Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 268: Your Death Pose Is Beyond Your Imagination!

Uekoe Kagemasa was about to resign.

At these words, all the shareholders were shaken.

Although from the perspective of operational managent, Uekoe Kagemasa did bear so responsibility for poor oversight.

Moreover, the shareholders were no fools; they knew that in Kagemasa’s words there was a mixture of truth and falsehood.

At most, about 60% was true.

However.

What could the shareholders do?

Putting aside the legitimacy of Kagemasa’s reasons, Koizumi Kazuo had nearly caused a major diplomatic disaster, and Moriya Tetsuya’s phone recording was undeniable evidence.

Koizumi was incompetent, Moriya was unstable, and currently, among Kora’s managent, there was no suitable candidate comparable to Uekoe Kagemasa for the president position.

Besides, Kagemasa himself held shares and was essentially one of the shareholders.

If he resigned now, who could take over?

For a mont, the seven major shareholders in the conference room all looked troubled.

“This…”

“President Uekoe…”

“This matter is better handled without rash decisions…”

“In that case… it might not be appropriate…”

Humph—

At this mont, Uekoe Kagemasa, bent forward in a bow, secretly snorted in satisfaction in his heart.

He was utterly fearless, as if everything was under his control.

Although after this incident the shareholders would surely accelerate the cultivation and support of their chosen next president,

what did that matter?

After all, he would officially retire in less than two years. Everything he did now was simply to stay in the president position for two more years under the premise of a smooth retirent, securing so real benefits and retiring with a fat wallet.

Moreover, stirring this matter at this ti was actually quite well-tid.

The seven major shareholders, combined, had over eight hundred sches in their minds, and their chosen candidates for the next president were not the sa.

To compete for the next president position, they still had to engage in a fierce open and covert struggle.

During this period, it was precisely the best ti for him to take advantage of the shareholders’ internal conflicts to monopolize all company affairs.

After a series of murmurs, one shareholder spoke:

“President Uekoe, please don’t ntion resignation again.

Now is a critical ti for Kora, and we hope President Uekoe will consider the company and continue to bear the heavy responsibilities.

After all… the public opinion impact after the resignation of the Big Three directors and the ga operations executive is also considerable…

We still need President Uekoe to oversee the overall situation.”

Hearing this!

Uekoe Kagemasa slowly lifted his head and straightened his body, frowning deeply, putting on an expression of reluctant but inevitable burden:

“Then… very well. But I also ask all shareholders to quickly focus on cultivating and deciding on the candidate for the next president.

After all, in two years… even if I want to continue, my aging and weak body probably won’t allow it.”

Saying this,

Uekoe Kagemasa even coughed once.

Seeing this, the shareholders showed concern on their faces but all secretly cursed “What a waste of words” in their hearts.

Wasn’t it obvious that they should support the candidates they favored as soon as possible?

Then, after another round of unsurprising “discussion,” the shareholders who ca to reprimand dispersed.

After repeatedly bowing to see off the shareholders,

Uekoe Kagemasa sat alone in the huge conference room, slowly squinting, propping his feet up on the conference table, looking like Gao Qiqiang who had just chased away Tai Shu, his smug expression fully revealed.

Now, as long as he still sat in Kora’s top conference room, it ant his era had not ended yet.

Next ca the bloody and turbulent ‘internal rectification.’

Thinking this,

Knock knock knock.

The conference room door was respectfully knocked from outside.

“Co in.”

Uekoe Kagemasa knew it was his assistant, his eyelids barely lifting as he responded.

Click—the conference room door opened.

……

“President Gu, haha, long ti no see, really missed you—”

As the door opened,

Yan Sheng, dressed in casual clothes, entered the conference room led by Chu Qingzhou.

Opposite, Gu Sheng and Shen Miaomiao also stood to welco them.

Gu Sheng walked ahead, shaking hands and exchanging greetings with Yan Sheng.

Shen Miaomiao behind them pouted slightly and secretly rolled her eyes.

Miss the old Gu? Not at all… you’re just craving old Gu’s body… I an… the ga.

Exactly!

