"Brother Bai, I really don't think a maid café would work."
In the lounge area, Wang Haoran reiterated this with a serious expression.
Su Bai had mostly been joking before, but hearing that, he couldn't help probing further. "Oh? Why not? Those girls have sweet voices and know how to chat. If you packaged them up, gave them anime-style personas, and had them call people Master or Onii-chan, it could be pretty fun."
"No, no, no, Brother Bai, you don't understand." Wang Haoran shook his head, his eyes carrying the conviction of a veteran shut-in. "A real-life woman, even if she puts on a maid outfit, is still just a woman wearing a maid outfit. She isn't a maid."
"They have tempers, want handbags, complain behind your back about how disgusting shut-ins are, and might be calling you Master one second, then muting the mic the next to complain to their boyfriend about some idiot customer they met today. How can that be called a maid?"
"A real maid belongs entirely to her master, body, mind, and soul! That means absolute loyalty and absolute gentleness! Such wonderful qualities only exist in anime!"
"Real-life gaming companions are, bluntly put, a service business where money and service change hands. And since it's a service business, it has to follow the rules of one—skill, efficiency, and attitude."
After giving it some thought, Wang Haoran said, "This studio should stick to the technical route. As long as we can carry the bosses to victory, that's enough. As for that suggestive stuff, I don't really know how to handle it."
Hearing that, Su Bai couldn't help feeling impressed. As expected of an immortal of gacha games. That level of clarity was truly beyond ordinary college guys.
Most people, even those successful types who considered themselves