Zhuang Yuxing was still a little stunned when he received Zhuang Yi's call. The news that Zhuang Yi had canceled the development of Thunderbolt Wargod and changed to a new game was widely spread among his brothers. Many people thought that Zhuang Yi had gone completely stupid and that his brain had been squeezed by a door.
"He really created a new game.”Zhuang Yuxing clicked his tongue. He would not try to persuade Zhuang Yi."Same price. Top cinematic costs 10 million per minute, inferior cinematic costs 5 million, and the lowest cinematic costs 1 million per minute.”
"I wiped a DJ!" Zhuang Yi's eyes widened. He had originally wanted to add CG at the beginning and end of each level of Meteor Butterfly Sword. If he followed this requirement, the CG of the nine levels would take about five minutes. Then the price of a top-notch cinematic would be 50 million.
If the first minute of cinematic was included, well, six minutes of cinematic, the best would cost 60 million, and the worst would cost 30 million.
"F * ck, no wonder he spent ten years making games and nine years doing CG.”Zhuang Yi rubbed his face and said fiercely,""Do, do the best cinematic. Six minutes, 60 million. I'll transfer 30 million to you first. When it's done, I'll transfer the remaining 30 million to you.”
Zhuang Yuxing nodded and said,""You can do it, but do you have enough money?”
"If it's not enough, I still have an Aston Martin One-77!”
"Deal. Send me the script and original art, and I'll give you the results in half a month!”
"Good!" Zhuang Yi directly handed the story, dialogue, and original art of Meteor Butterfly Sword to Zhuang Xingyu. This guy's CG was outstanding, but it was expensive.
He had spent half of the 30 million yuan, leaving only 10 million yuan in his card. Zhuang Yi slammed the table hard. He had thought that 40 million yuan would be enough for the cinematic of the game, but he did not expect to spend 60 million yuan.
If he didn't have enough money, he could sell things, but the CG quality of the game couldn't be weak. He wanted to make a classic game, a game that would shock the entire world.
"Selling the Aston Martin One-77 and the Thunder God of War!”
Zhuang Yi immediately made up his mind. He called Xiao Ai and edited the content: " Selling Aston Martin's one-77, bought a little over a year ago...
Selling Thunder God of War, a game that is about to be completed, development costs 211 million, publicity costs 101.32 million, now packaged for sale, if interested, privately chat with me in detail."
Zhuang Yi chose to sell the Aston Martin and the game Thunder God of War. What the system needed to develop games was praise points, not money.
A good game could bring countless praise points. Even if Zhuang Yi had to sell everything, he would still make a high-quality game.
After editing the content, Zhuang Yi posted it on Weibo, Tieba, second-hand cars, and other places.
Following Zhuang Yi's actions, it caused a huge uproar in the Dragon Country. Zhuang Yi's Weibo had already exploded with people watching him.
"F * ck, Young Master Zhuang is selling his beloved car and games? What happened to Young Master Zhuang? Did something happen?”
"Thunder War God? Wasn't Thunder God of War quite popular? It looked like it was exquisitely made and the cinematic was quite enjoyable to watch. Why was he selling it?”
"F * ck, Aston Martin, a 50 million car. I can't imagine the life of a rich person.”
"Who can afford such a thing? A car worth 50 million yuan. I haven't had the chance to drive it much.”
"Holy sh * t. As expected, poverty has limited my imagination.”
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