I! Game Designer! Drive the Little Girl Crazy at the Start

in the theater.

Zhou Tianhua announced the news that the investment was in place, a full one billion yuan, which was enough for them to take the best picture of the Emperor Burial!

The crew members all had happy smiles on their faces.

Liang Jingjing's eyes lit up, the big stone in her heart fell, and her mood gradually flew.

"Can continue to shoot..."

She is just a little-known star, and she cherishes this opportunity. After all, although there are not many roles, it can be regarded as a role that runs through the whole play.

The most important thing is that she likes the story of burying the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven very much, and even after reading the script, she deliberately ordered a knight's journey.

"Sister Yan, which investor entered the market so quickly?"

Liang Jingjing spoke curiously.

The agent Jiang Yan was better informed, and his expression was a bit complicated at this time.

She seems to have suffered a huge reshaping of her three views. "Forty Twenty"

"It is said that Qiu Yaoyang's fans raised funds in two days."

"Two days? One billion? Are Qiu Yaoyang's fans so rich?"

"No, they have a limit, and a person can donate a maximum of 1,000."

Liang Jingjing's expression gradually changed, and finally settled on the extremely complicated expression, and sighed deeply.

"I really want to have such fans..."

In two days, each person can donate a maximum of 1,000. Under such restrictions, they can make up a billion.

Fans' fighting power is amazing. I heard that Qiu Yaoyang is still very handsome. If he enters the entertainment industry, it is estimated that there will be nothing wrong with those traffic niches.

Jiang Yan's face became very strange, he hesitated, and finally broke Liang Jingjing's fantasy.

"I feel that you don't have it, and you don't want to have it, and even if you have it, you probably won't be able to bear it. Anyway, you can see it by looking at Weibo..."

She shook her head, her tone a little speechless.

She is very envious of such fans.

But I don't think I can own it, nor do I think Liang Jingjing's ability to bear is so great.

"How can you not want to have, such fans are so powerful..."

Liang Jingjing doesn't know. So, how could such a good fan not want to have it?

She skillfully opened Weibo with her mobile phone and found Qiu Yaoyang's Weibo.

After crowdfunding, the players were too busy, chatting in Qiu Yaoyang's previous news about the endless deep space.

Yes, in Liang Jingjing's opinion, these fans are chatting on Weibo, and the number of replies dazzles her and makes her envious, but after really reading the content seriously.

Liang Jingjing's complexion slowly began to become solemn, and her eyes became dull.

"Thanks to our quick action, we established the anti-bankruptcy fund for thief Qiu, otherwise thief Qiu would have to face the pressure of bankruptcy, sigh, now that I think about it, we are really caring little padded jackets, especially wanting to cut thief Qiu with a knife, it's not too much. "

"It's not too much. I just had a dream that someone told me that Qiu thief was bankrupt. At that time, I didn't hesitate to punch the rumor maker, and then I punched a wave of Qiu thieves... The thief is comfortable."

"Although Thief Qiu is real Dogecoin, who let my eldest son be in his hands? I heard that there are new games, alas, it's one thing to play or not, I just want to see Thief Qiu working hard to make games. !"

"Hahaha if there are people upstairs, I don't know, but I think it makes perfect sense!"

The players built the buildings layer by layer, and what they said were not human words, and they were full of malice at a glance.

Liang Jingjing's eyes were stunned, but she didn't expect that the true love fan she was thinking of, the style of painting didn't seem right.

She suddenly remembered that when Zhou Tianhua announced the news of the investment, he said "Qiu Thief Anti-Bankruptcy Fund".

At that time, Liang Jingjing hadn't thought about it, her mind was full of excitement, now it seems...

This is simply the fans' deep 'love' for Qiu Yaoyang!

Liang Jingjing 'chat' looked at them one by one, and she became more and more speechless.

But suddenly, a new update appeared on Qiu Yaoyang's Weibo.

"Are you floating, or am I unable to lift the knife? Bankrupt? You are bankrupt, Laozi will not go bankrupt..."

Behind this dynamic, there is also a bloody knife emoji, which looks murderous.

Liang Jingjing felt a chill in her heart when she saw it, her eyes became even more blank, and she was still puzzled.

"Fans have just crowdfunded and invested, and it's really good to just hate fans like this?"

"You can see if you look down, his fans... not very ordinary."

Jiang Yan's expression was a bit weird and her tone was complicated, making Liang Jingjing puzzled.

Liang Jingjing clicked into the comments to take a closer look.

The speed of building the building on Weibo suddenly slowed down, as if the players did not expect that Qiu Yaoyang really appeared...  

"Damn, the thief Qiu cheated on his corpse. He didn't sweep his tomb. He climbed out. Quickly shove him back. I'm holding down the coffin board."

"What are you doing out? Go back, go back, go back to your game!"

"Dude, what are you playing on Weibo? Don't play games when you're lazy? The donkeys in the production team don't dare to rest like this."

"Hurry up and make some krypton gold games. Can you make a game that I am satisfied with, Xiaoqiu, I have always been very dissatisfied with your game, can you work harder?"

Seeing this scene, Liang Jingjing really felt that her eyes were opened, this group of fans are too skinny.

Look, does this speak human words? The donkeys of the production team all came out.

Also, Xiaoqiu has come out...

Before Liang Jingjing could get away from the fans' replies, she found out that Qiu Yaoyang was so angry that he ended up fighting.

"Speak and do things with a little brain, and the donkeys of the production team also have vacations."

"You guys are too good at making troubles. You curse me to go bankrupt every day, you're crazy, or are you still busy?"

Fans laughed and laughed when they saw Qiu Yaoyang playing a tuba and tearing up.

Thief Qiu felt their love.

"Go back and play games, how can you speak."

In response, Qiu Yaoyang just replied.

"Have you started to cultivate immortals? Have you cleared the Sekiro Hell Mode? Has Endless Deep Space left the Novice Planet 5.4? I think about my body three times a day, and my heart is a bit overwhelming!!! It is necessary to have no brains, no consciousness, no consciousness, even a I can't find any bugs, what do I want you to do?"

The players racked their brains and tried all kinds of hatred against Qiu Yaoyang, intending to be flopped, but they were stimulated to doubt their life by the questioning of Qiu Yaoyang's soul.

"It was targeted."

"Have been offended, Qiu Thief is too much, too much!!"

"I feel like I was hit by Qiu Thief's Versailles. As for the keyboard warrior team, the stage is for you, go..."

Liang Jingjing looked at the suddenly lively Weibo, and couldn't help swallowing, not knowing how to react.

Are players not gods? Not a food and clothing parent? Is there such a thing as harassing players?

"This President Qiu is so cruel..."

This game designer is so cruel! .