Chapter 4

Only those who have been through it know how terrifying Nintendo's influence can be. Even with the arrival of the third electronic entertainment dimension, one could still see people playing GBA and NDS on a third of the train cars.

The Game Boy, NDS, and other handheld series have sold over 200 million units worldwide! That means one in thirty people globally owns a handheld console!

What a terrifying concept! No movies, TV shows, or books have ever reached such an outrageous number! This has created Nintendo's eternal empire! Even during the most miserable times when it was suppressed by Sony, the handheld consoles kept Nintendo alive until the counterattack began.

Thinking about these blood-pumping events, he couldn't help but feel a bit dazed. In this long-lasting battle of the four major powers, he had now personally joined in. He could witness how the iron emperor of Nintendo, Hiroshi Yamauchi, the old fox of Sony, Nobuyuki Idei, the leader of Sega, Masaru Kagekawa, and the world's richest man, Bill Gates, used their most ruthless means to bring their opponents to ruin. How Sony's PS rose to become the new king from Nintendo's once dominant position, and how Bill Gates used Microsoft's formidable strength to thrive in the gaming market!

The development of the new industry was filled with the clash of arms and surging waves, countless heroes drowned in this long river, until finally, the unification of the world by World of Warcraft and League of Legends!

And he firmly believed that this time, his name would be among these terrifying figures!

To be mentioned alongside Bill Gates, Hiroshi Yamauchi, Nobuyuki Idei, and others, recorded in the history of the new industry, just thinking about it made his heart race!

On the phone, there was a long silence. After a while, Qin Xiangdong sighed, "A grown son can't be kept at home... Xiaofeng, since you have this idea, I support you. Our family may not be rich, but we have some savings. Supporting you to hire a few people is no problem..."

"Wait." Qin Yuanfeng was taken aback. "Hire a few people? Can't I rent a company?"

The phone transmitted Qin Xiangdong's helpless chuckle. "Young comrade, that's a capitalist idea. State-owned enterprises are state-owned enterprises. There's no talk of SOE reform yet. If you rent a company, that's *illegal*. Not just you, I would be held responsible too. Besides, where do we have the money?"

Qin Yuanfeng felt a headache, his temples throbbing. "Dad, you've been a bureau chief for so many years, can't you approve a factory?"

"Xiaofeng!" Qin Xiangdong's voice in the phone became serious. "This kind of thinking is very dangerous, showing a tendency towards capitalism. I sent you abroad to learn from the enemy to serve the country, not to learn the decadence of capitalism!"

Qin Yuanfeng really had a headache now. In this era, people talked about overthrowing capitalism all the time, which was hard for him, a time traveler, to bear. It was a characteristic of the special era.

Actually, it wasn't Qin Xiangdong's fault. Being the bureau chief of the Beijing Land and Resources Bureau sounded impressive, but in reality, the chairman had just dealt with several major corrupt officials, and officials across the country were on edge, especially in Beijing, where the political situation was ever-changing. Qin Xiangdong's position, which would be a lucrative one in the future, was now a position that could make one's hair turn white.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. After a while, Qin Xiangdong sighed, "Xiaofeng, I understand. Your uncle Qin Siyuan is currently a brigade staff officer in the Guangzhou Military Region. I can't help much from here, but I'll tell your uncle, and you can contact him."

"But I want to make it clear, the most we can afford is a few thousand, not more than five thousand. That's barely enough to start a company... not even enough for rent..."

"Okay, Dad." Qin Yuanfeng didn't say much, preparing to hang up, then added, "Take care of yourself."

Hanging up, he followed his memory and easily took a bus to Nintendo's headquarters.

"NINTENDO," the current, future, and eternal ruler of the gaming industry, the famous "Square Building" Paradise Tower, quietly stood in a corner of Kyoto, like a fierce beast eyeing the world.

Looking at the bright red English letters, Qin Yuanfeng felt a myriad of emotions. Anyone, any gamer, anyone in the electronic entertainment industry, would never underestimate this slogan. It represented an era, an empire, and the memories of countless 80s kids. Hiroshi Yamauchi, the iron emperor who tightly controlled the world's richest man, Bill Gates, and under his leadership, kept Microsoft, the world giant, at bay.

Even in Kyoto, it was the most important company, period!

"Nintendo..." His eyes showed a hint of longing, but more so, a burning fighting spirit. "Your opponent is standing at your door..."

"This time... it's not a challenge from the world's richest man, nor from Sony... but from me, a Chinese person..."

"One day, this empire will bear the Qin name!"

The grand building, the small Chinese man.

Now, even Hiroshi Yamauchi probably didn't know how big the electronic entertainment market was. Only Qin Yuanfeng, a Chinese intern standing outside the giant Nintendo, knew!

