To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Chapter 379: 232 Chapter Dao Asks Heart (One More Update)_2

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“What is the biggest pressure of working at Fang Cheng Studio?”

“Afraid of not being able to keep up, I guess. I joined the studio from ‘Quiet Cultivation,’ and back then it was okay; I could keep up with my previous experience. But now, I have to rack my brains to keep up with the boss’s pace.”

Upon reflection, Chen Rang realized that Fang Cheng Studio’s games were indeed getting bigger.

There’s beauty in size, but it poses a huge challenge for planners and programmers.

Working with a genius is like that, there’s always a new challenge, and you can never stop.

This might not be a big deal for players, but for planners, it’s not so wonderful.

After a few more questions, Chen Rang finally asked, “What is the one thing you want to say to Fang Cheng the most? You don’t have to answer this one.”

“I really want to work overtime again.”

“I wanted you to tell the truth, not to display loyalty…”

“Once a month is enough.”

“…Alright, thank you for the interview.”

After the interview concluded, Chen Rang noticed that a new person had arrived.

She was a very beautiful girl, clearly brought up in wealth yet she maintained the grace of someone from the south, like a high-collared flower.

Though she was dressed in a plain shirt, her aura was hard to conceal, making one can’t help but lament the game industry’s abundance of outstanding talents.

Of course, when it comes to cuteness, their own Mukuai was still the cutest.

The newcomer gently knocked on the door, and as Chen Rang wondered if there was someone inside, he saw a cat inside lift its head to glance at the door, then slapped the switch to open it.

Chen Rang: “…You can do that?”

The game industry truly is a place of exceptional people and spirit; even the cats have become wiser!

The cat elegantly jumped down and rubbed against Xu Qingling’s legs until she was stroked and then hopped aside to eat its cat food.

Activating the door sensor, Xu Qingling walked up to Chen Rang and smiled, “Are you reporter Chen? Sorry to have made you wait, our studio opens promptly at 9:30 AM.”

“It’s fine, we forgot to communicate ahead of time. Umm…”

“Xu Qingling.” Xu Qingling said with a smile.

“Oh, Miss Xu, may I interview you for a few questions?”

“Sure, right this way.”

After walking into the conference room and asking several standard questions, Chen Rang felt that the interviewee was really quite remarkable.

She gave off an air of a well-bred lady, yet she was lively by nature and meticulous in her work, seemingly the perfect person.

Her only slightly unprofessional request was why she was so concerned about her boss’s close-up shots?

And why did she want to work overtime too?

As other members arrived one by one, the interviews continued smoothly.

The numerical planner was talented, but seemed to have grown up on the “Fang Cheng” philosophy, even weaving in a ten-minute homage to Fang Cheng’s inspiration, which seemed too fervent.

And why did he want to work overtime too?

The gameplay planner was not yet of age, but had already become the champion of the ‘Quiet Cultivation’ fun tournament and was planning to compete in the second tournament, gaining a small name amongst the players.

As for what he wanted to say to the boss… it was about overtime as well.

The child in charge of managing peripherals was Tian Xuan, who looked no older than fourteen, but since she didn’t speak, coming out to work must have been a choice made out of necessity, and Chen Rang felt this part could be somewhat glossed over.

Although she didn’t speak, for some reason she bore an aura of divinity, making Chen Rang interviewing her feel an involuntary urge to kneel down and worship.

When asked what she wanted to say, this one finally didn’t want to do overtime but blushed and wrote “Thank you.”

The morning’s interviews finally ended, and although Chen Rang hadn’t interviewed the main person, he felt he had gained a lot.

Through the accounts of others, the image of a gaming genius was vivid on paper.

This genius, with a net worth in the hundreds of millions, never indulged in luxury and aimed for perfect treatment of his employees. The fact that they almost never had to do overtime could be seen as a model in the industry, and the games produced had the charm of electronic succubi.

