Chapter 807
The walls were filled with pictures and figures of famous ga characters, revealing the CEO’s taste.
Yoo-hyun’s eyes stopped at the center of the CEO’s office.
On the scattered single sofas, five n and won were sitting.
Lee Seunghyuk, the manager who recognized their faces belatedly, gasped and covered his mouth.
“Wow! All five of the top editors are here...”
“Is that a big deal?”
Nadoha whispered with a puzzled look, but Yoo-hyun ignored him and entered the room.
Thump, thump.
He walked confidently, but he didn’t forget to scan their faces.
‘Three n and two won.’
Their impressions matched what Yoo-hyun had already figured out. They were in their late thirties or early forties.
Yoo-hyun looked at the man with big glasses, freckles, and bushy hair.
The man t his eyes and got up from his seat.
“Mr. Steve, you’re here.”
“Mr. Sato, nice to et you.”
“ too.”
Sato Hiroshi, the leader of Morumoru and the official CEO, smiled.
The five top editors of Morumoru were very busy people in their own fields.
It was hard to gather them in one place since they had different areas of expertise.
Yoo-hyun had accomplished a difficult task in one go.
How did he do it?
Thud.
He sat down and questions poured out at him.
“You’re collaborating with Miyamoto Shigeru?”
“How did you manage to get Mario’s father on board?”
“How could you buy the legend of Nintendo with money?”
Mario?
Nintendo?
Director Lee Seung-hyuk was dumbfounded by the unexpected news.
Even I, who didn’t know much Japanese, tilted my head at the familiar words.
Feeling the two people’s gazes on him, Yoo-hyun hid his nervousness and recalled what Tanaka had said.
-All the editors of Morumoru are huge fans of Miyamoto Shigeru, the executive director of Nintendo. If you throw them a bait, they will surely want to et you.
The editors of Morumoru were not interested in businessn like Son Jeong-eui.
They wouldn’t budge even if Bill Gates or President Obama ca.
But there was one thing.
There was one person they all shared a common interest in.
It was Miyamoto Shigeru, the legend of Nintendo and the father of Mario.
He had rejected a astronomical offer from Microsoft in one stroke and was revered as a god among Nintendo maniacs.
But he was so shrouded in mystery and rarely active outside, that even the five editors of Morumoru, who dominated the industry, had a hard ti eting him.
And he suddenly decided to collaborate with a Korean company!
It was no wonder they were surprised and ca looking for Yoo-hyun.
Swish.
“I ca in a hurry and my throat is a bit dry.”
Yoo-hyun touched his throat and changed the subject, and a woman with short brown hair slapped Sato Hiroshi.
“Yeah, Sato, you’re being a poor host to our guest.”
“Really?”
“Really? Go get us so drinks right now.”
“Okay, okay. Just a minute.”
Sato Hiroshi, the representative, sprang up and headed for the refrigerator.
The other editors didn’t even bother to look at him.
Just by seeing this, Yoo-hyun could tell that they had an equal relationship.
He calmly assessed the situation as he bought so ti.
The possibility of getting the answer he wanted from them?
Zero.
He had only hoped for a eting and made a fuss, but he had no plan to fix the ss.
‘How do I persuade Miyamoto Shigeru?’
At this stage, that was harder than eting the five editors-in-chief.
Instead, Yoo-hyun decided to take in as much information as possible with his eyes.
Since it was just the beginning, he needed to prepare for a long battle.
Swish.
He casually turned his head and scanned the faces of the editors sitting across from him.
Yosuke Matsutaka, the editor-in-chief of an IT product magazine.
Hayashi Takeru, the editor-in-chief of a local culture information magazine.
Fukada Jun, the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine.
Shinozaka Minami, the editor-in-chief of an entertainnt magazine.
He didn’t just stop at familiarizing himself with their faces, but added his own observation skills on top of the information that Tanaka had prepared for him.
What they were wearing, what accessories they had, what kind of notebooks they had, and so on.
All this information would be the key to solving the problem in the future.
Yoo-hyun then looked at the objects around him.
He carefully observed everything that was placed here, thinking that everything had a aning.
Among them, one object caught his eye.
A long stand with a stainless steel base, on which an old Nintendo console was displayed.
It didn’t look special, like an early model or a limited edition.
It wasn’t well-preserved either, but a dusty console in a plastic case. Why did they bother to display it?
As he focused more on it, he saw a small handwriting on the front of the case, as if written with a na pen.
-Yamamoto Haruda
It wasn’t the na of any of the five editors-in-chief.
“Hmm.”
Yoo-hyun pondered for a mont and straightened his posture as he felt the presence of soone nearby.
Sato Hiroshi offered him a drink.
“Here, have so.”
“Thank you.”
Yoo-hyun smiled inwardly as he took the can drink from him.
‘He has a definite style.’
There was a cute animation character drawn on the can.
Thud.
He put down the can after taking a sip, and Sato Hiroshi asked him again, as if impatient.
