fang Ling, Fu, Fu..."

Zhou Kuang opened his mouth to call the two people, but suddenly got stuck and couldn't remember the name of the second planner.

"Fu Anle."

Fu Anle reminded weakly.

"Oh, yes, yes, Fu Anle!" Zhou Kuang slapped his forehead excitedly, "I didn't eat breakfast, and my memory has deteriorated a bit."

"Please take a look at this plan."

Fu Anle breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Zhou Kuang was not here because he had overheard them discussing the company's strategy privately.

The two followed Zhou Kuang to the leisure area next to the planning group, which was also the place where their planners liked to discuss the most.

Not only are there free snacks, but there are also drinks and coffee to drink.

(End of this chapter)