"Xiao Li, have the clothes matched?"

"Minister, do you have to copy every character's costumes and outfits? Don't you have to be so meticulous, right?"

"Don't worry about so many, I will copy them down first. I'm about to play games. You all cheer me up, storylines, pictures, catchphrases or details... As long as you see something worth imitating, you will write it down, and you will think about it carefully when you go home. You will go to work on the seventh day of the Chinese New Year and develop a new game... As long as you catch up with the time, it will be our victory!"

"Okay, Minister!"

In a game company in Su Hua, the artists were analyzing several boxes of "air" game boxes. From the blue sky on the cover to the character album inside, everyone was busy copying the settings of "air".&{}.{23}{wx}.{}These settings will become what they need for the next game, and they want to imitate He Xi's new work.

Many game companies in China are doing the same thing. They are analyzing "air" and then finding ideas for the new work from the analysis results. According to usual experience, "air" will soon make the text adventure game popular. After players finish playing this game, they will be unsatisfied for a long time.

Whoever makes imitations in other companies will be the best seller.

"Minister, I'll go out and answer a call."

"Okay, Luo Mao's work has been completed anyway...you can take a break."

"Thank you, Minister."

Luo Mao thanked me, then walked to the corridor with his vibrated cell phone and answered the phone: "Mom, why do you always call me? Work overtime! I say I'm working overtime!"

"What day is today? Why do you still have to work overtime?"

"I'm really working overtime. I will definitely go back tomorrow... I'll go back for the New Year. Don't worry, okay!" Luo Mao sighed: "The company is very busy. Can you understand me?"

"I understand you, who understands me? It's true that the Chinese New Year will be tomorrow, and you don't have time to come back!" A complaining voice came from the opposite side of the microphone: "Why did you say you did a good job change? It turned out that Xiao Liu, who entered Phoenix Company with you, had already had a holiday. I heard that his salary has increased now, not less than you. Haven't you jumped in vain?"

Luo Mao was the artist who betrayed Phoenix Company and jumped out of the game production department. Now he felt uncomfortable when he heard about this. Phoenix Company was developing very fast and raised its salary many times within a year. Now the salary of ordinary employees in the game production department is the same as that of Luo Mao after he switched jobs at a high price.

"Why did it become like this..."

Luo Mao was disappointed. He jumped from jobs not only for money, but also for greater development in text adventure games. But the situation is completely different now. After so long, not to mention that there is no great development, he even had to follow Phoenix Company to plagiarize their new works.

Thinking that he was holding the packaging box of "air" just now, but the companions of Phoenix Company had already completed it. Luo Mao felt that he was very failed. Not only did he jump out, he not only did not stand in front of others, but instead fell behind their butts. He had to pick up what they had done to survive.

The current text adventure game market is different from what Luo Mao thought. It does not bloom all over the world. Others are studying He Xi’s games and have no own path. Moreover, there is no ending in this process, and Luo Mao has no sign that anyone can surpass He Xi…

"Why is this happening? Why can't I surpass him?"

There are thousands of Chinese game companies, why doesn’t there be any one that can challenge He Xi? That cartoonist obviously doesn’t have much enthusiasm for games, so why can he still stand at the top?

Luo Mao didn't understand. He couldn't find the result. Sometimes he even wondered if he had to follow Phoenix Company for the rest of his life, pick up the finished game they had, and then carefully imitate and adapt it like a mouse, and create a "low quality product" for sale, and then put his life on other people's games.

"Can the script really decide everything? I don't believe it!"

Luo Mao hung up his phone after talking with his mother. He didn't believe that He Xi was invincible. The script could be filled. When he was promoted in the future, he must invite the best novelist, and then write a script that could surpass He Xi, which completely destroys the game myth!

"That's right, he is not a god. Just bear it now and surpass him in the future." Luo Mao gritted his teeth to comfort himself, then took a few breaths, and walked towards the department again. No matter what, they still have to imitate now. Only by imitating can they sell good games. Only by selling good games can they talk about the future.

However, when Luo Mao walked into the department, a song suddenly rang in his ears. He saw everyone in the department standing, and in front of them, the game op of "air" sounded.

The moment he heard this song, Luo Mao's face suddenly turned pale, and endless regret swept his heart.

"Why...haha...haha...so that's it..."

He cried and laughed. This song was so beautiful, so beautiful, just like a soul-devouring butterfly, which attracted his soul. Luo Mao understood that no matter how good the script was, no one could make such a text adventure game!

