75: Chapter 75 Mobile Game Gift Pack

He pushed open the door and headed toward the massage area.

Upon arriving at the massage area, a woman wearing a white bathrobe was already waiting.

She looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six, with decent features and an air of maturity about her.

"Mr. Chen, what kind of service would you like?"

"Something for sports recovery, I just finished working out."

"In that case, I recommend a deep tissue massage, which targets muscle soreness and knots after exercise."

"Sure, let's go with that."

The technician, Zhou, nodded, walked to the bed, straightened the sheets, and then turned to look at him.

"Alright. Please take off your bathrobe and lie face down on the bed. I'll go prepare the essential oils." Her tone was very natural, as if she were talking about the most mundane thing, and she turned to walk over to the small table nearby, beginning to fiddle with the bottles and jars.

Chen Fan paused, untied the belt at his waist, took off his bathrobe and draped it over the chair nearby, then lay face down on the massage bed.

Chen Fan lay on the bed, his face buried in the circular opening, his gaze fixed on the floor.

He could feel her standing by the bed, followed by the sound of a bottle being opened. A faint scent of essential oil drifted into his nose—not the overpowering kind, but one with a subtle woody fragrance, very light.

"Mr. Chen, let me help you relax your shoulders and neck first; this is where fatigue accumulates most easily."

As soon as she finished speaking, a pair of warm hands landed on his shoulders.

Her hands were very soft, palms warm, fingers slender. She pressed gently on the area above his shoulder blades.

"Did you train your upper body today?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"No wonder." Her fingers moved along his shoulders toward the center, stopping at his trapezius muscles. "It's a bit tight here; I'll massage this area a bit more later."

She didn't say anything more and began to focus on the massage.

Her technique was indeed good. It wasn't just a perfunctory touch; she found those sore points and pressed down with just the right amount of force.

Chen Fan closed his eyes, his breathing gradually steadying.

After an unknown amount of time, her voice sounded again.

"Mr. Chen, please turn over."

Chen Fan turned over, facing upward, then closed his eyes to continue dozing.

The technician began to massage Chen Fan's shoulders, then his arms, his thighs, slowly sliding down to Chen Fan's abdominal muscles.

Perhaps it was the decades of being a virgin in his past life, combined with being eighteen and full of vigor now, but under the technician's massage, he actually felt a bit heated. He had to clear his mind to avoid losing his composure.

After an unknown amount of time, her hands finally stopped.

"Alright, Mr. Chen, the ninety minutes are up." She straightened up, gently flexed her wrists, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Chen Fan opened his eyes, feeling as if he were floating on a cloud.

It wasn't the grogginess of just waking up, but a feeling of being completely refreshed. His muscles were still there, his bones were still there, but that tightness and exhaustion had been reduced by more than half.

"Pretty good." He sat up and flexed his shoulders.

The technician smiled, packed up her things, and left the room.

Chen Fan sat on the edge of the bed for a moment to recover before getting up to change his clothes.

When he left the club, the sky outside had gradually darkened.

Chen Fan took a deep breath, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

He took out his car keys and pressed them; not far away, the lights of his Porsche flashed twice.

He opened the car door, got in, started the engine, and drove into the night.

...

That night, Chen Fan lay in bed and opened the wealth store.

He looked at the items that had refreshed in the store.

[Single-player mobile game pack], 2 million wealth points.

[Product Description: After purchase, you can obtain the complete operational data packages for three unreleased classic single-player mobile games, including but not limited to: core gameplay design documents, numerical system frameworks, art style settings, operational activity plans, market promotion strategies, etc.]

He was stunned.

In his previous life, these three games were all phenomenal products.

"defend the carrot," a cute tower defense game, topped the Asian free charts in the month it was released.

"happy elimination," a national-level elimination game, with hundreds of millions of users.

"Tian Tian Ai Xiao Chu," relying on the WeChat channel, registered forty million users within ten days of launch.

All three were in this pack.

And it only cost 2 million wealth points.

Chen Fan stared at the screen for several seconds to make sure he wasn't seeing things, then clicked to purchase without hesitation.

After buying it, he leaned back against his pillow and began to calculate which one to do first.

Originally, he had planned to pick a project from the previous game pack, but now he had a better choice.

Among the three games, "Tian Tian Ai Xiao Chu" required WeChat's social chain to explode; in 2010, WeChat hadn't been released yet, so the timing wasn't right. "happy elimination" had complex level designs, and the numerical system needed repeated adjustments; the development cycle was too long, making it unsuitable for the first project.

The most suitable one was "defend the carrot."

This tower defense game had simple gameplay, low development difficulty, required no internet connection, no servers, and the in-app purchase model was very clear. In his previous life, it was launched in 2012, topped the Asian free charts that same month, and generated over ten million in iOS revenue.

Now that the team had just been formed and the technology was still being polished, it wasn't realistic to make a complex online game. "defend the carrot" had a short development cycle and low risk, making it perfect for practice, while incidentally earning the company its first pot of gold.

Once this was done and the team was well-coordinated, it wouldn't be too late to go back and make "happy elimination."

Chen Fan made up his mind, closed the store, and turned over.

...

For the following period, Chen Fan's main task was interviewing new employees.

Under the temptation of Chen Fan's salary, which was higher than the industry average, 90% of the positions were filled within a week.

Although there were still manpower gaps, the project could already proceed normally.

Monday morning.

Company conference room.

The small conference room was already full of people.

Chen Fan, sitting in the main seat, looked at the people attending the meeting.

A week had passed, and the company had reached 12 employees.

Apart from the administrator Qiao Linlin, HR manager Zhou Min, and finance staff Li Fang, the other nine people were the main employees of the game project, including the initial lead programmer, Zhang Tao.

Chen Fan's gaze swept across everyone's face.

Some were expectant, some curious, and some waited for him to speak with expressionless faces.

He cleared his throat.

"Everyone is here, so let's begin."

The conference room went quiet.

"Everyone has worked hard this past week. The team is set up, and the necessary equipment is in place." Chen Fan paused. "But building a team isn't the goal; creating things is."

He stood up, walked to the whiteboard, and picked up a marker.

"Today is mainly to set the direction for the first project."

The people below looked at each other, but no one spoke.