"What? Game console production can start this afternoon?"
"By this afternoon, we should be able to produce at least twenty units?"
"I'll take them all! As long as I can have them all today, I can pay in full for your game consoles now."
Upon hearing Takayuki's brief description of the company's current situation, Masashi Ota immediately decided without hesitation to buy over twenty game consoles.
He had already taken out five hundred thousand yen in cash from his wallet, and at the same time, he was planning to go to the nearby bank immediately to withdraw more.
And he had no intention of bargaining whatsoever.
Takayuki was also surprised by Masashi Ota's generosity.
However, he quickly understood what the other party was thinking.
The game consoles should be very popular by now, with many children and even adults starting to show interest in this new entertainment product.
So, by a month later, their side should have a decent profit from the official release.
Until now, Takayuki had intended to use the arcade as a promotional channel.
Moreover, this channel was free, and people were even willing to pay him for it, which was a rare opportunity for promotion.
At the same time, Takayuki also thought Masashi Ota was quite a shrewd guy. He immediately recognized the value of this thing, was very proactive, and eagerly approached him just to make more money as soon as possible.
It's most enjoyable to work with such people, straightforwardly.
However, for now, Takayuki still intended to give Masashi Ota a precaution: "Ota-san, my advice is not to make any additional purchases because we are about to start mass production. If you can wait for a week, you can buy the game console for two hundred thousand yen. In two weeks, you can buy it for fifty thousand yen, and in a month, the price will be even lower."
After all, the cost price of this thing is just over two thousand yen. Even if it's sold for five thousand yen each, the profit will double.
"No, I want them now, but not too many. Twenty-five units, at most twenty-five units are enough." Masashi Ota shook his head.
He knew better than anyone how terrifying the profits from this thing could be now.
Takayuki's advice might be good; waiting a week could save him a hundred thousand yen per unit of game console, which would be equivalent to saving a million yen.
But sometimes making money is about racing against time.
Saving a million now could lead to earning two million less in a week, and he could understand this calculation very well.
Now that this thing is so popular, but after a week, there may be changes, and these kids will gradually get bored.
So even if a game console costs two hundred thousand yen now, he decided to buy it.
"Well, you should be able to pick them up by the end of the afternoon."
If it weren't for his pride, Masashi Ota would have gone up to help assemble the machines himself, without even asking for commission.
But Takayuki couldn't possibly let him help.
Suddenly, Takayuki remembered a joke about a boss from his previous life going to the factory to screw in screws, and the current scene was somewhat similar.
In the afternoon, Honda Rimi and others came to work as agreed. Every time someone passed by Masashi Ota, he would enthusiastically hand them a cigarette or a bottle of water, a piece of dessert, or something similar, and kept saying, "Thank you for your hard work, I'm counting on you for everything."
This confused Honda Rimi and the others, thinking that this bald guy was a shareholder of the company.
After some training from Takayuki before, they could each work on assembling the machines.
And even Sayuroi, who had nothing to do, ran up to help assemble the game consoles.
When she found out that she could earn an extra five hundred yen for assembling one, she couldn't help it.
Whatever it was, she had to help.
Helpless, Takayuki let her go for the time being. At least for a short time, Sayuri's role was not significant; she only needed to be responsible for optimizing the hardware of the game consoles later.
Then Takayuki stayed downstairs, leaning on the desk, typing on the computer to continue coding, making "Dragon Quest."
He had already completed half of "Dragon Quest," and it should be all done in a few days.
All that was left was to find an artist to add some original artwork settings to the game, and everything would be done.
In fact, the first generation of "Dragon Quest" initially didn't attract players very strongly. The reasons for its success were somewhat coincidental.
But the subsequent second and third generations almost completely laid the direction for the development of role-playing games, establishing a template.
Many subsequent games were almost continuously optimized based on the shadow of "Dragon Quest."
For example, the side mission system, equipment, level, cave exploration, random encounters, and so on.
Of course, the story itself also had some appeal.
Takayuki planned to use the core plot of the first generation, combined with the game template optimized in the second and third generations, to create a "Dragon Quest" that would be fully playable from the beginning, extracting the essence and eliminating the dross, while also improving the graphics slightly to make the characters look more vivid.
It's just that this would consume more hair and code more, but it's better than the AAA games made by hundreds of people in later generations.
Masashi Ota, who was idle waiting for the game consoles to be assembled, also came to Takayuki's side, curious to see the dense code on the computer screen.
Looking at those codes, he felt a moment of dizziness, and only occasionally jumping out of the game screen would make him feel a little better.
"Takayuki, what's this?" Masashi Ota found that the game screens seemed unrelated to Super Mario, and his keen sense of business once again made him realize something.
"Oh, this? It's a new game. A game console can run not only one game, but I plan to have more games, more options, just like TV programs, there will always be people who like this and people who like that."
Masashi Ota's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.
Takayuki's explanation was already quite straightforward.
Indeed, he also found that in his arcade, a small number of children who came in out of curiosity would leave soon after watching others play Super Mario for a while.
He could tell that some children were not interested in Super Mario.
But probably only about three or four.
This also indirectly indicates how high the quality of Super Mario itself is.
Almost like a highly-rated TV drama, over ninety percent of the children like this game.
And now Takayuki said there would be more games, which means a larger audience.
Moreover, children who might have become bored with playing Super Mario might become interested in new games, just like being interested in new TV shows.
In this way, the profits his game console could bring would be even higher!
"Takayuki, is this game included in the game consoles we're making later?"
Takayuki turned around, showing a kind expression. "Sorry, no, this you'll have to buy separately."
Masashi Ota: "..."
This smile didn't look kind no matter how you looked at it.
Instead, it was full of cunning.
"Then... do I only need to buy one or..."
"One machine, one copy."
"How much is it per copy, Takayuki?" Masashi Ota suddenly felt a bit humble.
But it's obviously a seller's market now. If Takayuki doesn't provide his products, he will have no way.
Because so far, it seems that no one else is doing the same thing as Takayuki.
"Compared to the game console you're buying, the game is actually cheap. I don't intend to rip you off in this regard, after all, if possible, I'd like to do business with you all the time, and, are you interested in doing bigger business?"
Masashi Ota's heart suddenly beat violently for a few moments.
But he, who had been through many trials and tribulations, wouldn't show it on his face.
"Big business? What kind of big business?"
"About, a business of several tens of billions, I suppose." Takayuki turned back to look at the computer screen, checking for errors in the code, while saying lightly.
As if several tens of billions were not a particularly noteworthy number at all.
Masashi Ota suddenly felt a hundred times more energetic.