Northern Myanmar: These players are acting strangely!

Chapter 97: In this battle, the penguin lost! There's more to selling in games than just music!

Ten o'clock in the morning.

After getting up and washing up, Chen Jiajun leisurely ate the breakfast that Huang Bo had brought back from downstairs in his studio.

After breakfast, I turned on my computer to get ready to work.

hum-

The phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

When he goes to sleep, Chen Jiajun habitually puts his phone on vibrate to avoid being disturbed by message ringtones.

This was obviously something I forgot to change back after I got up.

Chen Jiajun glanced at the caller ID and answered the phone.

Shen Yingying's slightly excited voice immediately came from the other end of the receiver:

"Chen Jiajun, tell me quickly, what's the deal with that song?"

Chen Jiajun was somewhat bewildered:
"Song?"

"What song is it?"

Shen Yingying said in astonishment:

"The music from the game?"

Didn't you release an update announcement yesterday?

She paused, then asked in confusion:

"Someone posted a video of the 'King of Freebies' listening to music in the game online."

"You didn't know about this?"

Chen Jiajun quickly opened the official forum and searched. Sure enough, he found a hot post on the homepage with related links attached.

He clicked on it, glanced at it, and said dismissively:
"It's just a video, isn't it?"

"It didn't even trend on social media."

"Any questions?"

Seeing that Chen Jiajun still hadn't grasped the crux of the problem, Shen Yingying bluntly stated:
"An entertainment company has taken a liking to this song and wants to buy the performance rights. They just called me to offer a price."

Chen Jiajun was slightly taken aback.

Can music be sold for copyrights?
He hadn't thought of that.

However, this is just one song; his game actually brought over the entire song library from his previous life on Earth.

If we follow this logic, if songs can be sold for copyright, then if we update games with content from previous lives, such as movies and novels, can we also sell those?

Thinking of this, Chen Jiajun seemed to see countless mountains of gold before his eyes.

Seeing that Chen Jiajun remained silent for a while, Shen Yingying spoke again on the other end of the phone:
"Hey, say something?"

What exactly do you mean by that?

"Sell it or not?"

Chen Jiajun quickly came to his senses:
"Oh, oh, the singing rights, right?"

"I have no objection, you can decide that."

"However, you can come to the studio when you have time later. I'd like to discuss some other things with you about 'The Bloody Golden Triangle'."

Shen Yingying glanced at the schedule:

"Okay, I don't have much to do today, I'll go over there in a bit."

Chen Jiajun hung up the phone and turned his attention back to the computer, opening the TIG Anti-Fraud Competition leaderboard.

I haven't paid much attention to the rankings these days.

However, thanks to its immense popularity and the viral spread of countless live stream clips, more and more users have become aware of the game "Bloody Golden Triangle".

Although Chen Jiajun strictly limited the sales of helmets, the game's popularity did not diminish at all.

On the contrary, the "hard-to-find helmet" issue generated more discussion.

Some even speculate that Seal Studios will further reduce the number of pre-registrations in the near future.

However, the authorities have not responded to these comments.

Chen Jiajun scrolls through the page.

Currently, the number of votes for "The Bloody Golden Triangle" is basically the same as the first place.

There are still more than ten days left until the voting deadline.

At the current rate of growth, it will only take two or three days for "The Bloody Golden Triangle" to top the charts.

This outcome was predictable not only by ordinary viewers but also by almost all the judges.

The gap in player votes was so large that even the final round of judges' votes had no effect.

Take Tencent, for example, whose popularity has plummeted recently.

The vote growth has basically stalled these days, dropping it from the top three to sixth place on the list.

Even if all thirty judges voted for the penguin during the judging phase, they would have no chance of turning the tide.

at the same time.

Penguin Games Division.

Supervisor Zhao Kai looked at the dismal ranking of his company's game "Mao Pian" on the computer screen and sighed helplessly.

He had personally experienced "Blood Triangle". Even as a competitor, he felt that the game had many commendable aspects.

The cutting-edge technology and wildly imaginative ideas all amazed him.

He tried to attack Seal Studio through public opinion, hoping to cause a backlash from the traffic, but his attempts not only failed but also indirectly helped the other party generate more buzz.

In this battle, the penguin lost; he was defeated.

Ever since Seal Studio announced in a recent statement that they would be restarting the classic IP project "Mao Pian," he knew that the Tencent version of "Mao Pian" was completely dead.

The decline was inevitable.

Zhao Kai sighed, turned on his computer, and opened the email he had already written.

The cursor blinked in the title bar as he slowly tapped the keyboard:

"Resignation letter from Zhao Kai, head of the game division."

the other side.

Chen Xi had already arrived downstairs at the Seal Studio.

She looked up and surveyed the somewhat old office building.

It was completely different from the impressive offices of the game companies she remembered.

Small vendors can be seen everywhere around, and there are also several empty shops that are being sublet.

This space is clearly intended for small startups that are just beginning to take off.

Chen Xi withdrew his gaze, pushed up his sunglasses, checked his mask to make sure he was completely covered, and then walked into the building.

The elevator walls were plastered with all sorts of small advertisements: rentals, massage parlors, printing services, loans...

Chen Xi raised his hand and pressed the button for the "18th" floor.

soon.

The elevator has arrived at the designated floor.

As soon as Chen Xi stepped out of the elevator, he frowned.

The layout of the corridors here is very similar to that of an old-style apartment building in a residential community.

The corridor was narrow and dimly lit, and it didn't look like a studio at all.

She found the address of the Seal Studio.

Reach out and ring the doorbell.

Five seconds later,

There was a "crunch".

The door opened.

The person who opened the door was a slightly overweight young man wearing black-rimmed glasses.

Huang Bo sized up the woman in front of him, who was wrapped up like a dumpling, and asked warily:

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

Chen Xi looked into the room and asked uncertainly:

"Excuse me, is this Seal Studio?"

Huang Bo's heart skipped a beat.

That outfit, that tone of voice...

It's not some extreme player who got angry at the game's storyline.

Are they here to assassinate Chen Jiajun?

As he hesitated about how to answer, he heard Chen Jiajun's voice behind him:

"Is that President Shen?"

What are you two doing standing at the door?

Why don't you come in?

Chen Xi peeked out and heard Chen Jiajun mention "President Shen," which basically confirmed that this was the Seal Studio.

But...didn't they say they don't lack money?

Why are you still holed up in a place like this?
Huang Bo glanced at the woman standing outside the door, and was about to speak when he saw her walk right past him and into the studio.

He quickly reached out to stop him:
"Hello, this is our office. Please leave now!"

Chen Xi seemed not to hear, his gaze fixed on Chen Jiajun sitting at the desk, and asked:

Where is your studio's General Manager Shen?

Is Shen Yingying there?

Chen Jiajun looked up, saw the unfamiliar woman, thought for a moment, and confirmed that he had no recollection of her.

But since they came to see Shen Yingying, they are very likely clients.

He just received a call from Shen Yingying this morning.

Chen Jiajun's mind raced. He waved to Huang Bo, who was still trying to stop him, stood up, and said politely:

"President Shen is on his way."

"Excuse me, who are you?"

(End of this chapter)