Test Test

Sickness

The black Rolls-Royce started.

　　Tang Yuan put down the handbrake, both hands on the steering wheel, slowly drove out of the parking space and followed it.

　　"Two years ago, Master Shen retired, everyone thought the position of a hand would be given to one of his sons, did not expect Master Shen directly intergenerational handed to him as a grandson."

　　"When Shen Engbai came to the top, the means that is called an absolute, any threat to his position were unceremoniously driven out of the company."

　　Tang Yuan, as if she had seen his methods, tsked and sighed, " Even several of his uncles' management rights were removed, Master Shen persuaded also useless."

　　"......" Cen Yu did not say a word, silently listened to her.

　　A capitalist who kills and strategizes.

　　A completely unfamiliar Shen Engbai.

　　"By the way, weren't you an artist of Jingchen before? Haven't you met the prince of the Shen family?"

　　Jingchen Entertainment was also an industry of the Shen family.

　　A leading entertainment company in the industry, its artists can be described as starry-eyed, and it can be said that entering Jingchen is equivalent to getting a ticket to be among the top tier.

　　"......" Cen Yu lowered his eyelashes, converging the emotions in his pupils, and his tone was cold, "No."

　　"What's the itinerary after that?" She changed the subject.

　　Tang Wan followed the words down the line, "tomorrow to go to Huaiyu game to take promotional photos for the wind Hua record, after that there will be a game live, the time has not been set, how is your game experience?"

　　The "Feng Hua Record" is a game endorsement that Tang Yuan helped her to receive some time ago.

　　A national style MMORPG game, currently the most popular online game at home and abroad, support PC, mobile and cloud common game, some time ago in overseas also won a very heavy game awards, microblogging overwhelming discussion for a long time.

　　Huaiyu game is this two years suddenly rise Internet company, with a very short time, a series of seven or eight broken circle of video games, directly jumped to become the leading domestic video games.

　　"Full level up."

　　Cen Yu said, remembering that she hadn't done today's daily tasks.

　　She used the car charging cable to connect the phone to charge, and within two minutes, the phone rebooted.

　　Fingertips slid on the screen and tapped on the software icon at the very end.

　　After a short white screen and LOGO display, it entered the game.

　　Cen Yu originally did not like to play games, and even some inexplicable resistance.

　　But since she was paid for it, she should always support the game.

　　At the beginning she did not care much to play, the result is unconsciously already played half a month, as if forming a habit, every day on the game to clear the daily routine, as if tamed by the game.

　　"......" Tang Yuan was surprised to look over towards her, "so fast, it took me most of half a year before I was full level."

　　"I've never seen you play the game before, originally experiencing endorsement products was a walk in the park, I didn't expect you to play into it."

　　The evening rain unknowingly stopped, Tang Wan turned off the wiper, "Did you kryptonite?"

　　Cen Yu clicked into the recharge interface and swept a glance at the accumulated recharge amount, "Filled up some."

　　Tang Wan's afterglow glanced at a string of numbers.

　　Good guy.

　　The money for the endorsement has not yet arrived, but instead, a lot of subsidies out.

　　"I can't, if you want me to spend so much money to buy a bag, I'm willing to spend this money, but asking me to spend a penny in the game, I just can't find it acceptable."

　　Tang Wan's wrist idly on the steering wheel, "feel the game is all virtual, spend money also spent a lonely."

　　"It's okay, the game payment is the same as you spend money to watch a movie, buy the experience."

　　"The game experience will produce specific feelings. The sense of beauty, immersion, freedom, sense of achievement, many feelings that can only be obtained based on the game experience, which is one of the reasons why the game is called the ninth art."

　　Cen Yu operated the character in the game to run and jump, and spoke carelessly about the serious and serious content.

　　Tang Yuan blinked and looked at her with a rare look, "How can you play a game and feel so much, head on."

　　At that, Cen Yu seemed to realize what she had said.

　　She pursed the corners of her mouth and stopped talking.

　　These are actually not her perception out, but heard someone mention it before, did not expect to unconsciously remember to now.

