Chapter 297 Your profound thoughts are like a splendid galaxy in the sky
Xia Jiang quickly completed the record and asked: "Mr. Pei, we all know that the games produced by Tenda have achieved double harvests in sales and reputation so far. This is a very rare thing."
"Many game developers are only thinking about making profits and have chosen to overdraw the reputation of their games, thus causing some potentially god-like works to die midway."
"There are also some game developers whose works are well-received but not popular. Although they have a good reputation, they are unable to make enough profits and are even unable to maintain the company's normal operations."
"I have to say that both situations are very unfortunate."
"So, can you tell me how you balance sales and reputation at the same time?"
Pei Qian sighed silently: "Actually, I have no interest in making money at all."
"I never thought about how to balance reputation and profitability. Every time I felt like I was going to lose money, but I don't know why, but my reputation always exploded and my sales skyrocketed."
"I feel that so far, Tenda has made too much money, which makes me feel suffocated."
"I also really don't understand why players are giving me money while bragging about my games. This bothers me very much."
Xia Jiang nodded seriously and continued to write rapidly.
"A designer who is separated from material comfort and has a high pursuit of spiritual realm."
"A soul that no amount of money can add any burden to."
"Material enjoyment can be satisfied with just a little bit; spiritual pursuit is never-ending."
"I never worry about setting goals that are too high. Instead, I always reflect on myself."
"'Am I not high-minded enough?' He often asked himself."
After finishing the quick recording, Xia Jiang asked again.
"Mr. Pei, since you have achieved such outstanding achievements, what is your next goal?"
Pei Qian cleared his throat somewhat solemnly: "My goal has never changed. I just want to make a game that loses money."
Xia Jiang was stunned for a moment, then nodded and quickly recorded it in his notebook.
"Is this the state of being alone and seeking defeat?"
"Most designers' lifelong pursuit is to make a successful game, but he is secretly looking forward to the blessing of failure."
"Maybe the boring victory has made him feel boring. Only an inadvertent failure can make him feel a little bit more challenging?"
"Using failure as a mirror can reveal gains and losses."
"There are many people who work hard to succeed, but those who work hard and fail are as rare as a feather."
“It’s hard to imagine what kind of stormy waves we have experienced before we can develop such a strong and calm mentality.”
Xia Jiang felt like he was thinking like a thief, and the sound of "rustling" as the pen tip swept across the page was endless.
Pei Qian, who was sitting opposite her, began to have deep doubts about life.
Several questions in my mind tortured my soul one after another.
Why wasn't she surprised at all by her answer to me?
What on earth is she writing?
Why does she have such an "I understand" expression?
Pei Qian felt more guilty the more he looked at it.
No, director, is there something wrong with the script?
I was already talking nonsense, so why didn’t the reporter across from me raise any questions, but kept taking notes carefully, as if I said something very well?
Pei Qian wanted to secretly take a look at what Xia Jiang wrote in the notebook, but the fonts on the shorthand notebook were like ghost symbols and he couldn't make out a single word.
Ask?
There seems to be something wrong.
How can a reporter interview you and take the initiative to ask the reporter what he has recorded? Isn't this questioning the person's professionalism? It is too impolite.
Pei Qian appeared calm and smiling on the surface, but in fact he was at a loss inside.
I had a vague feeling that something was not right.
Moving on to the next question soon.
"So, let's talk about your new work "Return to the Shore"."
"As we all know, you choose different game types every time. What kind of internal driving force is driving you to continuously move into different fields?"
"Is it the spirit of having the courage to step out of your comfort zone, your instinct to keep making progress, or is it a detached attitude of playing with the world?"
Pei Qian was speechless for a moment.
It’s getting more and more outrageous!
The question asked before was relatively objective, but this question is starting to become clear?
Pei Qian shook his head and categorically denied: "None of them."
"I just hope that trying some unknown areas can increase the chance of failure."
This time Xia Jiang did not take shorthand again, but said with a smile: "I understand."
Pei Qian: "???"
You know what you know!
I hate self-righteous people like you the most!
Pei Qian was completely speechless. He was now 100% sure that the reporter must have understood it wrong, and it was very, very wrong.
Pei Qian was going crazy, but his reason told him to calm down.
Regardless of whether the reporter understood it wrong or not, Pei Qian could not forget his original purpose.
Try to destroy some passers-by as much as possible! Recruit bad guys among the player group, which can reduce some sales, and may even cause the next game to die violently!
Thinking of this, Pei Qian regained his calm expression and signaled to continue.
Xia Jiang continued to ask: "There have been many professional reviews about "Return to the Shore"."
"Did you ever expect that these professional game reviewers would rate this game like this?"
Pei Qian shook his head violently: "Not at all!"
