Teng Hua's anger

Teng Hua was sitting in his office when Liu Nong came in. He instinctively clenched his fists.

He beckoned and asked, "How are Mini World's numbers today?"

There was a hint of excitement in his voice. Even though the game had been released and promoted ahead of schedule, he had extremely high hopes for it.

Take over Minecraft's entire market, then rake in the money.

He could already imagine how much Qisheng would make each day when that happened. Money would come rolling in like a river.

Liu Nong stood across from him, his lips slightly parted, but he said nothing. His grip on the game's backend data involuntarily tightened.

"I'm talking to you. How are the game's numbers?"

Teng Hua repeated the question in a low voice. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Liu Nong shuddered. He placed the game data summary on the desk and said quietly, "P-President Teng."

"Today's game numbers aren't... aren't very good."

With that, he fell silent. President Teng would surely fly into a rage when he saw the numbers.

Teng Hua frowned slightly, then picked up the printed pages on the desk and looked them over.

When he saw the number of downloads and the total revenue, his vision went dark and he nearly fainted.

A little over eighty thousand! They had made just over eighty thousand in total!

This was a Qisheng game! How could it have made so little?

Bam!

He slammed his palm on the desk and roared, "How is it only eighty thousand!?"

"Liu Nong, can you handle this game or not?"

"Did you even do what I told you? You have to get players to spend money! Spend money, got it!?"

"We can only make more money if the players spend it."

"You've spent all this time on it, and not even a thousand people have downloaded it. Did you even promote it properly!?"

Teng Hua pointed at Liu Nong and kept berating him. The news had made him furious.

The graphics were clearly better than Starfield's, so how had he made such a mess of it?

Starfield was now making millions, even tens of millions, a day. All that money should have belonged to Qisheng! With the game in this state, how could he not be angry?

Liu Nong didn't dare say a word as Teng Hua berated him.

What could he do? He didn't understand why players wouldn't play their game either. Their graphics were clearly better than Minecraft's.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He could only silently endure the scolding.

"I'm giving you one last week. I want to see some revenue from Mini World."

"If you can't do it, find yourself another position."

With that, Teng Hua flung the documents in his hand onto the floor.

"And find me some people to muddy Minecraft's reputation."

"A tiny company like Starfield Game Company actually thinks it can turn things around with a single game."

Liu Nong hurriedly nodded, picked the documents up from the floor, and left the office.

Teng Hua irritably opened his phone and saw some of the day's trending topics.

[Mini World or pay-to-win world? One game with countless things to pay for.]

[Compared to Minecraft, Mini World is a pile of crap.]

Teng Hua opened a related video and saw a blogger tearing into Mini World.

"Compared to Minecraft, Mini World is a pile of crap."

"Don't rush to argue with me. Just look at how many things Mini World charges for."

"It costs one yuan to unlock an item. If you want to unlock everything, it actually costs several hundred yuan."

"I want to ask, is this game even meant for us to play?"

"..."

As the video blogger went on with his critique, Teng Hua angrily grabbed his phone and smashed it onto the floor.

A bunch of paupers think they can criticize his game?

If you don't have money, don't play. Do you really think I'm begging you paupers to play?

As the trending topics spread, the friction between Mini World and Minecraft grew more intense.

Many game review bloggers praised Mini World for its graphics and big-company backing, while most players cursed Qisheng as a bunch of copycats.

The two sides were locked in a bitter argument.

Meanwhile, at Starfield Game Company.

Su Ye paid no attention to the comments online, because he had yet to play his real trump card.

Going by the time, the Minecraft Starfield Cup Building Competition should have started by now.

He took out his phone and searched a short-video app, finding some videos of buildings players had made themselves.

He opened a video at random. In it, a player had built a treehouse.

The house was built in a tree and looked as though it had become one with it.

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Su Ye looked at the player's creation and smiled.

It seemed the current crop of players wasn't grinding that hard yet. It was time to give them some motivation.

He opened Weiliao and sent Luan Le'an a message.

[Edit some footage of the Forbidden City we built earlier and post it online.]

Elsewhere.

Luan Le'an was working on the design of PUBG when he heard a notification from his phone. He picked it up and saw that it was from President Su.

After reading the message, he assigned two people to produce and edit the video.

Once that was done, he looked at the game development work on his computer and fell into thought.

Designing and developing a game was a huge undertaking. If the company hadn't hired so many university students recently, never mind this year-it would have been good to finish it by next year.

The character models and movements, such as running and crouching, were now complete, but the gun designs and damage still needed constant testing and adjustment.

The designs for dozens of guns were displayed on his computer, and he was calculating and adjusting their damage.

There was a lot of work to do, and he didn't know whether they could finish it by the end of the year.

It was already August. If they pushed themselves, three months shouldn't be a problem.

As he thought about it, he couldn't help marveling again at President Su's talent for game design. This new style of gameplay had truly opened his eyes.

The shrinking-circle mechanic in particular never ceased to amaze him.

But there was one problem they needed to solve: whether the damage from the guns should be based on reality.

If they based it on reality, a person hit by practically any gun would basically die after a while-that is, bleed out.

If they didn't, he wasn't quite sure how to design the damage.

After thinking it over, he decided to report the matter to President Su.

When he arrived at the office, Su Ye saw him and asked in surprise, "What is it?"

Luan Le'an came over and asked somewhat awkwardly, "President Su, we're working on the design for PUBG right now."

"But there's a question: should we base it on reality?"

Su Ye paused, not quite understanding what he meant.

What should be based on reality?

Luan Le'an hurriedly explained, and only then did Su Ye understand what he meant.

After listening, he fell silent and thought it over.