“Is your throat better now?”
“Yes. But I’m a bit curious about sothing.”
“What is it?”
“Why are you asking about Miyamoto-san?”
“Eh?”
Sato Hiroshi looked at the other editors after hearing Yoo-hyun’s answer.
Among them, the brown-haired editor who had asked for a drink earlier, Fukada Jun, spoke up.
“Rumor has it that you had a deal with Miyamoto Shigeru.”
“A deal? What do you an by that?”
“Well, I heard that...”
Fukada Jun looked flustered as Yoo-hyun tilted his head.
“I’m considering a ga review service. I have a lot of fans of Miyamoto-san in Korea, so I wanted to et him. But that’s not sothing that has happened yet.”
“...”
Yoo-hyun had never ntioned his encounter with Miyamoto Shigeru himself.
It was just a misunderstanding caused by the rumor that Danaka had secretly spread.
He would have dismissed it as nonsense if it was a completely fabricated story.
But the nas of Steve Jobs, Paul Graham, Laura Parker, and others who were known to have a connection with Yoo-hyun made the rumor seem more credible.
‘There wasn’t enough ti to verify it either.’
Since it wasn’t Yoo-hyun’s fault, they couldn’t say anything.
Sato Hiroshi sighed and looked at Yoo-hyun after a mont of silence.
“So, why are you here?”
“I ca to make an offer. You agreed to et , so I ca here as soon as I arrived in Japan.”
“I see.”
His face showed disappointnt as he nodded.
The other editors, who had been looking forward to it, also expressed their dissatisfaction.
“What a letdown.”
“I knew it. Sothing was off. This is all your fault, Hayashi.”
“Ha! I swear I got it from a reliable source... No, I’m sorry.”
Hayashi Takeru, who had gathered them all, apologized.
This ti, Sato Hiroshi diated his colleagues and asked Yoo-hyun.
“Let’s hear it. What’s your offer?”
“Before that, I’d like to explain about Reverb.”
“No. Just tell us the main point. We don’t have much ti.”
They didn’t need to hear the explanation if they didn’t want to.
They must have already learned about Reverb while investigating the collaboration with Miyamoto Shigeru.
Then what should he say here?
He could stall for ti, but that would be a disadvantage.
It might be hard to get another chance to talk to them all in one place.
Of course, Yoo-hyun chose to face them head-on.
He took a breath and his eyes sparkled.
“Then I’ll get straight to the point. I want to acquire Morumoru...”
As soon as the word ‘acquire’ ca out, Sato Hiroshi cut him off.
“We’re not selling Morumoru.”
“Please listen to the conditions first.”
“We don’t need them. Please leave.”
“But...”
Yoo-hyun tried to say more, but Sato Hiroshi’s hand was already on the red buzzer next to the sofa.
Beep.
“Please escort the guest out. Thank you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened and security guards ca in.
He had no ti to make excuses.
Yoo-hyun was practically kicked out of the office.
A little later.
Nadoha, who ca out of the building, was dumbfounded.
“Hyung, we just got kicked out, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I knew it. The atmosphere changed all of a sudden. Are you okay?”
“What’s not to be okay? These things happen.”
Yoo-hyun answered nonchalantly and shrugged his shoulders.
Lee Seunghyuk, the manager, spoke to him in a calm tone.
“President, it was good that you made the appointnt, but you were too hasty.”
“But I showed them my intention to acquire all five of them. That’s enough.”
“Wouldn’t that just build more walls?”
“It’s fine. We can get over the walls.”
“How exactly...”
The acquisition war was just beginning.
He understood their curiosity, but the story seed to be long, so Yoo-hyun made another suggestion.
“How about we talk about it over ran?”
“Ran?”
“Yes. There’s an amazing place nearby.”
Yoo-hyun smiled and pulled Nadoha and Lee Seunghyuk by the arms.
The place they entered was a traditional Japanese ran shop on the outskirts of Akihabara.
The ran shop, which was not very large, had no individual tables for custors to sit alone.
Instead, there was a long, bar-shaped table in the center where they could face the chef, so they had to sit side by side to eat with their group.
Yoo-hyun, who sat on the narrow side of the bar-shaped table, glanced at the chef who was chopping green onions.
Thud thud thud thud thud.
The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board was impressive.
He looked up and saw a large sign above his white chef’s hat.
Yamamoto Ran.
This ran shop, nad after the chef’s surna, Yamamoto Ryohei, was a place that Yoo-hyun had visited often when he ca to Japan alone a while ago.
The food was very good, but the chef was more morable.
He had thick eyebrows and no double eyelids, and his body was solid despite being in his 60s.
He knew a lot of information around him and answered any questions right away, and he was also interested in Korea, so he beca friends with Yoo-hyun quickly.
Yoo-hyun had stayed here for quite a long ti and talked to him about various things.
He even introduced him to Reverb.
‘I don’t know if he understood it exactly.’
Yoo-hyun was recalling his old mories for a mont.
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