Xia Jiang smiled and said: "So, do you originally think that the connotation of this game is very obscure, and are you mentally prepared not to be understood?"
"Huh? No." Pei Qian shook his head, "I never expected that they would make so many excessive interpretations of this game."
"Excessive interpretation?" Xia Jiang picked up the pen again.
Pei Qian nodded: "Yes, it is completely over-interpretation."
"The acclaimed plot was not written by me. I randomly picked up some literature graduates from the school to write it."
"The difficulty of the game is so high, not to increase the sense of immersion."
"I just want to make a game that abuses players. I will be particularly happy when I see players suffering. This is completely a bad taste of mine."
"Do you get me?"
Pei Qian said it very seriously.
Xia Jiang also nodded very seriously: "I understand, I understand."
Pei Qian: "..."
Xia Jiang took the pen and wanted to jot down some content, but felt that it was not accurate, so he asked: "What about 'Pudu'?"
Pei Qian answered truthfully: "It was a cheating weapon I left for myself, but it was accidentally discovered by the players."
Xia Jiang nodded: "So, you have played this game yourself."
Pei Qian was silent.
How do you say this?
I didn't play?
It’s such a simple question, so you’re not lying, right? Besides, no one will believe you if you tell me this.
Did I play?
It doesn’t seem appropriate. I just said that this game is purely to torture players, but I play it myself. Will it be understood that I am also a masochist?
Therefore, Pei Qian didn't know how to respond.
Xia Jiang had an expression of "I understand very well" and wrote furiously in his shorthand notebook.
"Mr. Pei's humor also left a very deep impression on me."
"Perhaps such successful and mentally strong people have a natural sense of humor, which makes the original plain and ordinary interviews become full of fun."
"Mr. Pei admitted very simply that "Back to the Shore" is a game that takes pleasure in abusing players."
"However, before you abuse others, you should abuse yourself first. When many players suffer in the game, they will not realize that the producers of this game have already felt the pain they have suffered."
“‘Pudu’ is said to be for oneself, so why not be for all sentient beings?”
"If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha."
"If we didn't have this great compassion of sacrificing our lives to feed tigers and cutting our flesh to feed eagles, how could we have made a game like "Return to the Shore"?"
Pei Qian, who had already made it quite obvious, felt a sense of despair in his heart when he looked at Xia Jiang, who had a serious look on his face and was writing rapidly.
It’s useless, you won’t listen!
It's completely a chicken-and-duck talk, the two people's thinking is not on the same channel at all!
Pei Qian had no idea how to answer the next question.
Xia Jiang has finished recording and is ready for the next question.
Pei Qian quickly raised his hand to stop: "Editor Xia."
"Huh? Mr. Pei, please tell me." Xia Jiang's face was full of sincerity.
Pei Qian tried hard to choose his words: "Do you think that your understanding of what I said is a little bit... wrong?"
Pei Qian thought he had tried hard to question Editor Xia's professionalism, but instead of being angry, Xia Jiang smiled and nodded.
"Mr. Pei, I understand."
"Your thoughts are too profound. I tried my best to guess, but I can only guess part of it."
"Just like the brilliant stars in the sky, no matter how far you look, you can only see the most twinkling brilliance. And the magnificence beyond your field of vision can only be hidden in the darkness."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Pei, I've worked very hard."
Pei Qian: "?"
Am I talking to you about whether you work hard or not?
You are indeed working very hard to misunderstand me!
Why can't I explain it clearly?
No, this interview must not continue.
If this continues, who knows what the final manuscript will look like!
Pei Qian was thinking about how to escape when his cell phone rang.
I took it out and saw that it was an alarm clock for getting up at 10 o'clock.
Normally, Pei Qian would sleep until 10 o'clock when the company had nothing to do. Today's interview was scheduled for 9 o'clock in the morning, so Pei Qian set an extra alarm clock to wake up.
Just in time, the alarm clock originally went off at 10 o'clock.
Pei Qian turned off the alarm clock at the speed of light, and then pretended to hold the phone to his ear: "Oh, okay. Then wait a moment, I will be there soon."
After putting away his phone, Pei Qian apologized: "Editor Xia, unfortunately, I have some work matters."
"How about you continue interviewing my employees? I have to leave first."
Editor Xia nodded quickly: "Ah, okay, Mr. Pei. I have benefited a lot from today's interview. You go first!"
Pei Qian silently turned around and left.
Forget it, I can’t afford to offend but I can afford to hide!
If I continue the interview, I'm afraid I'll become a Buddha immediately, so run away now!
Looking at Mr. Pei's leaving figure, Editor Xia silently wrote another sentence in his notebook.
"The most terrifying thing in the world is that geniuses work harder than ordinary people."
After finishing writing, Editor Xia signaled to the cameramen that they could turn on the cameras.
“Let me see, who should the first employee interview?”