Chapter 409 Wonderful Life (Second Update)

Inside Fangcheng Studio.

Wang Xiaoying looked at the recent data reports and felt that she had never fought such a rich battle in her eight lifetimes.

The popularity of "Card Heroes" reached its peak after players defeated the Demon King. This kind of grand narrative method is relatively rare in games, and even fewer can do it and have broad social influence.

But "Card Heroes" is done!

There are already imitation games on the market, but this type of game requires a large player base, excellent game quality, and a glut of game content. I don’t know if they can succeed.

Thanks to this game, the sales of Fangcheng Studio's other games have also seen a further upward trend. The studio's reputation has further improved, and it will be easier to promote new games in the future.

This is the flying dragon riding on the face. It will be difficult to lose in the future.

As expected of a boss, he can easily do things that others cannot.

Not only that, the news of the player's victory actually became a hot search on Weibo, where a large number of players exchanged their thoughts, and everyone was as happy as if they were celebrating a holiday.

It's normal to think about it. After all, they were also involved in this kind of thing, and this matter can be included in this year's major events. In the future, people should continue to mention it and talk about the events they participated in back then.

Wang Xiaoying could imagine that scene.

An old man sat in front of the TV, pointed to the TV program in front of him and said: "I have an impression of this matter. I was involved in it back then. The devil was always difficult to fight, but we finally killed him. Your grandfather and I were in charge of logistics back then. , don’t think that the logistics are simple, but they are troublesome.”

After imagining it for a while, Wang Xiaoying felt that this matter could last a lifetime.

But when she was about to report the good news to Fang Cheng, she found that Fang Cheng frowned and looked unhappy.

Seeing this scene, she was immediately in awe.

The boss is the boss, and while we were about to pop the champagne to celebrate, he was already thinking about the next game.

Huang Ping also came over at this time and said to Fang Cheng: "Boss, the main plot of "Card Heroes" has ended, so how to optimize it next?"

"Let them do it themselves."

"Do you mean to let players start PVP? That's a good idea. Now that players can meet each other, it's a good idea to let them start free battles. By the way, Gao Tianyun said that card battles are an interesting idea. He already has small virtual imaging technology, are you interested in letting players play cards in reality?"

"whatever."

"Well, I understand. I will prepare for the next version. If players are allowed to play cards in reality, can the factory make arrangements?"

"OK."

"Okay, then I have submitted the order to the factory. What do you think about making a version of commemorative cards first and then drawing them to the players?"

"OK."

"I know, boss, just wait for my good news."

Watching Huang Ping leave happily, Fang Cheng sighed.

Something was wrong this time.

Accidentally, I got myself into a trap.

However, the players' operations were so good that they pushed everything to this point step by step. The result was that he couldn't help but cooperate with the player, allowing the player to deal real damage to him.

The enemy is actually myself. This is really a brand new discovery.

Sighing again, he looked at Xu Qingling beside him, and then asked: "Xu Qingling, how do you usually relax when you are in a bad mood?"

Xu Qingling wanted to say that she would appreciate her boss's photos at home, but fortunately she still had her senses, so she stopped abruptly.

Swallowing back the words that were not in line with her own image, she said to Fang Cheng: "Go to Britain to feed the pigeons. Boss, are you interested in feeding the pigeons?"

"A little bit. Thanks, I'll think about it."

Looking at Fang Cheng's frown again, Xu Qingling felt that her boss seemed to have encountered some bottleneck.

But it doesn’t matter, the boss can solve any problem!

After get off work, Fang Cheng left the studio and went to Trafalgar Square in Britain.

Sitting down on a bench in the square, he just took out a pack of spiritual grass seeds when a group of pigeons caught wind of it and gathered around him, looking hungrily at the seeds in his hand.

The instinct of animals is the most direct. They directly felt the attraction of the seeds in Fang Cheng's hand, and they looked at Fang Cheng expectantly, waiting for Fang Cheng to feed him.

"Come one at a time, don't crowd. Take one bite at a time and line up again after eating."

