Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 196 Inventions are always made accidentally

The first Chinese dictionary in the history of Feilin Continent was born.

The author is Drogo.

He has achieved the accomplishment of writing books and now he is considered a serious cultural figure.

Of course, there are not many Chinese characters included in this booklet.

So its accurate name should be "500 Commonly Used Words in Advanced Spell Language".

The original plan was to have 300 words, and 300 words are more than enough for programming.

But after careful consideration, I decided to increase it to 500 to enrich the words available for variable names.

Make the variable name more accurate in meaning so that it can be used as a semi-comment.

The mages here would not do such a thing as using pinyin abbreviations as variable names.

That is pure secondary encryption.

Drogo hated all acronyms.

yyds, srds, nsdd, dddd!

I totally don't understand the purpose of this abbreviation, it's not a banned word.

In short, Drogo worked non-stop for three days and finished writing this tool book and handed it over to the development team.

If you have a good physique, you won’t be afraid of staying up late.

Only one or two of the most commonly used meanings of each word are explained to minimize the learning difficulty.

The rest of the development work basically does not require Drogo to participate much.

It all depends on the performance of all the masters.

To put it more politely, as the boss of the group, Drogo does not need to control all the details of the project.

A more accurate explanation is that Drogo's magic level is not worthy of sitting at the same table with those scroll kings.

Sitting in on their meeting brought back the feeling he had when he listened to the goblins introduce their projects.

I don't understand anything.

The goblins couldn't understand because their thoughts were jumping around and confused. What they said was too profound to comprehend.

It may not be entirely Fulin’s problem that she likes to talk about “easy to prove, easy to obtain” in her lectures.

That's how they talk in their circle.

What's even more terrifying is that they can understand each other. There is indeed a very high threshold to hang out with this group of mages.

Well, come to think of it, the reason why people like to use acronyms is because they want to artificially create barriers to entry in the circle.

Force yourself to create a different feeling for your dull and boring life.

What a cheap "unique" feeling.

Might as well bite a lighter.

Drogo, who had nothing to do for the time being, found a new hobby.

fishing.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that fishing was a very interesting activity.

Maybe it's because of my age.

When I was young, I thought fishing was a pure waste of time.

If you want to eat fish, just roar towards the water surface, and flocks of fish will float up with their bellies turned up.

Sonic attack!

Faster than pumping water.

Fishing one by one might not necessarily catch anything. Sometimes the bait used to bait the nest was more expensive than the fish. At that time, it seemed inexplicable to him.

And now, he understood.

All I want is to waste time.

Quiet, free, after a long wait, and after a thrilling confrontation, you will gain a lot of achievement.

Although most of the time there is no gain.

But it doesn't affect happiness.

The lack of catch must be due to bad luck, the wrong weather, the problem with the fishing spot, the bad bait, the poor feel of the rod, the wrong location, or the other people were too inexperienced to make the nest two centimeters higher, so the fish were fed but didn’t bite…

In short, it can't be my problem.

Drogo arrives at the seashore.

The tourism resources in Shuangta City are quite well developed, and the coastline is divided into various areas, including beaches of different prices, mudflats for sea fishing, and areas specifically for anglers.

As a wealthy dragon with a good reputation, Zhuogo must pay attention to the craftsmanship when fishing. If you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools.

First, take out the pole from the treasure chest monster. It is made of mountain copper, also called Orichalcum, and was forged by Master Simon himself.

Simon is now considered a master.

The enchantments of durability and bait fishing can probably be used forever unless it is done intentionally.

Not at all lightweight, definitely resilient.

Drogo doesn't need to be light.

The fishing line is a steel wire rope made of cold iron, so catching sharks should not be a problem.

In addition, the druids carefully analyzed the local water quality and fish conditions and developed targeted baits.

Isn't it easy to protect the explosion?

The treasure chest monster can also be used as a stool.

As soon as this set of tools was taken out, the other fishermen around were all amazed.

"What kind of fishing rod is that?"

"I don't know. It's so bright, it must be made of some gem!"

"You are stupid. What if a fishing rod made of gemstone is corroded by seawater?"

"You don't understand this, don't you? How can a rich man use the same fishing rod twice? He would definitely throw it away after fishing."

"I see. You know more..."

The sound of gossip reached Drogo's ears, and the emotional value was full of yes.

Drogo cast the rod in a dashing manner, acting like a professional.

The fish hook entered the water and three hours passed in the blink of an eye.

I didn't catch anything.

