Hearing Wang Haoran's seemingly unintentional but sharp critique, Boss Du's eyes lit up.
These words hit the nail on the head. In fact, Boss Du knew his game had problems and had many thoughts about it, but he had never been able to express them accurately. He didn't expect Wang Haoran to critique it so precisely.
The lack of content was because they were a newly established independent studio. With so few people, their production capacity was severely lacking, which was simply unavoidable.
As for the poor visual presentation, that was a matter of money. They really couldn't afford a good artist.
"Hiss, little brother, it seems you know a lot about games... If it weren't for the fact that we can barely save ourselves right now, I would really like to invite you to join our great cause..."
A great cause?
It was indeed quite great, but Wang Haoran didn't think he was that noble. He was initially interested in this industry simply because he played a lot of games and the industry's salary level was pretty good.
Imagine if Wang Haoran joined this studio and then played Genshin in front of Boss Du...
He would probably be flamed to death.
"Looks like you guys are having a great chat." Su Bai, having taken care of his business, popped out from who-knows-where.
Perhaps Boss Du was too excited to meet someone who understood games, so he didn't notice Su Bai approaching.
He smiled a bit shyly, "Boss Su, your classmate is quite impressive. If he were to work in a game studio... he would definitely have a bright future."
"Alright, I'll take your word for it." Su Bai glanced around the office area. "Roughly how much of a funding gap does your company have?"
"If we are to follow the original plan and complete the game... we would need at least tens of millions in funding. Sigh... Where could a no-name little studio get that much investment?"
"You could find people to promote it first, like on Douyin, Bilibili, or Xiaohongshu..."
"Promotion and distribution are the most expensive parts. We can't even afford the development costs, let alone promotion." Mentioning this, Boss Du looked a bit gloomy.
Although this old boy was quite chuunibyou, he also knew that this was an era of exploding information. In other words, even the best wine needs marketing if it's hidden in a deep alley.
Practically speaking, the game had indeed garnered a small batch of fans in places like the Jiangcheng University Anime Club, but from a mainstream perspective, there were no signs of it going viral. However, this didn't mean it was any more boring than the popular games currently on the market.
In response to this, Su Bai proposed a suggestion that sounded a bit outrageous at first: "The cosplayers in our Jiangcheng University Anime Club all love playing it. Why not just let them promote it?"
"That could work... wait, no, promoting through small cosplayers costs money too!"
"You don't need to worry about the money. Including your subsequent operational and research and development costs, I'll cover it. I will invest in your studio."
"..."
Boss Du simply couldn't believe his ears.
Ever since he learned that Su Bai was going to buy this entire floor, Boss Du's perception of Su Bai had been elevated infinitely.
A young master of this caliber was truly in a class that small-time entrepreneurs like them could never reach.
Saying so suddenly that he wanted to invest in their game was indeed very unbelievable.
To this, Su Bai's explanation was very simple: "I like playing your game, and I want to play the later content, so... just treat it as me spending money to satisfy my own desires. If the game happens to become a hit later, I can even make a profit with you guys. Why not?"
"...Boss Su, you... you truly have great vision!"
After a brief moment of astonishment and disbelief, Boss Du became entirely overwhelmed with excitement. He grasped Su Bai's hand, thanking him frantically, becoming a bit incoherent.
The employees in the office also had their jaws drop, immediately falling into unexpected ecstasy.
In fact, they had already accepted the outcome of the studio going bankrupt. Life is always made up of various failures, not to mention the game industry, which is fraught with near-certain death.
Boss Du, along with the employees in the studio, had also tried to attract investment in the past, but when it came to investment, it often depended on fate.
Look, wasn't this a massive explosion of good karma, welcoming a big boss who was practically dripping with wealth...
It could only be described as a pure coincidence that among the few fans of the game, there was a cash king like Su Bai who didn't treat money as money.
"Let me invest twenty million first, and just give me a standard ten percent of the shares. Anyway, I'm not really counting on this to make money... It just so happens that I don't need to discuss buying the building today, so let's talk about our cooperation first."
The property owner was out of town, and the real estate manager would need some time to get them here... Even though they had signed a delegation agreement, for a deal of this magnitude, it was best to talk face-to-face.
So today, Su Bai's main task turned into injecting capital into the game company.
Recovering his senses, Boss Du thought for a moment and said with a serious face, "Boss Su, ten percent is too little. How could we be worth that much? We have to give you at least..."
"Hey, hey, I already said I'm not expecting to make money from this deal. In essence, this is equivalent to me paying to develop a game I like."
Su Bai refused to discuss the price with Boss Du, mainly because he was afraid it would burn his brain out.
As for Boss Du saying they didn't need that much cash at this stage, Su Bai completely ignored it as well.
If I give too little cash, who's going to make up for the missing indulgence reward?
The result was that before lunch, Su Bai swiftly signed the financing agreement with Boss Du.
Bangbang Technology instantly transformed from a game studio on the verge of bankruptcy into a worry-free studio with ten million in cash sitting in its account.
Until Su Bai and Wang Haoran left, Boss Du was still in a dizzy state.
"Oh my god, this handsome young guy is... too rich, isn't he? He really gave ten million. And why do I feel like it was a spur-of-the-moment decision? He just throws money around when he's in a good mood?"
The young lady accountant's face was flushed red, incredibly excited.
If the job here fell through, she would have to go out and look for another job. How could that be as satisfying as slacking off here?
After all, the workload of an accountant in a game studio wasn't actually that heavy.
At this moment, the faint sense of dejection and endocrine disruption that typically plagued financial industry personnel seemed to have vanished completely.
To be honest, this was the first time the accountant had seen something akin to a domineering CEO in real life.
Many seemingly glamorous high-end professionals, such as finance bros in suits and leather shoes, actually weren't as generous as one might imagine. They would likely take the receipt for a meal that cost two hundred yuan per person to get it reimbursed.
This wasn't to say that a two-hundred-yuan meal shouldn't be reimbursed; frugality is certainly a virtue, but a magnificent display of extravagance always delivers a strong psychological impact.
Another programmer quipped, "It feels like being chosen by the emperor..."
"Does that mean we can go hire an awesome artist? I see our players generally complaining about our art, saying it has too much of an AI vibe and looks cheap at first glance..."
"That's so true. I feel like our project can really turn things around!"
"Bro, I haven't resigned yet..." the artist protested weakly.

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"