God-level Game Designers Start From Scaring the Crying Anchor

The chip call, in the system mall, sells for 300,000 emotional value, which seems to be so "cheap" among the special items that sell for a huge amount of money.

But there is a reason to be cheap.

Because of the use of chips to call, if the timing is not right, the intelligence work is not done well, and the final loss will be yourself.

For example, after selecting a target and calling with his chips, Xun Ze rented a huge billboard on a bustling street to promote his new game.

The target will also rent billboards for promotion. If the target spends more money, which disrupts the target's plan and causes them to lose money, then the profit is Xun Ze.

But if the target's financial resources, resources, and channels are better than Xun Ze's, then they are very likely to rent billboards for publicity on several streets or even in multiple cities at the same time.

Just imagine, when there are billboards for the target in many places, who will pay attention to Xun Ze who has only one billboard?

At that time, Xun Ze spent money, but it did not have any publicity effect. Instead, he assisted the target in a disguised form, so Xun Ze himself was the one who lost blood.

After all, you can make more money when you run out of money, and your emotional value is spent. If you want to make another wave, it is much harder than making money.

Xun Ze didn't plan to advertise, he had a better choice, and this choice, he planned a long time ago.

Taking it out now, it can not only complete the original goal, but also drag the wing net into the water to maximize the benefits.

"The Legend of Sword and Fairy is on the right track. I don't need to follow around the clock. I can take the time to complete the original soundtrack of "Cup Head"."

Thinking of this, Xun Ze dialed Lin Song's cell phone. He didn't know any orchestra in the magic capital and needed someone to help him connect.

After a ringing sound, Lin Song's grinning voice came from the phone: "Brother Xun, how are you chatting with Editor Liu?"

A question mark floated in Xun Ze's mind, and he wondered why Brother Lin's laughter sounded weird.

But he didn't think too much, but said directly: "It's okay. I have a new understanding of the situation on Yiwang's side, which confirms a lot of conjectures."

"Oh! That's good." Lin Song smiled, although he didn't know what Liu Yingshi helped Xun Ze to find out, but if it could satisfy Xun Ze, it must not be an ambiguous answer.

And even Liu Yingshi had to spend a lot of effort to find out these news, and even got in some favors.

Being able to do this for Xun Ze, the two of them still look quite entertaining.

Xun Ze didn't know, Lin Song made up so much in an instant, he then asked, "Brother Lin, I want to find an orchestra to play the music from "Cup Head" and make it into an original soundtrack, you Is there anything to introduce?"

"That's too good. My old man is the head of the orchestra. I'll take you to him!"

"That's great." Xun Ze really didn't expect that Lin Song's father was actually the head of the orchestra, which was a surprise.

In fact, it was mainly Lin Song who learned that Xun Ze was an orphan, so when he was chatting with Xun Ze, he deliberately avoided talking about his family.

Today Xun Ze took the initiative to ask, and Lin Song naturally wouldn't hide it.

Lin Song's father, Lin Dongliang, is in his 60s and fell in love with the saxophone when he was young.

He is a well-known saxophone player in Shending Domestic. Later, as he got older, his lung capacity declined, and he didn't want to give up, so he formed an orchestra named Baishou Heart Orchestra.

Taken from the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", "Old age is stronger, would rather change the heart of white head? Poor and strong, do not fall into the ambition of blue sky."

It means that although they are old, their hearts to pursue music have not decayed because of it.

Lin Dongliang has saved a lot of money for his performances for most of his life.

Although Lin Song's steampunk game platform earns not much, its income is also higher than that of most white-collar workers.

Therefore, Lin Dongliang's orchestra is not rushing to make money at all, it is equivalent to building an elderly activity center for himself.

There are many of his old friends in the orchestra, each with a few students, and while cultivating newcomers, they perform a few performances from time to time. For him, it is very satisfying.

However, Lin Dongliang, and his old friends, are quite famous in the circle, so every performance, tickets are in short supply.

So the band has never lost money since its establishment.

In the car, after hearing Lin Song introduce his father, Xun Ze gave a thumbs up and said, "Uncle Lin is amazing!"

"Indeed. Just being strict with me." Lin Song smiled wryly, as if thinking of the shadows of his childhood.

No way, Lin Dongliang originally wanted to train Lin Song as his successor, but unfortunately Lin Song doesn't have much talent in musical instruments.

Fortunately, no one in Shui Lanxing regards the game as a spiritual girl, otherwise Lin Song would have broken his leg by Lin Dongliang when he founded the steampunk game platform.

But Rao is so, every time Lin Dongliang sees Lin Song, he will get sullen.

According to what he said, he hated that iron could not become steel, how did he give birth to such a thing?

While the two were chatting, the car drove into the parking lot of the White Head Heart Orchestra.

If it wasn't for Lin Song to lead the way, Xun Ze would only regard this place as a mansion from the previous era, and would not think of the orchestra's residency.

Lin Song and the security guard at the door also knew each other for a long time, so there was no need to check anything at all. After the two exchanged a few words, Lin Song took Xun Ze and walked in unimpeded.

On the walls on both sides of the corridor, there are many photos of the orchestra performing. In the photos, the resplendent concert hall and neat and dignified dresses.

There were also a dazzling array of various musical instruments. Only then did Xun Ze believe that Lin Song did not misunderstand what he said, nor did he come to the wrong place.

A burst of music gradually came to my ears. Although it was still a bit unskilled, it was still pleasant to the ear.

Following the music, the two came to the practice room. They said it was a practice room, but it was hundreds of square meters in area. It was used to hold a small performance, and there was no problem at all. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

In the practice room, there are several young men and women, holding saxophone, clarinet, trumpet and other instruments, practicing a certain piece of music in ensemble.

There were also two elderly people sitting on the chairs, frowning while looking at the sheet music in their hands.

One of the elderly looks like Lin Song with an elderly filter, but in terms of momentum, he is much more majestic than Lin Song.

No need to guess, this person is Lin Song's father, Lin Dongliang.

"Stop!" Lin Dongliang said suddenly, causing several young people to stand on the spot as if they had been immobilized, not daring to move at all.

"Xiao Fu, you still haven't grasped the rhythm well, and the song has ups and downs. Although you try your best to save it, people will still hear it. You should..."

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I'll quickly practice this aspect." The girl called Xiaofu quickly apologized.

"Little Li..."

Lin Dongliang didn't have any fierce young people present, but logically and clearly identified everyone's shortcomings and gave corresponding solutions.

It can be seen that Lin Dongliang is not only a good saxophone player, but also a good teacher in teaching students.

It's just that Lin Dongliang said at the end, he did not forget to add a sentence: "You are all good children, but you can't waste your talents, otherwise you can only create a game platform like my unsatisfactory son, and be popular all day long. half dead."

A few young people just smiled politely, but the old man beside them laughed unabashedly.

"Dad... I'm here! Can you save me some face?" Lin Song said helplessly.

"Oh. You're here..." Lin Dongliang responded angrily, and immediately saw Xun Ze beside Lin Song, his eyes suddenly lit up.