But it's not a big problem. Air force is a common occurrence for fishermen. At most, you can just pick up some seaweed and take away.

His mentality was still pretty good if there hadn't been a little kid sitting next to him.

The child was wearing large, ill-fitting clothes made of rough-looking material.

He took out a wooden stick, probably a branch he had picked up from somewhere, and simply trimmed it into shape.

The front end is tied with hemp rope fishing line, the most traditional fishing line material.

There is a fish hook hanging at the end of the line, and the bend on the hook is not smooth. It is most likely caused by oneself.

There is not even a float, so whether you catch a fish depends entirely on your feel.

The child hung a small piece of bread on the fish hook and threw it into the sea.

"Ahem." Drogo coughed, deciding to teach the kid a little lesson.

"The fish of these seas do not eat bread."

"Really?" The kid blinked and said, "I just want to give it a try. Nothing is so absolute, right?"

"Ha, but some things are so absolute. The druids have investigated the fish here, and their diet does not include..."

Before he could finish his words, the kid's fishing rod twitched and he immediately pulled the rod hard.

"You can't just pull it hard like that. You have to hold your ground with the fish first to consume its energy, otherwise the fishing line will break..."

Then a 20-centimeter yellow porgy was pulled out of the water.

Drogo's eyes widened in shock.

No, why?
Can you catch fish like this?

Is this the legendary novice protection period? Why doesn't he have it?

They were even at the same fishing spot!
Luck, it must be luck.

Next he will definitely be like me, sitting for a long time and catching nothing.

However, after the child hung the bread and cast the rod again, he caught another snapper within a few minutes.

Drogo couldn't believe his eyes.

The kid's outrageous actions continued, and before long, there were so many sea breams in his small wooden barrel that it could no longer hold any more.

Drogo didn't even care about his rod now, he just wanted to see how many bream the kid could catch.

Finally, after half an hour, he stopped.

The fish in the bucket had piled up into a small hill. The reason I stopped fishing was not because there was no room, but mainly because I had used up all the bread I brought.

The boy noticed that Drogo had been looking at him, and felt a little embarrassed. He tugged at the corner of his clothes, not knowing what to do. After hesitating for a while, he took a fish from the bucket, or to be more precise, from the bucket, and handed it to Drogo.

"for you."

"What do you mean give it to me?" Drogo was so excited that he deformed the bronze fishing rod.

"The teacher said to help those in need."

The kid's tone was very sincere, but sincerity can often cause the greatest damage.

"Actually, I don't know how to fish. I'm a novice, but fishing is not difficult at all. Don't be discouraged. Believe in yourself, and you will succeed."

“Pull the fish back!” Drogo’s little bowtie voicebox changed its voice.

"I'll catch one for you right now!"

"But I already believe you can catch it, you don't have to prove it to me." The kid said aggrievedly.

He didn't understand why the red dragon in front of him suddenly became excited.

"No, you have to watch it!"

"I'm leaving now. I need to sell all these fish and exchange them for a membership card for Drogo's Game Shop. Their discount promotion ends tonight."

Xiaohaige has been looking forward to this membership card for a long time. Becoming a member can give him priority queuing in the game store, which will make him an absolute star among his friends.

He had been saving money for this for several months, but was still short of enough, so he thought of giving fishing a try.

Hearing his words, Drogo took out a bronze membership card of the game store without saying a word.

It’s not that Drogo is stingy, a top-level Dragonscale membership card is nothing to him.

But if you give something of this value to a child who is obviously not rich, it is not a gift but a time bomb that can explode at any time. It is certain to be snatched away.

When the child saw the bronze membership card, his eyes widened.

This is a level above the card he can afford.

"I bet you that I can catch more fish than what is in this bucket within an hour. If you fail, the membership card is yours," said Drogo.

This kid must be shown his strength.

There is no way. As a game producer, I have to always keep a childlike heart.

In fantasy novels, if you don't prove it to the children, their thoughts may not be clear and their realm may plummet.

"What if you did it?" the kid asked.

"Well, if I do, next time you go fishing, if someone asks you where you learned it, just say you learned it from me."

The kid thought about it and felt that there was no loss for him. Besides, he didn't even know who the other party was. If someone asked him, he would just answer that he learned it from a strange dragon.

According to his observation just now, even if he gave the dragon a whole day, he wouldn't be able to catch a few fish, let alone an hour.

"All right, it's a deal." He held out his hand and clapped his paw with Drogo's.

Drogo cast his rod confidently, not in a hurry at all, and chatted with the child.

"Which game do you like best?" He even conducted a consumer feedback survey.

