Super poor omega working online

Isn't it just a live broadcast, so many issues need to be considered?

Qian Jiahe, who didn't understand at all, grinned: "I take back what I said just now, everyone eat, concentrate on eating!"

He Shuning bit his lip, although it was difficult, but 500 million was so exciting, after all he didn't even have [-].

He said softly: "I haven't learned much singing and dancing, but I can play musical instruments, such as piano, guitar, violin, and drums. I can do live broadcasts with Sanyuan, and food is fine. I can Eat, and, I learned to play games recently, can I live broadcast "Judgment Day"?"

He Shuning comforted himself: "There is no 500 million, [-] is also possible."

At least I can afford an easel when school starts.

Unexpectedly, He Shuning would fight so hard, Xia Ziluo stared at him for a while, thoughtfully: "It's not impossible, as you said."

A small dimple slowly appeared on the side of He Shuning's face, and the haze around him seemed to have dissipated.

Infected by his smile, Xia Ziluo thought for a while and said, "Well, the company will launch a new map in the future, and the publicity has not officially started in the past few days. In my opinion, it's better for you to cooperate and make a little preview on Weibo first." Hot activities, when the time comes, the company can also forward your game live broadcast."

She looked at He Shuning's fair and tender face, and her tone became more and more determined: "We promote each other, what do you think?"

Although it is a mutually beneficial thing, how does it sound weird?

He Shuning asked tentatively: "Will you give me money?"

Xia Ziluo: "Huh?"

He Shuning said embarrassingly: "I see that other people have advertising fees for publicity on Weibo. I... can I give a little too? Not too much, a little is enough."

For a company with [-] million yuan a year, the budget is still a lot.

Xia Ziluo told him a price: "According to the market price, you can probably receive around [-]."

Before the live broadcast started, there were [-]. He Shuning nodded hastily: "Yeah, I agree."

Xia Ziluo smiled half-smile: "Don't you need to think about it?"

He Shuning firmly believes that it is a fool to have money but not make money.

He smiled and said: "As an employee of Huaiqi Technology, it is my duty to cooperate with the company's publicity. How could I refuse?"

Hearing this, Xia Ziluo said slowly, "Since it's an obligation, then the fee is..."

He Shuning hurriedly made amends: "However, giving is always directly proportional to receiving. I believe that I have paid for the company. The company is so generous, and I will definitely get a lot."

Look at this little mouth that can speak well.

Xia Ziluo stopped teasing him: "Okay, I won't treat you badly."

He Shuning cheered: "Sister Luo, you are the second most beautiful person I have ever seen."

Xia Ziluo was curious: "Who is the first?"

He Shuning was full of pride: "Of course it's my mother!"

After finishing speaking, he got up with the plate, and Qian Jiahe next to him was puzzled: "What? Don't eat? You haven't eaten much yet!"

He Shuning swept away the previous gloom, and said happily: "I think the beef is delicious, so I'll ask for another one."

Xia Ziluo and Qian Jiahe glanced at each other: Uh, omega is really fickle.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, He Shuning, who planned to make money, was lying on his desk drawing sketches. He thought about it, since he didn't have drawing tools, then he would draw sketches to practice, anyway, he couldn't stop.

The phone on the table vibrated, and the group chat window prompted a new message.

[New game development report at [-]:[-] p.m. Please prepare relevant materials and arrive at the conference room on time. 】

From Assistant President.

In other words, this meeting will be presided over by the president. Secondly, when will Fu Huaiyan have an assistant?

Never seen it!

He Shuning was puzzled, looked at the neat row of 'received' on the screen, and then replied: [Received. 】

Putting down the phone, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he vaguely felt that the atmosphere in the office became uneasy.

At [-]:[-] p.m., the short prep time flies, during which the printer in the corner barely stops.

By the way, He Shuning also scanned and printed a copy of his sketch. He liked it a lot, so he planned to keep it as a draft, and then bought paint and painting tools to make a new copy for preservation.

Seeing the colleagues around him get up and walk towards the conference room with a stack of materials in their hands, He Shuning frowned and thought about it, and decided to follow the crowd.

He raised his hand and stuffed the drawing paper on the table into the empty file folder. It seemed that he had gained a lot. He nodded in satisfaction and followed everyone's footsteps beamingly.

In the huge conference room, dozens of chairs and tables had been placed in an orderly manner. He Shuning glanced at the desks and soft chairs in the middle, knowing that he had no place for him, so he consciously chose the chair and table near the door and sat down.

You can fish in troubled waters when you enter, and oil your feet when you retreat. The location is perfect.

He Shuning opened the folding table beside the chair, and just as he was about to put the folder on it, his sight was occupied by a form.

He looked up, and basically everyone had a card.

He Shuning:? ? ?

Qian Jiahe had sharp eyes, as soon as he saw him enter the door, he looked for him: "Here we come!"

He Shuning nodded, and picked up the paper on the small table: "What is this?"

Qian Jiahe explained to him: "After a while, the teams of various departments will express their ideas and opinions on the development of new games. This is the list of the leaders of each team. After they have finished speaking, we need to choose the one we think is the best for voting. Finally, Select the best and record."

Is it so democratic?

He Shuning had a question: "Then if I think one of the first group's comments is particularly good, and the other group's only one is not good, how should I choose?"

