Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 393: Old thing! Explode the gold coins!

Late at night.

Even breathing sounds slowly echoed in the bedroom, blending with the faint hum of the humidifier, tinting the night with tranquil colors.

Hummm—

However, the phone on the nightstand vibrated inopportunely, shattering this tranquility and startling the girl from her drowsy slumber.

"Hmm..."

Shen Miaomiao mumbled, eyes closed as she groggily stretched her arm out from under the covers, fumbling for the small bedside lamp.

The touch-activated nightlight emitted a soft glow. Squinting, Shen Miaomiao picked up the phone from the nightstand, blearily identifying it before patting the large hand resting on her slender waist:

"Old Gu, Old Gu, dear..."

"Hiss—huh?"

Hearing Miaomiao's soft, sleepy voice, Gu Sheng also woke up, rubbing his eyes but not moving, instead nuzzling his head into the tender, peach-scented nape of her neck:

"What's wrong..."

"Answer the phone, ah it tickles..."

The breath from Gu Sheng's words made Shen Miaomiao's neck tingle with itchiness, causing her to shrink her neck and turn around to lightly swat his shoulder:

"Hurry up and answer the phone, it's your old fla."

"Oh, then tell her I don't love her anymore,"

Gu Sheng didn't have any ex-girlfriends to speak of, operating on the principle of having a clear conscience. Half-asleep, he thought Little Nezha was joking with him and casually brushed it off:

"You answer it, just say I'm asleep and tell her to stop bothering ..."

"Really?" Hearing this, Shen Miaomiao waved the phone in front of Gu Sheng: "It's your Mr. Moriya."

"Who?"

Whoosh!

Gu Sheng instantly jolted awake. Seeing the caller ID on the screen, he snatched the phone like lightning and pressed answer:

"Ahem—hello? Mr. Moriya?"

Shen Miaomiao: "..."

Shen Miaomiao's eyes nearly rolled back to the South Pacific!

One mont he was completely groggy, and the next, upon hearing it was Moriya's call, he beca instantly alert as if injected with adrenaline.

You dog!

Unable to contain her annoyance, Shen Miaomiao saw the quilt shift as her small hand found Gu Sheng's waist and gave it a firm pinch.

"Ouch—yow yow yow—"

Gu Sheng shuddered, crying out in pain. He quickly grabbed Little Nezha's mischievous hand, wrapped his arm around her head, and planted a couple of light kisses to beg for rcy.

anwhile, Moriya's voice ca through the phone, puzzled:

"What's wrong, Mr. Gu? Did I disturb your rest?"

"It's fine, it's fine,"

Following Shen Miaomiao's gesture, Gu Sheng put the phone on speaker and cleared his throat:

"Is there new developnts?"

Exactly!

Gu Sheng had already guessed why Moriya was calling so late at night!

Because even before "Call of Duty" was released, Uekoe Kagemasa had approached Moriya, hoping to invite Gu Sheng as a consultant for "Night Owl Island" to help salvage his situation a bit.

But at that ti, Gu Sheng was in discussions with Shinji Mikami about purchasing the copyright for the "Resident Evil" series IP.

Afterwards, Moriya had also inford him, thoroughly explaining the predicant Kora and Uekoe Kagemasa were facing.

Both Gu Sheng and Moriya were intelligent n.

From Uekoe Kagemasa's pleading tone, it wasn't hard to discern that he was already teetering on the edge of a cliff.

If not mistaken, so kind of upheaval must have occurred within Kora, and this upheaval was initiated at the board level.

This was what led Uekoe Kagemasa to beco almost completely isolated and helpless, forcing him to seek out his forr rival in desperation.

And such an upheaval!

Naturally made Gu Sheng and Moriya exchange aningful glances.

As a forr executive director of Kora, Moriya was very clear about Kora's internal equity structure.

Uekoe Kagemasa, one of the eight major directors, held 7.85% of Kora's shares.

This ti, the reason the Kora board wanted to move against Uekoe Kagemasa was simply because they coveted the shares in his hands.

