Why Can’t I Play Games

Late at night.

The hustle and bustle outside the house finally quieted down.

As a college student who just graduated, Zhong Chongwen had ups and downs deep in his heart.

He tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Outside the window of the old house, there are patches of bright moonlight, but the light is so quiet and lonely, and the distance is hazy with endless mystery, and I don't know where it leads.

this day…!

He's been through a lot.

The anticipation and prospect of going to work and after work, experienced heavy blows from reality, low self-esteem and disappointment with my own physical defects...

at last……

Hearing Zhang Yang's demon-like voice again, in the abyss of despair, made his blood boil suddenly, full of fighting spirit.

Even when he thinks about it now, he still has a feeling of excitement and enthusiasm.

In fact.

People live in this world, who doesn't want to be recognized?

Who doesn't want to be respected?

"I think this is a bit like a pyramid scheme scam..." On the other side of the broken wooden bed, Zhao Hang suddenly said this sentence, and then his voice suddenly became very complicated: "If you really can't get along in Yanjing, Or I'll go..."

Zhao Hang has experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships since he was a child.

In a sense, he has maintained a vigilance towards human nature from beginning to end.

When chatting with Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang made his blood surge, and he wanted to bow his head and rush forward!

But after calming down, reason finally prevailed.

Dreams are bright, ideas are beautiful, but reality...

Zhang Yang's approach is undoubtedly an empty-handed white wolf, allowing him to talk all over the place, but there are still a few questions before them...

"He has no money, no technology, and he doesn't even know basic programming. There is no computer with a high configuration in this house. Even the mouse is not a sensor cursor, but a round mouse... We all know that this is an obsolete product!" Zhao Hang felt his brows getting deeper and deeper: "Although we graduated from college, we are not three-year-olds...an annual salary of 100,000 seems very attractive, but what does he get? Give? If he has so much money, why did he come here to apply for a job in the morning?"

"Well, it seems to be..."

"Well, let's wait for the call. I have some doubts about the phone recording now. I think this thing can be forged..."

"Um."

At this moment, Zhong Chongwen, who was originally somewhat passionate, became utterly chilled at this moment, as if being poured down by a basin of cold water.

Reality shines into all fantasies.

It was as if the dream had been shattered.

After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly felt that it was right.

They just met Zhang Yang...

Zhang Yang seemed to be honest with them.

But……

All this honesty is based on the premise that he fooled them over.

An annual salary of one hundred thousand!

Top 10 game companies in the world?

Which one is not a big pie, which one is not a fool?

He looked around the dilapidated house.

………………………………………

early morning.

When Zhang Yang got up, he saw that the room next door was empty.

Then, he saw a letter.

On this letter, it said "Sorry, after careful consideration, we plan to wait for the call over there...".

Zhang Yang's expression was suddenly dull, and then he stared at the door, silent for a long time.

Finally, he smiled with relief.

A ray of sunlight hit his face.

He was not disappointed.

He has already been mentally prepared for many things.

after all……

Why do you make them believe you?

Why should they trust you?

No matter how good the words are, no matter how well the pie is drawn, it will not change your nature of having nothing.

People have to eat!

Zhang Yang sighed helplessly, touched his flat stomach, then turned around to make instant noodles for himself first, and then thought about the next plan.

Before him, there is still a problem!

That's money!

If you have money, you can turn ghosts around, but if you don't have money...

What can you do without money?

"In this world in 2005, how can I make money?"

"In 2005, it was an embarrassing time... The Internet is still underdeveloped, there are no so-called Internet celebrities, only a bunch of non-mainstream, and there is no such thing as a traffic star, but domestic counterfeit phones are already sprouting, In the future, there will be a number of technology companies making counterfeit phones."

"The current trend is basically TV shopping. Although online shopping is available, it is not very popular."

"But these are far away from me. Even if I want to sell them, it will cost a certain amount..."

"Wen Chaogong, I can do it, but the problem is, I only remember how to sing, but I don't know how to arrange music or write lyrics..."

