Zhao pulled Yang Xiao over to the sofa to sit down, curious, he asked, "Little Yang, how did you do it?"
"It’s just playing the script. My scripts are of high quality, which gave them an imrsive feeling," Yang Xiao boasted shalessly.
"Yeah, yeah, absolutely. I can testify to that. Teacher Yang has a real talent for playing NPCs. Boss, you didn’t see it, but those people were all crying. They passed out with excitent first and then woke up and continued to cry," Xiao i declared emphatically, saying that she had never seen players so invested during all the ti she had been there.
With the trouble already resolved, Yang Xiao, based on his personal experience, made so innovative suggestions for improving the Fengn Ghost Play script, including increasing the number of plastic mannequins. They could consider fitting simple chanisms on the mannequins to adjust their poses during the interval when lights go on and off to ramp up the scare factor. They could also consider having staff blend in with the mannequins and provide players with surprises at critical monts in the story.
Yang Xiao also modified so of the script’s stiff transitions. He drew inspiration from the tornts the ghosts in Feng Family Mansion subjected Yellow Hair and the others to and added so subplot narratives, proposing reward and penalty asures to further enrich the playability of the Fengn Ghost Play script.
"This proposal is good," Zhao imdiately recognized the foresight in these suggestions, based on his years of experience. "In this way, the content of the script is greatly enriched. Depending on the choices players make in the ga, different outcos will ensue, even influencing the life and death of other players."
"Hardcore players aiming to unlock all achievents would play through multiple tis. We could turn this script into a brand effect; maybe there’ll even be sequels in the future, instead of it being just a disposable item," Zhao said, becoming more excited. He pulled Yang Xiao to the script room and had him mark all the parts he thought needed improvent while Xiao i stood by, listening attentively and taking notes.
After all this, by the ti Yang Xiao got back to his apartnt, it had already turned dark. The scenes he had experienced at the Script Club flashed through his mind like a slideshow. He was very curious about what exactly had happened under that dark red vortex.
The more he thought about it, the less sense it made, so Yang Xiao decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to start collecting information actively. The Mirror Ghost and the Nine-Story Demon Tower were both major concerns for him.
There was still no news from the secret competition at Ru Lin Academy, so Yang Xiao’s hopes were now pinned on Peace Hotel. He tentatively sent a ssage to the hotel, hoping for a swift transaction.
The hotel responded quickly. The transaction was scheduled for midnight at 12 o’clock the next day, in Fierce Character Room No. 9.
Perhaps due to extre fatigue, Yang Xiao didn’t sleep well that night. He dread of many strange images, and when he woke up, it was already noon the next day. The first ssage on his phone was from Zhao, asking him to co to the club after seeing it.
"Yellow Hair and his gang dare to cause trouble again?" Having slept poorly, Yang Xiao left without eating, his mood sour as he hurried over.
But upon arriving at the Script Club, he was completely stunned by the sight before him. A long line was snaking outside the door, with several security guards working hard to maintain order.
Behind the glass door of the Script Club, it was even more crowded with people, and he could see a few uniford staff patiently explaining to everyone.
Yang Xiao didn’t see Yellow Hair and his gang, and this didn’t look like soone was making trouble at all. This... this clearly ant the script was a hit!
"Hey, dude, don’t cut in line, we’ve been here for an hour!" soone behind Yang Xiao said in a displeased tone.
Turning around, Yang Xiao saw a man in his early twenties with long hair, ear piercings, and a trendy duckbill cap on his head.
"Bro, why are so many people queuing up here?" Yang Xiao pretended to ask out of curiosity.
"To play the script. What, you don’t know?" The young man chewed his gum, his face full of confusion, as if wondering why Yang Xiao was there if he had no clue.
"I just happened to pass by and saw so many people queuing up. Are people these days really so bored? A script ga is getting this hot."
Seeing Yang Xiao knew nothing, the young man in a duckbill cap said mysteriously, "If you don’t know, don’t talk nonsense. This script is different from the others. No, this script is exclusive to this place, the Fengn Ghost Play!"
