Chapter 528

"Xiao Li, have you finished the matching yet?"

"Minister, do you want to copy down every character's dress? Don't be so meticulous? "

"Don't worry about so much, copy it down for me. I'm going to play the game soon. You all cheer me up, story plot, picture, catchphrase or details... As long as you see something worthy of imitation, write it down. When you go home, think about it seriously. We'll be on duty on the seventh day of the year and develop new games... As long as we catch up with the time, it's our victory!"

"All right, Minister!"

In a game company of Suhua, painters are holding several boxes of "air" game boxes for analysis. From the qingkong on the cover to the character album inside, everyone is busy copying down the settings of "air". These settings will become what they need in the next game. They want to imitate He Xi's new work.

Many game companies all over China are doing the same thing. They are analyzing air, and then find out the new ideas from the analysis results. According to the usual experience, "air" will soon set off a word adventure game, a burst of hot, players after playing this game, for a long time will be endless.

Other companies who make imitations first will sell well.

"Minister, I'm going out to take a call."

"Well, Luo Mao, your work has been finished... You can have a rest."

"Thank you, minister."

Luo Mao gave a thank-you, then took the shaking mobile phone to the corridor and connected the phone: "Mom, why do you always call here, working overtime! I said I worked overtime! "

"What day is it today? Why do you have to work overtime?"

"It's really overtime. I'll go back tomorrow... Don't worry about going back for the new year, OK?" Luo Mao sighed: "the company is very busy, can you understand me?"

"I sympathize with you. Who sympathizes with me? It's true that tomorrow will be Chinese new year, and you won't have time to come back!" A voice of complaint came from across the microphone: "why did you say you had a good job hopping? It turns out that Xiao Liu, who joined the Phoenix company with you, has been on holiday for a long time. I heard that his salary has gone up, no less than you. Aren't you jumping in vain? "

Luo Mao was the painter who betrayed Phoenix company and jumped out of the game production department. Now he feels very sad when he hears about it. Phoenix company develops very fast, and raises its salary several times in a year. Now the salary of ordinary employees in the game production department is the same as that of Luo Mao after high price job hopping.

"Why is it like this..."

Luo Mao was full of disappointment, he had to jump out not only for money, but also for greater development in the text adventure game. However, the current situation is totally different. After jumping out for such a long time, let alone without great development, he even has to follow the Phoenix company and copy their new works.

Thinking that just now he was still imitating the image above with the packaging box of "air", while those of Phoenix company had already finished it, Luo Mao felt that he was a failure. Instead of standing in front of others, he fell behind them and had to pick up what they had finished to survive.

Now the text adventure game market and Luo Mao think different, it does not blossom, others are studying He Xi's game, no way of their own. Moreover, there is no end to this process. Luo Mao has no sign that anyone can surpass He Xi

"Why? Why can't you surpass him? "

There are thousands of Chinese game companies. Why is there no one who can challenge He Xi? That cartoonist has no great enthusiasm for the game. Why can he still stand at the top.

Luo Mao doesn't understand. He can't find the result. Sometimes he even thinks whether he has to follow Phoenix company all his life, pick up their finished games, and then imitate and adapt them carefully like a mouse to make "inferior products" for sale. In this way, he places his life on other people's games.

"Can the script really decide everything? I don't believe it

Luo Mao hung up his mobile phone after talking with his mother. He didn't believe He Xi was invincible. There was something to fill in the script. When he was promoted, he would invite the best novelist and write a script that could surpass He Xi to destroy the myth of the game!

"Yes, he's not a God. Now bear with him, and later surpass him." Luo Mao gritted his teeth to comfort himself, then took a few breaths and went to the department again. Anyway, now they still have to imitate. Only imitation can sell good games. Only by selling good games can we talk about the future.

However, when Luo Mao walked into the Department, he suddenly heard a burst of singing. He saw all the people in the Department standing in front of them, and the "air" game started.At the moment of hearing this song, Luo Mao's face suddenly turned pale, and endless regret swept his heart.

"Why... Ha ha... Ha ha... So it is..."

He cried and laughed, this song is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful like a soul eating butterfly, once attracted his soul in the past. Luo Mao understood that no matter how good the script is, no one can make this kind of text adventure game any more!

He Xi is unique, no one can surpass him, whether it is script, picture, or music... He is unique, irreplaceable! Others can surpass him in one way, but the game is a collection of all the elements. It's impossible to find all the elements to surpass him.

