"Who's Your Daddy"

Near noon, Chu Qingzhou finally returned to Golden Wind.

She had originally hurried back because she wanted to interview them together with Shen Miaomiao and see exactly what kind of exceptional talents Gu Sheng had recommended.

But unexpectedly—

By the time she arrived at the company, their contracts had already been signed!

Chu Qingzhou rubbed her forehead, silently lamenting Shen Miaomiao's impulsiveness.

But since things had come to this, she could only accept it helplessly.

So she decided to go meet the two of them.

They would be seeing each other every day from now on, so they ought to at least say hello.

With that in mind, Chu Qingzhou greeted Shen Miaomiao and made her way outside Gu Sheng's office.

Just as she raised her hand to knock, she heard voices coming from inside—

"I'm your daddy."

"Or maybe you can be my daddy? That would fit better."

"I don't think that's good. Who's your daddy, then?"

"You're the daddy?"

"I'm the daddy, right?"

"How about Who's Your Daddy?"

"Ah, yes, that's good. Whoever wins is the daddy. I think it works..."

Listening to the discussion inside, Chu Qingzhou froze solid at the door!

What on earth were they discussing?!

Some kind of family ethics dilemma?

Why would anyone start discussing who was whose father?!

The three of them sounded like they were ranking seniority!

What was this?

Some massive father-recognition ceremony?

Was there something wrong with their brains?

She remembered that their recruitment requirements asked for résumés, right?

Why did these three look like they had walked in carrying medical records?

For a moment!

Chu Qingzhou couldn't help questioning her life.

She even took two steps back and looked at the plaque beside Gu Sheng's office door.

Game Director's Office—Golden Wind.

That was right, wasn't it?

This was their company, not a hospital ward, was it?

After a long while, Chu Qingzhou slowly lowered the hand she had meant to use to knock. Listening to the idiotic discussion inside about who was whose father, her eyes were filled with helplessness—and even a hint of despair.

Forget it.

She had better not disturb these three patients' support group.

What if they bit her?

The company was precious, but life was worth more.

Chu Qingzhou nodded.

I'd better stay far away from these people.

What if it's contagious?

"...Then we'll call it Who's Your Daddy."

Inside the office.

After the three of them had Hotshot discussions, the new game's title was finally settled: "Who's Your Daddy."

It cleverly matched the Gameplay while also making players who experienced the game's flow unable to suppress a laugh.

"You'll handle the lead programming, Bian,"

Gu Sheng said.

"Choose the engine yourself. It doesn't need to be expensive—or rather, the more basic, the better."

"Alright,"

Lu Bian nodded, then smacked his lips.

"But why choose a basic one? Didn't Little Nezha say before that we shouldn't be afraid of spending money, and that the more expensive, the better?"

"That would make the game too high-quality, which wouldn't help the visual presentation,"

Gu Sheng said.

"You both saw the design document just now. The main selling point of this game is absurdity."

"If we use an engine with too much automation and rendering quality, the finished product's quality will be too high, which won't suit the absurdist style."

"Ah... alright." Lu Bian understood what Gu Sheng meant.

Though he had no idea why Old Gu deliberately wanted to lower the game's visual quality, since the boss had said so, all he needed to do was carry it out.

"As for Da Jiang,"

Gu Sheng continued.

"This project needs you to hold back your skills as much as possible. The dumber the models, the better."

"Have you seen those videos online like 'Titanic made after studying animation for three years' or 'Frozen made after studying animation for three years'?"

"Model it in that style."

"Huh?" That request was a little difficult for Da Jiang.

As everyone knew, asking a singer to deliberately sing off-key was much harder than teaching someone tone-deaf how to sing.

"Brother Sheng, if you want me to make the models more refined, I'm good at that, but that kind of..."

Da Jiang looked rather troubled.

"I'll... do my best to make them as trashy as possible..."

"If you don't know how, ask some useless person from your major,"

Gu Sheng waved a hand.

"Ask them how they managed to score only ten points out of a hundred on their final projects. Learn from their experience with failure."

As he said this, Gu Sheng remembered something else. "Oh, right, Da Jiang. Also, remember not to do collision detection."

"Don't do... collision detection?"

Da Jiang was a little confused.

"But if we don't create colliders for the models and run collision detection, clipping through objects will happen very easily in the game."

"Clipping through objects is exactly what I want,"

Gu Sheng said, looking at the two of them.

"Clipping bugs, collision conflicts, distorted proportions—any non-fatal crash bug you can think of, I want it. Understand?"

Ummmmmm...

Lu Bian and Da Jiang pondered for a moment, then shrugged. "Not especially moral, but we get what you mean."

"That's enough. Just get to work,"

Gu Sheng waved his hand.

"I'll handle the boss."

"That's what we were waiting to hear!"

Hearing that, Lu Bian and Da Jiang were thrilled.

If someone was volunteering to take the blame, what the hell was there to fear!

They just had to compete at being bad!

Just make it!

In the blink of an eye, two weeks passed!

Friday, seven in the evening.

Under normal circumstances, Golden Wind did not allow overtime work.

But today was the day the game was officially completed.

As the game director, Gu Sheng needed to lead his team in giving Little Nezha a project summary report and demonstration.

If there were no issues, they would arrange the launch date.

As the presenting side, Gu Sheng, Lu Bian, and Xu Dajiang arrived at the meeting room first.

"Brother Sheng, is our crappy game really going to work?"

Looking at the pitifully thin art plan before him, Xu Dajiang was full of worry.

"I think it's dicey,"

Lu Bian chimed in as he fiddled with the projector.

"Other games try their best to avoid bugs. Ours is the opposite—even if there aren't any bugs, we're making some and putting them in."

"What the hell do you two know,"

Gu Sheng curled his lip.

"These are game features, understand? Seriously... how can sparrows understand the ambitions of swans!"

"Fuck, bro, can you stop butchering idioms?"

Even Lu Bian, who had just connected the projector, was stunned.

"Our shitty game is, at best, a chicken egg. How the hell do you see a swan in it?"

Just then!

The meeting room door opened, and Little Nezha walked in, followed by her chief secretary, Chu Qingzhou.

Little Nezha seemed to be in a good mood.

After all, she had previously seen Gu Sheng's design proposal, which could be called the pinnacle of postmodern abstract art.

Shen Miaomiao was very curious just how terrible Gu Sheng's latest work would be.

After they exchanged greetings, Gu Sheng walked over to the projector and looked at Little Nezha.

"Then, President Shen, shall I begin?"

"Mm, please do, Director Gu." Shen Miaomiao nodded, signaling for Gu Sheng to start.

"Then I'll get straight to the point,"

Gu Sheng said.

"This project was ultimately titled Who's Your Daddy. The development cycle was eighteen days, and the investment cost was approximately one hundred thousand yuan."

"Of that, personnel salaries were approximately twenty-eight thousand yuan, engine costs were approximately twenty-five thousand yuan, and sound effects, UI, art, and other assets were approximately fifty thousand yuan."

"The game will sell for five yuan. It is a role-playing puzzle game, and the tentative release time is eight tomorrow evening..."