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Exactly, talent is hard to come by—this is Evan's true thought now.
What Evan told Emily was also the truth. At first, Evan really didn't want to make browser games, because in his past life, what were browser games?
If it were Evan from that time, he would ask with disdain:
"Can browser games even be considered games?"
Then he would flick a booger to express his contempt. This was Evan's true attitude towards browser games in the past.
But in life, one always has to make choices:
To chew on ideals and die in the cold wind?
Or to have bread in hand and wait for that day when spring arrives and flowers bloom?
Evan's choice was obvious.
And now what he's troubled by is that the difficult times have passed. He wants to start pursuing his ideals, but there's no one to use.
The R&D team that spent two months developing Swallowing Heaven and Earth?
They are fine for maintaining what exists, but asking them to develop new games would really be... This is also why he told Owen to recruit the two young people Silver Ridge sent over before. Having anyone available is good enough, no need to be too picky.
Besides that, Evan also commissioned a headhunting company, but progress was still not smooth.
In a big city like Harborview City, a cultural and entertainment hub, hundreds of game developers resign almost every day, but at the same time, thousands more are onboarding. Here, as long as you wave money, you never have to worry about not finding suitable people.
The above was the market situation Evan understood when he was at Harborview University.
However, after Evan's "order" was listed with the headhunters for two weeks, the headhunters reluctantly informed Evan:
There were many qualified game developers he wanted, but even more turned and left as soon as they heard it was for Northfield City, a standard second-tier inland city.
"They believe the opportunities available in a big city like Harborview City are something your high salary cannot compensate for," the headhunter replied.
This was something Evan couldn't do anything about. He really wanted to grab each person by the collar and tell him: "Come to my place, food and accommodation provided, and together we'll create the world's number one game!"
However, upon closer thought, it seemed every boss said the same thing when new employees joined?
Then Evan thought, now that the company has achieved some results, dominating the browser game industry—it's too early to say number one, but it can be considered one of the top game companies in the country. Now that news is out about making a major production game, and those who come will be founding members, it should be simpler, right?
"Sorry, your company's browser games are not my area of expertise."
"Sorry, your company's specialty is browser games. Isn't a sudden transformation a bit ill-considered?"
"Sorry, your company's corporate culture doesn't quite suit me."
"Sorry,..."
Still endless rejections. Evan was speechless, even considering whether to relocate the company.
At the family dinner, Evan told his father about his troubles, seeking a solution.
Evan always felt that if his father were a pure professional manager, his achievements would definitely be much higher than they are now. Just looking at the company's stability, one could tell that his father was indeed very capable. Dad, your talent really isn't in games, but in management! Evan silently thought to himself.
After listening to Evan's problem, Frank closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then summarized for Evan:
"So, you've hit a bottleneck in development, and your employees can't keep up with your pace?"
Evan nodded like a pecking chick. "Exactly, Dad, do you have a solution?"
Frank tapped his fingers. "No solution."
Evan couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment:
"You sounded so professional just now, I thought you had it all figured out."
Frank chuckled:
"The company is in your hands now, it's your company. Of course, you have to figure things out for your own company."
"However, I don't have a solution, but I do have one or two suggestions."
"I don't really understand your browser games now, but I do understand what you mean by making a name for yourself. In other words, Redbird is now in your hands, neither too high nor too low. Highly skilled game developers disdain coming to our small city to gamble on an uncertain future with you. And less skilled people aren't much use in your plans, and you don't think much of them either."
Evan clapped his hands. "Dad, you're absolutely right! So, what suggestions do you have for your dear heir?"
Frank shook his head with a smile, fumbling for a cigarette and lighting it, then thought for a moment and said:
"I remember you said you won the championship in that graduation project competition before? I was probably being completely overwhelmed by everything at the time, and I didn't even call you. That was my failure."
Evan was silent for a moment, then softly said: "You weren't doing well during that period either, it's nothing. Besides, didn't I tell you many times before I went to Harborview City that I could take care of myself?"
"I know, you've been very independent since you were little. When I was young, my mother always used to say, 'Look at other people's children, how good they are.' I never expected my son to become 'other people's child.'"
Frank's words were convoluted, but Evan could hear the pride in them.
"Later, during the two days I stayed in the hospital, I also looked for reports about your championship. You did very well."
"I remember after you won the championship, you mentioned that supposedly very important code, something about recursion—I don't quite understand it, but it was very important, right? Didn't you say that code was made public?"
"I think this is a point that can be leveraged. Your school, as far as I know, has its outstanding graduates courted by Harborview University every year. And for someone like you who directly published the source code, you might have lost a little profit, but Harborview University gained real academic prestige and reputation. So, to put it plainly, Harborview University owes you a favor. Go to them for help, and don't even mention wanting talent or anything like that. Just say you're offering excellent internship positions. As for management talent, inquire carefully. Based on your dad's experience, that should also be manageable."
Evan's eyes lit up at this:
"The older the ginger, the spicier! Your son thanks his dear father for his guidance!"
Frank instantly looked exasperated. "Get lost, get lost. If you want to go out, hurry up and bring your girlfriend back early so your mom and I can meet her."
Evan instantly felt a bit awkward. "No... not... it's still early."
Seeing this, Frank got even angrier. "Where's that vigor you had just now? Go, go! If it really doesn't work, invite her home, and your mom and I will sound her out for you."
Evan didn't answer and just slipped away. He had to admit, parents during the New Year are really too agitated.
In a small cafe in Northfield City, Emily sat by the window, bored, watching the swirling snowflakes outside.
It was already two days before the New Year, meaning the year would end in just two days.
The streets were bustling with people buying New Year's goods, and there were also students on holiday taking advantage of their families preparing for the New Year to sneak out and play. The small city was filled with a festive atmosphere.
Emily's vision darkened for a moment, then someone appeared opposite her.
She looked up at Evan, who had just sat down opposite her, and said softly with a hint of helplessness:
"Why did you ask me out? I even lied to my mom to come out today."
Evan said with a grin: "Your mom would probably be very happy to let you out if she knew it was me who invited you. Why did you have to lie?"
Emily let out a heavy "Hmph" and ignored Evan's words.
Evan didn't press the issue and pointed to the opposite side of the cafe. "Today I asked you to help me with something, to choose this."
Across from the cafe stood a wedding dress shop.
Seeing this, Emily spat out her coffee directly: "???"