Beautiful!
Same recipe, same flavor.
Shen Miaomiao took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring slightly like Mr. Krabs taking a deep breath while standing atop a pile of gold coins.
That was the scent of money.
The two-million investment had already far exceeded the Yiyou Platform's definition of a "small game," so it would no longer qualify for the zero-revenue-share policy.
In other words, if they wanted to recoup their costs this time—
This game would need to generate more than 2.5 million in revenue within a single week!
And after Shen Miaomiao had tested the system's limits as thoroughly as possible and squeezed down the price, Phasmophobia was priced at only 45 yuan!
Forty-five yuan per copy! 2.5 million yuan in weekly sales!
That meant they needed to sell more than 55,555 copies within a week!
Only then could they possibly recover their costs!
It seemed like—
Selling over fifty thousand copies in a single week did not sound particularly difficult.
After all, their previous title, Vampire Survivors, had sold over forty thousand copies in just one day.
But don't forget—
Vampire Survivors had achieved such terrifying sales because it had landed right in the middle of a perfect storm!
In Shen Miaomiao's words, in that situation, forget Gu Sheng—even a pig could have flown if you put it up there!
First, it had fourteen days of free playtime, giving it plenty of time to build momentum.
Second, it had been the victim of the vote-rigging incident, so it had plenty of hype.
Third, it had received Yiyou's relentless, high-intensity promotion, with unprecedented marketing support.
Finally, and most importantly—
The PC platform had a massive user base! Much larger than that of motion-sensing pods!
After all, personal computers had been developing for so many years. There were configurations and