Zhang nglong's statent excited both Ma Hua and Ding Sanshi. As the first generation of ga developers in Huaxia, they naturally hoped that gas developed by Huaxia could stand at the top of the world.
But the reality is that most of the gas that are currently popular around the world weren't independently developed by Huaxia. That's a fact.
"But doesn't it take quite so ti to develop a ga?" Ma Hua said, noting that the developnt of a large-scale ga often took years.
Indeed, Zhang nglong's technical skills were exceptional. Being able to create such a cheat program proved his skills were far above the developnt team of "Era Overlord." They believed that Zhang nglong definitely had the capability to make even more outstanding gas.
But having skills was one thing, whether he could achieve results was another matter altogether.
To develop an excellent ga, even with a decent team, it took at least six months to two or three years, all of which required the accumulation of ti.
True, Zhang nglong wasn't short on money, and he could afford to spend a year or so even without making a profit.
But the Huaxia gaming market couldn't afford to wait that long. Without any outstanding dostic gas, they would have to endure being carved up by foreign ga developers, with huge amounts of money flowing into the pockets of foreigners, which was certainly not a pleasant thing.
"President Zhang, have you thought about how much we stand to lose each year if our Huaxia gaming industry faces unfair boycotts?" Ma Hua sighed, "IP derivative products, ga recharge commissions, and such, the annual loss is at least tens of billions."
"So what are you implying?" Zhang nglong felt there was more to their words.
"President Zhang, actually, I don't think we need to be at loggerheads with them. It's just a matter of pride for them, and frankly, if everyone sat down for a al and talked it over, it would likely get resolved."
"Yes, President Zhang, it doesn't seem worthwhile to suffer such significant losses to our gaming market just for a mont of satisfaction."
"You want
to apologize and show weakness?" Zhang nglong scoffed, "Gentlen, do you know what conditions he offered ? 10 billion US dollars. Do you think I, Zhang nglong, am an idiot?"
"This situation is of your own making!" Ding Sanshi muttered under his breath.
Zhang nglong laughed without taking Ding Sanshi's complaint to heart. After all, strictly speaking, this matter was indeed related to him. Both of them had suffered losses recently, so it was understandable that they had so grievances against him.
"I know that both of you have suffered a lot this ti, and I know that today you have many issues with , Zhang nglong. Furthermore, I realize that you don't only want
to bow to Prophet for your own sakes," Zhang nglong said, "But have you ever thought whether you would be willing to see our gaming industry remain in this half-dead state forever?"
The two n were silent. As the first generation of gars, they certainly hoped their gas would be hot dostically and sweep across the world.
"Last year, our country's chip technology was at the rcy of others, and we had to act according to their whims. But now, I, Zhang nglong, have made those Western countries beg for our chips. In the gaming industry, I also want to reach the point where others have to act according to our expressions, rather than surviving by compromise!"
"Sigh! All of this needs ti, it all requires ti!" Ding Sanshi said.
The once wildly popular "Dream Journey to the West" had paved a golden path for NetEase's gas, but now it had gradually beco a ga of nostalgia. The old players were leaving, the new players were not interested, creating a significant pain point.
Although they were also developing a new engine and new gas, the market response was not good. Compared to those finely-crafted foreign productions, their efforts seed sowhat clumsy and inadequate.
Indeed, their ga engine upgrades were fast, but they had started too late. The top gaming companies were advancing just as rapidly, and there was a long road ahead if they wanted to catch up.
"How long would it take for us to build up our own market independently?" Ma Hua took off his glasses and rubbed his temples, "We can't afford to wait."
"That's exactly why I was willing to accept the invitation from you gentlen today." Zhang nglong had eaten quite a bit, his appetite much better than Ding Sanshi's and Ma Hua's.
"Co on, I'll show you a real treasure!" Zhang nglong said mysteriously.
"A treasure?" Ding Sanshi and Ma Hua quickly finished off the goose liver and steak on the table, "See what?"
"You'll know when you get there."
Zhang nglong took out his mobile phone and called Hong Yi, "Hong Yi, get ready, I'm bringing Mr. Ding and Mr. Ma over for a visit."
After speaking, Zhang nglong directly led the way out.
The two exchanged glances, then quickly followed.
Arriving at the elevator, Ding Sanshi eagerly pressed the button to go down, but Zhang nglong smiled and said, "The place is a bit far, we won't drive, let's take the helicopter!"
This hotel was Zhang nglong's own property, and he could use the helipad on the roof whenever he wanted.
"Mr. Zhang, did you know we were coming back to look for you today?" Ding Sanshi and Ma Hua asked.
As well-known dostic tycoons, they naturally had their own helicopters, but one must understand that helicopters couldn't just fly anyti—they'd create chaos in the skies, wouldn't they?
Direct departure to the sky required prior coordination with air traffic control, providing a flight plan at least a day in advance and paying a deposit each ti.
Furthermore, even if the flight plan was cancelled, the deposit wouldn't be refunded, since the relevant departnts incurred corresponding expenses in manpower and resources.
They had just issued the invitation to et with Zhang nglong today; if he could now take them flying, it ant Zhang nglong must have applied for this flight route at least yesterday.
If it wasn't for Zhang nglong's incredible skills in dealing with the related departnts, then he must have the ability of a Prophet, having already known they were coming back today.
Regardless of the reason, it was evident that Zhang nglong was not to be underestimated.
"I didn't know," Zhang nglong shook his head.
"Do you have connections in the air traffic control departnt?" Ding Sanshi continued to inquire.
"I don't know anyone," Zhang nglong still shook his head.
"Then why doesn't your flight need advance flight record submission?"
"But I did submit," Zhang nglong was puzzled by their questioning, "I submit every day."
"Submit every day?" They were both astounded.
"Yes, since I never know when I'll need to use the helicopter, I just made routine submissions for all potential helipad locations and places I might go, so I can leave anyti."
"How many routes do you need to submit daily?"
"If it's within the country, then over three thousand routes a day," Zhang nglong roughly estimated.
"But if you don't use them every day, wouldn't all those deposits be wasted?" They knew how much a single route would cost, with an annual package for one route amounting to at least a million US Dollars.
Three thousand routes, and they believed Zhang nglong would hardly use them once a day, so this money was almost completely wasted!
That's tens of billions gone to waste in just one year!
"Then consider it a donation to the nation!" Zhang nglong patted Ma Hua on the shoulder, "Only a few tens of billions a year, it's convenient for
and it contributes to the country too, isn't this a good thing? Your vision is still too small!"
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