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I Just Want Players to Save Money, They Insist on Giving Me!

Ke Jin transmigrated into an era where gaming was in utter chaos. Everyone here deeply believed in the notion of buying happiness with money, as game companies ran wild with various schemes to trick and force players to spend. As a game enthusiast from his past life, Ke Jin felt like he was in a world without sunlight. Luckily, he obtained the Free Game Production System! Players could get the ultimate reward of the "Complete Collection of All Game Design Schemes" without spending a single cent! Not spending money? How hard could that be? Heap on the benefits! Give away 50 consecutive draws during the summer heatwave! Give away 100 draws on the second day after the server opens! Due to the game reaching 50 daily active users, we are issuing a cool skin set originally priced at 999! The planner's niece just turned 17 years and three months plus 7 days old, so we're giving away 50,000 crystals! My sincerity is almost flooding the players. Surely nobody will spend now, right? Secretary: Mr. Ke, good news! Our newly launched game has just reached over a hundred million in daily transaction volume on its first day! Ke Jin: Huh? How is that good news... No, what about the other game? The one where we give full 100-99 discount vouchers upon starting, isn't its sales terrible? Looking puzzled, the secretary said while anticipating the boss's reaction: They've been shouting things like 'what a conscientious company' and 'if we don't spend, they'll go bankrupt,' so they just topped up. That game sold a whopping one hundred million copies globally. Congratulations on making a billion! "......" At 3:30 a.m., lying in bed, Ke Jin was wide awake, unable to sleep. He posted a status: Please, I beg you, stop spending. You guys are really making it hard for me... Player: Understood, Mr. Ke is hinting life is hard, brothers, let's step up! Charge it!

Chen Tang Resting on the Moon · Urban
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310 Chs

Chapter 73: Pubg Livestream, Sneaking on Air!_3

Translator: 549690339

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Staring at the mirror as my mouth was filled with white foam that almost completely concealed its shape

a lightbulb suddenly went off in Yuan Qiaoqing's head.

"Got it!"

"I've got it!!"

After a few gurgles of mouthwash and a haphazard wipe of my face.

Yuan Qiaoqing hurriedly walked through the third floor corridor and burst into her pink, girly computer room.

She quickly turned on the computer, put on her fluffy cat ear headphones, and briskly reviewed her tactical plan in her mind.

According to the deal with Old Deng,

Pubg needed to gain enough popularity to randomly appear to him before Old Deng would lend a helping hand and pull in top players.

In essence, this was equivalent to inadvertently blocking my own technique of throwing money around.

Heat generated that way is useless; no matter how many paid posters you buy, it'll only make the data look good.

To pop up on the hot search of middle-aged people's browsers, it must be a genuinely hot topic.