I Just Want Players to Save Money, They Insist on Giving Me!-Chapter 50 - 27 The Head of Ke Jins Haters_3

There were a few who played with a trial mindset and then had a wonderful chemical reaction with the game.

Most of them were high-pressure individuals, students who had homework until two in the morning.

Overworked adults like Chang Le, busy with socializing.

Couples in long-distance relationships who didn’t get their parents’ understanding.

And various kinds of pressures.

Many people who couldn’t vent their frustration in life gradually relaxed their tense nerves after trying the game for a few rounds.

And they even started recommending the game to their friends and family spontaneously.

Three days later.

Staring at the backend data, Gou Chehua fell into thought.

The first day’s revenue was less than three thousand yuan.

On the second day, the revenue started to charge toward the ten thousand mark.

But the data was not as ideal as he had imagined.

“Is it still lacking promotion, after all…”

“The quality of the game is really not bad, though…”

“What should I do?”

Looking at the somewhat anxious data, Gou Chehua’s brows were deeply furrowed.

Meanwhile, our Designer Ke.

Ke Jin was leisurely playing games.

The games at Blue Star were truly lackluster, fortunately, he had developed a few new games to temporarily alleviate the boredom.

He had been playing for three days straight.

During these three days, he also kept an eye on the system interface’s revenue and payment rate.

What reassured him this time was.

The revenue really hadn’t gone up! It still hadn’t sold twenty thousand.

The payment rate was also hovering around the 60% mark.

Although compared to other games, this payment rate was still considerable.

But for the system’s task of “below 80% is acceptable,” it was still far off.

This was the reason Ke Jin was content and immersed in the game.

“Sure enough, I knew there was a problem with me; as long as the pricing isn’t done by me, it’s as stable as an old dog.”

“It has to be Hua Zi; he didn’t misjudge.” Just as Ke Jin was thinking this to himself,

A broad northeastern accent suddenly came through the headphones.

But the voice also carried a bit of a cute, soft charm.

Giving off a rather disjointed feeling.

Okay, in plain language, it was the dialect of Little Clip from the Northeast.

It might be robust, but the voice was indeed nice.

It was the uniquely sweet tone of a young girl.

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“Brother, you didn’t show up at the auditorium; where are you at?”

“Me?” Ke Jin glanced at the screen and immediately curled his lips into a smile: “I am right behind you.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another panicked cry came through the headphones.

“Ahhhh!!! You mua sneak-attacked me, you…”

Little Clip’s voice was cut off abruptly.

Pfft!

Blood splattered.

Game over!

Ke Jin slammed the spacebar, bringing an end to a round of Goose Duck Kill with a swift knife strike.

In the previous game, he was the Duck, and Little Clip was a random Pelican; the two strangers had an unspoken understanding and covered for each other early on.

After other players were assassinated.

The two, who had been seemingly empathetic, instantly turned against each other.

Only, Ke Jin was more skillful and managed to deceive her into the auditorium area with a feint, then moved in from the shadows for a sneak-attack assassination!

“Ahhhhh! I’m so pissed! Such a perfect endgame! Just a little more and I could have reached Gold!” After the game, Little Clip was still furiously typing on the public screen.

But her ID had been censored.

This was a little mechanism added by Ke Jin; after exiting a game, IDs could only be displayed as gibberish.

To prevent highly-ranked random players from remembering others’ IDs and then colluding against them in the next game.

“It means you don’t have the quality for Gold,” Ke Jin casually typed.

The girl was quick to jab back.

“You kid! If you dare, give me your address! I’ll knock your cockiness off! I must slap your face!”

“Sure, sure, sure.” Ke Jin brushed it off, with no intention of getting into an internet argument with this little brat.

Bro, when I was shining bright on the rude stage in my previous life, you didn’t even know where to play in the mud.

He was about to exit.

When suddenly the other side said,

“By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask, why did you pick a couple’s ID with me, huh?”

“What? What’s your ID?” Ke Jin paused, glanced at his own ID.

Wise Men Don’t Fall in Love.

Could it be her ID was For You, I Won’t Play The Sage?

He hadn’t paid much attention to other people’s IDs when he was fully focused on the game.

After all, who could remember a dozen IDs in one go?

But even if her ID was that one, it’s quite common online and nothing unusual.

At the next moment,

A pink, floral-dress-wearing dopey goose entered his team channel.

Ke Jin took a close look at that ID.

Stewed Goose in Iron Pot.

Right, definitely had a strong Northeastern charm.

“This hardly counts as a couple’s ID…” Ke Jin was speechless and just opened his mic.

Since she was in his team anyway, he was too lazy to type.

“Just tell me if it’s catchy or not.” Little Clip’s voice came through again: “If it wasn’t because your girl already has someone she likes, she’d seriously give you a whirl in an online romance.”