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The Video Game Tycoon

!!! MACHINE TRANSLATION !!! !!! IT'S NOT AN MTL AND I POSTED IT HERE SO I COULD READ WITHOUT WIFI ON PHONE APP SK DON'T EXPECT QUALITY TRANSLATION !!! Video games are one of the important ways to entertain people in the new era. However, the Japanese Zhu Yuxing who traveled to a parallel world found that the game industry in this world was extremely sluggish, and it seemed that it had never emerged. So Zhu Yuxing decided to bring the ninth art to the world. "Mom, Super Mario 3 is out! This is my most wanted Christmas present!"

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===13 High income===(None Edited)

Fourteen thousand yen.

This is the entire income of this console today.

And that's not even the highest income for this console.

Because the children usually had to go home before the sun went down.

Some of the more daring ones ended up staying until after eight o'clock in the evening.

If the children had been brave enough to play until 12pm or even early the next morning, the income would have doubled again.

The shopkeeper was simply dumbfounded.

He had thought that he had made a profit by renting his side of the room for 10,000 yen a day.

But to his surprise, he was the clown.

That young man, who just drops this thing here and then earns more than 14,000 yen per day.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the bald shopkeeper had been around this game machine for half a day.

He didn't know what was so funny about it.

Why were the children so enthralled, one after the other.

On average these kids could probably play for five minutes or so before they ran out of lives and ended the game.

And most of them were also stuck on level 4-3 for the time being and couldn't break through.

It seemed like there was a watershed moment there.

On average, twelve hundred dollar coins would enter this game machine in an hour.

For the whole twelve hours, these kids didn't take a moment's rest.

When this one finished the game, the next child would immediately take over.

Even those children who could not afford to play were keen to gather at the back of the crowd and watch the others play.

It seemed as if it was fun to watch others play.

This was very confusing for the shopkeeper.

But he was already keenly aware of the business opportunities.

Until this moment, he once again remembered what Zhu Youxing had said to him yesterday.

If he was interested in this game machine, he could just buy it and negotiate the exact price at that time.

"Good evening, shop manager, here I am again."

At that moment, a slightly tired young man walked into the entertainment hall.

"Oh, good evening, you guys are here again? How was work today?"

The bald head shopkeeper looked up and greeted the person who walked in with slight enthusiasm.

This young man was an employee of a nearby business.

Basically every night this young man would come over for a casual night out.

Singing, or playing the dance machine or something.

Then, during the day, this guy would go back to the company to continue his day of social animal labour.

Day in and day out, this young man became a regular here as well.

"Today's work was the same, my boss scolded me for more than ten minutes because my revised design didn't meet the requirements, geez, I wish I could quit." The young man sighed.

"Oh, so, then feel free to have fun, I'll give you a discount today to cheer you up."

The shopkeeper replied casually, then continued to look the amazing game machine up and down.

The young man also noticed the shopkeeper's gaze and came over curiously.

"Shopkeeper, is this some kind of new product? Why do you keep staring at this thing?"

"This, ah, is called an electronic TV game, I'm old and don't know much about this stuff, do you understand it?"

"Electronic TV games?"

The young man recalled it carefully in his head.

He worked for a media network company and was responsible for design and such, which allowed him to be the first to be exposed to many new and trendy things.

However, he had never heard of video games before.

The young man shakes his head: "No, I haven't heard of it. How is it played? Is it the same as a dancing machine?"

"No, I can't quite figure it out right now, but to play you need to throw in a coin and then take the thing for a ride."

The shopkeeper said as he held up the handle that had already been touched and greased by a group of children in a day.

"Huh? What a strange way to operate it, and it looks like a novelty too, I'll play this one today, is this one on sale too?"

"This, ah, it's not in my shop, it's just a test piece that a young man said he wanted to put here temporarily to rent a small area of mine."

"Oh, that's okay, I'll just try it, it doesn't matter if it's not on sale."

The young man fumbled up and down in his pocket before finally pulling out a hundred dollar coin from the depths of his pocket.

The hundred-dollar coin had probably been in his pocket for ten days, and if not for the sudden appearance of such a game machine, the coin would probably have continued to survive in his pocket for another ten days until it was finally lost in some corner.

Clink.

Along with the crisp sound of the coin hitting the screen, the TV screen, which had been fading out, came back on.

The familiar electronic melody also played again.

The shopkeeper had been listening to this sound all day and his ears were getting calloused.

Yet, at the same time, he was fascinated by this sound.

Because, once that sound came on, it meant that a hundred yen was on edge.

Damn it! I can't believe that guy made another hundred yesterday.

Let's just hope this social animal would only play this once.

The shopkeeper was going to survey the game machine and then rejoin the office then consider simply sleeping in.

But now he was in the mood again, and he wanted to take a good look at how the console actually harvested coins.

Super Mario itself was not complicated to operate.

Even if one had never touched a console in the past, a simple press of the up, down, left, right and AB buttons on the handle was enough to basically understand how the whole game worked.

"It doesn't seem like a big deal."

The young social animal was somewhat unimpressed.

There were similar things on the computer, but none of them were very interesting, like a horizontal walking simulator that got boring very quickly.

The fact that this little man could jump up high was a novelty.

The young man began to feel his way around in earnest.

Soon he pressed forward to hit the first mushroom monster head on.

"Hey look out, this one needs to be stomped on! Or you'll lose it ..."

Before the shopkeeper could finish, the social animal young man ended up dropping his first life to the rhythmic sound of a failure.

"Huh? That's the end of it?"

The young man froze, clearly he hadn't reacted to what was going on.

The shopkeeper had been watching this side all day, and he had instead become much more familiar with the gameplay, except that he had never gotten the hang of it.

He felt in his heart that he must not coin this game machine, otherwise he would be taking his own money and giving it to someone else to earn away in his own place, which made him feel very much at a loss.

"It's okay, you have three lives, there are two left, just be careful next, you need to eat a big mushroom, and a mushroom monster you can stomp when you meet."