"Even if I write it, probably no one can beat me, and I can't touch myself..."

"In fact, I can only do one thing well for the time being, and that is to stand on the edge of the game!"

"..."

Zhang Yang pondered for a long time in the room.

Finally stood up and took a long breath.

Then I came to the table hungry, hesitated for a while, and finally took out the notebook, opened the notebook, and looked at the schedule.

"First step, make a game!"

"The second step is to sell games!"

"The third step is to make money!"

"..."

When he saw the business of making games, he narrowed his eyes and looked at planning, art, programming, operation...

These few steps.

He slowly took the steps apart.

In fact, apart from having the game knowledge of the future of the original world in his mind, and roughly knowing the trend of the next few years, he has nothing and doesn't understand anything at all.

His mood was a little lost again.

But after a long time, he looked at the words "registered company" in front of him again.

He squinted.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of determination, and the corners of his mouth showed a slight curvature.

"Just go this way!"

Then, he took out another pasted resume.

After watching for a while, a smile appeared.

…………………………………

"Sorry, it's full."

"Sorry, you go to another house to see."

"Hello, Mr. Zhong, do you have an appointment? If you don't have an appointment, please go out..."

"..."

The second day of the job fair.

Zhong Chongwen and Zhao Hang did not wait for the call.

With their last hope, they ran to those companies.

But in the end, when the sun sets, all they get is loss and disappointment.

Sitting at the gate of the big company, they looked at the crowds of people not far away...

People seem to be very busy and have their own things to do.

And they seem to be one or two different people who are not accepted by this city.

"He didn't lie to us!"

After being completely disappointed, Zhao Hang suddenly lowered his head, recalling what Zhang Yang had said to them, and...

That recording.

In the recording, every word pierced their hearts.

At this moment, he felt as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis, suffering unbearably bitterness.

As for Zhong Chongwen, he kept his head down and remained silent.

The flame in his heart has been burning, and he gritted his teeth.

"It's better...it's better, just, just, follow, follow Zhang Yang!"

That's what he thought in his heart.

but now……

He felt that he couldn't lose face if he went back like this, and Zhang Yang didn't necessarily want him.

Just when he was thinking wildly, when his mind was full of worries about gains and losses...

"The weakness of human nature is always not to hit the south wall and not look back."

"A lot of things are loss aversion..."

"Han Chuang has been studying hard for so many years. Everyone wants to have a bole to appreciate him. Everyone wants to join a big company. Only by a big company can he let himself use his hands and feet!"

"But……"

"..."

He suddenly heard a familiar voice.

He looked up sharply.

But Zhao Hang stared at one direction dully, it seemed that his eyes were very complicated.

Under the setting sun, Zhang Yang chewed gum and walked towards them step by step with a briefcase in hand.

Dressed in the brilliance of the setting sun, it seems to be exuding a trace of light.

"Do you believe it now?"

"Zhang, brother Zhang, you, why do you..."

"Oh, I'm here to register the company and interview another colleague by the way. His name is Wu Zhuang... Oh, here he is."

Then Zhang Yang turned his head and looked to the other side. A big, seemingly naive man was walking towards him step by step with his resume.

"Are you sure you want to sit here and complain about yourself, complaining about God's injustice, or get in the car with me and go back to the company to fight your last battle?"

"..."

A taxi stops by the side of the road.

Zhang Yang sat on the co-pilot and looked at the two of them...

this day.

In the evening glow all over the world.

The business license of "Universe Technology" is swinging in Zhang Yang's hands...

The two followed subconsciously...

After getting into the car, Zhao Hang's emotions were still very complicated.

For some reason, he felt that what he thought, or what he did, seemed to be guessed by the young man in front of him who was not much older than him.

"Mr. Zhang, why did you know we would be sitting here?"

"The weakness of human nature, that's it... But, now is not the time to discuss this, our company's first game plan, take a look..."

"ah?"

"..."

Zhao Hang and Zhong Chongwen received a plan.

After seeing this plan, the two of them widened their eyes!