I Just Want Players to Save Money, They Insist on Giving Me!
Chapter 328 - 123: Applause Resounds, Step Up to Receive the Award! Thirty Years East of the River, Young Man!_6

Chapter 328: Chapter 123: Applause Resounds, Step Up to Receive the Award! Thirty Years East of the River, Young Man!_6

Immediately, Ke Jin’s tone shifted, and his gaze became sharp.

"Nowadays, as more commercialized sales models flood into Blue Star’s gaming market with the big trend, our game market actually possesses an investment scale that is fully mature and on par with other industries."

"However, our gaming model is also increasingly developing towards commercialization, where each game is tagged by the major manufacturers as soon as it is developed."

"This label is not about how fun the game is, not about how moving the background music is, not about how beautiful the graphics are, nor is it about how intoxicating the story is."

"It simply has two straightforward and clear characters written on it—make money."

"Excessive commercialization has led game practitioners to use it as the sole standard for designing game content. For players to expect a complete, error-free, and somewhat interesting game has already become a luxury. In the end, we forget the original intention of why games were born—we just want to experience accessible joy in our leisure time."

"Today, I stand here not to lecture other manufacturers on how to correctly make a game. There are too many industry veterans worth learning from regarding qualifications. I am merely expressing a top player’s perspective, speaking lightly about our company’s original intention for making games."

"That is—to return the Ninth Art back to the essence of gaming, to let players find that ’even through the cold screen, one can feel’ the relaxation, fun, profound thought, and warmth in each journey of the soul."

"Thank you for your support, I am Ke Jin, the chief designer of top players, and I’ll see you in our new game!"

With his words concluding, Ke Jin deeply bowed to the audience below the stage.

At that moment, the expression of the female host by his side was incredibly moved.

And below the stage.

Applause thundered!

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"Come on, let’s drink up!"

Glasses clinked together, emitting a crisp sound.

A group of elder gentlemen, all over fifty, gathered around the dinner table.

After three rounds of drinks, everyone’s face glowed red, and the spirited atmosphere even overpowered the volume of the television program being broadcast.

They say when two men drink, they talk about how to touch a girl’s hand.

When three men drink, they have the world situation and the direction of wars at heart.

When four or five men drink, their insights into quantum mechanics could make Schrödinger himself shudder thrice.

A houseful of seven or eight elders, after a cacophony of clangs and clatters, managed to bring the topic from the macro universe back to the micro reality.

"Li, when is your son going on stage?" someone shouted, looking at the television: "This cultural festival’s award ceremony is almost halfway through. How come he hasn’t shown up yet?"

Today, a group of old friends gathered at Li Tianbo’s home for a celebration with good wine and good food because of this occasion.

His son, who works in the cultural and arts industry, called him a few days ago and told him to watch a TV program tonight, as he would make an appearance on it.

For the older generation, having their child appear on television was undoubtedly a great honor.

Li Tianbo threw a big feast, inviting a few close friends to eat and chat together.

"Don’t rush, what’s the hurry? If my son said so, then there must be."

And in the next moment, Li Tianbo squinted his eyes, pointed at the television, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"There he is! He’s on!"

"Where?"

"I can’t see him, where is he?"

"Right there, in that group of men and women dancing on stage, look to the right, the second row from back, the first one is him!" Li Tianbo was almost eager to rush up and point it out to everyone.

"Wow, really!" someone spotted the face and immediately said with envy: "Not bad, Li, your lad has made it to such an esteemed festival?"

"I heard this is the most prestigious arts award ceremony in our country. Your son’s future is incredibly bright!"

"By the way, Li, your boy isn’t seeing anyone yet, is he? How about this, my daughter just came of age, why don’t we settle this between us brothers right now?"

"Get outta here, your daughter’s too much of a handful, I wouldn’t want my son to suffer," Li Tianbo basked in the envious gazes from all around, feeling proud, then laughed again: "The Ke family’s young miss would be more suitable. That girl is really pretty, and sweet-talking too, always calling me ’Uncle Li’, which melts my heart. My boy likes her a lot too, I’m just waiting for the day she starts calling me ’Dad’, hahaha."

"Get lost," Ke Jun grumbled with a swig of spicy liquor, sounding displeased: "Yu is still too young, not yet at the age for marriage. Besides, your brat isn’t even on my daughter’s radar."

Everyone knew how dear Ke Jun held his daughter, but since they were all old friends, none held back when it came to teasing.

Suddenly, one after another began to chime in.

"Oh my, aren’t we confident? With the achievements of Li’s son, your daughter is still too good for him?"

"What’s there to be too good for? Li’s son is so accomplished, even getting to show his face on television. Using young people’s words, Ke, do you understand how valuable that is?"

"That’s right. If you ask me, it’s almost a done deal. Let Li take his son over to your place to propose in a few days."

"Yes, yes, let’s propose!"

The group began to tease and jest.

Li, although jesting, indeed harbored that thought.