The money itself wasn't important; what mattered was needing this portion to achieve complete control over the board and make major decisions affecting the entire Kora Group.

Helping Uekoe Kagemasa? Gu Sheng definitely wouldn't do that.

Because he knew very well that soone like Uekoe Kagemasa, if he actually helped him, would only end up like the fable of the farr and the viper.

This old geezer would definitely be like a snake frozen in the snow, biting back as soon as he recovered.

Besides, Gu Sheng would be thrilled if Kora beca even more chaotic, so why would he be rciful enough to go help Uekoe stabilize the situation?

But!

Regarding the 7.85% of Kora shares in Uekoe Kagemasa's hands!

Gu Sheng was very interested.

So.

He had previously instructed Moriya to keep an eye on the internal power struggles within Kora from ti to ti.

If an opportunity arose, he wouldn't mind stepping in to stir the pot. Even if he couldn't snag the shares, being a troublemaker would be fine too.

And today!

Moriya calling so late!

Aside from this matter, Gu Sheng really couldn't think of anything more urgent!

Sure enough!

Moriya's voice ca through the phone: "Yes, Kora's board has initiated impeachnt proceedings against Uekoe. Additionally, there's been mailing of criminal evidence, and..."

Here,

Moriya paused:

"And death threats."

These words!

Even Gu Sheng couldn't help but tense up.

As soone who grew up in a society with sound legal system, Gu Sheng had heard about the collusion between Japanese business and underworld before,

but when such things were truly laid out before him, it was ultimately terrifying.

Because according to Moriya,

within today's Japanese yakuza organizations, there were groups specifically responsible for handling economic and financial conflicts through violent ans.

The ruthlessness of these people far exceeded ordinary imagination; they would genuinely encase soone in a concrete barrel and sink them into Higashitsu Bay.

"Uekoe just spoke with ,"

Moriya said:

"Right now at Kora, the director coalition led by Ito Suke is pressuring him to hand over his shares."

"The purpose of his call was... to ask if we're interested in acquiring the shares in his possession?"

It's here.

Hearing this, Gu Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly.

Clearly, Uekoe Kagemasa was now filled with resentnt.

He knew very well that even if he cooperated with Ito Suke now and obediently handed over his shares, he wouldn't end up well.

Killing the donkey after it's done grinding—such an outco could be predicted with just a knee-jerk thought.

So, the current Uekoe Kagemasa needed a force to help him escape.

Wherever he could flee to, as long as he could leave Neon.

And currently, the only one who could help him was Golden Wind!

Or rather!

Only Golden Wind's Vice President—Moriya Tetsuya!

Because Moriya Tetsuya's surna was Moriya.

And within the Yamaguchi-gumi, the wakagashira-hosa overseeing the Minami ward of Osaka in Kansai was nad Moriya Yū.

"Acquisition—hmm—"

After pondering for a mont, Gu Sheng thought briefly, then sighed with so regret and shook his head:

"Logically speaking, a board seat in a hegemonic group of the Eastern Hemisphere is very tempting, but unfortunately, we have no money..."

"Ah—"

Hearing this, Moriya Tetsuya on the other end of the phone also let out a sound of understanding.

So utterly shaless!

Was Golden Wind really completely broke now?

Actually, not exactly. Although the developnt preparations for the Golden Engine were in full swing with significant investnt,

Golden Wind was, after all, a dium-sized ga company. It couldn't possibly go completely bankrupt over one engine.

Moreover, with the success of Call of Duty and Euro Truck Simulator, their current capital return rate was quite impressive, even setting new company records.

Although this money might be insufficient to directly buy out 7.85% of a group valued at 32.4 billion, the saying goes 'strike while the iron is hot'—they could always negotiate the price down to what Golden Wind could afford.

After all, wasn't Uekoe Kagemasa now solely relying on them to help him escape Neon?

If they didn't take a bite out of him now, they might never get another chance.

But!

Moriya never expected.

Mr. Gu could be this damn ruthless!

He skipped the bargaining step altogether!

