===26 No more consoles and I'm going to die ====(None Edited)

Speaking of Masa Ohta, he had been anxious for the past few days.

Every now and then in the office he'd pick up the phone and dial the number, but would soon hang up again because he couldn't get through.

At the door, there were more and more children ...

A red and white console, with only one Super Mario game, had just moments before, just moments after opening the door, flooded with over thirty children lining up with coins to play.

Even those who weren't playing would stare at the other kids playing the console with interest.

It was as if watching others play was just as much fun.

And that was just at nine o'clock in the morning.

He remembered that yesterday, at the peak of the afternoon, at three or four o'clock, there was a group of children, already close to a hundred.

They were all crowded around that game machine, holding numbered cards in their hands, and there were a dozen adults among them.

It seemed that the thing was quite attractive to the adults too.

Some of the people passing outside would also look over curiously, wondering what was going on here that there were so many children.

It was something he could never have imagined in the past.

And the more he saw such a scene, the more anxious and anxious he became.

Why was there only one console!

If he had ten consoles now, wouldn't that mean his console's income would skyrocket tenfold straight away?

The income from one console tends to be capped at that high, and as the kids get more and more skilled at playing, it's now not unusual for an average child to be able to play for seven or eight minutes.

The longer the kids play, the more distressed he gets.

This is because it affects the earning efficiency of a game machine even more.

And that makes him even more desperate to have more consoles.

And that's not the end of it.

When 8 or 9 p.m. comes and the children leave in a frenzy and have to go home, the night and the middle of the night belong to the adults.

It is surprising that the group of social animals, and a bunch of Heisei rejects, can stay in front of this console all night.

With just five or six people, they could play from 9pm to 8pm at work, sometimes earning more than they did during the day, because the adults at night were not as skilled as the children over there and died quickly.

Now the console already earns him on average close to 30,000 yen a day.

In other words, in just one week, he could make his money back.

That's a huge profit.

The pachinko machine he ran had never made such a high profit in a day either.

Of course he was aware that this could only be considered an upfront bonus, but it was enough.

Even if this fever only lasted for a month, he would still be making a fortune.

Until this moment, he had also finally realised the value of this thing.

So, now he is even more eager to get the remaining nine units on order immediately.

No.

Not nine units.

At least ... at least twenty units!

Even if it was two hundred thousand dollars a unit, he would buy it!

Finally, he seemed to make a decision.

Dialing the phone ...

"This is the Takeyu family, if something happens, please leave a message after the beep and I'll call you first."

Masa Ota: "..."

Can't you buy a mobile phone, Takeyu-kun!

By the way! That Hirohito Tomita!

Suddenly Masa Ohta remembered again the salesman of some sort who had approached him a few days ago.

All he knew was that the salesman seemed to be eager to talk about some business with Takeyu Hoshi, and then found his side.

It was just that at that time he was a bit impatient and didn't really want to talk to this person.

But at the moment, it seemed that if he wanted to find Bamboo Youxing quickly, he could only hope on this salesman.

He immediately rushed to his desk and opened the drawer to rummage up and down.

"Hey! Have you seen a business card? A business card with the name of some electronic company on it!"

Ohta, who had searched for it for a long time, started shouting.

The clerk who was cleaning the shop was taken aback and didn't think about the business card for a while.

"I'm asking you, have you ever seen a business card?"

"Shop ... shopkeeper, don't we have a lot of business cards, every day there are many people giving us all kinds of business cards to sell their products."

Ota is an arrow step rushed to this shopkeeper glared: "Then where all went?"

The shopkeeper was really frightened by the shopkeeper's appearance.

After all, his business was also related to Yakuza, and it was inevitable that he would be tainted with a Yakuza aura.

The shop assistant was instantly frightened and stammered a little.

"It's ... in the bin at the back of the shop, I just collected it ... last night."

Without waiting for the shopkeeper to finish his sentence, Ota Masa had already run to the alleyway behind the shop.

At that moment, it just so happened that a rubbish truck was preparing to dump the rubbish.

"Stop!"

Ohta Masa's roar could be described as mid-range, from which it could be seen that he was definitely a fierce man in his youth.

The worker who was about to dump the rubbish was taken aback, and then, as if he had seen a ghost, he saw Masa Ohta swoop down to the bin and start frantically searching for it.

After about three or four minutes of rummaging around, he finally found the bag of rubbish that belonged to his office and then found the business card of Hirohito Tomita from inside.

Hirohito Tomita, a salesman in the sales department of Senda Electronics Co.

This was it!

The rubbish truck worker stared at Masa Ohta.

What's wrong with you?

That voice just now almost scared him out of his mind, and then for a business card?

They dispose of this stuff in piles and piles in their landfill, too many to count.

Ohta Masa also ignored the worker's strange gaze and hastily pulled out his flip phone to dial the number on it.

Eventually, Masa Ohta sort of found the address of the company that Takeshi Yusei had just used through the line of Hirohito Tomita.

"Keep an eye on the shop for me, I'm going out for a while."

Ohta Masa said and drove straight to the address given by Hirohito Tomita.

...

Today was the day for the acceptance of the renovation.

As Takeshi Yusei gave generous money, a rare good business in the days when the bubble burst, the renovation company also worked hard.

The three floors were finished in three days.

Of course, it was mainly the ground floor that was renovated, while the second and third floors were simply renovated, as Bamboo Youxing only needed the second and third floors to have basic working conditions.

Otherwise he would not be able to meet the deadline for the first ten consoles.

He has just contacted Hirohito Tomita once again and it is confirmed that a batch of 500 circuit boards will be delivered this afternoon.

The packaging is also in place and the staff will be ready to start work this afternoon.

But what Takeyu Xing didn't expect was that Masa Ohta would come at this time.

"Ohta-kun, why are you ..."

"Ah, Takeyou-kun, you really should buy a mobile phone, otherwise you'll lose a lot of business!"

Ota Masa had just gotten out of his car and it was a long-winded piece of advice.

Originally Ohta was expecting to get out of the car and immediately talk about the game console.

But when he saw how the company looked, he already had an idea in his mind, and at the same time his heart was half cold.

The company had just been renovated, so when would the console be delivered? It wouldn't be delayed, would it?

"Oh yeah, I've actually bought the phone, but I didn't tell you about it."

Bamboo Youxing obediently took out his phone.