After a pause, the duckbill cap lowered his voice and showed a nervous yet thrilled expression, "Let tell you, this script has evilness to it, it truly has ghosts."
"Ghosts?"
"Yes, don’t you go online? This has been spreading all over. Yesterday, a few people ca to play, and as soon as the lights went out, they bumped into a ghost and were taken to an abandoned ancient mansion, which is the rumoured Eighteen Levels of Hell," the duckbill cap grew more sinister as he spoke, with a very serious expression.
Yang Xiao’s face turned awkward, "Co on, it can’t be that sinister."
"Hey, if you don’t believe it, forget it. Anyway, we want to give it a try. We’ve already made a bet with the girls from our company. We have to take a look. If we really see a ghost, that would be thrilling." The duckbill cap no longer paid attention to Yang Xiao and just queued up on his own.
However, the duckbill cap’s companion also spoke up, a slightly overweight, not very tall man, with very pale skin, who giggled with a sleazy smile, "What I heard is different from his. Those people did run into a ghost, but it was a female ghost, really pretty, a mature woman you know, who took them around a big mansion for fun. They played gas, the kind with punishnts. They were lying on the floor, and the female ghost rode on their backs and whipped them, heh heh heh..."
"It wasn’t a mature woman, but a blonde loli with animal ears, the kind that goes ’ow ow ow’ when you hit her. It’s definitely a female clerk from their Script Club in disguise. It’s all a gimmick," another companion with glasses licked his lips, "But I like it."
"What a ss this all is..."
Yang Xiao automatically ignored these people, but by now he had figured it out. It seed that those who were queuing were all attracted by the so-called supernatural event, which must have been spread by Yellow Hair and the others who were scared away yesterday.
"Little Yang, what are you doing here?"
Following the voice, Yang Xiao saw Zhao pushing through the crowd and coming over. It took quite an effort for him to drag Yang Xiao into the shop. Excitedly, Zhao told Yang Xiao that the Fengn Ghost Play script had suddenly beco popular, and he was also called over by the clerk.
But when Yang Xiao and he discussed the reason, Zhao waved it off, laughing, "How it got popular isn’t important, the important thing is that it’s hot now. And I’ve studied this script carefully—it’s high quality, it won’t let everyone down."
Yang Xiao had confidence in his own script, but a script ga takes a long ti to prepare. Looking at the long line outside the door, even queuing up all day wouldn’t guarantee a turn. Zhao had a plan for this too; he patted Yang Xiao on the shoulder to reassure him: "Don’t be silly, do you think these people are all here for so ghost? Many of them aren’t that brave, they just co to check in, randomly pick a not-so-scary script to play, then take a group photo and post it on their circles of friends."
Soon enough, Zhao’s words were proven true as they saw several very kawaii girls gathered around a life-sized cutout of a red-dressed female ghost, posing for photos, frequently adjusting their positions, taking turns being in the center. A female clerk was squatting down to take pictures for them.
Yang Xiao could even imagine how absurd the girls’ social dia posts would be, including but not limited to "Lucky to et the Red Dress Sister, she’s so cool," or "It was nothing special, played with a poker face till the end, even fell asleep in the middle, got woken up by a ghost."
While instructing the clerks to hurry up with distributing souvenirs to the custors, Zhao pulled Yang Xiao into the boss’s office and closed the door. The excitent on Zhao’s face was unmistakable, "Little Yang, I really underestimated you. You’re so smart; not only did you scare off those hoodlums yesterday, but you also stirred up this event. This is a huge traffic wave; we must seize it!"
"Zhao, listen to , I really..."
Zhao hurriedly waved his hand, showing a knowing smile like a sly fox, "I get it, I get everything, ah, making money, right? But this ghost stunt in a horror script was a great marketing success!"
"Little Yang, you are a genius!" Zhao raised his thumb in approval.
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