"Not fixed?"
Gu Sheng frowned slightly.
This seemed to be the first time he had frowned since the meeting began.
Shen Miaomiao was overjoyed!
She had finally found a suggestion that even Gu Sheng found tricky!
"Yes,"
Shen Miaomiao nodded.
"I've noticed that in most games on the market today, equipment drops are fixed,"
"At fixed times and fixed locations, players obtain fixed equipment,"
"I think that isn't flexible enough, and there are no surprises,"
"So I was wondering whether the equipment in our game could be randomly generated?"
Randomly generated equipment?!
Lu Bian, sitting beside them, could hardly believe his ears!
What the hell kind of top-tier nonsense was this?!
Oh, so you meant players worked their asses off farming equipment, only to possibly end up getting a lousy tree branch?
Wasn't that just deliberately disgusting?!
Before she had even finished speaking, Lu Bian could no longer hold back. He opened his mouth to reject Shen Miaomiao's outrageous suggestion.
"CEO Shen, that condition is too—"
However!
Before he could finish!
Gu Sheng raised a hand and cut him off!
Then, he looked at Little Nezha, his eyes filled with astonishment.
"CEO Shen, do you mean... a Roguelike?"
Roguelike games!
They were a nonlinear genre defined by "random generation," "one-way progression," "simple visuals," and "complex systems."
Their progenitor was a game called "Rogue" from Gu Sheng's previous life.
With their extreme randomness and exhilarating experiences once a build came together, this genre had won countless devoted players in Gu Sheng's previous life.
Gu Sheng had been one of them.
But!
In this world, where game ideas were scarce, there had never been a game called "Rogue"!
Nor had there ever been so-called Roguelike games!
So!
Gu Sheng looked at Shen Miaomiao in shock.
How had she managed to describe a Roguelike game so specifically through one suggestion after another?!
Could she be a transmigrator too?!
"Uh... what like?"
The next second, Shen Miaomiao answered Gu Sheng with her actions—
She was no transmigrator. She was simply a troublemaker who wanted to make bad games.
"Roguelike? What kind of roguelike? Why are we suddenly talking about lunch?"
Gu Sheng: ...
Alright, I was overthinking it.
"It's nothing..."
Gu Sheng shook his head and let the matter pass.
"I mean, do you have any other requirements or suggestions?"
"No... I guess."
Shen Miaomiao actually wanted to say more.
But the nearly frozen atmosphere in the room wisely made her shut her mouth.
This was enough.
Too much was as bad as too little.
Shen Miaomiao told herself.
Anyway, judging from the situation so far, any one of these messy conditions was enough to ruin a game.
"Alright,"
Gu Sheng nodded, his confident expression returning, and he seemed even more assured than before.
"CEO Shen's suggestions have been truly enlightening and highly inspiring."
Shen Miaomiao shuddered inwardly.
Damn it, don't make that dangerous expression!!!
Why did it feel like you were confident you could recoup the investment in an hour?!
However, before Shen Miaomiao could think any further, Gu Sheng continued.
"Next, we should discuss this game's investment."
"CEO Shen,"
As he spoke, Gu Sheng looked at Shen Miaomiao.
"Since there is less than a month left until the Development Festival,"
"That is very tight for a polished game,"
"We will still need to seek help from Game Factory's outsourcing teams for some game assets,"
"So we may need a little more financial support."
That wasn't a problem at all!!!
Shen Miaomiao was delighted!
If he was talking about anything else, she might not be able to help, or might even make things worse.
But if he was talking about investing money—
Invest! Invest as much as possible!
"That's no problem,"
Shen Miaomiao exuded the air of a wealthy tycoon.
"How much do you need? Is five million enough?"
Pfft—
Gu Sheng had just been about to take a sip of water and nearly sprayed it out.
She thought far too highly of a Roguelike game.
Their game had neither grand set pieces nor marketing.
Even if she gave him five million, he would not know how to spend it.
"That's far too much,"
Gu Sheng waved his hands repeatedly.
"A little more than Who's Your Daddy would be enough. One hundred and thirty thousand."
"Ah—"
Shen Miaomiao pursed her lips.
"That's too little. Three hundred thousand."
"We can't use that much," Gu Sheng shook his head. "One hundred and fifty thousand."
"Two hundred thousand. You have to spend it even if you can't use it."
In the end, Shen Miaomiao made the final decision.
Da Jiang and Lu Bian beside her were both dumbfounded!
Reverse bargaining?!
What kind of move was that?!
They had seen bosses slash budgets before, but they had never seen a boss desperately pile more money onto one!
"Alright,"
Gu Sheng was not too surprised. After all, he had experienced this before. He smiled helplessly.
"Two hundred thousand. We'll try our best to find some good resources."
"Deal!"
Shen Miaomiao flashed a row of little white teeth and nodded with great satisfaction.
"Then I'll have to trouble Director Gu and you two!"
"As we should."
Gu Sheng smiled and closed his notebook.
Hmph, he was putting on quite an act.
Shen Miaomiao looked at Gu Sheng's notebook and secretly laughed.
It probably already had plenty of turtles drawn all over it!
The meeting ended, and the project began.
Shen Miaomiao paid no further attention to the notebook Gu Sheng had been constantly writing and sketching in.
Little did she know that if she had taken one more look before Gu Sheng closed it, she would not have felt so relaxed.
Because Gu Sheng had not drawn a single turtle in that notebook.
Instead, it was densely filled with Shen Miaomiao's suggestions and his own supplementary ideas.
Those notes flowed and intertwined like rushing rivers, eventually converging and condensing into six words within quotation marks...
The meeting was over!
Shen Miaomiao felt refreshed and cheerful!
At the thought of receiving two million in rebates next month, she was ecstatic!
An investment of two hundred thousand, for a return of two million!
Most importantly, those two million would all go into her own pocket!
That was right.
The reason Shen Miaomiao was so determined to lose money was, bluntly speaking, to build up her own little stash.
After all, Golden Wind was under her father's Shen's Capital.
She was merely the Chief Executive Officer, responsible for coordinating and managing operations here.
Therefore, most of the company's profits had nothing to do with her personal stash.
As reserve working capital, the profits remained in the company account and were subject to the group's oversight.
As for Shen Miaomiao, as CEO, she could only receive a portion of the cash dividends according to the rules.
And under the group's regulations, for a small unlisted company like Golden Wind that was in its "growth stage" and had "major capital expenditure plans," cash dividends could not exceed 10% of total profits.
In other words!
Suppose a game had an investment of two hundred thousand!
If Shen Miaomiao lost all of it, the system would immediately compensate her two million and distribute it to her personal account through a reasonable method.
But if Shen Miaomiao did not lose money, then sales would have to reach a terrifying twenty-two million for her to theoretically receive a reasonable dividend of two million.
Shen Miaomiao knew without even thinking that it was impossible!
At that thought, Shen Miaomiao lifted her long, straight legs onto the desk, leaned back in a comfortable position, and said,
"So, me,"
"Should just honestly be a couch potato,"
"Losing money is much easier than making it..."
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