Chapter 363: Chapter 363 Lincheng Horror Story (Part 1)_1
This description looks incredibly vicious!
Fu Qian clasped his hands and clicked his tongue in admiration.
It was worth spending so many SAN Points.
Indeed, although the frequency of losing SAN Points greatly decreased due to the obstruction of the warehouse, thanks to his persistent reckless actions, he still managed to lose dozens of points.
But that wasn’t the end of it.
In the final moment, Fu Qian clearly felt that he had been locked on by that thing, and he intuitively knew that if he allowed it to invade him in reverse through the connection, he would likely lose more than just SAN Points.
Luckily, it was still worth it.
As his most lethal execution skill, the conditions for activating Visceral Critical Strike were undeniably stringent.
And just as he had worried before, many of the opponents he now faced were no longer so afraid of mere physical damage.
His own methods of attack were becoming increasingly varied, making Visceral Critical Strike seem somewhat redundant for a time.
Now, although the description is somewhat vague, taken literally, Visceral Critical Strike seems to have evolved into some sort of soul-piercing concept.
Ignoring everything, capable of damaging any form of existence.
This was undoubtedly not just a normal enhancement.
If this continues to develop, I wonder if there will come a day when I can directly dig into the kidneys of the True Gods.
It’s just a pity that this thing isn’t easy to test; for now, I can only wait for the next lucky contestant.
Overall, today’s mission was remarkably easy and pleasant, with unexpected gains, and Fu Qian was quite satisfied with it.
With this good mood, he immediately activated the mark.
“Didn’t you say you didn’t need to come over?”
Half an hour later, inside a fairly popular coffee shop, Fu Qian looked at his opposite number expressionlessly.
He had just activated the mark to return home and soon saw the troubling message.
“To show sincerity! It doesn’t work if I just say it with words.”
Sitting across from him was a thirty-something guy with a pair of black-framed glasses and slightly thinning hair.
This man’s name was Jiang Yuanliang, and he was an old acquaintance of Fu Qian’s.
To be precise, they had had professional dealings in the past.
As mentioned long ago, Fu Qian, as a freelancer, partly earned his living by providing copywriting for some indie games that might never get a chance to be released.
Considering that many of the producers were working out of passion, this was undoubtedly a tough job with meager rewards.
Fortunately for Fu Qian, his initial aim was more out of interest, and he didn’t plan to make much money from it.
And this Jiang Yuanliang was one of the more passable ones within this group.
After a few sporadic collaborations, Fu Qian had made some instant noodle money from him.
However, Jiang Yuanliang’s recent offers of collaboration had been turned down by Fu Qian, leaving him quite frustrated.
So, before coming to Lincheng on a business trip, Jiang Yuanliang had contacted Fu Qian multiple times in the hope of meeting him.
“I think I’ve made myself quite clear.”
His decision to meet this time was mainly due to two considerations.
One was that this guy had some sense of business ethics; although the price was low, he paid on time and didn’t default.
On the other hand, because of his resentfulness after being refused, his voice kept murmuring in Fu Qian’s head, which was extremely annoying. It almost drove Fu Qian to murderous thoughts, so he decided to deal with it.
“It seems you’re not under much financial pressure lately.”
Jiang Yuanliang simply chuckled in response to those words.
“Can’t I hear your terms first?”
Fu Qian gestured with his hand for him to speak.
“I know the remuneration I’ve given before really wasn’t much; it’s somewhat embarrassing compared to the quality of your work. But after all, we have limited conditions; we still need to consider the reality!”
“Moreover, I truly came here with sincerity this time, wanting to completely change our mode of cooperation, to formally invite you to join our team.”
Fu Qian had an expression that said, “So that’s how it is.”
“Considering the initial offer was too low, you were planning on not giving anything at all this time, right?”
“…You can’t understand it that way.”
“Then how should I understand it?”
Fu Qian shook his head.
“Forgive my bluntness, but throughout history, the worth of a writer has never been high. If you’re willing to spend just a little more, there will definitely be a bunch of people fighting to write to the point of going bald.”
“If all else fails, you can have them each write a piece, then afterwards tell them it’s not up to standard—getting something for nothing.”
Jiang Yuanliang immediately brightened, but after hesitating for a moment, he still shook his head.
“We are game developers with aspirations.”
“Forgive my bluntness, but that aspiration shouldn’t be about morality, should it?”
“Indeed not, actually, after you refused to cooperate, I have sought out numerous people, but without exception, none of them were satisfactory. They couldn’t write that twisted flavor.”
“I’ll tentatively take that as a compliment.”
“However, I’ve had some insights in my recent cultivation. The degree of distortion I can achieve is no longer something you mortals can endure, which is all the more reason not to share it.”
Having said that, Fu Qian very uprightly checked the time.
“That should be enough, I think I’ve spent eight minutes, adequately expressing my stance.”
The next moment, he stood up and reached out his hand, forcefully bringing the conversation to an end.
“I hope we’ve reached an understanding on this matter.”
As the saying goes, civility before force. If you keep nagging me every day after this, don’t blame me for being impolite with a mental shock.
Jiang Yuanliang was not one to be unaware of when to give up, and he somewhat regretfully shook hands.
Since the other party was too lazy to even listen to conditions, the chances he was posturing seemed genuinely slim.
“Regardless, if one day you find interest in this field again, make sure to look for me first.”
Fu Qian was noncommittal.
Just then, a voice called out from behind him.
Fu Qian turned around and greeted Tan Ying, who was waving.
“What a coincidence, you’re actually willing to come out!”
Tan Ying seemed surprised, as she had come in with another female companion to take a break.
“I didn’t interrupt your discussion, did I?”
“We’ve already finished talking.”
Fu Qian gave a cursory glance at the person beside Tan Ying.
If he remembered correctly, she should be one of the classmates from Tan Ying’s birthday party, but he couldn’t quite place which one exactly.
“Damn, no wonder you’re not lacking money!”
Although a techie at heart, Jiang Yuanliang had basic discernment skills, after all, he was part of the social world.
The person beside was alright, but Tan Ying—her style alone made it clear she was not from an ordinary family.
And seeing how familiar she was with Fu Qian, if the two were in a romantic relationship, Fu Qian probably wouldn’t have to worry about money ever again.
What folly! Another talented youth chooses a shortcut!
While Jiang Yuanliang was internally lamenting, Tan Ying’s female companion giggled and whispered something in her ear.
The next moment, Tan Ying’s eyes lit up, and she looked eagerly at Fu Qian.
“Professional security consultant, could I trouble you to help with something?”
“What do you need help with?”
“There’s a haunted house that’s said to have just opened nearby…”