nycdaug Chapter 124 You've come at just the right time!
Chapter 124 You've come at just the right time!
Chapter 124 You've come at just the right time!
Jones flipped through the letters in her hand, stopping at a reply from a publisher to her husband.
Thank you for your submission. This work has not yet met our company's release standards.
"Will, they won't release your artwork."
Jones gestured with his hand to form quotation marks.
This is not the first time Will has received a rejection letter from a publisher.
Since Raid On Bungeling Bay, Will Smith has not sold any games.
He seemed to be under a spell, throwing himself headlong into urban planning.
But this concept seems to be inherently incompatible with video games.
"They don't understand! Those idiots, my God! All they want is to clear the game! Those short-sighted idiots!"
Upon hearing that his work had been rejected once again, Will seemed to have reached his breaking point and suddenly erupted in anger.
Will felt as if the world had played a trick on him.
In 83, he developed his first game, Raid On Bungeling Bay.
He thought this would be the starting point of his career, but little did he know that his nightmare would begin from that moment.
In 84, he released the game at C64.
But the speed at which piracy appeared far exceeded his expectations.
The fact that pirated floppy disks were sold for less than his own severely impacted the sales of his highly anticipated work.
He thought he was doomed, but Nintendo suddenly sent him a letter saying they hoped to port it to the NES.
On FC.
Although the results weren't particularly impressive, they still achieved sales of 50 units.
That period was the most glorious time of Will's life.
But as time went on, sales of Raid On Bungeling Bay stagnated, and Will desperately needed to develop a brand new title to earn more money to support his family.
Especially now that he has a wife by his side.
Expenses increased exponentially, but at this time his career suddenly plummeted.
Will applied his experience from "Raid on Bungeling Bay" to his new work, pushing the theory of urban dynamics to its limits.
He called this great new game "SimCity" and it runs on C64.
Then, the publisher looked at the game and asked him an absurd question: "When will this game ever end?"
End?
End the hook!
Damn it, what does "when does it end" mean in a city-building simulation game?
Are these idiots' brains all smeared with lard?
"They just want clear win/loss outcomes and levels!"
Nobody wanted to sell his game.
This is an indisputable fact.
Unless he can set up his own company like EA or Activision and sell it himself.
But he's barely able to pay his mortgage now, so where would he get the money to start a company?
Hearing Will's self-deprecating complaints, Jones suddenly lost his temper.
"I can't believe it! You actually spent a year on this—this useless electronic sandbox! What we need is money, Will! Money! Do you understand?"
"You're an idiot just like those people! It's not a useless electronic sandbox—it—"
Will's words caught in his throat. He saw Jones's tearful eyes and fell silent.
After a while, Will picked up his coat, put it on, and let out a long sigh.
"Sorry, I'm going out for some fresh air—"
Will practically fled to the door and slammed it open.
Then he froze in place.
A very familiar-looking Asian youth was standing at the door.
His hand was outstretched in mid-air, as if he was about to knock on the door.
Seeing Will staring at him, Lin Lixin smiled awkwardly and then withdrew his hand.
"Sorry, I've arrived at a bad time?"
Lin Lixin felt a chill run down his spine, wondering how incredibly unlucky he must have been to stumble upon such a family dispute.
Will's situation wasn't much better when faced with this unruly visitor.
Will felt a burning sensation on his face at the thought that he had overheard his argument with his wife.
He wiped his face, finally having a chance to take a closer look at the person in front of him.
"Excuse me, are you—NoWay—NoF**kingWay!! Are you Mr. Lin?"
This face is practically an icon of video games.
It's so distinctive.
The creator of the GAMENOVA gaming empire, the god of games!
Lin Lixin smiled slightly and nodded politely.
He glanced at Jones, who seemed somewhat flustered inside, and said to Will, "Did I come at the wrong time? I'll visit another day."
"No, no, Mr. Lin, you've come at just the right time!"
Will grabbed Lin Lixin's hand and turned to call into the house, "Honey, tidy up the house and welcome our guests."
"well!"
Jones seemed to snap out of a daze and quickly tidied up the somewhat messy living room.
"Are you...are you sure??"
Will Wright stiffly pushed up his glasses, unable to believe what he had just heard.
Jones stood there, frozen, unsure how to react.
"Yes, GAMENOVA has just completed its expansion and plans to recruit a new group of developers with innovative ideas. If Mr. Wright isn't interested, we can also provide you with startup capital, as long as you can do exclusive development for the NovaBo platform."
"No, no, no, Mr. Lin, I'm interested! I'm extremely interested!"
Will wanted to slap himself right now to confirm if he was having some weird hallucination from staying up too late lately.
"Was it a hallucination before I died suddenly? The god of games has come to take me to video game paradise?"
Will is a pure atheist. If he had to define a vague and ethereal god in his world, he would gladly give that name to Lin Lixin in front of him.
Or rather—he should be called the godfather of video games.
Just ten minutes ago, he was a maggot at the bottom of society, his career and love life both collapsing, and he was about to be swept into the garbage dump as a social parasite.
However, at this time, he had transformed himself and received an offer from GAMENOVA, the world's greatest game company!
It was Lin Lixin who personally sent the offer!
If he were told right now that everything in the past was actually a prank by GAMENOVA to test his qualifications to join, he would accept it.
Let it be suppressed; it's been praised too much.
"Mr. Lin." Will licked his lips, glancing at the C64, hesitating whether to bring it up.
He was really afraid that if Lin Lixin saw his game "SimCity", he would shut him out like other developers.
If that were the case, I would lose even the job offer I had.
But to simply shelve the work to which he had poured countless days and nights of effort was something his stubbornness as a game developer found hard to accept.
He glanced furtively at Jones.
The other person seemed to understand what he was thinking and gently shook his head, telling him to be quiet.
But their silence doesn't mean Lin Lixin is silent.
"Mr. Wright, our company is planning to develop a city-building simulation game. I found some of your ideas in Raid On Bungeling Bay very interesting, and I'm sure you'll like our proposal."
"ah???"
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