Then a very strange scene appeared in Trafalgar Square.

An Oriental man put the feed bag next to him, and the pigeons lined up one by one, one by one in an orderly manner. After eating, they quickly walked to the end of the queue with their food in their mouths and on their calves, and ate quickly while waiting in line. Seed in mouth.

Not long after, almost all the pigeons in the audience gathered here, forming a unique long dragon in front of Fang Cheng.

Seeing this scene, a tourist not far away looked at the feed in Fang Cheng's hand, and then said to the vendor selling feed in front of him: "I want that kind."

"I want it too." The vendor said enviously.

After feeding the full bag of feed, Fang Cheng shook the empty bag, and then said to the pigeons lining up in front of him: "No more, next time."

"Gugu..."

The pigeons scattered in despair, and Fang Cheng looked at the scattered pigeons, and then thought that this behavior seemed to have no meaning.

Feeding pigeons doesn't seem to make you feel better.

Fortunately, there was Zhiyi Tianzun beside him, so he immediately contacted Zhiyi Tianzun and asked, "What do you do when you are in a bad mood?"

At this time, Zhiyi Tianzun was watching the players play cards.

He is very fond of all competitive games, including chess, and now card games can be added to his list.

In his opinion, he has never played the game of cards, and the randomness and competitiveness in it are very good. Watching players play cards is also a good hobby.

After receiving the contact from Fang Cheng, he reluctantly looked away from the poker field, then thought for a while and said: "Communicate with other Tianzun and complain."

"...You learn very quickly, you know how to use the word "complaint".

"Advance with the times."

Fang Cheng thought for a while and vaguely remembered that he used to like to communicate.

When he first started practicing, he liked to communicate with fellow disciples, but within a few days he started communicating with senior brothers, then with master, and then with other deities.

However, after communicating for a while, everyone stopped talking. After all, what they said felt too ordinary, and they couldn't understand what they said.

After reminiscing about that time, Fang Cheng continued to ask: "So what do you mainly communicate with?"

"Some practice experience, but after becoming a Heavenly Lord, there is no way out, and then I complain about other Heavenly Lords and talk about their unique little habits. After the Great Heavenly Lord was born, I complained that the Great Heavenly Lord is really a pervert. How can people practice so fast? Is it related to his special fondness for spiritual grass... Well, Great Heavenly Lord, can you pretend you didn’t hear what I said before?”

"late."

"...I suddenly feel like I can go into seclusion, so I'm leaving first."

Zhi Yi Tianzun unilaterally broke off contact, and the other party's previous words made Fang Cheng feel that it was necessary to find time to have a good communication with Zhi Yi Tianzun.

Leaning back on the chair, Fang Cheng felt as if he was hollowed out and couldn't think of anything.

The road to ascension is really difficult.

At this moment, Fang Cheng actually felt a little bit envious of Zhi Yi Tianzun, and felt that the other person's days of complaining about others at any time every day seemed quite interesting.

This thought came up suddenly and should have gone away, but Fang Cheng immediately pulled the thought out and began to think about why he thought so.

Why do you envy other people's lives?

Sitting in the square, Fang Cheng reduced his presence to a minimum, and then began to think about the origin of this mood.

Just when Fang Cheng was thinking about the origin of this idea, he found someone walking towards him and sitting next to him.

It was already midnight, there were no tourists in the square, and the facilities to prevent homeless people had been raised. However, the staff here automatically ignored Fang Cheng, so that the bench where he was sitting would not raise the guardrail to prevent homeless people from sleeping.

The person sitting next to Fang Cheng didn't look like a homeless man, but a spirited old Chinese.

He looks to be over eighty years old, but his body looks relatively strong. He is wearing a red and black velvet shirt with a thick cloak outside.

The most eye-catching thing is the other person's eyes. One of his eyes is a prosthetic eye, and the only remaining eye is also full of turbidity, with almost no vision.

Sitting next to Fang Cheng with a pipe in his mouth, he lit the match in his hand with the sole of his shoe, then lit his pipe, sat next to Fang Cheng and smoked.