And their boss was pure at heart, spending his days doing nothing but creating games, truly living by the principle that gaming was his life’s mission, a man with a high pursuit of gaming.

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Indeed, Fang Cheng is truly outstanding.

Yet, when Chen Rang saw him in person, he still felt quite shocked.

He was even more handsome than imagined, and being by his side, a naturally tranquil feeling arose spontaneously, turning an ordinary rest room into a bamboo forest, where everything seemed to slow down.

Huang Ping and the others must have gotten used to it, but for outsiders seeing Fang Cheng, thoughts of the Dao naturally resounded, feeling the echoes of the great Dao.

Seeing Chen Rang’s reaction, Fang Cheng added another layer of concealment to himself.

In the recent past, as he worked on games, a bit of his Taoist Heart was restored, and the rhythm of his inner Dao began to overflow, making it even easier for outsiders to be awed.

After masking his own Dao rhythm, Fang Cheng coughed lightly and then asked, “Mr. Chen…”

“I’m so sorry!”

Chen Rang, as if awoken from a dream, hastily apologized, and the interview today was finally about to start.

Although he had prepared a script and many questions, when he faced Fang Cheng, he found himself unable to ask them.

He could enquire about the other’s journey of the heart, or ask about the difficulties encountered when making games.

He could ask why he spent a substantial sum to confront Druid Entertainment head-on, or inquire about the source of his many inspirations.

But having interviewed so many people, Chen Rang ultimately felt there was only one question he wanted to ask.

“Mr. Fang, what do games mean to you?”

This question caught Fang Cheng off guard.

Looking at Chen Rang, Fang Cheng realized that Chen didn’t even seem aware of why he asked this question, but Fang Cheng understood.

It was a test of the heart.

Everyone’s actions and thoughts invisibly accumulate and ultimately resonate, then return to oneself.

The games he had made before, and the actions of the past year, finally echoed in Chen Rang and, representing his own Taoist Heart, posed this question to himself.

What do games mean to me?

Outside the window, the Spirit Grass thrived unrestrained, the scorching sun failing to wilt them, but instead making them more brilliant.

Sanmiao dozed in his arms, its silky fur shedding less due to the nourishment from the Spirit Grass, which raised its cuteness to a new level.

His thoughts unfettered, he began to recall each game he had made and to consider what those games meant to him.

From being an initial tool for proving the Dao, to now having a slight interest, Fang Cheng could only vaguely feel some of the fun aspects of games, but was still some distance away from truly understanding what makes games enjoyable.

In the midst of it all, he felt he had grasped something else, but upon deeper contemplation, it was like flowers in a mirror or the moon reflected on water, dispersing into the ethereal Sea of Consciousness.

Desiring to reach out and search, yet finding no trace; wanting to turn away, yet there it was at the dimly lit corner, smiling at him with shining eyes.

But no matter, he would search slowly.

With a gentle tap, he lightly knocked on the table beside him.

“Thud.”

The great Dao is silent, and a sound full of Zen seemed to answer nothing, yet answered everything.

Chen Rang, who was interviewing Fang Cheng, also paused for a moment.

He stared blankly at Fang Cheng, an answer forming in his heart, allowing him to glimpse part of Fang Cheng’s thoughts and reaching his own understanding.

Standing up, he said to Fang Cheng, “Thank you for accepting my interview, I will finish writing the report as soon as possible.”

“You’re welcome, I should thank you too.”

After seeing Chen Rang off, Fang Cheng felt an even greater sense of tranquility.

He carefully sorted through his current state of mind, and asked inwardly, “Mysterious Mirror, how are things on your end?”

“Just a moment, we’re about to kill it! Boss, don’t step in yet, we’re about to handle it! Yo-heave-ho, this stubborn creature is quite lively! Everyone, let’s do this together, take down this bastard who owes wages and is chasing after us!”

“Oh, take your time.”

Ending the call, Fang Cheng took out his safety scissors and carefully pruned the Spirit Grass before him.

Peace is indeed wonderful.

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