"Music, script, picture, sound actor... Everything, the acme of everything, this is He Xi's game..."

Luo Mao was dizzy. Why didn't he understand? If he had understood this earlier, if he had seen that He Xi's game could not be replaced, he would never have left Phoenix!

It's too late, too late!

At the same time, Tokyo

Xiachuan is playing games with her father in the study. When the theme song of air starts, her face turns white.

"No, impossible!" She was shocked to look at the game screen: "this is the poem of birds. The poem of birds is not like this. How can it be so beautiful?"

This song is different from the bird poem sung by Shen Jie by Xiachuan, which makes her feel that it is not the same song.

"Piano!" At this time, sitting in the back of the Xiachuan Liangzi stood up, she was surprised and said: "this is the president's piano, the president to bird's poem re music... When“

"Brother's piano..." Xiachuan cried quickly: "why does he play the piano for Shen Jie? I've never heard of it!"

Xiachuan really doesn't know about it. Even Alice and Shen Jie don't know about it. The poem of birds is beautiful. In addition, Meng Huo's piano... Xiachuan is in tears. If she had known that Meng Huo would rearrange the music for this song, she would have snatched it anyway!

With Meng Huo's soundtrack, the bird poem is more beautiful than all the previous songs of Xiachuan. She was hurt.

"I haven't been informed before." Xiachuan Liangzi shook his eyes, then sighed: "the previous song is not like this, it should be the president's temporary decision. Maybe when you re recording, the president also quietly participated in it, but... It's wonderful."

She looked at her daughter and said solemnly: "listen carefully, the truth, how terrible the president's piano is... Shen Jie's voice, she is crying..."

"Cry..."

"Yes, cry... You must hear it, it's good for your development..."

Natagawa Liangzi pressed his daughter's shoulder, Xiachuan looked at her eyes, then nodded and closed her eyes. She listened to the song carefully, and Xiachuan Liangzi went to the front and asked her husband to get out of the way. After the game OP was finished, she found the song in the song list and played it again.

For the first time, Xiachuan didn't feel much. For the second time, she seemed to have something in her mind. For the third time, the piano sound in her mind became louder. For the fifth time, Xiachuan's face turned white, and her ears were excited by the sound of the piano. The sound of the piano roared like a huge tornado, leading all the other music in the crazy rotation.

Shen Jie's voice was in the middle of the tornado, almost covered by the tornado.

It's true that Shen Jie's voice is crying, but it's not really crying. Crying is just an expression - Shen Jie's song is swept away by the piano.

The song of bird poem, originally Shen Jie's singing should be the leader standing in the center, all the music should exist for her singing. But now it's just the opposite, ordinary people can't hear it, but Xiachuan really found that the piano of this song is objectionable. It became the commander in chief, commanding all the music, including Shen Jie's songs

Shen Jie's song is covered by the charm of the piano. It perseveres so hard that it is not thrown away by the sound of the piano, and it does not lose its own color.

No, or on the contrary

"My brother is cooperating with sister Shen Jie on purpose..."

Xiachuan's real face turns white. Meng Huo's piano is cooperating with Shen Jie and other musical instruments. Now the bird poem is a perfect combination of piano and song in ordinary people's ears. However, professional musicians can understand it as soon as they listen to it. As long as the piano goes up a little bit, other soundtracks will be thrown away... Including Shen Jie's singing

"It seems that you understand, the president is terrible..." Xiachuan Liangzi stopped the replay and said sadly: "you should be glad that you are not singing this song. This song is like the president's stage, and it feels like he controls it, It's not a good thing for Shen Jie... "Xiachuan is really speechless. Meng Huo's piano is like denying Shen Jie's singing... If she were Shen Jie, she would be hit hard now.

However, Xiachuan Liangzi still has some words not to say, her back is now cold sweat.

Bird poem is not a pure piano song, it needs a band to play together, and the piano is just one of the larger instruments. But in Meng Huo's hands, the piano suddenly has aura. It not only cooperates with other musical instruments, but also controls Shen Jie's singing.

"It's terrible... If the bird poem is only accompanied by piano, how far will the president play it..."

Xiachuan Liangzi doesn't know, but she knows one thing: the poem of birds is on fire, Shen Jie is on fire... Meng Huo, it must be on fire too