Reborn Tokyo Golden Age

In an ultra-luxury apartment in Asakusa, Tanimura was packing his things.

He has just received a call from the landlord that he has to move out before the end of the month.

While absent-mindedly stuffing the clothes into the suitcase, Tanimura lamented in his heart.

I never thought that I, Tancun, the former president of the dignified HAL Research Institute, would have a day when I couldn't pay the rent.

Since leaving home from HAL last month, what happened to Tanimura this month can be described as the darkest time in his life.

1.8% of the shares were only sold for 200,000 yen, not to mention, even his girlfriend ran away.

Yes, after hearing that Tanimura left HAL and didn't get any compensation, his girlfriend quietly left after a week without saying goodbye.

As someone who hangs out with him every day, his girlfriend knows very well that Tanimura has no savings.

All the money is invested in the stock market and the securities market, if that's all it is.

But Tanimura's gambling luck is extremely bad, and he has almost never won whether it is stocks or securities.

The monthly salary of two to three million is either used for extravagant drinking or thrown into the stock market.

In the end, when he patted his butt and left, he realized that he had no savings at all, except for the 200,000 yen for selling shares.

But this amount of money is not even enough for his food expenses for a month, let alone the rent of a luxury apartment worth hundreds of thousands a month.

His girlfriend was very aware of Gu Cun's character and family background, so she turned around and left without hesitation.

But this is not the worst. Since leaving HAL for a month, Tanimura has hit a wall everywhere.

Because there is no deposit, all the savings on hand including the 200,000 yen for selling shares, add up to less than 1 million.

Gu Cun also knows very well that if he doesn't try to find a way to make money, he will not be able to pay the rent next month.

So Tanimura, who had been decadent for a few days, put on his formal clothes again, planning to find a decent job for himself first.

When he has enough savings to gather 5 million yen, he plans to set up his own software club.

With his contacts and various resources, it must be easy to make money.

However, the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny.

Not to mention collecting enough 5 million, he didn't even find the first job.

Those slightly famous software clubs declined him immediately after hearing his name.

If one family is like this, it is accidental, but if every family is like this, it is not normal.

Of course, it is not that no one is willing to accept him, but Tanimura, who has a salary of more than 100,000 yen a month, is really not interested.

How can I be the president of HAL, the president of HAL, how can I become a small programmer.

Besides, with a salary of more than 100,000 yuan, when will I be able to make up 5 million yuan.

Tan Cun, who hit the wall a few times, was disheartened and spent all day getting drunk in the apartment.

He knew that he was blocked by the entire software industry, and there must be the shadow of that Bai Chuan-san behind this.

But knowing this, Tanimura has nothing to do.

Compared with such a behemoth, his personal power is almost insignificant.

Damn, this is hegemonic, dark, inhuman bullying.

While cursing, Tanimura packed his luggage distractedly.

Suddenly a piece of news in the newspaper on the floor broke into his eyes.

"The Baichuan family was blessed with twins, and the eldest son was born! The Baichuan Empire has a successor!"

"Sla~!" Gu Cun, who was out of breath, grabbed the newspaper and tore it clean.

I am penniless, and my girlfriend ran away, who is to blame for all this?

It's all right now, the family is still aristocratic, and the family is happy.

There is even more than one female star in her arms, and she has countless assets in Tokyo.

Compared with his own body alone, the resentment in Tanimura's heart seemed to erupt in essence.

No, why is my life so miserable, but you are so chic.

Isn't it just two or three hundred million yen for stock trading? This amount of money is nothing to you, Bai Chuanfeng.

Besides, without me, Tanimura, there would be no HAL today.

Not to mention two or three hundred million, even you, Bai Chuanfeng, should give me two billion in vain.

The more he thought about it, the more angry Gu Cun kicked away the suitcase on the ground, he refused to accept it!

The 1.8% of the shares are worth at least two billion yen, and all of this is Bai Chuanfeng's conspiracy.

The so-called misappropriation of public funds is just a cover, taking this opportunity to take away the shares in your own hands is the ultimate goal!

Tanimura, who thought he had uncovered the true face of the incident, became more and more angry.

But now that the letter has been signed, there is nothing I can do to find the other party by myself.

The impotent and furious Tanimura turned around twice in the empty living room with his hips akimbo, and a bold idea gradually came to his mind.

Yes, and a handheld.

Although he patronizes stock trading, he also knows a little about the development of handheld devices.

If anyone in the industry is interested in Shirakawa Electric's handheld project, of course it is its old rival.

Tanimura's eyes lit up, and he turned his gaze to the northwest.

After packing up his luggage carelessly that day, Tanimura bought a ticket and boarded the train to Kyoto.

"A new generation of handhelds?" Hiroshi Yamauchi and Junpei Yokoi looked at each other in the office, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

"Hay, the project was first approved at the end of last year, and it began to be implemented at the beginning of last year." Sitting opposite them, Gu Cun explained with a nod and bow.

"With such a long development time, why is there no news from the outside world?" Junpei Yokoi couldn't help asking.

Also as a developer, he knows very well that in the past two years, a handheld should have come out long ago.

But now this handheld has not only not come out, there is even no news of publicity, which is unreasonable.

"Uh" Tanimura smiled awkwardly, "There was a little accident, but it's a good thing, don't you think Yamauchi-san?"