The other party couldn't see him, but the other party seemed to have an animal-like intuition that made him want to sit next to Fang Cheng.

According to practitioners, this kind of person is the type who has a special affinity with immortals. He can find the location of immortals unconsciously and obtain some kind of enlightenment.

After smoking some tobacco, the old man said in proficient Chinese: "My name is Cheng Huatian. I am an old man from China. I still remember the morning when I took the cruise ship for the first time. I was six years old at the time. My first time I got on a cruise ship and left home and my parents for the first time. My father always wanted to buy me some local oranges to eat on the way, but I just wanted him to get off quickly. I wanted to see how the white elephant man playing with snakes was doing. He hid the snake. Unfortunately, the white elephant man was not good at his craftsmanship and was killed by his own snake. I did not see the snake charmer during the rest of the trip, and I did not see my parents again in the years that followed."

"That ship was supposed to sail to Southeast Asia, where my uncle lived, and I was supposed to join him. Unfortunately, it was my first time traveling far away, and so was the captain. He lost his way and encountered an ocean current. We were a group of people on the ship. After drifting at sea for several days, we sighted land and saw something I had never seen in my life.”

"I saw the legendary Atlantis, where we were treated with great honors,"

The old man talked about his life calmly, his tone was flat, but his magnificent life experience made his story sound bizarre yet self-consistent, which made Fang Cheng feel a little interested.

Cheng Huatian didn't know that there was someone sitting next to him. He just instinctively wanted to tell his story and exchange it for a fairy fate.

"I didn't leave Atlantis until I was fifteen years old, and I was ready to go home after that. But unfortunately, the captain also left there together. I usually miss two things. One is to trust the captain. The other thing was trusting him a second time.”

"We lost our way at sea, but luckily we saw a group of flying fish. In order to escape quickly, the captain and I kept running forward on the backs of the flying fish, and finally left there."

"We have been to the Far North where Santa Claus and his band of elves are present and we had the best reception there, unfortunately my companion made a mistake and an enraged Santa Claus kicked us out, But luckily his elk didn't get angry that easily, and it happened to be Christmas."

"We mixed in with the presents and left the North Pole with Santa, and then came to Britain. There, I parted ways with the captain, and the next time I met him, he had been cursed to be the captain of a ghost ship. The bad news was The crew of that ship was very evil and always wanted to kill everyone. The good news is that his lost nature meant that they would never reach their destination. As for how we rescued him, that is a matter for later."

The old man's story is weird and bizarre, with all kinds of outrageous things happening constantly. It sounds like a fairy tale.

But the old man seemed completely immersed in his own story and couldn't extricate himself.

He told every scar on his body and how he snatched his wife back from the Snow Queen's castle.

He talked about his professional experience, the celebrities he had met, their little stories and the big adventures he went on with them.

He said that not all the Prussians surrendered at that time. Some people came to the back of the moon and established a huge base there. He and his friends arrived there with the moon cannon and wiped out all the last remnants.

He knew many heroes. He even traveled through time and space and saved many people in the past. It was not until he was old and could no longer walk that he returned to Britain and became an ordinary worker.

After telling his story, it was already broad daylight.

In the eyes of others, the old man was just sitting on a chair chattering about his story. When some people who knew the old man saw him, they politely said goodbye, talked about the weather, and then left.

To them, this strange old Chinese man was just an old man suffering from Alzheimer's disease. He often talked about imaginary things into the air. They had no idea that there was a fairy here, listening to the old man's stories.

After the old man finished speaking, Fang Cheng nodded and said, "It's a very interesting experience. Can you let me turn your experience into a game?"

Fang Cheng said this specifically to the old man.

After hearing this, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then asked hesitantly: "Is it okay? Is it really okay? I... I just hope someone can remember our story. Can it be recorded?"

"It's okay, I promise."

"Well, okay, that's okay. Thank you."

After politely saying goodbye to the old man, Fang Cheng returned to his studio.

Sitting down at his workstation, he moved his fingers and knew what he was going to do for the next game.