Yan Sheng’s special visit today was naturally to ‘invite the god to possess.’

“...Ah, this kind of thing we could have discussed in a video eting, no need for President Yan to co all the way here.”

Both sides sat down, Gu Sheng said with a smile.

Yan Sheng waved his hand: “It’s my duty, it’s my duty.”

It had to be said, Yan Sheng was truly soone who could accomplish great things.

Those who understood the tis were indeed the wise; it was never an empty phrase. More importantly, he had completely grasped that choosing is more important than hard work.

Don’t think it was Yiyou’s support that made Golden Wind successful.

Yan Sheng often ntioned this in high-level etings.

At best, they were just accelerators, helping Golden Wind speed up in its early stages.

One must lower oneself when necessary.

Doing business is not shaful.

And the facts proved that Yan Sheng’s acuity and attitude also helped Yiyou make huge progress and great developnt over these three years.

You know!

What was Yiyou like three years ago?

A nationwide market share of 19%, not only suppressed by XunTeng’s 27%, but also ruthlessly crushed by imported motion-sensing pods with a 49% market share.

And now?

Yiyou’s share of the dostic motion-sensing pod market has reached an unprecedented 33%, XunTeng at 29%, and the imported pods’ market share shrunk to about 31%!

Not only did they beat XunTeng, but they also leapt to beco the indisputable leader of dostic motion-sensing pods, the true pride of dostic products.

And now, this dostic pride brand, relying on strong technology and affordable prices, is heading towards a broader market, striding internationally.

Such an achievent was unprecedented in Yiyou’s brand history.

Moreover!

Their project proposal this ti was truly a “proposal”!

Not squeezing out every penny, their main pitch was industry begging—begging Gu Sheng, the great master, to have Yiyou X2 release an exclusive sports ga.

Actually, this wasn’t Yan Sheng’s fault.

After all, it was related to Yiyou’s comrcial strategy. At first, Yan Sheng’s proposal ca with two plans—

Either Yiyou would share part of the cost for this work, effectively joint developnt financially,

Or at the end, Yiyou would adjust the revenue share to 10%, proactively giving Golden Wind a discount.

However.

Shen Miaomiao resolutely rejected both proposals.

“Please, don’t do these fancy tricks anymore, I beg you.

Now I just pray you don’t co up with any more baffling discount policies, and I’ll burn incense to Amitabha.”

Yes.

As the main project, she didn’t care about profits or losses on the sports ga, even better if it made money.

But!

Having suffered too many losses, Shen Miaomiao was twice as shrewd this ti!

You must know!

Although this sports ga was insignificant to her,

Don’t forget, while this project was underway, the derivative of Garden Warfare would be developed simultaneously.

Her big money-losing plan was all focused on that work!

Now she agreed to Yan Sheng’s discount, but if the sports ga suddenly made a huge profit and raised Yiyou’s market share again, Yan Sheng would be overjoyed and wave his hand:

“Adjust the revenue share of their other project to 10% as well! Let’s give Director Shen and President Gu a surprise!”

Ugh.

Just thinking about this scenario gave Shen Miaomiao cold sweats.

“Big brother, please don’t stab in the back again.

I’m almost a sieve from all the stabs.

Let’s just be steady and follow the steps.

Your so-called surprise is a burden I can’t bear on my road to losing money.

I’d rather do nothing than do it wrong.”

Here, Shen Miaomiao muttered in her heart, her thoughts already soaring into the clouds, planning how many thousands she’d spend buying coupons for the Garden Warfare derivative project.

On the other side, Gu Sheng discussed the form and details of this sports ga with Yan Sheng—

According to Yan Sheng’s idea, they leaned more towards ball sports for this ga type.

“Like soccer or basketball,”

Yan Sheng said:

“After all, these two ball sports have a global audience, higher popularity, and a bigger market,”

“And…”

At this point, Yan Sheng paused briefly, then continued:

“President Gu, forgive my frankness, although we’ve always been competitors with Kora,

their recent Wild Dunk EX surprisingly received good reviews,

especially in the early stages of the ga,

the ‘streetball’ style that deviates from official cup rules seed more novel to players and earned quite a few positive comnts.”

