Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 10

Not bad—Gu Sheng was planning to recruit the two “godsons” from his dorm: Lu Bian and Xu Dajiang.

Originally, dorms at Binjiang University housed four students each.

But due to various reasons, by the time it was Gu Sheng’s turn, there was one person short, so their room was kind of unusual—just three people.

When Gu Sheng transmigrated into this world, it was the start of freshman year. You could say these two were the first friends he made after arriving in this parallel world.

That kind of emotional foundation mattered a lot.

Plus, all three of them got along well—same weird sense of humor, always teaming up on crazy schemes. Over time, they naturally became a rock-solid trio.

Lu Bian was the second in the dorm. The first time Gu Sheng heard his name, he almost laughed himself into the ICU.

No particular reason—it just sounded ridiculously like some “kidney supplement” product.

Lu Bian really lived up to the name. Though average-looking, he went through girlfriends like water. Pretty wild, and no one could figure out how.

Especially when it came to cutting-edge game engines and new programming languages—he picked them up faster than he swapped girlfriends. He could even infer and innovate. A rare programming prodigy who hadn’t gone bald.

As for Xu Dajiang, the third roommate—he was a big guy from Ludong. Stood at 6’1", built like a tank, and had a simple, honest vibe. Most of the time, he got roped into Gu Sheng and Lu Bian’s schemes.

If the trio were described as a pack of scheming bandits, then Gu Sheng and Lu Bian were the brains pulling the strings, while Xu Dajiang was the poor workhorse carrying them around.

But.

Don’t be fooled by Xu Dajiang’s rough-and-tumble look—he was sharp on the inside.

He’d been learning art since he was ten, and his talent in color theory and composition was miles above the norm. Once he dipped into game art, he really started to shine.

Especially his side hustle—3D modeling. Not quite world-class, but easily good enough to force attention.

A total Zhang Fei Embroidering Flowers type.

With his past life’s experience in the game industry, Gu Sheng had seen their potential right away.

They just lacked experience—but their talent? Top-notch.

Plus, the three had studied together for three years, and their chemistry was off the charts. They’d work way better than a bunch of freshly recruited strangers.

“So… your two friends… they’re also students?” Chu Qingzhou asked, her face a little stiff.

Can you give the company a break, please?

Right now, with you—the Intern President—as Game Director, the company’s already skating on thin ice.

Yes, your game Cat Mario recouped its costs in just twenty-four hours and is now turning a profit. It’s a miracle. Amazing, even.

But come on, can we at least have one seasoned pro in the company?

Game Director: university student. Lead Artist: university student. Lead Programmer: also a university student. Even the d*mn CEO is a university student.

Are we a startup or a student dorm?

Isn’t this a little too much of a joke?

However—

Shen Miaomiao’s eyes lit up!

Right! She’d been so caught up in thinking about how to raise salaries, she’d overlooked the quality of the recruits!

If she really hired a bunch of top-tier pros like Chu Qingzhou wanted, then sure, payroll would go up—but so would game quality!

Even if Gu Sheng came up with the dumbest idea ever, those seasoned veterans could polish it into a masterpiece!

And that… would be a problem!

The higher the salaries, the better the quality, the lower the chance of losing money!

And that was exactly what Shen Miaomiao didn’t want.

Better to follow Gu Sheng’s suggestion—recruit a couple of equally dumb and idealistic students, and form a dumb*ss dev team with him.

Wild ideas? No problem. Over-the-top investment? Perfect. The goal is to lose as much money as possible!

This project? Count me in! I, Wang Duoyu, will invest!!!

“Mm—great!!!”

Shen Miaomiao nodded repeatedly:

“Director Gu’s idea is spot-on,”

“Building our own elite dev team guarantees consistent quality and ensures our future trade secrets stay in-house!”

“Very well-considered, Director Gu—excellent proposal!”

Next to her, Chu Qingzhou was speechless.

Right now, she just wanted to slap a long watermelon sticker on her forehead reading: “Guys… I can't anymore. My boss has mastered the art of talking complete nonsense with a straight face…”

Trade secrets?

What f***ing trade secrets do we have?

That troll-faced cat mascot?

Or the utterly stupid game pitch where two players roleplay as a father and son raving out in front of the Gates of Hell?

What the h*ll do we have that’s worth corporate espionage?!

Are you worried competitors will laugh themselves to death reading our game proposals and we’ll have to take responsibility for it?

Watching the two grinning at each other like all was well, Chu Qingzhou slowly leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

Let the world burn. I’m tired.

And just like that!

On the hiring issue, Gu Sheng and Shen Miaomiao reached a consensus.

Gu Sheng, as Game Director, would be in charge of bringing in his two dumb*ss brothers to join Golden Wind.

As for salary, Shen Miaomiao went all out, offering the highest industry-standard packages for rookies in the game scene.

Lu Bian, Lead Programmer: 300,000 yuan per year.

Xu Dajiang, Lead Artist: 260,000 yuan per year.

Add in Gu Sheng’s 500,000 yuan, and the trio’s annual salary hit a whopping one million!

Chu Qingzhou wasn’t unfamiliar with big numbers.

Back when she worked as Executive Assistant to Shen Miaomiao’s dad, she’d seen those VC brokers pulling in a million a year—some even hitting five or six million with bonuses.

But even so—

She still felt like this dev team’s salary was a bit too ridiculous!

What she didn’t know was—one million a year might seem like a lot.

But with the power of the system, Shen Miaomiao only had to lose a hundred grand and she’d instantly make back an entire year’s worth of their combined pay!

That’s the beauty of the system!

As long as these three “Sleeping Dragon and Young Phoenixes” could keep hemorrhaging cash, forget a measly one million a year—

Even five million like those top-tier brokers? Shen Miaomiao wouldn’t blink.

“Well then, it’s settled, Director Gu.”

Shen Miaomiao’s face once again lit up with that dreamy smile.

Wuhu!

Two more idiots joining the squad!

Three fools plus one abstract game pitch.

Tsk tsk.

This time, she might not be able to turn a profit even if she wanted to!

Honestly, even if Gu Sheng got stupid lucky again and their game went viral thanks to a streamer, she wouldn’t have to worry about a breakout hit.

After all, dumb luck still needs decent quality to work.

Sure, she’d admit—Cat Mario had something going for it.

But that was it.

Now, with two morons dragging him down, even Gu Sheng’s occasional flashes of brilliance would be thoroughly squashed!

This, my friends, is what we call—three dumb cobblers… all smell the same!

Meeting adjourned.

Time to bleed money!!!