Chapter 21 The Next Preaching Topic_1

Standing up abruptly, Xiao Douzi's face turned red as he stuttered, "I, I, I've only been here for less than a month! And the game was basically made by the boss, I just tweaked some numbers. This is really too much money for me!"

"The money is no big deal," Fang Cheng waved his hand, "10% is a bit too little, let's make it..."

After considering what Xiao Douzi and Xu Qingling could handle, Fang Cheng continued, "15% then, 6% for Xu Qingling and 9% for Xiao Douzi sounds fair."

Seeing Xiao Douzi about to say something, Fang Cheng clapped his hands and motioned for the other to sit down, then said, "I personally don't know much about games, but I can tell you're someone who loves them. Both your skills and passion are what I desperately need, so I think you deserve this. Okay, let's settle it like this and put an end to this matter. Xu Qingling, get on with organizing the team-building event."

"All right."

Xu Qingling smiled and then picked up her phone, beginning to search for a suitable location for the team-building event nearby.

Soon after, Xiao Douzi's phone rang—the project bonus had been deposited.

The project bonus was 540,000, but just the personal income tax deducted was 140,000.

However, the remaining money was enough for Xiao Douzi to put down a payment for a house in Rong City.

Staring at the balance on his phone, even a game fanatic like Xiao Douzi couldn't help but let out a silly chuckle.

Eleven o'clock.

With Xu Qingling taking charge, Fang Cheng let everyone finish their work early and then entered the buffet restaurant Xu Qingling had booked.

The 598-yuan-per-head buffet wasn't cheap, but after tasting it, Fang Cheng acknowledged that the flavor was decent, reaching 60% of his father's marinated meat.

Dining, chatting, after two hours the meal ended. Fang Cheng handed out some Spiritual Tea as souvenirs and announced that everyone would have the next two days off.

The day after tomorrow was the weekend, so everyone could even go home and see their relatives; it was like a mini holiday. The rest would do them good before coming back.

Reluctantly watching Fang Cheng leave, Xu Qingling subconsciously said, "I really don't want to take a break."

"Yeah," Xiao Douzi agreed with a sigh, "just thinking about not seeing the boss for four days makes me miserable. I wish I could come back and work overtime right away."

Giving Xiao Douzi a sidelong glance, Xu Qingling moved a bit aside and then began to self-reflect on why her thoughts were exactly the same as this guy's.

Besides the two of them, someone else was reflecting on a multitude of thoughts.

Since Kongkong Studio was very close to theirs, Huang Ping from Kongkong Studio unavoidably witnessed this scene.

Seeing the three walking out of the buffet restaurant, Huang Ping felt somewhat bitter.

Before "King's Dungeon" was released, Kongkong too had grandly promised everyone a meal there after the project launch.

Unfortunately, although the project was launched, now it was as if it never happened. The game's metrics were plummeting every day, and the repeated halvings meant almost nothing was left.

Fang Cheng, he had met before. When the other came to the studio previously, it was Huang Ping who had shown him around.

Back then, he felt the young man was too impulsive and too idealistic about making games. Unexpectedly, in less than a month, the others had soared.

Eating his bowl of noodles with a bitter taste, Huang Ping thought his noodles were too salty.

So salty he felt like crying.

Upon returning to the studio, Fang Cheng took a step and crossed through space to arrive at his home.

As soon as he entered the door, he found his mother lying on the couch with his father sitting beside her on a small stool, laboriously massaging her calf.

Seeing Fang Cheng appear out of thin air, both of them were startled.

Clutching her chest, Mrs. Fang said, "I thought I saw a ghost in broad daylight, but it's just my son."

In this world, there were only two people who knew Fang Cheng was an Immortal, one was his parents, and the other was also his parents.

Not long after his rebirth into this era, he had straightforwardly revealed his identity to his parents, telling them he was an Immortal.

Then, Fang Cheng calculated with his fingers and told them that we were parent and child in our past lives as well, so I'll call you mom and dad, and you don't need to be reserved, just call me son.

As for this, Mr. and Mrs. Fang's reaction was: outrageous, but acceptable.

Seeing his suddenly returned son, Mr. Fang stood up and said, "Why did you suddenly come back, without even calling ahead of time?"

"I'm not used to it. And calling is too slow, so I just came back directly," Fang Cheng said. "Is the braised pork done?"

"You didn't call, how would I know to make braised pork? I haven't even bought the meat."

With a wave of his hand, a slab of prime pork belly was pulled out of thin air by Fang Cheng and laid in front of Mr. Fang.

Even Mr. Fang, seasoned in many battles, couldn't help but say, "Son, don't you think this is a bit too much? Won't you incur some kind of retribution doing this?"

"Doesn't matter. Besides, to some extent, I am the retribution."

"That's amazing, Immortal!"

After scoffing, Mr. Fang still held onto the prized pork belly and went to the kitchen to make braised pork.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Fang leaped up from the sofa, nodded continuously at her son, and then pulled out her phone and opened the photo gallery.

Pointing to picture after picture of beautiful women in her phone, she said to Fang Cheng, "Son, pick one."

Taking the phone, Fang Cheng flipped through it for a while: "Are these employees you've found for me? Do they have resumes? Do they like playing games?"

Mrs. Fang looked helplessly at Fang Cheng: "They're potential matches for blind dates. I've screened them for you; each one is very obedient. And they've also seen your photo, and they don't mind being the younger partner."

"I have no such desires."

"But I have the desire to take care of children! Your dad and I retired early, now we've got nothing to do every day. The only entertainment we have is watching others go to work, caught between wanting to live and die."

"My dear mother, I think your hobby is a bit weird."

"You don't understand. But after watching for a while, it gets a little boring, so hurry up and have a kid for me to fuss over every day. You were too serious as a child; I wasn't tormented by a kid, and you grew up too fast, now I need to fill that gap."

"Don't listen to your mom's nonsense," said Mr. Fang still dealing with the braised pork in the kitchen, "Young man, you should play around a bit longer, don't enter the grave of marriage so soon. I met your mother in high school, missed out on a lot of fun, and sometimes feel like I'm missing something."

Mrs. Fang stopped talking, her eyes filled with murderous intent as she looked at Mr. Fang in the kitchen.

Mr. Fang, completely unaware, kept on rambling, "Plus, you need to prioritize your career right now. Even though it's making games, you need to have passion, and pay attention to cultural transmission. Our country's traditional culture is pretty good. Isn't it fun to stick some Spring Festival couplets and set off fireworks in games?"

"Traditional culture, huh..."

Fang Cheng thought about it, sensing there could be something interesting there.

Within traditional culture, there existed a vast amount of symbolic hints and various cultural customs. Delving deep could reveal the developmental processes of different cultures—an amusing endeavor.

Why set off fireworks during the New Year? Why have New Year paintings? And who exactly are the Door Gods? There's a lot of intriguing cultural significance hidden within, and making it into a game should be fun.

So, the theme for the next path to immortality was decided.

Traditional culture.