Video Game Tycoon in Tokyo-Chapter 774: Are There Any New Games?

In a typical publicly listed company, an office like this would be nearly impossible.

Most CEOs are, when you get down to it, still just highly paid employees.

Sure, they're wealthy, but they usually can't afford to stand too far apart from the rest of the staff in terms of appearance or workplace privilege.

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But at Gamestar Electronic Entertainment, things were different. Takayuki could do whatever he wanted—he called all the shots.

Of course, this was also because of his immense authority and status within the company. To the outside world, he was almost a mythic figure.

And when someone has been elevated to such legendary status, having a few "special privileges" seemed only natural.

"Bob, it's been about half a year, hasn't it?"

As Bob was still marveling at the oversized game figures and endless game-themed elements, Takayuki had already walked over.

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"Mr. Takayuki, it really has been a while—you look as full of energy as ever."

Takayuki replied, "No need to flatter me. I'm not that old. Come on, take a seat anywhere."

Bob obediently sat down on a fake rock beside the BT Titan model. There weren't designated seats in the room—you could sit wherever you liked.

At that moment, Takayuki's assistant emerged, poured tea for both of them, and quietly left.

"So, how long are you planning to stay in China?" Takayuki asked casually.

"That depends on how the negotiations go. But I don't think I'll need to stay too long. Actually, I have a bit of a connection to China—my cousin's aunt is Chinese. Maybe I can use that to build some goodwill," Bob said.

Takayuki gave no particular reaction.

Family ties don't exactly influence national decisions.

"Actually, Mr. Takayuki, one reason I came here was to thank you."

"Thank me?"

"Yes, because of your guidance, we found a new direction. Our smartphone business is booming now. If it weren't for your game lineup launching on our devices, I think we'd be in the same boat as other companies who once tried to compete with MicFort—we'd have faded into irrelevance."

Bob spoke sincerely. This wasn't flattery—he truly meant it.

Takayuki had helped him immensely along the way.

Bob had started out as just another geeky guy. His initial reason for creating a social network was to spite one of his ex-girlfriends—she had said he would never amount to anything due to his lack of social skills.

That grudge pushed him to start a social media company.

He gained some fame eventually, but he was never the biggest name.

Without Takayuki, his company might have grown steadily, sure, but he estimated the ceiling would have been around $1 billion at best.

With Takayuki's advice and ideas, however, Facebook's growth became explosive.

Bob's gratitude was heartfelt.

Takayuki waved it off. "No need to thank me. You've got talent yourself—I only pointed the way."

Takayuki saw Bob as a reliable and obedient subordinate, which was rare.

Even now that Bob had real power and fame, he still humbly followed Takayuki's advice. Just for that alone, Takayuki was happy to keep him in his inner circle.

From Takayuki's point of view, Facebook was still just a piggy bank.

If that piggy bank ever got too full, he'd consider selling it off to expand his game empire.

"So, game sales seem to be going pretty well, huh?" Takayuki asked.

"Extremely well. We're making more than $500,000 in net profit every single day just from games. That's over $100 million in yearly pure profit. I have to say—games are a money-printing machine!"

This was only the beginning. Takayuki hadn't even introduced real mobile monetization methods yet.

In his original world, mechanics like loot boxes and gacha systems became standard in mobile gaming—bringing in insane profits.

These models exploited humanity's craving for gambling and randomness, and while controversial, they were undeniably effective.

He figured that eventually, he'd create something like Hearthstone.

After all, if he didn't do it, someone else would. No point in holding back.

Gaming was about making people happy—where the joy came from wasn't as important, as long as it wasn't malicious.

Bob looked at Takayuki with a hopeful expression. "Actually... while sales are still good, we're hitting a bit of a plateau. Numbers are slowly dipping. Mr. Takayuki, do you think it might be time to make a new mobile game?"

Gamestar's mobile team had already been working on new projects.

Some had sold well, even hitting a million units on Facebook's app store.

Other developers were also eager to jump in and bring their games to mobile for an extra revenue stream.

But core gamers had a limit. It did seem like they'd hit a bottleneck.

They'd already captured pretty much all the core gaming market. There wasn't much room for more growth there.

"Hm..." Takayuki fell into thought.

It did seem like a real problem.

A slowdown in growth wasn't a huge issue in itself, but the market was far from saturated. If his side wasn't growing, that meant MicFort's was—and that meant giving the enemy momentum.

That couldn't happen.

He really should think about making something new.