　　---

　　The night was heavy, the moon was cool.

　　At night, Cen Yu tossed and turned and slept restlessly, and had a long-ago dream.

　　It was a summer day when the cicadas were chirping and she had just graduated from elementary school and was dropped off at her grandfather's house by Cen Shuqing and Lu Youshan for the summer.

　　She was lying on the coffee table in the living room, watching "Return of the Pearl" on TV while chewing on a pencil to write math problems in preparation for the placement test at the beginning of junior high school.

　　In half an hour, not a single multiple-choice question was solved.

　　It was in such a rare afternoon that Cen Yu first met Shen Engbai.

　　The unhurried knock on the door landed, and the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, with one hand in his pocket, followed in behind Elder Shen, dragging a loose step in.

　　He was tall, with crisp, dry short black hair, clear eyebrows and lazy drooping eyelids, as if he hadn't woken up.

　　A loose black T casual pants, hanging a silver chain around the neck, slightly containing the back, no a proper shape.

　　Elder Shen reached out and gave him a hard knock on his back.

　　Shen engraved white obediently straighten up the back, change a good look to call people, "Ceng grandfather good."

　　The two old men got together to laugh and be polite, praising your little granddaughter's beauty one moment and his grandson's handsomeness the next.

　　Later, it is not known where to chat, Shen Engbai was arranged by the old man Shen to teach his sister to study, they two old ones hid in the study to drink tea and play chess.

　　"Is the TV good?" The teenager propped his elbow on the coffee table and tapped his index finger bone knuckle on the desktop.

　　Cen Yu withdrew his eyes that were secretly watching the TV, buried his head in his workbook, and muttered lustily, "I'll just listen to a sound."

　　In his ear was a soft snort.

　　"Choose B."

　　"?"

　　Cen Yu looked up in confusion.

　　The corners of Shen Engbai's mouth hooked up diagonally, "Hurry up and write, finish it so you can watch TV properly."

　　For the first time, Cen Yu knew that homework could be tutored in this way.

　　She silently turned the homework book to the last spread, her voice soft and sticky, "Brother, here are the answers."

　　The little girl's big round eyes were sly.

　　Shen Engbai was stunned, raised his eyebrows and smiled even more.

　　He reached out and closed the answer, his tone lazy, "That won't work, you call this copying the answer, grandpa asked me to teach you."

　　"Choose C for the next question," he said.

　　Cen Yu: "......"

　　There's no difference between teaching and copying.

　　Originally she had to write a day's homework, in Shen Engbai's perfunctory 'serious' teaching, half an hour was finished.

　　The rest of the day was idle.

　　Cen Yu sat on the sofa, shaking her thin white legs, watching TV with great interest.

　　Shen engraved white is also happy to be at ease, no bones like sinking into the sofa, from the trouser pocket to feel the black PSV, self-consciously play up.

　　The buttons on the handle are knocking loudly.

　　In a short while, Cen Yu's attention was drawn to the past, sticking his head in the handheld in Shen Engbai's hand.

　　In the small display, the little man in silver armor carrying a long knife and dragon fight.

　　Because her eyesight is too hot, Shen Engo Bai want to ignore are difficult, "do not watch TV?"

　　Cen Yu lifted his head, "What are you playing ah?"

　　"Monster Hunter," Shen Eng Bai thought about it and used a simpler explanation, "a game."

　　Cen Yu grew up with a strict tutor, what to do and what not to do taught very clearly, the game is naturally not to play.

　　She opened her eyes as if the teenager was holding something forbidden, "But the teacher said the game is something bad."

　　It will cause people to learn to become worse and dumber, although her grades have been bad enough.

　　Hearing that, Shen Engbai frowned, as if he did not like to hear this, "Your teacher nonsense."

　　In a rare sight, he put away his cynical attitude, his dark pupils gazed at her and said extremely seriously, "Video games are the ninth art in the world."

　　In addition to painting, sculpture, architecture, music, literature, dance, theater, and film--

　　The ninth art.

