FVN Chapter 39 - 39 I Really Am a Good Boss_l
Chapter 39 - 39 I Really Am a Good Boss_l
Chapter 39: Chapter 39 I Really Am a Good Boss_l
Translator: 549690339
Fang Cheng Studio is a legitimate studio; no one would cut corners here. With that reassurance, Huang Ping settled down and got to work.
Having gained access to the computer, Huang Ping downloaded the new game, “Quiet Cultivation,” designated Pz, in the SVN repository.
As far as Huang Ping knew, there were only four people in the entire company.
There were no artists; the programming was handled by Fang Cheng, while art was outsourced. After that, Fang Cheng would apply game filters to create the game’s atmosphere.
Although Huang Ping already knew Fang Cheng’s games were well-optimized and made excellent use of filters, he was still profoundly shocked when he entered the game.
What kind of immortal filter was this!
To align with the environment and the theme of “meditation,” Fang Cheng boldly used a water-ink style filter, which infused the game’s graphics with a sense of immortality and vitality.
With wide-open eyes, he stared at the screen from the moment he entered the game, as if he had been transported to another world, witnessing majestic sights.
Wind was fluttering, clouds were rolling, and violent natural disasters appeared and disappeared with incredible speed, stripping vegetation from the ground and scattering their own flesh and bone.
But in the next moment, all things revived, flowers grew rapidly along the ground, and the previously exposed earth was instantly enveloped in greenery, returning to a scene of vibrant natural competition.
In just a few minutes, he felt the passage of time, with a sense of vicissitude that each frame could be captured and used as a screensaver.
“Holy shit...”
For those few minutes, Huang Ping stared blankly at the screen, his linguistic abilities rapidly regressing to the point where he could only repeat, “Holy shit.”
Finding it hard to come back to his senses, he gasped for air.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he looked over at Fang Cheng, who was pondering nearby, and finally understood why Xiao Douzi admired the man so much.
With such a great immortal by his side, he too would be willing to pay homage every day, just for a touch of that immortal aura.
Xiao Douzi, who was sitting nearby, watched Huang Ping’s reaction with pride and then whispered, “Try controlling the character; it’s even more exhilarating.”
Huang Ping’s eyes widened as he asked, “It gets even better?”
“Yes, and when you understand the true gameplay, it will be even more thrilling,” Xiao Douzi assured him.
At this moment, he finally rediscovered the original passion that brought him into the gaming industry, a passion that immersed him so deeply he couldn’t extricate himself.
Therefore, when Fang Cheng announced it was time to get off work and go home to enjoy life, Huang Ping immediately shouted, “Boss, I want to work overtime a little longer, you go ahead.”
“Our studio refuses unnecessary overtime, no excuses.”
“Have a heart, boss! I’ll pay for the electricity, I’ll pay for the wear and tear on the desk and chairs, just let me work overtime, please!” Huang Ping pleaded with a whine in his voice.
Facing Huang Ping’s earnest plea, Fang Cheng replied in a calm but uncompromising tone: “Sorry, it’s a matter of principle. You can take your time, I’m really not in a hurry.”
“But I am! I can’t be at peace until this game is released! Or, I can copy it and take it home, work on it slowly there.”
“Oh, you just reminded me.” Fang Cheng looked thoughtfully at Xiao Douzi, “Lately I feel the progress on the numbers is a bit ahead; it must be Xiao Douzi taking work home. According to the studio’s regulations, I’mgivingyouaday off.”
“Boss, you can’t do this to me!” Xiao Douzi cried out in protest.
“Alright, it’s happily decided then. Let’s call it a day; everyone go home.”
Forcing everyone out, Fang Cheng replenished the spiritual energy in the office’s essential oils and watered his Spirit Grass in the tea room.
Looking at the Spirit Grass that had been trimmed but was sprouting anew, Fang Cheng smiled in satisfaction.
That’s how you should treat your staff—with gentleness.
I really am a good boss.
On the other hand, Huang Ping, who had just left the company, felt an overwhelming sense of loss and finally understood why Xu Qingling and Xiao Douzi had complained about not working overtime.
Boss, by what right do you deprive me of the freedom to work overtime!
At that moment, his phone rang. After answering, his girlfriend asked with concern, “Pingping, how was your first day at work?”
“Not great.”
“Did you meet another KongKong?”
“No, the boss won’t let us work overtime.”
Staring at her phone, the girlfriend wondered if something was wrong with her soon-to-be husband.
Are you even speaking human language?