Our Friendship Is Priceless, But My Bank Card Isn't

Took the high-speed rail back to Binjiang!

Shen Miaomiao was in high spirits!

This is great!

The game hasn't even taken shape yet, and an investment of 150,000 yuan has already been given away!

Actually, she originally wanted to raise the price a bit more, like giving away a million yuan directly.

But the moment that thought arose, the system warned her.

The reason was that a million yuan in entry fees far exceeded market prices and was suspected of deliberate loss-making.

Therefore, she had to settle for the next best thing and pay the game the highest market price.

But even this was very good!

Walking on the way back to the company, Shen Miaomiao held her head high, like a triumphant general!

She waved to Chu Qingzhou, who was dejected beside her!

"Sister Chuchu! Want a drink? My treat!"

At this moment, Chu Qingzhou felt like dying.

150,000 yuan!

A matter that could have been completely settled for 70,000 yuan was doubled by this young lady!

She really couldn't understand why!

Sighing softly, Chu Qingzhou nodded, looking a bit dispirited: "Okay, I'll have a cup of Snow Mango."

As she spoke, Chu Qingzhou headed towards "Chale Specialty Drinks" to the left of the office building entrance.

This was a popular drink shop that had recently opened downstairs from their company.

Although the overall price was a bit high, the taste was top-notch, and Chu Qingzhou often drank from here.

She desperately needed a cold drink to calm her temper.

However!

Before she could turn the corner!

She saw Shen Miaomiao striding confidently directly towards Snow King on the right side of the company entrance!

In no time!

Shen Miaomiao came out with two cups of lemonade, handing one to Chu Qingzhou: "Here! Lemonade! It's delicious!"

Chu Qingzhou: ???

You... are willing to spend an extra eighty thousand yuan to be a sucker... and treat me to lemonade?

"Miaomiao, is our friendship... only worth four yuan?"

As she spoke, Chu Qingzhou deliberately raised her cup and shook it:

"You can't even afford to add some coconut jelly for me?"

Chu Qingzhou looked at Shen Miaomiao with a sad expression.

Shen Miaomiao awkwardly took out her phone and showed her bank card balance to Chu Qingzhou.

Five hundred and two yuan remaining.

"Our friendship is priceless, but my bank card isn't,"

Shen Miaomiao stuck out her tongue:

"I only have 500 yuan left this month."

Yes.

Ever since Shen Miaomiao went independent, Old Shen had 'severed ties' with her.

Not only in terms of the company, apart from the 500,000 yuan in startup capital, he didn't give Golden Wind a single cent more in investment.

Even her previously carefree life came to an abrupt end, and she could only live on her salary each month.

"Then you shouldn't have spent it all!"

Seeing Shen Miaomiao's pitiable state, Chu Qingzhou mercilessly exposed her:

"Your annual salary is 500,000 yuan! Your monthly salary is 40,000 yuan!"

"The celebration banquet I treated you to earlier cost me six thousand,"

Shen Miaomiao pouted:

"I also rented an apartment myself, which costs six thousand five hundred a month, paid three months in advance, plus food, drinks, skincare, masks, water, electricity, gas, car maintenance..."

Chu Qingzhou was speechless.

Binjiang, being close to the provincial capital and the national capital, indeed had a high cost of living.

Coupled with Shen Miaomiao's upbringing as a young lady, she had no concept of spending money since childhood, living a life where everything was provided for.

As an adult with her own bank card, Shen Miaomiao spent money without a second thought. Her card always held six figures, plus a 500,000 credit limit.

Having grown up in such an environment, Shen Miaomiao, even if she was considered a "lazy fish" with few needs, certainly didn't understand frugality like ordinary people.

Thus, an awkward situation arose—she became a pauper with a fortune.

Seeing the pitiful Shen Miaomiao, Chu Qingzhou couldn't help but chuckle:

"Alright, look at you, poor thing. I'll treat you!"

However, Shen Miaomiao stopped Chu Qingzhou and held up the lemonade she had: "Let's just drink this today. It would be a waste otherwise."

Hearing this, Chu Qingzhou raised an eyebrow in surprise, then nodded:

"Old Shen's parenting style is really effective..."

At the company, Gu Sheng and the others had just finished lunch and were now handing out cigarettes.

As the saying goes, a cigarette after a meal is better than an immortal's elixir.

Exhaling wisps of smoke, Lu Bian casually asked, "By the way, Old Gu, what did Little Nezha want with you this morning?"

"The motion simulator cabin,"

Gu Sheng took a sip of his tea:

"I told her about the idea for the motion simulator cabin, and she seemed very interested. She immediately rushed off to Zhongjing with Secretary Chu, probably to negotiate with the game company."

"Huh?"

Upon hearing Gu Sheng's words, Da Jiang was very surprised:

"But Brother Sheng, didn't you say earlier that our company's current financial situation couldn't afford the research and development of a motion simulator cabin?"

"That's right,"

Gu Sheng shrugged, appearing somewhat helpless:

"But Little Nezha didn't give me much chance to explain. After hearing the plan for the motion simulator cabin, she made the decision on the spot."

In reality, Gu Sheng was a bit troubled.

Just as Da Jiang said.

He did indeed have the idea of entering the motion simulator cabin market, but not right now.

The company's financial conditions not allowing it was only one aspect.

The bigger problem he faced now was that the Emotion Points he currently had in his system did not support him in creating a high-quality horror game.

According to Gu Sheng's plan, if they wanted to establish a foothold in the motion simulator cabin market, the first product they released had to be a massive hit.

Outlast, Resident Evil, The Evil Within, Dead Space...

These were his preliminary choices.

High quality, large scope, impactful, rich in plot, and full of thrills.

But the problem was, he only had a little over 40,000 Emotion Points.

And in the system, even Outlast, the smallest in scope among these games, required over six figures in Emotion Points.

This was a huge number for Gu Sheng.

With the three games he currently had, it would be difficult to earn that amount within ten days to half a month.

After all, as time passed, players' emotions would gradually stabilize.

Although, at present, those three games were still continuously providing him with Emotion Points, their growth rate was definitely not what it used to be.

Therefore, according to his original plan, Gu Sheng wanted to release another cost-effective small game, something like "Getting Over It" or "Iwanna."

These kinds of games were the best at earning Emotion Points.

Especially "Getting Over It"—countless streamers had been driven to the brink of madness by it back in the day, and the entertainment value was explosive.

He could make a killing, and then venture into the motion simulator cabin sector, bringing out "Outlast" to carve out a path to success.

It was a perfect plan.

But who would have thought.

Plans couldn't keep up with changes.

As soon as he mentioned his intention to move towards the motion simulator cabin market, Little Nezha got all hyped up and made the decision on the spot.

This forced him to limit himself to 50,000 Emotion Points and urgently screen the horror games in the system.

What to do?

Gu Sheng leaned back in his office chair, appearing to be resting with his eyes closed, but in reality, he was selecting games from the system.

A horror version of Teletubbies?

No, too many Jumpscare elements, players are already tired of them.

Poppy Playtime?

No, the gameplay is too monotonous, players get tired easily.

Five Nights at Freddy's?

No, the scope is too small, and replayability is low.

Gu Sheng was having trouble.

Something novel, fun, and with a certain degree of replayability.

It's difficult...

As he was thinking, he heard a knock on the office door.

Knock, knock, knock—

It was Chu Qingzhou.