At first, Sayuri didn't think much of these gas.
She didn't find them particularly entertaining.
She just wanted to give them a try.
However, as she gradually got into them, she found herself sowhat addicted.
The little characters jumping on the TV screen, stomping on monsters one after another, clearing levels ti and ti again, injected an adrenaline rush.
It was a unique feedback.
Each level passed imdiately gave a sense of accomplishnt.
And every ti she died, Sayuri would feel frustrated, constantly reflecting on her mistakes, and then starting over again.
In this way, without realizing it, Sayuri imrsed herself in them for half a day.
It wasn't until now that Sayuri suddenly realized.
It seems... this thing is really interesting.
This thing is fine if you don't touch it, but once you do, you'll never forget that feeling.
Takayuki said, "Nowadays, there are too many entertainnt options for these kids around. I can't guarantee taking their ti away from all these entertainnts, so we can only take it step by step. Okay, enough of that, let's focus on researching the plan for small-scale production next."
"Small-scale production?" Sayuri, who was still imrsed in mories of Mario levels just now, suddenly beca alert.
"Are you suggesting...?"
Takayuki showed a gentle smile and nodded.
"Yes, just as you're thinking. Next, we probably need to work hard for a few days, aiming to produce twenty of these ga consoles in a week and then sell them all to nearby arcades."
Sayuri was dumbfounded on the spot. Twenty in a week?
It took her and Takayuki almost a week to make the first one.
Of course, there was a lot of ti spent on constant revisions and corrections.
With the experience of making one already, making another one shouldn't be that difficult.
But making ten more in such a short ti is still too difficult for the two of them, right?!
"Takayuki, could you lower the number a bit more." Sayuri showed a sowhat pitiful look.
Seeing Sayuri's pitiful appearance, Takayuki nodded and said, "Alright, you've worked hard too. I'll handle the rest, my energy is still abundant."
In his past life, Takayuki died from overwork.
He certainly understood the pain of working 996.
If it's for oneself, staying up all night working isn't a big deal.
But Sayuri, to put it bluntly, is just an employee.
For the boss's 996, Takayuki felt embarrassed to say it outright.
"Huh? That's it? I thought you would ask to work harder in exchange for more pay," Sayuri said, sounding sowhat disappointed.
Takayuki shook his head, "Money is endless. I can't just keep giving you more money for working hard. Rest when you need to rest, but during regular working hours, you can't slack off!"
Sayuri imdiately straightened up and saluted.
"Yes, sir!"
Takayuki pondered for a mont.
With his current level of skill, making thirteen or fourteen in a week shouldn't be a problem.
If there's a mature assembly line, it would be even better.
However, the money he currently has is not much. His parents in this world have so money, but they're not extravagant, and his pocket money also has its limits.
Moreover, he still needs to save so money for his future preparations. There's no extra money to find a factory for production.
Unless this batch of ga consoles sells well, he won't have the opportunity to consider finding a factory to produce the next batch of ga consoles.
Takayuki has already planned it out. All the fifteen consoles will be sold to different arcades in Tokyo, and then they will advertise to the children where they can enjoy themselves. Everything will fall into place after that.
The so-called arcades are actually comprehensive entertainnt areas.
Among them, there are places for children to play, places similar to gambling machines, and also so scattered arcade machines for playing gas.
However, the quality of those arcade gas is quite poor, to the extent that people dislike them.
The most popular ga in the arcade is probably the pachinko machines.
To put it bluntly, this thing is a gambling machine.
In the context of economic depression, paradoxically, these pachinko machines are thriving in Japan, occupying the streets and alleys, becoming the only pasti for many people who have fallen into despair.
In Japan in the previous life, it was more or less the sa, but not as crazy as in this world.
Perhaps it's because the ga console industry was almost nonexistent, or maybe it's sothing else. Takayuki didn't study economics and social sciences, so he couldn't understand the reasons too much.
Placing so such ga consoles in these arcades, let's see how the profits turn out.
Then, for the next week, Takayuki stayed indoors without going out.
Sayuri would at least go out to buy so food during her rest ti.
Takayuki provides food and lodging and gives a high daily wage, which Sayuri appreciates very much. So she is a bit afraid that Takayuki, the boss, will suddenly collapse, so she buys more delicious food and supplents to bring back. Takayuki, on the other hand, has gained a little weight during this week.
After a week, fifteen decent ga consoles were finally completed.
Looking at the fifteen red-and-white machines with their cheap plastic casings, Takayuki was sowhat moved by the familiar feeling that ca rushing back.
"Phew, it's finally over. Takayuki, can't you take a break now? I see you haven't slept for seven days and nights."
"Hmm? Rest? Oh, that can wait. We still have another thing to do today."
Despite Takayuki's energy being high as a freak, dark circles still appeared under his eyes.
But to Takayuki, it was all worth it.
Sayuri was a bit worried.
Takayuki really can push himself hard.
"Um, about that, why don't you let drive instead of you? Just tell where to go."
Takayuki didn't refuse this ti but took out a map.
The map marked the locations of several arcades he had already investigated.
"It's at these places."
Sayuri and Takayuki together loaded the ga consoles and the prepared TVs into a small van, and then Sayuri drove the car according to the map's instructions to prepare for the first target location.
As for Takayuki, he seed to finally succumb to the assault of exhaustion and slowly closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
He was indeed a bit tired.
From 09:00 to 21:00 for six days per week
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