This game is awesome

I can only say that it is worthy of being a state-backed enterprise, and this attitude deserves praise.

Everyone also felt that what Gu Lao said made sense.

This game is a bit bloody.

The World Peace Summit's grand exhibition is open to the public, and in the past many parents have brought their children to join in the fun. If the children are frightened, it would be a waste of effort.

As for the term "political correctness", they didn't even consider it.

The art world is a bit radical in itself, and the so-called "avant-garde" is even more famous. It's just a war game, it's not against the law or regulations, so it doesn't matter.

These old men are more open-minded in this regard than the senior executives of major platforms.

Everyone nodded and said:

"Forget it, let's just leave this game here"

Zuo: "Hey, take a look at this EU anti-war song. I think it's good. Is there any musician who can come and review it?"

"This song is amazing, let's put it on the third day's advertising slot. There's a piece of calligraphy by an old calligrapher over there, recommended by the Cultural Association, let's give him some face and put it on the first day's advertising slot."

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Uncle Gu looked at the bidding works and saw the "Battlefield" CD in his hand, which made him feel a little unsatisfied.

This game is kind of fun.

While his colleagues were taking a break, Uncle Gu secretly opened the CD box and inserted it into the computer's CD-ROM drive.

Hey!

Old man, I'm back again!

Gu Lao's operation was much smoother this time. He killed two people with the gun in his hand, and then was killed by a stray bullet.

The old man quickly completed the prologue and sat on the tank in the first chapter.

"Mark V! This thing is really old!"

The last time he saw this antique was in a museum in the German region of the European Union - the thing was in tatters, half of the track was gone, and it couldn't be seen in its original appearance at all.

I don't know how this company recovered...

With a bang, a shell exploded on the ground, creating a crater with a cloud of smoke.

This time the old man had a great time fighting. The tank's armor was very thick, and the game deliberately simplified the operation and reduced the damage of enemy anti-tank guns.

In the official version of the game, Gu Qingshi has provided a "simulation mode", and the threshold for driving vehicles such as tanks and airplanes will rise sharply.

The tank's gear shifting and distance measurement, the aircraft's emergency stop and turn...and these are only in the first person.

The simulation mode basically does not take gameplay into consideration and is designed for pro players and those who demand authenticity.

The overall difficulty is slightly higher than Hell on Earth and Tactical Squad, and a little lower than Armed Assault, a degenerated version of a military simulator.

But Mr. Gu will not be able to enjoy this blessing.

As it got darker, the gentlemen and ladies in the audit team drank some tea and prepared to leave work.

"Lao Gu, I've been playing for the whole afternoon, why don't you put this game in the first ad slot?"

Uncle Gu woke up instantly and turned around quickly, only to see several colleagues packing up their things and getting ready to leave.

"I just played for a while, it doesn't count!"

"I see you are quite addicted to this game."

"Stop defiling someone's innocence!"

"Haha, Lao Gu is anxious. Let me buy him a drink later."

"That won't work. If he drinks, he'll be nagged by his granddaughter."

Grandpa Gu stood up angrily and said, "I have been busy for decades and I can't have fun with something that young people do?"

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Of course, Uncle Gu was not really angry. He was just arguing with his old colleagues. After get off work, he drank a few glasses of wine and went home with a rosy face and a smile on his face.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw my eighteen-year-old granddaughter watching TV.

"Hey, Nannan, why aren't you sleeping so late?"

Gu Qingzhi was watching TV with her chin in her hand. When she saw Grandpa Gu coming in drunk, she pinched her nose and waved, "Grandpa, you're drinking again, right?"

"No no no, wheat juice."

Gu Qingzhi curled her lips. She didn't believe this nonsense.

"Our school is closed tomorrow."

It's the weekend tomorrow.

Uncle Gu patted his head. He had been so busy with the World Peace Conference these days that he was completely confused.

"Tomorrow is a holiday, my head! You are in your third year of high school and you are under a lot of pressure. I remember that a new ski resort opened this year. Why don't you go and have some fun?"

Gu Qingzhi sat on the sofa and scrolled through her phone. "I'm not going. I want to go and vote for my idol."

What the hell? Idol?

This stuff is not credible. I have seen news like "a star-chasing girl tied batteries all over her body just to light up a light board for her idol at a concert" before.

What if there is a power leakage?

so horrible!

Gu Qingzhi knew what her grandfather was thinking when she saw his constipated expression. "I don't believe in those young handsome guys. Grandpa, do you know Fanxing?"

"My Shibao is the boss of Fanxing, a genius game developer who started from scratch at the age of 18!"

What? Stars?

Uncle Gu always felt that this name was a little familiar.

Oh~ He slapped his forehead suddenly.

Isn't this the developer of Battlefield?

Chapter 81 [Miss Pei’s Melancholy]

Miss Pei is very depressed.

She had been practicing silent meditation for a week, and the employees who came and went almost thought she was mute, but she still had no realization...

Where is the epiphany you promised me?

At half past nine, Pei E walked past the Xunyin door and went straight into the Fanxing studio.

The employees who come to work nearby are no longer surprised - now everyone knows that there is a fool who gave the boss a lot of money just to visit every day.

Miss Pei passed by the first floor as usual, blinked, and found that Fanxing seemed to have hired a new receptionist.

Tang Manyan was at the front desk accepting Li Xiaomeng's instructions.

"Manwan, when you work in our Fanxing, you only need to remember four sentences!"

oh oh oh!

Tang Manyan and Miss Pei pricked up their ears at the same time.

The person in front of me is Mr. Gu’s confidant. Maybe Gu Qingshi’s development experience is contained in these few sentences?

Li Xiaomeng put her hands on her hips and said shamelessly, "Listen carefully."

"After get off work, it's as fast as the wind;"

"Work is as slow as a forest."

"Fishing, aggression like fire;"

"Sign, as still as a mountain."

Tang Manyan felt dizzy after hearing this. She felt that Director Li was not very reliable.

But if you think about it in detail, this statement seems to be quite reliable.

——At least if she could work as hard as a forest, she would not be expected to do a lot by the team leader and become a publicity drudge; if she could sign with unshakable determination, she would not be shackled by the non-compete agreement...

What good advice!

Miss Pei was surprised. These words were so philosophical. Although they were only thirty words, they summarized the psychological state of the working people.

Director Li looks silly, but I didn’t expect that he is such a master of psychology with great insight into people’s hearts!

With such an unparalleled general assisting him, it is no wonder that Mr. Gu’s studio is always full of energy.

Miss Pei looked at Li Xiaomeng with a somewhat fiery gaze.

Li Xiaomeng didn't notice, or didn't care about Miss Pei's arrival at all. She told Tang Manyan about the working hours and turned around and left.

Tang Manyan actually doesn't need to go to work at this time. After all, her working hours are from 2 to 5 pm, which is the time when tourists can enter to visit.

But in order to leave an impression on her colleagues and superiors, Tang Manyan arrived at the studio early.

But now, she finally understood why Li Xiaomeng was surprised that she came so early:

She sat down at the front desk and began to daydream.

No one came to ask her for help, everyone was busy with their own work. No tourists came to visit, and she felt bored after sitting for a while.

Sure enough, it’s time to slack off.