While Ling Cheng was resting, his employees were still brainstorming under Yun Ziyu’s arrangements.
“First is the welfare. Does anyone have any thoughts?”
As Yun Ziyu raised the first topic, most of the young employees began discussing enthusiastically.
“If you ask me, the welfare is too little. Two years ago at the third anniversary celebration, not only was there no welfare, but even the planned popular character wasn’t released. That’s when the game started to decline massively.”
The modeler who was quick to change his expression was the first to voice his opinion.
“Then how about doing a 1000-pull? Give 1000 pulls to the whole server, let players enjoy pulling before the server shuts down?”
An operator asked tentatively.
“No!”
Yun Ziyu, who was chairing the meeting, suddenly interrupted everyone.
“If everyone thinks that way, then you’ll disappoint President Ling’s strategy.”
After everyone turned to her, Yun Ziyu continued to explain calmly.
“Giving out a large number of pulls at once might indeed attract the attention of many players, but it won’t stimulate them to spend money.”
“What did President Ling tell us? To make a good event, this welfare should serve as an introduction, but it can’t overshadow the main event. It might even raise players’ threshold infinitely because of these 1000 pulls, making what could have been a seven-point event become only a three-point event.”
“What do you mean?”
Listening to Yun Ziyu’s passionate explanation, the modeler also looked as if he understood something.
“I hope you can voice your own thoughts. After all, my current growth was also guided by President Ling’s short few minutes of conversation. Trust is a kind of power.”
Yun Ziyu recalled Ling Cheng’s trusting gaze. She wanted to pass that power on to the entire team.
“I think we can design a wheel. Players can spin it once every day they log in or when they progress to a certain point in the event.”
Face-Changer spoke more and more enthusiastically, his ideas flowing like tap water.
“The rewards from the wheel are gacha pulls, with three tiers: 30 pulls, 50 pulls, and 100 pulls.”
“That’s a good idea. It not only increases player retention but also boosts their willingness to participate in the event.”
A girl who was originally a copywriter also thought of a new idea.
“We can make the slots for 100 pulls or 50 pulls smaller, but their actual probability should be much higher than it appears, giving players an extra sense of surprise.”
Once given free rein to think, these people who were originally game enthusiasts couldn’t stop their inspiration from bursting forth.
Watching this scene, Yun Ziyu’s respect for Ling Cheng couldn’t help but increase a few more notches. So President Ling had already considered so much.
Only trust could lift a team that was originally lifeless.
This enthusiasm for discussion even stirred up some veteran employees who originally just wanted to coast through their salary. Since it was already the last dance, they wanted to dance even more brilliantly.
“You young people are still thinking too shallowly. Since we want to enhance positive feedback, we naturally need to upgrade in all aspects.”
The one who spoke was the Chief Operator.
The Chief Operator stroked his handlebar mustache and spoke deliberately.
“Why are Japanese pachinko machines so addictive? It’s because they not only have the positive feedback of rewards, but throughout the process, there’s also feedback from sound and visuals—multiple aspects superimposed together.”
“So, the visuals and sound of the gacha pull can also be optimized to further enhance the sense of satisfaction.”
“But this would require time and budget…”
Although Yun Ziyu found this plan very tempting, she had to consider feasibility, since a new project was being planned.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry. How could I, Lao Song, propose a plan without feasibility? First, the new pull screen was already done a year ago, but the higher-ups never agreed to replace it.”
The Chief Operator waved his hand, looking like a sage.
“In this case, we only need to take care of the music, and our team has three people who can do sound effects—no problem!”
“Alright, let’s do it that way. Then let’s discuss the event…”
…
Outside discussions were in full swing, while Ling Cheng locked the office door and lay comfortably on the bed.
“The previous boss knew how to enjoy himself. He even hid a small room behind the office with a comfortable big bed.”
Sleeping until near the end of the workday, Ling Cheng groggily struggled to get up and habitually opened his phone to look.
The phone’s notification bar was full of unread messages.
There were messages from his girlfriend An Xin “greeting” him, as well as thoughts sent by Yun Ziyu, but what caught Ling Cheng’s attention the most was a message from his junior, Hua Manyue.
Hua Manyue: Senior, did you go on vacation with the two seniors?
Hua Manyue: Why hasn’t everyone been at school these past few days? Weren’t we supposed to hold a celebration party together?
Hua Manyue: (*꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)
Ling Cheng couldn’t help but touch his forehead. He seemed to have skipped two days of classes. Although he was already heading towards financial freedom, he still hoped to get a college diploma.
Besides, if you don’t return to school when you’re wealthy, isn’t that like wearing fine clothes at night?
After considering the thought of the Hegemon-King of Chu for a moment, Ling Cheng decided to reply. After replying, he realized that Hua Manyue had said “two seniors.”
So that means… Chu Xiaoxiao hasn’t come to class for a long time too?
Was it because he hadn’t handled things well enough back then?
Ling Cheng was not one to hold grudges. After a long time, he no longer cared about Chu Xiaoxiao once hindering the game’s progress.
Instead, he remembered that she was once his partner during the early days of the startup and thought maybe he should find an opportunity to properly visit her.
After replying to Yun Ziyu and An Xin’s messages, seeing that it was about time, he planned to leave work and go home.
After walking out of the office, seeing everyone still discussing seriously, Ling Cheng couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. He reminded everyone to remember to clock out on time and not overwork themselves.
On the way back, Ling Cheng recalled today. It seemed like he had done nothing, but he felt exceptionally fulfilled. So sitting in the president’s office and working was this comfortable?
No wonder those corporate leaders always liked to boast about how many hours they spent in the office each day.
Not only was there no one checking if he was working seriously, but wherever he went, there was a crowd of people flocking around him.
While lost in random thoughts, Ling Cheng turned the doorknob to his room. As soon as he entered, he yawned and tossed his jacket onto the sofa.
“Welcome home, darling husband~”
An Xin, dressed in loungewear, walked over gracefully, looking like a perfect wife.
“Give me your clothes. Honestly.”
“Hmm, okay, thanks.”
With a dizzy head from sleep, Ling Cheng didn’t notice anything wrong at first.
“Wait, An Xin, why are you at my place?”
“Isn’t that normal? Now that we’re together, of course we’re going to live together~”
An Xin folded the jacket Ling Cheng had thrown aside.
“So, darling husband, you’ve worked hard. When you come back, do you want to eat first, shower first, or eat me first~”
Ling Cheng forced a faint smile.
“Let’s eat first, then.”
“Haven’t cooked yet~”
“Huh?”
At that moment, Ling Cheng had already realized. A tough battle awaited him tonight.