Chapter 7: Give up on Super Mario?

  Yang Yun restarted the game, pointing to the monitor and saying: "This is Super Mario's first version, probably the oldest one. I've never played it since I was a kid... cough... The action is very awkward, the plot is very thin, the workmanship is rough, and the background music is hard to listen to. I want to revise it on this basis and redesign a new Super Mario."

  This version of Super Mario is very different from the classic version that Yang Yun has in his impression, for example, at the beginning of the game, after walking a few steps, the classic version encounters small monsters, then jumps over or tramples them, and then hits the flashing bricks, and eats the mushrooms that make you grow.

  But now this old version in hand doesn't have these, as soon as it comes out, the top is a row of ordinary bricks that can be topped, and the music is not the most classic tune, the character model is very rough, and it's basically impossible to see that it's a plumber.

  This is also where Yang Yun has confidence, he can't compete for the game's first release, but he can compete for the classic version!

  Zhao Yongping and Alexei exchanged a glance, and suddenly began speaking in Russian.

  Normally three people speak basically in English, now speaking Russian, Yang Yun feels very uncomfortable.

  Is this intentional to make him not understand and leave him aside?

  Alexei shook his head constantly, his voice growing louder and louder, as if he couldn't see eye to eye with Zhao Yongping, their faces red with argument.

  Finally, Zhao Yongping let out a sigh and said: "Xiao Yang, I'm afraid we can't support you this time. We should focus on expanding our production scale as much as possible to save the factory first! The distributors from Shenzhen will come tomorrow for a visit, and it's likely that there will be an order of over 10,000 cassette tapes! As for this Super Mary thing, let's put it aside for now and talk about it when we have more money!"

  What!

  Give up on Super Mario?

  This decision was like a thunderbolt on a clear day, and Yang Yun's hair stood up in shock.

  This is unacceptable! Who can give up Super Mario?! Do you know how crazy this game will be in the future? Do you know how crazy its derivative sales are? Do you know how important its position is in the history of games?!

  This is the biggest blow Yang Yun has received since his rebirth!

  "Why?" Yang Yun's eyes turned red.

  "Uncertain market prospects... and very likely infringement disputes..." Zhao Yongping hesitated, perhaps he was more concerned about the first reason.

  Zhao Yongping doesn't have Yang Yun's decades of rich experience, so he can't see the market prospects for this game. Even if it sells tens of millions of copies in North America, what does that have to do with him? Chinese people may not buy into this, and whether the Chinese market will accept it is still a question.

  It's better to focus on doing things solidly in your hands!

  As long as 500,000 copies of the Gluttonous Snake game learning cartridges are sold, he can earn back 10 million for Huamao Electronics Factory!

  While pirating Super Mario might offend Nintendo, the giant corporation, and bring unnecessary trouble, Zhao Yongping certainly did not want to take that risk.

  Upon hearing these words, Yang Yun seemed to be on the verge of exploding in anger!

  Seeing Yang Yun's expression was not right, Aleksey hurriedly walked up and pressed his shoulder to persuade: "Let Nintendo do this Mario, we just develop better games. You have to think that our factory is too small, equivalent to a small pixel point on the screen, while Nintendo is a giant, occupying the entire screen!"

  Under Alexei's persuasion, Yang Yun gradually calmed down. What Alexei said was right, now if they were to confront Nintendo, it would be like an ant trying to shake a mountain, or JJ trying to pry the earth open.

  He was a bit impulsive, mainly because he couldn't bear to part with Super Mario, his heart full of regret...

  He had another suggestion that he didn't mention, wanting to advise Zhao Yongping again, but seeing them start discussing the development platform and cartridge production limits, he sighed inwardly and swallowed back those words of advice.

  If he takes charge, this thing might just work out.

  The feeling of being controlled by others is really terrible, timid and afraid, can't do anything.

  Once this thorn is planted in one's heart, it is difficult to pull out.

  Yang Yun appeared to be cooperative on the surface, but in his heart, he had already made up his mind. If working under someone else was going to be so troublesome and entangled, he didn't mind going out on his own!

  The next day, a group of game cartridge wholesalers from Shenzhen came one after another. Zhao Yongping, on behalf of the factory department, warmly welcomed these businessmen.

  The sales channel was established in this way, as long as the goods are good, what's to fear that they can't be sold at a high price? The entire Huamao Electronics Factory is filled with joy, even the parent company, Rongyang Group, sent over a deputy manager to inspect.

  At this time, something with Chinese characteristics also happened.

  Huamiao Electronics Factory only had one set of burning equipment. At that time, the master who came from Shenzhen stayed at Huamiao for three days and taught Yang Yun and Alex how to crack it by hand. After the master left, the two continued to work for another three days before producing these 1000 boxes of game cartridges. Calculating this out, their daily output was less than 300 boxes.

  The maximum output for a month is about 10,000 boxes, but that's far from enough!

  Knowing this, distributors are anxious, wanting to compete in the market requires speed, innovation and quick turnover.

  The first dealer was a Hunanese, with an accent similar to the chairman's, speaking quickly and urgently: "2,000 sets! I, Mao Daxin, will take them!"

  2000 sets, about a week's worth, was had, the second dealer was unhappy: "I want 3000 sets!"

  All right, it was postponed for another ten days, and the remaining ones were even more lively!

  Ma Dajun, the head of the sales department at Huamao Electronics Factory, felt something was off and put down the sales order in his hand. He quickly signaled to Zhao Yongping, and the two of them hastily discussed it in a private room before making a decision.

  Chu Na and Zhao Yongping quickly made a dozen or so delivery notes, with 1000 boxes as the unit, marked with the time of pickup, on which were written by Zhao Yongping himself and signed, along with the signatures of Ma Dajun and Chu Na. Finally, the financial and factory director's seals were stamped above the three people's signatures, and the delivery note was made.

  "Recognize the rules but not the people! Every month on the 10th, 20th and 30th of each month, goods will be uniformly dispatched!"

  This approach is nothing new, and at that time, many manufacturers of popular products were doing the same thing.

  Refrigerators, water heaters, woolen fabrics, leather boots, steel from the steel mill... everyone's doing this, it's really in short supply!

  This time, the dealers were in an uproar because these people did not arrive at the Huamao factory at the same time. The first few to arrive had taken advantage of the situation.

  Especially that Mao Daxin, his brain turned super fast. Although he only prepared 2000 boxes of goods, he understood that Huamao Electronics Factory's production capacity was insufficient. If they lined up in order, they would have to line up all the way to the back and could only pick up their goods three times a month. If they were unlucky, they would have to wait until next month to get their goods.

  Mao Dasheng stretched out his big hand and squeezed aside several hesitant distributors, opening his mouth to say: "I want 6,000 boxes!"

  After finishing, it was a loud crash, and a large bundle of banknotes was poured out from the big bag. They were all brand new 100-yuan bills with a deep blue color, which were the new version of the fourth set of 100-yuan notes issued in the second half of 1988. The bills were dumped on Ma Dajun's desk like garbage, and finally two stacks were picked up. He said casually: "1.8 million yuan!"

  180,000 yuan, a stack of 100-yuan bills that blinded everyone's eyes in an instant.