Before he returned, it was worth 70 billion dollars globally!

And this was just for electronic games, not including the novels, movies, and TV shows adapted from them!

This was a gold-filled emerging industry, and now, its most exciting era was about to begin!

Taking a deep breath, he walked into Nintendo's door.

The work report was very quick. Despite the many flaws of the Japanese, there was one thing that deserved global respect.

That was their seriousness, an almost obsessive seriousness. Even the Japanese language had specific terms for this level of seriousness. In this atmosphere, his work progressed very smoothly.

Leaving the building, he waved his hand. "Goodbye, Nintendo."

"The next time we meet, it will be at the negotiating table!"

Just then, he had submitted his resignation.

The security guard looked at this young foreigner as if he were a madman, snorted lightly through his nose, and glanced at Qin Yuanfeng once before ignoring him.

"Another madman!"

Qin Yuanfeng hummed a tune, saw the trash can next to the Nintendo building, and casually took out the Fire Emblem proposal, tearing it into small pieces in front of the security guard and tossing it into the trash can.

The first SRPG proposal, accompanied by the cold autumn wind, was thus buried forever at the door of the company that should have developed it.

The busy passersby, like the background of a painting, didn't notice this scene.

Hiroshi Yamauchi was leisurely drinking coffee in the chairman's office on the top floor, while Kaga Akira was in the United States, worrying about the future of IS.

Leaving Nintendo, Qin Yuanfeng quickly bought a ticket to Hong Kong. On this land, he didn't want to stay any longer than necessary.

Although flying twice in a day was uncomfortable, when the plane landed at Chek Lap Kok Airport, he genuinely felt a sense of security.

This was Chinese soil, even if it wasn't now, it would return to the motherland in 1997.

At this time, Hong Kong was teeming with foreigners, skyscrapers reaching the sky, far surpassing any city on the mainland.

Taking a deep breath, he quickly walked to his alma mater, the Hong Kong University of Science and Technology.

Starting a company? Qin Xiangdong had already told him that there was money, but definitely not much. In an era when the average monthly wage on the mainland was 200 to 300 yuan, how much could a red-blooded, revolutionary bureau chief provide? At this time, the shipping tycoon Pao and the Li family had not yet entered the mainland real estate market, and the Land and Resources Bureau was not a good position.

Since family support was definitely insufficient, he had to find a way to solve everything for the company himself.

As a time traveler, his greatest advantages were foresight and perspective!

He might be the person with the most forward-looking perspective in the world right now, and this foresight could not be applied to the current mainland, only to the constantly changing Hong Kong. Otherwise, the bloated and inefficient bureaucratic system of the mainland would drag him down.

After more than an hour's drive, he finally saw the gate of the Hong Kong University of Science and Technology, with its flame-like red hook logo, neat square, and bright teaching buildings. This was the third-ranked university in Asia and the 35th in the world, a key national university.

He quickly walked to his dormitory, and as soon as he pushed the door open, he smelled the scent of肠粉 (cheong fun).

A huge, 200-pound fat guy was sitting on a bed that seemed to creak under his weight, surrounded by a pile of food, fiercely battling his afternoon tea.

"Eating cheong fun in the afternoon? Where did you get it?" He casually threw his things on the bed and asked with a smile.

At this time, university life was not as rich in culture and material as it is now. Before the advent of computers as a national pastime, people mostly engaged in bull sessions and various outdoor activities.

"Brother Feng is back." The fat guy, who was slurping cheong fun, lifted his head, his face's fat jiggling. "Brother Feng! You're amazing! You're the only one in our computer science department to get accepted for Nintendo's internship. What's up? Planning to stay at Nintendo for another month? Are you here to pack up?"

"Pack up my ass." Qin Yuanfeng had spent over ten hours on the plane, carefully reviewing his memories. This fat guy was his college best friend, Hao Zhengfeng. Despite his unremarkable appearance and lack of a girlfriend, he was a top student in the computer science department, always ranking third or fourth in major exams, with the top two being irrelevant.

Because he was a shut-in, he was fat.

"I quit." Qin Yuanfeng lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

After a while, he felt the silence was a bit too much. Glancing sideways, he saw Hao Zhengfeng holding a piece of roast goose, unable to swallow, staring at him as if he had seen a ghost.

After a long time, he finally swallowed like he was chewing wood and stammered, "Brother Feng, the Japanese are notoriously strict, it's not your fault..."

Qin Yuanfeng was taken aback, then suddenly laughed. This fatso thought he had been fired by Nintendo.

He grabbed a pineapple bun and took a bite, then said seriously, "Hao Fat, listen up, I wasn't fired, I quit! I fired Hiroshi Yamauchi!"