Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch - Chapter 149
Chapter 149: Chapter 147: The Eve of Outbreak
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After posting his update, Lincoln put down his mobile phone and looked at the game live stream of this foreign player.
To his surprise, during the short time he was posting the update, this big bearded guy had already put his ear on the bathroom door!
What could you possibly hear?!
Lincoln wanted to cover Mavis’s eyes, but then he thought about how many players had done similar things and simply gave up.
It didn’t stop there. The guy tried to communicate verbally: “Hey! Baby! Why won’t you let me in, so we can enjoy a pleasant morning together?”
After getting no response, he looked around the room and was drawn to the bedside lamp…
“Forget it, Mavis, turn it off, I’m not interested in what happens next.” Lincoln waved his hand in disappointment.
It’s a piece of good news, I guess. Players from both domestic and overseas adapted quickly to the highly realistic virtual environment games, with no adverse reactions.
—Even their interests are highly similar.
“Forget it, that’s just the world being one big happy family.” Lincoln complained to Mavis.
“Hehe.” Mavis just kept on giggling with her head down.
After watching so many live streams of players, Lincoln was a bit tired and decided to check the studio group chat to see what they were talking about.
As soon as he entered, he saw them grabbing red envelopes.
What’s this for? Throwing money for fun?
Lincoln scrolled through the chat history and found that these guys were constantly watching the game’s sales.
From time to time, they would send a bunch of celebratory firework emojis in surprise.
Later, one employee was so happy that he suggested giving a full red envelope in the group chat every time sales increased by 100,000 copies.
—That’s 500 dollars.
And then everyone would grab it.
When sales increased by another 100,000 copies, the person who had grabbed the largest amount in the previous red envelope would send another full red envelope and everyone would continue to grab.
This would continue in a loop until the deadline of 12 0’clock.
Everyone had a good time, but Lincoln couldn’t find it in him to be happy.
“Does this count as gambling in a group?” Lincoln was a bit confused. He might not be ignorant of the law, but he certainly didn’t know much about this.
“Don’t worry, Master!” Mavis replied, “This is a pure gift exchange. There’s no organization, no commission, and no profit-making involved. It’s not gambling.”
“In that case, it’s alright.” Lincoln sighed in relief.
“But there’s still a bit of risk. With the current rate of sales growth for
After thinking about it, he started typing: “The celebration method is quite fun, but everyone doesn’t have to spend money. Let me handle the red envelopes. I’ll send one for every 100,000 increase in sales until 8 0’clock tonight, making it a full 12 hours.”
After thinking about it, he added, “Remember to keep track of whose hand is the luckiest. Next Monday during the mid-rest hour, let them massage everyone’s shoulders!”
He then sent a red envelope directly.
“The boss is so generous!”
“Boss is awesome!”
“Boss is a good person!”
Amidst the unanimous cheers, an Art Girl suddenly sent a message: “A few words can’t express my admiration for the boss, so…”
So, what?
The group went silent, and Lincoln was curious about what she would say.
In anticipation of everyone, her next message popped up:
‘”100 Golden Phrases Specifically for Sucking Up to the Boss, Classic Good
Article (Worth Collecting!)”‘
? Lincoln was lost. What kind of twisted culture is this?
“Every sentence here is what I want to say to the boss from my heart!”
A series of question marks appeared in the group chat.
Lincoln leaned back, wondering what she was trying to imply.
He looked at her name—Palace Poem.
“Well, good job, you’re on shoulder-massage duty too!”
Leaving these words, Lincoln closed the group chat directly.
He checked the current sales of the game—6.3 million.
After the explosive growth when the game was first released, it had become relatively stable now.
Perhaps it would only have that explosive growth after every Mirage release in the future.
Setting a prize for every 100,000 sales, by 8 0’clock in the evening, he could give out 20,000 yuan at most.
Of course, Lincoln wouldn’t stare at the data to give out red packets himself; such tasks were given to his intimate little helper—Mavis!
“Mavis, I need to ask you for a favor again.” Lincoln pleaded while stroking Mavis’ head.
“No problem! Leave it to Mavis!” Mavis, as always, agreed without hesitation.
Having nothing to worry about, Lincoln paid no attention to the game in the afternoon.
He signed for eight packages and asked Yue Pengju and the delivery guy to help move them to the workspace.
However, Yue Pengju stopped the delivery guy, only allowing the packages to be sent downstairs, then asked the delivery guy to leave.
He made several trips on his own, helping Lincoln move all the items.
“What are these things?” Yue Pengju asked curiously.
“Intelligent prosthetics,” Lincoln replied while opening the boxes.
“Why did you buy these?”
“To dissect them,” Lincoln took out a complete intelligent prosthetic arm from the box.
“I promised to make prosthetic limbs, but my university major wasn’t in this field. so mv understanding is limited. and I have to start learning a lot from
scratch. What’s faster than disassembling the best products on the market while learning theoretical knowledge?”
Yue Pengju opened his mouth, his instincts told him that this was unreasonable: If research and innovation were so easy, there wouldn’t be so many high-tech products in the world that can’t be copied.
—By common sense, that’s indeed the case.
But Yue Pengju thought of Lincoln’s achievements. Considering he had just picked up a third-class merit because of a toy Lincoln casually made just four days ago, he could no longer raise any doubts.
In the end, he could only try to convince himself: perhaps geniuses and ordinary people lived in different worlds!
And a genius like Lincoln was probably born to break the perception of ordinary people like him.
Yue Pengju closed his mouth and stopped talking, only helping Lincoln unpack and hand over tools, acting as an assistant.
When Lincoln was wearing the headband, holding a book in one hand while holding several precise components in another, pondering deeply, Yue Pengju tiptoed to clean up the trash on the ground and left the workspace silently.
Before leaving, Yue Pengju checked Lincoln’s kitchen and refrigerator, intending to help restock the supplies.
Lincoln didn’t like being served by others and didn’t like strangers in his home, but he often neglected his own life.
Yue Pengju was worried about his health and occasionally played the roles of a babysitter and purchasing agent.
After being struck by a surprise third-class merit that day, he even began to think about learning to cook…
For the entire afternoon, Lincoln, with the help of Mavis, focused on learning and thinking.
Previously, he had been taking occasional breaks to learn basic theoretical knowledge.
However, now that he started researching intelligent prosthetics, Lincoln realized that the knowledge he had learned was far from enough!
Compared to visual and auditory aids, prosthetic limbs are far more complex, and he felt there were countless things he needed to learn!
Modern biotechnology, human nervous system, interaction systems, ergonomics…
Fortunately, the hardest part could be skipped. Using the neural signal and electrical signal conversion of the neural modem, he could avoid learning the most profound and obscure knowledge.
That made everything possible.
At the same time, the players of “Assassins’ Alliance” were fighting in the game for the whole day.
In the evening, they finally withdrew from the game world and returned to the real world.
Although they were far from finishing the game and hadn’t even fully understood the entire virtual city, they had already started rushing towards the “RANK-Popular Game Rating” and giving it full marks like crazy. The comment section was also filled with mad praises.
Social networks started to boil.
All the strategy groups, anchors, video uploaders, and game media started working overtime to produce related content.
Undoubtedly, tomorrow’s internet gaming circle would have only one dominant voice.
That is—”Assassins’ Alliance”!