"Mario, I love Mario very much!" the child answered without hesitation.

"I can now complete Mario in 11 minutes, the fastest on our block!" he said proudly.

I didn't expect he was a speedrunner.

"Then you are really awesome."

"Not bad, the best person I know can complete the level in 10 minutes, and I caught a fish!"

While they were chatting, the float sank into the sea, and Drogo pulled the fish up with a light pull.

In the face of absolute power, there is no such thing as fishing skills.

"Why do you want to speedrun? Wouldn't it be better to try other games when you have time?" Drogo continued to ask.

Speedrunning is not something that kids would enjoy; it’s repetitive, boring, and comes with a lot of frustration.

"I don't like other games that much, and often my friends and I can only queue for one game console, and each of us has less than half an hour, so we have to play the games we are most familiar with."

It sounds miserable.

As he spoke, Drogo quietly pulled up several more fish.

"So what does your ideal game look like? Just tell me, maybe we'll make it in the future."

"My ideal..."

The child thought very seriously.

“I want a game that a lot of people can play together.”

"Then Auto Chess can be played by many people together, right?"

"It's different. Auto Chess feels very tiring and very..." He couldn't think of the right words for a moment.

"Too much pressure, too competitive?"

"Yes, that's what I mean. I want a fun game that everyone can play at the same time on one machine, so that everyone has enough time." He tried to describe it.

"Oh, party games."

"Party? Maybe."

There is no game taxonomy yet, so there is naturally no such thing as party game.

There won't be a bunch of people arguing about a game just to prove whether it is an action game, an action role-playing game, or an action adventure game.

Drogo found that he seemed to have been neglecting the party game.

It is obviously a type that is very suitable for promotion and dissemination here.

It is a very popular culture here to get together and have a party whenever there is free time, then have fun and play weird games.

Maybe it’s because Drogo, whether as a human or a dragon, is completely uninterested in party culture, even a little withdrawn, and doesn’t understand what’s so fun about it.

I don’t really like playing games with others.

But as a business dragon, you don’t need to know why someone likes it, as long as you make sure that someone likes it.

The child's words reminded him of this.

Maybe it's time for a local co-op multiplayer game.

But how do you play in a game store? Wait for a line of people to gather to start a game?

That's too weird.

Before they knew it, the fish in Drogo's fish basket were about to catch up with the kid's catch.

"Actually, what I want most is a game console that can play all kinds of games. I can buy whatever game I want to play instead of buying the machine. That way, maybe I can afford a lot of games." The kid said again.

I want it too, Drogo thought.

He has wanted to make a game console for a long time, but has never succeeded.

"That might be a bit difficult. Even if the game is stored in the magic crystal and sold separately, it cannot be triggered on the same game console because the spell formats of different games are different."

Drogo explained it to him as simply as he could.

"Then why not sell the trigger method?" the child asked back.

"What?" Drogo was a little confused.

"The game is free when it is put into the game console storage, but the trigger method needs to be purchased separately, and it can still make money."

"How can that be..." Drogo was about to retort, but after thinking about it carefully, he suddenly felt that this seemed to be a solution.

He always wanted to replicate the game console in his memory, putting the game into cartridges and selling the cartridges. This was also what was proposed in the planning proposal, causing the research and development work to come to a standstill.

You shouldn't rely too much on experience.

Allow the game console to download games, and then sell "cartridges" as props for running the games. This is cheaper than making the corresponding game consoles, and most players can afford it.

Worth a try.

"What's your name?"

"Stephen, sir."

It really is a primary school student's name.

It's a strange phenomenon among males that they may have been chatting with each other for a long time, but they actually don't know each other's names.

Drogo tossed the membership card to Stephen, "It's yours now."

"But it's not even an hour yet, sir." Stephen is still a good boy who doesn't like to take advantage of others.

"Ah, really? Let me try again," said Drogo, pulling at the rod as if there was something huge under the water.

After a brief stalemate, there was a crisp "Snap!"

Drogo's line broke, very close to his claws.

"This can't go on. What a shame. I wasn't going to lose, but you won."

Stephen then happily took the membership card.

"Sir, I have another question. How did you suddenly catch the fish?" He was curious about this for a long time.

"Hah, a secret," Drogo said mysteriously.

At the same time, under the sea, a fisherman swam quietly into the distance with several left fish in his backpack.

He didn't understand why the messenger of the Sea Mother asked him to hang fish on a small hook every once in a while. There must be some profound meaning behind it...

(End of this chapter)