After speaking, Yan Sheng shrugged and suggested:

“So I was thinking maybe we could base our ga entirely on this ‘streetball’ sports concept,

adding flashy moves and skills so players can truly enjoy the fun of techniques,

after all, our selling points for this work are full imrsion and motion assistance technology…”

Hearing this, Gu Sheng pondered for a mont.

To be honest, Yan Sheng’s proposal was very good.

Considering the ga design level in this world, Yan Sheng, a company boss without ga design knowledge, proposing this idea was comndable.

He understood the market, saw Wild Dunk EX’s success,

knew their own strengths,

and recognized that flashier moves were their selling point.

He even carefully thought about innovation and creativity, boldly bringing the streetball concept as the core, expanding the ball ga dinsion.

But!

Compared to the ga Gu Sheng wanted to make,

Yan Sheng’s small innovation was clearly not bold enough.

“Uh… President Yan, your idea is indeed very good,”

Gu Sheng affird after a mont’s thought, then shifted his tone:

“But this differs quite a bit from the ga style I imagined before.”

“Oh?”

Upon hearing this, Yan Sheng’s eyes brightened, and he laughed heartily:

“Then I’m just showing off my skills in front of an expert. You are definitely more professional, President Gu. What’s your idea?”

Gu Sheng shrugged: “Extre sports.”

Huh?

Yan Sheng’s hopeful smile instantly froze on his face.

“Extre… sports?”

Yan Sheng even doubted his own ears.

“Yes,”

Gu Sheng nodded:

“Including mountain downhill, peak parachuting, extre surfing, wingsuit flying, downhill skiing, and various other extre challenge sports.

This will be an unprecedented sports ga,

aid at letting players experience the adrenaline-pumping extre thrill.”

What—the—hell!!!

Yan Sheng involuntarily swallowed his saliva.

Hell on earth.

Too hellish!

He actually wanted players to go court death?!

“Uh this… this…”

For a mont, Yan Sheng didn’t even know how to evaluate Gu Sheng’s idea.

After all, since sports gas appeared, no ga company had ever made an extre sports ga!

Because ‘extre sports’ were niche among niches globally!

“Even… there’s no organized competition worldwide dedicated to extre sports,”

Yan Sheng shrugged, scratched his nose with a grim expression:

“Not even regionally.”

“Ah?”

Now Gu Sheng was the one confused.

No extre sports competitions?

What a joke?

Although extre sports were niche compared to athletics and ball sports,

it wasn’t like there were no competitions at all, right?

Where was the “pay with your life” monster’s claw?

Where was the “your death pose is beyond your imagination” Red Bull?

None at all?

Thinking this, Gu Sheng subtly pulled out his phone from his pocket, fiddled a bit, and searched the keyword “mountain crash.”

The search results surprised Gu Sheng—

[Florida man crashes down mountain attempting to prove he has superpowers...]

[…Mountain crash or murder? The twenty-year-old real-life Zhang Dongsheng case finally solved...]

[Today’s article: The eagle that fell into the valley, how it was reborn...]

[…]

A quick search for “extre surfing” returned surfing destination ads.

A search for “wingsuit flying championship” brought up plane-related news.

Damn.

Gu Sheng clicked his tongue.

Just as Yan Sheng said,

in this world, not only was there no energy drink-sponsored extre sports championship,

extre sports themselves were a niche so small it couldn’t be smaller.

The few stray news reports about extre sports were mostly about failed deadly challenges and a very small number of enthusiasts’ personal shares.

Gu Sheng was a bit dumbfounded.

He hadn’t expected extre sports to be so niche in this world.

“I can imagine the gaming experience of extre sports in a motion-sensing pod,”

Yan Sheng said after a pause,

“but isn’t our ga’s audience… a bit too small?”

However!

Before Yan Sheng finished, Shen Miaomiao’s clear sweet voice sounded from the side, her tone serious:

“Hey—President Yan, did you forget?

Golden Wind has always been about daring to do the impossible!”

“This project! I, Shen Miaomiao, have decided on it!”