He Xi is unique, no one can surpass him, no matter it is script, picture, or music... He is unique and irreplaceable! Others can surpass him in one aspect, but the game is a collection of all elements. If you want to find all elements to surpass He Xi, it is impossible.

"Music, scripts, pictures, voice actors... everything, the ultimate of everything, this is He Xi's game..."

Luo Mao was dizzy, why didn't he understand it at the beginning? If he had understood this earlier, if he had seen that He Xi's game could not be replaced earlier - he would never have left Phoenix Company!

Unfortunately, it's too late now!

At the same moment, Tokyo...

Xia Chuan was playing games with her father in the study. When the theme song of "Air" sounded, her face turned pale.

"No, it's impossible!" She looked at the game screen in shock: "This is a poem about birds. The poem about birds is not like this. How can it be so beautiful!?"

This song is different from the poem about birds sung by Xia Chuan, which is so nice that she feels that it is not the same song.

"Piano!" At this time, Ryoko Natsukawa, who was sitting behind, stood up and said in surprise: "This is the president's piano. The president has re-sounded the poem "Bird's Song... When did it happen?"

"Brother's piano..." Xia Chuan was almost crying: "Why did he play the piano for Shen Jie? I've never heard of it!"

Xia Chuan really didn't know about this, even Alice, Shen Jie and others didn't know about it. The poem of Bird is beautiful, and coupled with Meng Huo's piano... Xia Chuan really burst into tears. If she had known that Meng Huo would re-sound the song, she would have to grab it no matter what!

With Meng Huo's soundtrack, the bird's poem is so beautiful that it surpasses all the songs of Xia Chuan's past, and she is injured.

"I haven't received any notice before." Ryoko Nakachuan's eyes shook, and then sighed: "The previous song was not like this. It should be the decision made by the president temporarily. Maybe it was because you were re-recording, and the president also secretly participated in the kick, but... this kick was so outstanding."

She looked at her daughter and said solemnly: "Listen carefully, it's true, how terrible the president's piano is... Chen Jie's voice, she is crying..."

"cry……"

"Yes, cry...you must hear that this is good for your development..."

Ryoko Naka Chuan held down her daughter's shoulders. Naka Chuan looked at her eyes, then nodded and closed her eyes. She listened to the song seriously, while Ryoko Naka Chuan walked to the front and asked her husband to get out of the way. After the game op was broadcast, she found the song on the playlist and started broadcasting again.

The first time, Xia Chuan really didn't feel anything. The second time, something seemed to appear in her mind. The third time, the piano sound in her mind changed... The fifth time, Xia Chuan really turned pale, and the piano sound was roaring in her ears. The sound of the piano roared like a huge tornado, leading all other soundtracks to spin wildly.

Chen Jie's voice was in the middle of the tornado, almost covered by the tornado.

Chen Jie's voice was indeed crying, but that was not really crying. Crying was just a description - Chen Jie's singing was run away by the piano scroll.

The song "Bird's Poem" originally Chen Jie's song should be the leader standing in the center, and all the soundtracks should exist for her songs. However, now it is just the opposite. Ordinary people can't hear it, but Xia Chuan really discovered that the piano of this song is the main guest. It became the commander, commanding all the soundtracks, including Chen Jie's songs...

Chen Jie's song was covered up by the charm of the piano. It insisted on it so that it was not thrown away by the sound of the piano and did not lose its own color.

No, or the contrary...

"Brother is deliberately cooperating with Sister Chen Jie..."

Xia Chuan's true face turned pale. Meng Huo's piano was in harmony with Chen Jie and other instruments. The current Bird's poem is a perfect fusion of piano and singing in ordinary people's ears. However, professional musicians can understand it at once. As long as the piano takes a little further up, other soundtracks will be thrown away...including Chen Jie's singing...

"It seems you understand. The president is terrible..." Ryoko Xia Chuan stopped to replay and said sadly: "You should be glad that you were not singing this song. This song is like the president's stage. The feeling of being controlled by him is definitely not a good thing for Chen Jie..."

Xia Chuan was speechless, Meng Huo's piano was like denying Chen Jie's singing... If she were Chen Jie, she would definitely be very hit now.

However, Ryoko Nakachuan had some things to say, and she was sweating behind her now.

The Poem of Bird is not a pure piano song. It requires a group to play together, and the piano is just an instrument with a slightly larger weight. However, in Meng Huo's hands, the piano suddenly had aura, not only cooperating with other instruments, but also controlling Chen Jie's singing.

"It's so terrible... If the Bird's Poem only has piano accompaniment, then how much will the president take it..."
Chapter completed!