The next day, on the way to apply for a visa, Su Budong passed by a supermarket and bought a game newspaper issued on the same day. On the front page, he saw his name.

"Win the Big Prize Four, Fighting Dragons and Becoming the Gods in One Day!"

Su Budong was drinking coffee while looking at the front page article, which said: "No matter from which perspective, Zhanlong is the most successful game company this year, and there is no need to add the word 'one'."

"But I also heard this view that Zhanlong's success is because the games made by other game manufacturers are not that interesting... I don't think this is the case. The games made by others are also very interesting, but Zhanlong and Su Budong are more able to grasp what players want, which is very important..."

After drinking a can of coffee in Su Budong, he read the article four times from beginning to end. Several views in the article are very novel and interesting, and he likes such views very much.

After getting visas at the embassy, ​​Su Budong then took the flight to Xiangjiang and went to the next place without stopping. Little did he know how much shock the dreamy night brought to the industry last night...

First of all, it was the old man, Hiroshi Yamauchi. He was not concerned about how many awards Nintendo won, but asked with concern: "So, have Sega and Zhanlong started to contact now?"

Nintendo Hell Dog, Advertising Minister Hung Shin-shi, said: "It is said to be like this."

"Subudon, is there anything to explain to us?" Yamauchi Hiroshi was very unhappy because Zhanlong's success began with Nintendo. Now all manufacturers regard Zhanlong as a member of the Ren-segment camp. At this time, contact with Sega can be regarded as a rebellion!

"Last night, Su Budong secretly sent a letter to Tezuka. This morning, Tezuka handed it to me and asked me to submit it to you." said Hiroshi Imai.

He put the letter in front of Hiro Yamauchi.

There were only a few hundred words in the letter. After reading the letter, Hiroshi Yamauchi shook his head and said, "Even if the situation is like what he said, do we Nintendo have no arcade games?"

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Segaine.

Shinto Nakayama said to the hardware R&D department: "From today on, we will start developing a new game console. Since we cannot challenge that throne in this generation, our goal is to target the next generation and make people praise Sega's name..."

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In Capcom.

Kenzo Tsujimoto stared at Conra's arcade transplant plan.

Originally, the club had some complaints about helping the War Dragon transplant game, and Kenzo Tsujimoto did not completely convince his game producers. But after last night, when Kenzo Tsujimoto came to the company in the morning, he had already put this project on his desk. Last night, for many game companies, it was a sleepless night. Because they were stimulated by the same name - Zhan Dragon.

It seems to be the brightest pearl on the rose. The excellence of the Dragon is unignorable. Some people have even started to succeed in the Battle of the Dragon. They came up with the view that the Chinese talents are low and are better than Japanese talents. Kenzo Tsujimoto was a little tempted. Should Capcom also go to that land and see if Capcom can bear fruit there as well.

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After getting off the plane, Lin Muyu arranged for the driver to pick it up. The green extended version of Rolls-Royce welcomed the pull of Subundong all the way to the Peninsula Hotel in Kowloon.

In the presidential suite, Lin Muyu, who was in black work clothes, had handed over the documents prepared before coming to Xiangjiang to Su Budong for review.

"Ba." Lin Muyu opened a bottle of red wine, poured the red wine into a goblet as thick as a bowl, and said to Subudong: "Patus red wine, come and taste it?"

"I can't get used to drinking..." Su Budong shook his head, "Give me a glass of Coke and add ice."

"Old hat." Lin Muyu was so angry that she couldn't make a steel path. She opened a Coke, put two pieces of ice in the ice bucket and poured the Coke into the cup. The bubbles suddenly flooded the ice. "I will have an appointment with the head of the Xiangjiang government's financial department tomorrow night to meet for dinner. Just the face of a nouveau riche like you is really not on the table."

Su Budong didn't care, so he took the coke and took a sip. The sugar inside made Su Budong cheer up.

"It's time to wash my dress." Su Budong was tired all day yesterday, and the collar of the white shirt of the dress was already yellow.

"No, you bought your dress and shirt yourself, right? It looks so ugly. The collar is in Japanese style. This dress style is not popular in Xiangjiang. This is Xiangjiang, a shopping paradise. Of course, you can buy various British styles here." Lin Muyu said. "I will take you to buy later. You can take a break first. I will take a shower and change my clothes first." After that, Lin Muyu left the room and went to his room.

After a while, Su Budong heard the sound of water clattering in the next room. Suddenly he thought of something and his face turned red.

Then he suppressed some desire in his lower body and focused his attention on the documents in front of him.

I have to say that Lin Muyu did very well, and some key projects and matters that need Su Budong to pay attention to were carefully marked with red pens. There are also the amounts, strategies, etc. involved. It can be said that this secretary hired for an annual salary of 1 million is very valuable.

After waiting for an hour, Lin Muyu changed her clothes and left the room. She changed into an orange over-knee dress with leaves pattern. There was a Gucci black leather belt on the dress, which highlighted Yingying's slim waist.

"By the way, I called you from the capital, saying that I was called Fan Ming. If there was an urgent matter, I wrote the phone next to the phone. You have half an hour to call back." Lin Muyu drank the red wine in the glass, and then sat on the sofa and started to apply lipstick.

Su Budong went to the phone, picked up the phone, and dialed the number on the table.

"Who are you looking for?" a woman over there asked while fucking a Beijing movie.

"I'll look for Fan Ming." Su Budong said.

"Wait."

A shout came from the other end of the phone: "Fan Ming, someone is looking for you!"

A few minutes later, Fan Ming's voice rang on the other end of the phone. "Mr. Su, Marquis Shilin asked you when you have time to set up a table in Tianjin to accept disciples."

Su Budong thought for a while and said, "This month is probably hanging, and it will be next month."

"Okay, I'll confirm with you after the date."

"Why did the old man hold a banquet at this time?"

"Many people in the crosstalk gate oppose the old man taking in apprentices on behalf of the master. The old man did a lot of work and decided to do this. Otherwise, based on the old man's prestige, he could make this matter smooth after the New Year. But you also know that no one wants an ancestor to come to his head..."

Su Budong smiled dryly and said, "That's right, the problem is that I don't mind taking the old man as my teacher."

"Many people have advised him that the seniority of the old man is not low, and that everyone will not object so much to a closed disciple. However, the old man is very stubborn and must say that the seniority cannot be messed up." Fan Ming said on the other end.

The two chatted for a while, and Fan Ming roughly explained the rules of becoming a disciple on the phone, and then hung up the phone. Su Budong saw that it had been half an hour long. He said to Lin Muyu apologetically: "Let's go out?"

Lin Muyu picked up Hermes' bag and said, "Let's go." He actually drove the way forward without looking back.
Chapter completed!