He, just like Ito Suke, didn't want to spend a single cent!

"Perfectly reasonable, right?"

Gu Sheng didn't see anything wrong with it:

"Ito Suke wants his shares and also wants him to spend the rest of his life in a cell wearing handcuffs. We want his shares but can help him leave Neon. This calculation shouldn't be hard to figure out."

No wonder it had to be Mr. Gu!

Hearing this, Moriya couldn't help but ntally applaud!

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Mr. Gu truly lived up to being the shrewd leader he admired!

"Yoshi—"

Moriya nodded repeatedly:

"I understand! Mr. Gu!"

As the call ended, Gu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, then shook his head and chuckled.

He really hadn't expected things to develop like this.

Nor had he expected that this old thing, Uekoe Kagemasa, would actually cough up so gold.

However.

Looking down, he saw Little Nezha looking up at him with a wide grin.

"Are we... going to enter Kora?"

Shen Miaomiao blinked her big eyes, asking with so surprise.

"No,"

Gu Sheng shook his head:

"Why would we enter that piece of junk? 7.85% shares don't grant veto power, can't even cause disruption. Getting in would only lead to being suppressed and eroded, with no benefits at all."

"Then why do we want this hot potato...?"

Shen Miaomiao tilted her head.

Gu Sheng shrugged: "To sell it!"

As he spoke, Gu Sheng smoothed Shen Miaomiao's hair and pulled her into the crook of his arm. The nightlight's glow fell on both their faces, providing a slightly ambiguous illumination for this 'Golden Wind executive board eting'.

Gently patting Little Nezha's jade-like shoulder, Gu Sheng asked: "For a 32.4 billion group, how much is 7.85% equity theoretically worth?"

"25.43 billion?" Shen Miaomiao's math skills were no worse than a calculator's.

"Right,"

Hearing this, Gu Sheng nodded:

"Since Ito Suke needs this portion of shares so badly, isn't it reasonable for us, as middlen, to earn a bit of price difference from it? Selling it to him for 30 billion isn't too much, is it?"

Huh???

Hearing this!

Shen Miaomiao couldn't help but tremble, her big eyes filled with shock at the shaless person and amazent at the wicked capitalist!

"President Gu?"

Shen Miaomiao was stunned. She turned over, looking Gu Sheng up and down, then raised her phone like a microphone, holding it to his mouth:

"Let interview you—how can you utter such a vicious phrase like 'earn price difference'?"

Buddy, what price difference are we talking about?!

Didn't you essentially snatch this 2.5 billion dollar equity right out of poor Uekoe's hands?!

We didn't spend a single cent on this white thing?!

And you're planning to flip it and ruthlessly fleece Kora for 3 billion?!

Seeing this, Gu Sheng cleared his throat and assud a formal posture for the interview:

"Ahem, Ms. Reporter, please watch your wording. This is normal business activity; all transactions are voluntary on both sides. Please refrain from malicious speculation."

"Wow—"

Shen Miaomiao was amazed at Gu Sheng's ability to change faces:

"Mr. Gu truly lives up to his external reputation of being a wolf in sheep's clothing."

Hearing this!

Gu Sheng chuckled lightly, then waved his hand slightly:

"Ah—that's not quite accurate. The external evaluation of being a wolf in sheep's clothing is actually biased, after all, they've never seen my truly beastly side."

As he spoke!

Shen Miaomiao felt the arm around her shoulder tighten, and imdiately after, Gu Sheng lowered his head and whispered:

"And you, my dear reporter lady, are in for a treat today."

"Ah... ah...?"

Hearing this, Shen Miaomiao's face instantly flushed red. She asked softly in a sweet, gentle voice:

"Then may I ask, Mr. Gu, what treat do I get to enjoy today?"

"You get the exclusive interview rights with the wolf in sheep's clothing and... the experience rights!"

With that!

Whoosh!

The corner of the quilt lifted. The lightweight, warm goose-down silk quilt billowed like rolling hills, reflecting the ambiguous glow of the nightlight...