The noodle stall master cleans himself and leaves home

The next day, Meng Shu and Xia Nianzhen had a brief discussion on the scene.

But it's not so much a discussion as it is his words.

Because in fact it was him who was talking and Xia Nianzhen was listening.

What was originally just an ordinary communication exchange turned into a meeting-like format.

Xia Nianzhen was a little embarrassed about her level of science fiction, and she frequently lowered her head during the conversation, looking very embarrassed.

No matter what her boss said, she nodded her head without saying anything, let alone taking a stand.

Meng Shu was so stunned that he didn't know what to say.

After thinking about it, I had to give her some encouragement verbally, telling her not to worry or feel embarrassed. After all, people are not omnipotent, and they only need to learn hard in the weak areas.

Then he explained to her that he would hire an art director so that she could carry out her work better.

Because learning also costs time.

In response, Xia Nianzhen gave a heavy hum and said that she would work hard and cooperate with the art director's work.

After the conversation, in the office, Meng Shu crossed his legs and leaned on the back of his chair.

On the computer screen in front of him were original paintings that looked quite exquisite.

Looking at these art designs with different styles, he already had an idea in his mind about how to recruit an art director.

According to the clues provided by Infinite Entertainment, the person he wanted was in Baoshu District in the same city.

Shencheng, Baoshu District.

At 10:40 p.m., in a small street not far from the night market, a small food truck called Ah Cheng Noodles was ready to close its stall.

Ah Cheng, the owner and chef, is cleaning the kitchen and sanitation of the dining cart, because there is not much passenger flow in this street now, and the number of people is gradually decreasing with the darkness of the night.

He usually sets up his stall around 4pm and closes the stall around 11pm.

Because he has a daughter at home who needs to be taken care of, he doesn't work all night, so he doesn't choose to set up a stall in a night market with a lot of people.

For him, between the two choices of making money and having a daughter, he chose his daughter.

Because he only has one daughter left

"Dad, it's time to pay~"

A little girl about four or five years old ran into the dining car with an exercise book and pencil, and shouted softly to her father. She had a sleepy look on her face, as if she wanted to sleep.

"Okay, come on."

Ah Cheng put down the mop, wiped his hands on his apron, and walked out of the dining car.

Outside, there are several low tables and low stools placed on the floor, the kind that can be taken away at any time.

Since it was getting late, this street was not a night market, and there were few people, so all these tables were empty.

There was only one table where a customer wearing a hat and sunglasses was sitting, quietly drinking water.

Apparently, he had finished eating.

"Hello guest, a bowl of soybean noodles and two fried eggs, a total of ten yuan."

Ah Cheng smiled and quoted the price, thinking that this was the last customer. After he left, he could clean up and take his daughter home to rest.

"Boss, your place is a bit cheaper than other places."

The customer took out his mobile phone, scanned the QR code, and paid the face amount.

Hearing the notification that the account had arrived, Ah Cheng smiled helplessly.

"It's too expensive and people won't eat it. And the night market is not far from here, so it's cheaper."

"Then do you make any money?"

Ah Cheng looked at his daughter who was sharpening a pencil on another table and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"It's enough to feed her. I don't know anything else. I just care about her food and clothing."

"Then your daughter should be very proud to have a father who loves her so much."

Ah Cheng sighed and shook his head.

"How can she understand this now? She is making trouble every day. I am already busy, and here I have to keep an eye on her to prevent her from being abducted. Life is difficult."

"It's okay. When she gets older, she will know your good intentions. After all."

The guest raised his head slightly and looked at the little girl behind a few tables opposite.

"Not everyone can do it after going bankrupt and leaving the house."

These words immediately made Ah Cheng's expression change.

After being stunned for a few seconds, his tone became slightly impatient.

"Guest, if there are no other needs, we will close the stall!"

As he spoke, he reached out to pick up the noodle bowl with only the soup base left, but was suddenly grabbed by the guest.

"Guest, you...?"

But the man wearing sunglasses had a calm tone and was not impatient.

"In 2011, my country's well-known CRPG space opera game "Star Frontier" ushered in a reboot. In the latest game, in addition to retaining the turn-based gameplay, it also won the game with a beautiful and unimaginable science fiction style. It has won the love of many players, and even beat the foreign science fiction game "Starship 2011" that year."

Ah Cheng's pupils suddenly shrank, he was a little overwhelmed, and he didn't even react when his hand was released.

"After that, the developer took advantage of the popularity and released a large number of original concept drawings of the game on the Internet. At the Haicheng Game Carnival, it announced the sequel to the reboot of "Star Trek", completing the momentum. The main team members behind the scenes also

They all appeared one by one. In addition to the producer who has attracted much attention, the other one is the main artist who has aroused discussion because of his wonderful art style. After all, it is competing against foreign games, and everyone thinks this is the glory of domestic production."

With that said, the guest picked up the half-filled glass of pure water, shook it, and took a sip.

"Unfortunately, there has been no news about the reboot and sequel of "Star Trek", known as the light of domestic production. In 2013, development chaos broke out and employees resigned, including the lead artist who attracted attention for his art style.

"

"Then in 2015, the developer of "Star Trek" took a small studio that had just been established to court on the grounds of art infringement and won the case. Coincidentally, one of the founders of this studio

There was the lead artist. I specifically looked through the judgment at that time, and guess what? The studio went bankrupt, and the partners disappeared. The lead artist subsequently divorced and left the house, with the purpose of seeking custody rights. Tsk tsk,

This kind of courage is hard for me to imagine."

The guest raised his head slightly, looking sharply through his sunglasses in the night, staring at Ah Cheng who was already stunned.

"Why is this?"

Ah Cheng was stunned on the spot, not knowing how to answer, and then he spoke in a daze.

"Who are you?"

After hearing this, the guest took off his sunglasses and put down his water glass.

"Then introduce yourself."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand with a slight smile in the dim light of the night.

"My surname is Meng, and my name is Meng Shu. I am a game entrepreneur. Hello, Mr. Fang Yuancheng."

Game Entrepreneur.?

Fang Yuancheng was stunned for a moment, a little surprised.

He shook hands with the man named Meng with an expression of surprise.

The man in front of me is extremely young, like a college student who has just graduated.

But his way of speaking and behavior seemed sophisticated.

It feels a bit shameless.

Game entrepreneur?

"Are you looking for me?"

Meng Shu looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, who was about 35 years old. When facing him who was sitting, he was a little surprised when he was standing.

"I said I am an entrepreneur, do you really believe me?"

"That's not it."

Fang Yuancheng smiled to himself.

"It's past 11 o'clock in the evening, there are no people here, and the light is dark. You, a young man, have been eating noodles here and chatting for a long time. Are you here to have fun?"

He pointed to the end of the street and said.

"Go straight over there and turn left, and you'll find the night market. It's more lively to have fun there than here."

Meng Shu smiled after hearing this, but he didn't expect so much.

I just think this guy is quite smart.

"A game maker comes to you, Mr. Fang, what do you think it will be?"
To be continued...