As the chief culprit for delaying the progress, he even invited the people of Nintendo to take credit.

This. Yamauchi Hiroshi and Yokoi Gunpei looked at each other, both showing half-smile expressions.

Shameless~ But this is indeed a good thing for Nintendo.

To be honest, if Tanimura hadn't taken the initiative to inform them, they really didn't know that Baichuan Electric was secretly developing a new generation of handheld devices.

And listening to the opponent's caliber, it seems that it is still a greatly improved handheld, and it is a product of a different generation from the current disposable handheld.

Hiroshi Yamauchi and Gunpei Yokoi couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat after seeing Shirakawa Electric's breakthroughs in various technologies and ideas.

If everything went well and Shirakawa Electric launched an epoch-making handheld this year, then Nintendo's current one-time handheld will die miserably.

FC loses first, and the Game Watch handheld is killed in seconds, then it will be really difficult for Nintendo.

Because of FC's profits before, Nintendo's stock price finally rose to more than 2,000 yen.

But because of the recent recall, the stock price fell to less than 2,000 again.

If it suffers another blow of dimensionality reduction from the handheld, the stock price will be leaked thousands of miles if it is not good.

It's okay, it's okay~ Hiroshi Yamauchi and Junpei Yokoi are secretly rejoicing in their hearts, who would have thought that there would be a traitor in the other party's team?

This is indeed a good thing for Nintendo.

"Tanimura-san" Hiroshi Yamauchi's expression became more and more gentle, "Then why are you here this time?"

"Cough" Tanimura coughed lightly, and then asked in a low voice, "Is Yamauchi-san interested in Shirakawa Electric's handheld?"

The expressions on the faces of Hiroshi Yamauchi and Junpei Yokoi are self-evident, isn't this nonsense?

Of course they were interested, so both of them showed a knowing look.

"So Nintendo's development team needs a new department head?" Tanimura continued to ask in a low voice.

Hiroshi Yamauchi frowned, and Gunpei Yokoi's expression became even more subtle.

Who is Nintendo's current head of handheld development? It was Junpei Yokoi who was sitting across from him.

Why, you want to be a tauren in front of others, right?

Cough~, this time it was Hiroshi Yamauchi who coughed lightly.

"Tanimura-san, this is Nintendo, so don't speak so quietly. In Kyoto, I will keep you safe."

Hiroshi Yamauchi said this sentence with full confidence, just kidding, the signboard of the Yamauchi family is not a decoration in Kyoto.

"Also, Nintendo's development team has no plans to change personnel for the time being. So." Hiroshi Yamauchi said straight to the point, "So Tanimura-san might as well make an offer."

Tancun muttered dissatisfiedly in his heart that he looked down on Lao Tzu. But this is just incidental, his real purpose is to make money.

"Buy it, 200 million yen!" Tanimura raised two fingers to gesture.

"Yamauchi-san, please understand that this contains the detailed information of the handheld chip SIC8089A, as well as the parameter information of the new screen STN-LCD.

In addition, Shirakawa Electric's handheld development indicators will also be provided, which is the package price of the project progress, personnel composition, and parts information! "

In order to sell it for a good price, Tanimura also went all out. He is going to sell all the information he has control over.

As for his asking price, a trace of disdain flashed in Hiroshi Yamauchi's eyes.

"Tanimura-san, it's also a buyout price, and Nintendo's asking price is 2 million yen."

"Yamauchi-san!" Tanimura was stunned, how could there be such a counter-offer.

I offer 200 million, you open 2 million, this difference of a hundred times is simply insincere.

But unlike his excitement, Hiroshi Yamauchi behaved calmly from beginning to end.

"Tanimura-san, two million is a lot.

And regarding the handheld, Nintendo has its own technology accumulation, and a lot of information you provide is not that important to us. "

Yokoi Junhei also showed an indifferent expression very cooperatively. How could I care about such a little bit of news?

"But Yamauchi-san, this is a brand new technology, an STN screen that you have never seen before. Believe me, it will surprise you a little bit."

"Is that so, but I heard that Sharp has a new LCD technology to announce recently"

The two parties came and went several times, and finally Tanimura threatened to sell it to Sega, and finally raised the price to 5 million yen.

After verifying the information he brought, Hiroshi Yamauchi happily completed the transaction directly in cash.

After going out this door, both parties will not recognize the existence of this transaction.

When Tanimura left the office with the money on his back, Hiroshi Yamauchi hurriedly greeted Junpei Yokoi.

"Yokoi-san, immediately analyze the related technology of Shirakawa Electric.

Digest it into our stuff as soon as possible, a rare opportunity, don't miss a single punctuation mark! "

"Hay!"

Facts have proved that Nintendo does not need Shirakawa Electric's technology.

Hiroshi Yamauchi wished that through this document, he could get a clean look at Shirakawa Electric's technology.

"In addition, our next-generation handheld research and development will begin immediately.

Compared with Baichuan Electric, we have fallen behind, and now the top priority is to narrow the gap with them. "

"Hay!" Junhei Yokoi also agreed with a serious face.

What an amazing opponent for Alexander, if you don't pay attention, you will be crushed and unable to turn over.

From the beginning to the end, neither of them mentioned their plan to stay in Tancun.

This kind of 25-year-old boy betrayed his master once, and there will be a second time.

A traitor, always a traitor. Even people from the enemy camp would not wait to see him.