"Who's Your Daddy"

Around noon, Chu Qingzhou finally returned to Golden Wind.

She'd rushed back originally to sit in on interviews with Shen Miaomiao and see what kind of hidden gems Gu Sheng had recommended.

But she hadn't expected—

By the time she arrived at the company, the contracts were already signed!

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

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

So she decided to go meet those two.

After all, they'd be crossing paths every day from now on—she ought to at least say hello, right?

With that thought, Chu Qingzhou greeted Shen Miaomiao and made her way to the door of Gu Sheng's office.

Just as she raised her hand to knock, she heard discussion drifting from inside—

"I'm your dad."

"How about you be my dad instead? That fits better."

"I don't think that's great. Who's your dad?"

"You're the dad?"

"I'm the dad?"

"Then how about 'Who's Your Daddy'?"

"Hey, that's good. Whoever wins is the dad. I think that works..."

Listening to the discussion inside, Chu Qingzhou at the door was completely petrified!

What the hell were they talking about?!

Some kind of ethical baggage?

Why would anyone start a debate about who was whose father?!

It sounded like they were ranking seniority or something!

What was this?

A mass father-recognition ceremony?

Were they all a little brain-damaged?

She remembered that when they recruited staff, they asked for resumes, right?

How did these three look like they'd walked in with medical charts instead?

For a moment!

Chu Qingzhou couldn't help but doubt her own life.

She even took two steps back and checked the nameplate beside Gu Sheng's office door.

Game Director's Office—Golden Wind.

That's right, isn't it?

This was their company, not a hospital ward?

After a long pause, Chu Qingzhou's hand, about to knock, slowly lowered. Listening to the idiotic discussion about "who's whose father" inside, her eyes were filled with helplessness, even a hint of despair.

Forget it.

Better not disturb these three's patient support group meeting.

What if they bit someone?

The company was valuable, but life was more so.

Chu Qingzhou nodded.

She'd better stay far away from this bunch.

Afraid of catching it.

"...Then let's call it 'Who's Your Daddy'."

Inside the office.

After the three's heated discussion, the new game project's name was finally settled: "Who's Your Daddy (Whos Your Daddy)".

It cleverly fit the gameplay, and would also make players who experienced the game process crack a smile.

"I'll leave the Lead Programmer side to you, Bian,"

Gu Sheng said.

"Pick the engine yourself. No need for anything too expensive—the more basic, the better."

"Got it,"

Lu Bian nodded, then clicked his tongue.

"But why pick the beginner one? Didn't Little Nezha say before that they weren't afraid of burning money and wanted the priciest option?"

"That would make the game quality too good, which isn't good for the visual presentation,"

Gu Sheng said.

"You both saw the proposal just now. This game of ours is all about being abstract."

"If we use an engine with too much automation and rendering, the final product will end up too polished, which hurts the abstract style."

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

He didn't know why Old Gu wanted to deliberately lower the game's visual quality, but since the boss said so, he'd just follow orders.

"As for Dajiang,"

Gu Sheng continued.

"For this project, you need to hold back your skills as much as possible. Make the models as stupid-looking as you can."

"Have you seen those online videos, 'Learned animation for three years, made Titanic' or 'Learned animation for three years, made Frozen'?"

"Model them in that style."

"Huh?" This request was a bit tough for Dajiang.

As everyone knew, making a professional singer deliberately sing off-key was way harder than teaching someone who couldn't sing to carry a tune.

"Brother Sheng, if you told me to make the models refined, I'd be good at that. But that kind..."

Dajiang looked troubled.

"I'll... try my best to aim for garbage..."

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

Gu Sheng waved his hand.

"Ask them how they managed to score only 10 out of 100 on their final project. Learn from their failure experience."

At that, Gu Sheng remembered something else. "Oh right, Dajiang, also remember not to do collision detection."

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

Dajiang was a bit dazed.

"But if we don't set up collision bodies for the models and do collision detection, the game will easily clip through objects."

"I want clipping,"

Gu Sheng said, looking at the two of them.

"Clipping bugs, collision conflicts, proportion imbalances—any non-crash bug you can think of, I want it all. Understand?"

Emmmmmmm...

Lu Bian and Dajiang paused for a moment, then shrugged. "Not entirely sure, but we get what you mean."

"Good, then just do it,"

Gu Sheng waved his hand.

"I'll handle the boss."

"That's what we wanted to hear!"

Hearing that, Lu Bian and Dajiang were thrilled.

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

Just compete in being worse!

Go all out!

Two weeks flew by!

Friday night, 7 PM.

Normally, Golden Wind refused to work overtime.

But today was the day the game was officially completed.

As the Game Director, Gu Sheng needed to lead his team in a summary report and demo for President Little Nezha.

If there were no issues, they'd schedule the launch.

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

"Brother Sheng, with this crappy game of ours, will it really work?"

Looking at the pitifully thin 'art proposal' in front of him, Xu Dajiang was full of worry.

"I'm not so sure,"

Lu Bian, who was fiddling with the projector, chimed in.

"Other people's games try their best to avoid bugs, but our game here? No bugs? We'll make bugs just to have them."

"You two don't know shit,"

Gu Sheng curled his lip:

"This is called game flavor, understand? Really... 'How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan!'"

"Bro, please don't butcher idioms anymore, okay?"

Lu Bian, who had just connected the projector, was stunned:

"With our crappy game, at best it's a half-baked egg. Where the hell do you see a swan in it?"

Just as he spoke!

The meeting room door creaked open, and Little Nezha walked in, followed by Senior Secretary Chu Qingzhou.

Little Nezha seemed in good spirits.

After all, she had seen Gu Sheng's proposal earlier—a masterpiece of postmodern abstract art at its peak.

Shen Miaomiao was curious how badly Gu Sheng's latest work would turn out.

After exchanging greetings, Gu Sheng walked over to the projector and looked at Little Nezha:

"So, CEO Shen, shall I start?"

"Mm, go ahead, Director Gu." Shen Miaomiao nodded, signaling Gu Sheng to begin.

"Then I'll jump straight into the main topic,"

Gu Sheng said:

"The final name for this project is 'Who's Your Daddy,' development cycle 18 days, investment cost about 100,000 yuan,"

"Of which personnel salaries are about 28,000 yuan, engine costs about 25,000 yuan, and assets like sound effects, UI, and art about 50,000 yuan,"

"The game sells for 5 yuan, genre is role-playing puzzle game, tentative launch time is tomorrow evening at 8 o'clock..."