Becoming the richest man by playing games that help cure depression

Xiang Dahai's brows furrowed, his face so dark it seemed to drip water, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Outrageous! Utterly outrageous!"

What a small world! Li Zhujian just snatched the throne from their company's action game a while ago, and now he dares to mess with their precious son.

Xiang Dahai glanced at Li Zhujian's file in the trash can, his eyes filled with malice: "You have a path to heaven but choose not to take it; you have no gate to hell but choose to throw yourself into it!"

He stared at Xiang Tianming, took a deep breath to suppress his anger: "Son, don't worry, a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan."

Doesn't he love making games and running a studio? Let's play along with him.

I'll let the entire gaming industry know that Li Zhujian is nothing but a lucky clown. Wait until he can't sell a single game, then let's see how arrogant he'll be!

A few days later, Shen Yunshi arrived at Platinum Studio carrying a stack of printed illustrations, her voice soft and gentle.

Still a little tired: "Hashirama-kun, are you satisfied with this? If not, I'll revise it."

As she spoke, she covered her mouth and yawned, revealing dark circles under her eyes that almost reached her chin.

No one knows where she got the energy from, but she finished fifteen original illustrations in just two weeks.

Li Zhu took over the illustration, looked at her tired appearance, scratched his head, and said somewhat apologetically, "You've worked hard. You must not have slept well these past two weeks, right?"

Fourteen days to complete fifteen illustrations would ruin anyone's health, but Shen Yunshi just smiled and waved her hand:

"It's alright, you're the customer. I'll definitely do what I promised you."

Li Zhujian chuckled inwardly. This girl looked gentle and easygoing, but deep down she had a stubborn streak. "Alright, I'll treat you to dinner another day as a thank you."

"Okay." Shen Yunshi agreed without even thinking.

Lu Laosan, who had come along, had his eyes light up. Once Shen Yunshi was out of sight...

He immediately pounced on Li Zhujian and grabbed his arm, winking and asking, "Brother Zhujian, tell me about it?"

Is there something fishy going on between you and School Beauty Shen?

Li Zhujian looked bewildered, pushed his hand away, and walked away: "You already said there was something fishy going on, how could I say anything?"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Old Lu jumped up and down, pointing at him and shouting, "You admitted it! That's admitting it!"

"I admit it, you big idiot!" Li Zhujian rolled his eyes and quickened his pace.

"A real man takes responsibility for his actions! Are you even a man? I'm going to ask Fang Jin!"

"Even if you ask the King of Heaven himself, there's nothing between her and me!"

"Bullshit! You just agreed to it!"

"Can you stop gossiping like an old woman? It's so annoying!"

"Hey~ Hashirama-kun, Boss Hashirama, just say something~"

"Holy shit, how disgusting! Get away from me!"

Thanks to Shen Yunshi's timely completion of the manuscript, there was less than a week left before the Tourism Expo.

PlatinumGames, led by Li Zhujian, has finally completed its first rhythm game, "A Dance of Ice and Fire".

After finishing the last test, Zhang Zhiyuan let out a long sigh of relief and slumped into his chair, saying weakly, "Finally done, it was so difficult."

Don't be fooled by the fact that this is just a small rhythm game with two little balls jumping on a grid to the beat. The graphics look simple, but there's a lot more to it than meets the eye.

Many people think that rhythm games rely on catchy songs, a catchy rhythm, or beautiful graphics, but that's not the case.

The real core lies in the details—the landing speed, the feedback from the strike, and the rhythm correction; these three points are the key.

Humans react slower than computers. When a human hears an accented word, it takes a fraction of a second for the brain to direct the fingers to move.

The time it takes for fingers to tap the keyboard to transmit signals is a significant delay, which can be fatal for rhythm games.

When Li Zhujian was making this game, he played many rhythm games on the market, and became increasingly disappointed with each one. The rhythm correction in those games was always lacking.

Even though the development team tried their best to overcome latency issues, no one thought of letting players adjust the latency themselves, or they felt that it wasn't necessary for a mini-game.

Either they ignore the difference of a fraction of a second.

Everyone is unique; all companies are trying to reach the average level, forgetting that every player is unique.

Games should be works of art in the hands of players, not mass-produced commodities.

"We have a responsibility to the players." These were the words Lee Joo-jian swore back then.

This became the driving force behind the four brothers working day and night to create a personal latency tuning system accurate to the millisecond.

The three brothers finally understood Li Zhujian—he loved to torment players and enjoy watching them get frustrated, but he never messed things up.

Instead, he eliminates all uncomfortable factors, allowing players to immerse themselves in the game with peace of mind, only to be tormented by him to the point of near death, yet unable to stop playing.

Li Zhujian and his brothers were so busy that they barely had time to breathe, debugging machines, checking procedures, and sorting out all the miscellaneous matters before the opening ceremony.

On the other side, Xiang Dahai and his son were not resting either, and were squinting as they plotted their evil schemes.

"Son, this is a secret you must keep to yourself. Don't let a word of it slip out, understand?"

Xiang Dahai clutched a hard drive and handed it to Xiang Tianming, his voice extremely low.

"This contains all the R&D data and finished products of 'Music Master.' If someone really investigates, just use this as an excuse."

He patted Xiang Tianming on the shoulder, a smug smile on his face: "If we two keep our mouths shut, who can figure out what's going on here?"

Xiang Tianming nodded firmly: "Understood!" The father and son exchanged a glance, their smiles full of calculation.

Tomorrow is the opening day of the gaming expo, the day they completely kick Li Zhujian out of the gaming industry.

"Don't worry, Dad has everything arranged." Xiang Dahai sneered sinisterly, "At this game expo, I'll make sure he doesn't sell a single game and loses all face!"

This is no exaggeration. The event, jointly organized by three universities, was ostensibly a game expo, but in reality, it was a showcase for newcomers to the gaming industry.

Major game companies are all eyeing this place; it's no exaggeration to call it a cradle for new talent.

If a designer can't sell a single game here, it's not only shameful.

They'll become a laughingstock in the entire gaming industry, and regaining their footing will be harder than climbing to heaven.

The exhibition hall of Binhai University Science and Technology Museum, spanning over a thousand square meters, was bustling with activity.

The host stood on the stage, microphone in hand, and said in a loud voice, "Dear guests and students, good morning!"

Today, one hundred outstanding young designers from three universities gathered together, along with representatives from eighteen media outlets and more than thirty chief designers from major game companies, to celebrate this grand occasion!

I hereby declare the inaugural "Smart Game Cup" University Student Game Design Expo officially open!

Applause erupted like a tidal wave, and the host continued to introduce the guests, but the guys from Platinum Studio huddled together and whispered among themselves.

Zhang Zhiyuan, clutching the booth layout plan, frowned and approached Li Zhujian: "Zhujian, our location is just awful!"

The exhibition hall is shaped like the Chinese character "回" (hui), with booths in the inner circle and passageways in the outer circle.

Unfortunately, some booths had their backs to the main entrance and were completely blocked by the booths facing the entrance.

Li Zhujian and his team's booth was unfortunately located in the innermost corner, facing north, so visitors couldn't see them at all once they entered.