　　Cen Yu stared at Shen Engbai's eyes, bright as if they were adorned with all the stars in the world, causing people to fall into the river of stars at once.

　　"......"

　　And then the teenager's face gradually blurred.

　　The vibration of the phone kept on, Cen Yu woke up from the dream, it was the assistant who came to rush her to catch up with today's shooting schedule.

　　She covered her forehead and propped herself up, her eyes weary, and stayed there, in a trance for a long time.

　　---

　　After a heavy rain, South Linn City seems to have entered autumn overnight.

　　The blue sky was like a wash.

　　The building of Huaiyu Game Company stood in the center of the city where every inch of land is gold.

　　The president's office on the top floor is decorated in a simple style, with large floor-to-ceiling glass windows and a wide view, putting other buildings underfoot.

　　Shen Engbai was flipping through the flowing reports of various game projects in the last quarter.

　　His irritation could be heard from the sound of the paper turning.

　　The assistant Chen Zeyue's heart also changed with the change of the boss's face.

　　Can climb to the position of assistant to the president, the ability to read people's minds, he keenly found that the boss today's mood is not right.

　　In the morning, the new receptionist in the president's office has no eyesight, dressed in fancy clothes, sprayed with heavy perfume to send coffee to the office.

　　I don't know which nerve touched Mr. Shen, and was directly fired.

　　Chen Zeyue inhaled his nose, the air of poor quality rose perfume smell has not yet dissipated.

　　Reminded him to be careful and careful again, do not touch the bad luck.

　　Before entering the office, Chen Zeyue repeatedly read the report three times, each project has exceeded the quarterly KPI, especially Feng Hua Record, nearly one billion in revenue, there should not be a problem.

　　Shen engraved white ten lines at a glance, swept through a series of numbers, and suddenly stopped at a certain place, "Feng Hua record and the channel's share of why is 50-50?"

　　Chen Zeyue explained: "Before the project research other companies and channels of the share, the convention is 50-50."

　　Now the domestic hand game market, very dependent on the sales of each cell phone brand channel, players in the game of each recharge, the channel will take a part.

　　Most of the time, how much and how little, is the channel business to say.

　　Because if the cell phone channels do not put the game on its application store, the game company can not even earn a penny.

　　Fifty-fifty is very black, but there is no way.

　　Like there are some small game companies, there is little say, three or seven points are there, the game company share 30%, the channel business share 70%.

　　Shen engraved white brow slightly knitted, index fingertips tapped on the report, "Who talked to the channel at that time?"

　　"Pei Hao."

　　Pei Hao was the producer of the Feng Hua Record project.

　　"Call him up."

　　Chen Zeyue answered yes, took out his phone directly, and called Pei Hao.

　　The phone beeped for a long time before someone on the other side picked up, and the background sound on the other side of the phone was noisy and disorderly, not like an office environment.

　　"Come to the president's office, the boss is looking for." Chen Zeyue covered the phone and said in a whisper.

　　Pei Hao gave a panicked 'ah', "Looking for me what is it, I'm outside the studio."

　　"What are you doing in the studio?"

　　"We hired a new spokesperson, and I went to help out in the studio to take promotional photos."

　　Chen Zeyue was obviously not fooled by him, "What does taking publicity photos have to do with you, that is not the work of the market."

　　"......" Pei Hao see was demolished, hey giggle, "ah, because this year's spokesman is my goddess well, Cen Yu you know not? A few years ago in the "Farewell" very hot."

　　He is also considered to be publicly funded star-crossing.

　　Chen Zeyue rolled his eyes, "I do not care if your goddess is Cen Yu or who, you do not come back may say goodbye to you."

　　"......"

　　Shen Engbai heard his words, lifted his eyes to look over, did not move to ask: "Pei Hao people where?"

　　"In the studio to watch the spokesperson take promotional photos." Chen Zeyue spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, not intending to cover for Pei Hao.

　　"The spokesperson is Cen Yu?"

　　Chen Zeyue nodded his head, "Yes."

　　Shen Engbai closed the folder and threw it on the solid wood table, "No need for Pei Hao to come back, I'll go find him."