Qian Jiahe pointed to the blank space in the last column: "Here, write here, write whatever you are satisfied with, and someone will specialize in statistics later."

Meticulous innovation is one of the main reasons for the success of Huaiqi Technology.

At 58:[-] p.m., President Fu Huaiyan walked in wearing a black suit, and suddenly, a quiet needle drop could be heard in the conference room.

Afterwards, He Shuning was the first to be baptized by the eyes of the president and his lord president.

Fu Huaiyan looked at the rather thick folder in front of his desk, and raised his brows lightly: "I'm well prepared."

He Shuning pretending to be a fool: "Hehe, it's okay."

As he said that, he raised his hand and pressed the folder guiltily, in case the president checked his homework on the spur of the moment.

Fu Huaiyan didn't speak any more, and walked forward with slightly bent lips.

But the alpha assistant behind him paused: "Omega?"

He Shuning who didn't know why: "Huh? Oh, yes."

The assistant stretched out his foot and kicked his chair: "Please make way, don't get in the way."

He Shuning who didn't block the door: ...

Who is this?

Young Master He, a rookie in the workplace, endured it for the time being.

At the beginning of the meeting, President Fu cherished his words like gold, and the alpha assistant stepped forward: "According to the usual practice, after the meeting is over, everyone will hand in the record sheet. Please concentrate on the meeting process. Next, the meeting begins, and the first group will speak people……"

The game being developed by Huaiqi Technology is not a traditional confrontation game. The mode is a single fixed 5V5. Players can choose up to 9 characters. The scene is still changeable. Players need to solve puzzles or fight in their respective maps, and the time is short. side wins.

The combination of brain power and combat power is very novel for players.

If successful, Huaiqi Technology's leading position in the game industry will be more stable.

He Shuning looked at the simulated scene projected by them, all kinds of ideas and ideas were refreshing, and countless inspirations suddenly appeared in his mind, thinking about it, his hands were itchy.

At this stage, the most intelligent species in the world is human beings, but in ancient times, it was a god called Bai Ze.

Assuming that Bai Ze is anthropomorphic, the game will be covered with mysterious fantasy.

He Shuning took out a blank A4 paper from the folder, and from the first second the pen tip touched the paper, every line came alive.

In the boundless wilderness, rotten branches and dry grass are overgrown. Giant beasts with the body of a lion and the horns of a sheep leap forward, stepping across the other side of the white clouds, the sun and the moon, and become a handsome man in brocade clothes and holding a jade flute. .

After that...

"He Shuning." There was a slow and gentle voice.

He Shuning, who was addicted to painting and unable to extricate himself, remained indifferent.

Beside him, my colleague, please tug on his sleeve: "He Shuning, the CEO is calling you."

The man's jade flute was almost crooked, and He Shuning shook off his sleeve unhappily: "I'm busy, wait a minute."

In the next second, he came back to his senses: Did someone call me just now?

He Shuning raised his head, and suddenly met Fu Huaiyan's indifferent eyes. He suddenly found that the entire conference room was terribly silent, and almost everyone's eyes were on him.

Fu Huaiyan's voice was cold: "He Shuning."

He Shuning responded immediately: "Here."

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, the boss just called him, but he didn't respond, it's over.

Fu Huaiyan's voice couldn't hear emotion: "Do you have any thoughts about the game?"

At this time, if he has no idea, he will be killed, right?

He Shuning bit the bullet: "Then what, think about it, if you have it, you have it."

Fu Huaiyan nodded: "Let's listen."

Mr. President, I dare you to be prepared for my nonsense before, do you really believe it?

To be honest, I don't even know what I'm thinking.

Under everyone's gaze, He Shuning stood up tremblingly: "Actually, my idea is very simple."

His eyes fell on the small table in front of him, and the unfinished painting gave him courage: "I don't know if you have heard of the ancient Bai Ze, who can know astronomy and geography, and know the past and future. I think Bai Ze can be used as one of the characters in the game. one."

He picked up the drawing on the small table: "This is my drawing, everyone can take a look."

Ahem, affected by the size of the paper and the way of thinking, neither the beast wilderness nor the monsters had time to draw, and only characters were drawn on the whole paper.

Everyone's eyes fell on the painting that He Shuning held in his hand, the humble and humble son, unparalleled in the world.

After a while, I heard someone say:

"Why do I think this person's design looks a bit like the president."

"Hey, it's really a bit."

"Are those eyes the same? Both are phoenix eyes."

"Has the president seen this painting?"

He Shuning's heart skipped a beat, he silently turned the drawing paper to look at it, and then looked at Fu Huaiyan.

Uh, let alone, there is a little bit of resemblance.

Eyes, nose, jawline...

Really only a little bit?

He Shuning asked himself, not a little, but a large part.

Maybe it was because when he was painting, the last thing he saw was Fu Huaiyan!

After all, to avoid being caught by him, you have to hide and paint secretly.

He is simply the person he misses!

At the front of the desk, Fu Huaiyan knocked on the table, and the meeting room suddenly became quiet.

He said in a deep voice, "He Shuning, come to the front."

He Shuning laughed: "There are people in front, so it's not convenient."

Before the words were finished, the feet in front of them were neatly aligned, and there was a clear path.

He Shuning: ...

Do you want to cooperate like this!

Fu Huaiyan said again: "Come here."