And when I heard Ding Sanshi’s words, Netease executives were also lost in thought.
Sorry for coming late.
Chapter four hundred and twenty Ding Sanshi had a cow
Three minutes
A full three minutes passed.
There was also breathing in the conference room, and no one at the top dared to answer Ding Sanshi’s question.
And seeing here, Ding Sanshi is also in no hurry to pick up the glass and take another sip of water.
Look at all the high-level Ding Sanshi, who was deep in thought, said.
"This is because our game has changed."
"With the introduction of some games such as pesticide competition, domestic self-developed role-playing turn-based games like Fantasy Westward Journey began to slide, but I dare say that China still has our Fantasy Westward Journey or remains profitable. Why?"
"Is it because the current planning is very good?"
Speaking of which, Ding Sanshi struck the table hard.
"no!"
"That’s because many of our Fantasy Westward Journey are players who have grown up with Fantasy Westward Journey."
"Fantasy Westward Journey was launched in 3 years."
"Yu Dong came to ask you what you did in three years?"
Ding Sanshi said, aiming at the youngest director in the conference room, and Yu Dong, who was named by Ding Sanshi, also faltered for a long time and didn’t speak.
See here Ding Sanshi then says
"What, I didn’t intervene and plan to adjust the top management of Fantasy Westward Journey Company?"
"That’s because many of them are following our Netease to help us play more than half of the Jiangshan elders."
"But people will change their ambitions. As your income increases, your position will get bigger and bigger."
"But before, I strictly asked many people in the company that no one dared to tamper with the company, so how did the money come from?"
"Of course, take it from the player, but is the player willing to give it?"
Speaking of which, Ding Sanshi slapped the table for the second time.
"Players certainly don’t want to give it!"
"But they can’t help it."
"Because they have feelings for this game, they love it."
"But if you look at the players who are now dreaming of going west, are their eyes full of disappointment?"
"Is this true from around 1 year to 14 years?"
Ding Sanshi finished speaking, and the meeting room was quiet. There was no sound at all.
"until old urk appeared"
Speaking of which, Ding Sanshi’s eyes are also full of joy
"These little guys are full of feelings for the fantasy westward journey. Have you high-level people done it in their own way to prop up the whole game?"
Speaking of which, Ding Sanshi’s anger is another strike table
This three-time strike table has made all the high-level departments shut their mouths because they have never seen Ding Sanshi so angry at them.
And when it comes to this, Ding Sanshi turned around and went back to the previous question
"Didn’t all of you ask me what I wanted to make such a team with flu?"
"Aren’t you asking me what to do if the dreamer team loses?"
"Before answering you, I want to ask you a few questions."
"Did the former urk encounter danger many times when he was still dreaming of a journey to the West?"