His game was a small-scale one that could operate as a mini-game directly on apps.
The business model was designed as follows: the game was free to play, with no paid items, only earning money through ads.
The game had a unique design: the early levels were easy to play and addictive, but later levels became so difficult that they were "impossible," even with cheating.
Players who failed could share the game with friends or watch ads to revive or receive supporting items.
With this tightly-knit mechanism, the game quickly spread like a "virus."
Money from advertisers poured in continuously.
The net revenue from overseas in the first month had finally reached 70 million Chinese Yuan.
The figures were calculated in Chinese currency because the majority of the net profits came from China.
With its large population and vast land, China was the ideal market for this monetization model.
When converted to Japanese Yen, the total amount reached 1.5 billion Yen.
This capital was enough for Yukima Azuma to begin his next plan.
Today, he had taken a leave from school, bringing along the visa he had prepared in advance, ready to go abroad.
Destination: Wall Street.
In Japan, a place plagued by the rigidity of social hierarchies and a hierarchical superior-subordinate relationship harder than stone in a public restroom, if one wanted to operate 1.5 billion yen here, it was inevitable that this politician would "bite a chunk" and that director would "take a cut."
The best way to deal with these rigid "noble" figures in their thirties and forties was to break the rules they had established.
Find a cooperative partner who's easy to talk to on Wall Street.
Yukima Azuma planned to operate investment projects outside of Japan.
When necessary, he would inject money into the domestic market from abroad.
Once he stepped outside these established rules and started engaging in equal dialogue, those wanting to "take a bite" would have to reconsider whether their teeth would break.
However, while the plan was good, finding a like-minded partner was not easy.
As soon as he got off the plane,
Yukima Azuma saw a white man with cunning eyes standing in the arrival area, holding a sign with his name "Yukima Azuma," swaying back and forth.
Before he could get closer,
The man noticed Yukima Azuma and immediately ran toward him.
"Hey, you must be Yukima Azuma, right?"
"Yeah, you're Paul, right?"
The two exchanged in English without any obstacles.
After all, Yukima Azuma's language skills had reached level 6.
Just a little more, and he would be a master.
With these language skills, Yukima Azuma could communicate fluently in almost any language, except for a few specific ones.
Especially the UN's common languages, he was proficient in all of them.
Honestly, if he couldn't continue down this path later... perhaps becoming a translator would be an option.
"Let's go, buddy, I'll take you out to celebrate. I didn't expect you to be so young."
Paul extended his arm as if to throw it around Yukima Azuma's shoulder.
Yukima Azuma quickly pushed his hand away.
"No, I don't have much time. I've already tipped enough, go to work."
Hearing this, Paul helplessly shrugged and gestured, "Ok ok, you are the boss, I'll do as you say."
At the same time, he secretly sighed in his heart, not expecting this young man to be so hard to fool.
He had planned to trick him a bit, but it seemed like that wouldn't be possible now.
Luckily, the fee he paid was pretty generous.
So, it was best to just do the work properly.
With Paul's sharp eyes, he could tell who was easy to deal with and who was best not to provoke.
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Chapter 51: Miss, have you ever thought about changing jobs?
Paul, the person Yukima Azuma had contacted earlier, was a guide at Wall Street.
Although he had a slightly cunning appearance, with a look that suggested he wasn't the type to work seriously, in fact, Paul worked at a headhunter company in the investment banking industry.
Although he wasn't a well-known figure, when it came to talented individuals or influential people on Wall Street, Paul was the one who understood them the most.
The person Yukima Azuma was looking for a partner with needed Paul to be the guide.
The agreement between the two was that Yukima Azuma would pay the fee, and Paul would help Yukima Azuma connect with quality investors.
Whether it would succeed or not, Paul didn't care.
As long as the connections were made, he would get paid.
With this type of arrangement, Yukima Azuma was also happy to agree.
Spending a little money would be much faster than him wasting time like a headless fly, fumbling around looking for opportunities on Wall Street.
The plane landed early in the morning, and by the time they got to the airport, it was already noon.
However, right after that, the whole afternoon, Paul led Yukima Azuma to meet with three famous investors.
The result was that all of them failed.
Among them, two people showed contempt as soon as they saw Yukima Azuma.
Whether it was because of his age or his skin color, it wasn't clear what the reason was, but the look of disdain was undeniable.
The conversation that followed didn't go smoothly.
Yukima Azuma also didn't choose such people to be his partners.
The remaining investor was somewhat more positive toward Yukima Azuma, but this person demanded too much power.
In summary, the other party's point was that they would take money from Yukima Azuma for venture investments, but wouldn't accept any direction from Yukima Azuma.
The two objectives couldn't align, so they had to part ways.
An exhausting afternoon, but the result was all for nothing.
...
"Boss, let's go eat something, even fast food is fine," Paul complained.
Yukima Azuma could only nod in agreement, preparing to settle the dinner.
However, as they were walking through a square, he stopped.
"What's that over there?"
Yukima Azuma pointed at the crowd of people passing by and the colorful posters and asked.
Paul looked up and casually replied, "Ah, it's some kind of Film Market Festival or something. The name's something like that. Basically, it's where people bring money to directors just to throw it away."
It was clear that Paul had previously failed at investing in the film industry, which explained his attitude.
Hearing this, Yukima Azuma's eyes flashed with interest.
"Let's go in and take a look."
"Boss, don't! Let's eat first!"
Although Paul sighed, in the end, he followed Yukima Azuma into the square.
Inside the square, there were banners advertising films everywhere.
Some of the display booths also featured short films and plot summaries.
Yukima Azuma looked around.
The current world, compared to Yukima Azuma's past life, seemed like a parallel world.
There were many famous works that had never been created before.
But there were also works that Yukima Azuma had heard of in his past life, still existing in this world.
There were also great works that Yukima Azuma had never heard of.
But aside from these small differences, the historical trajectory of both worlds was identical.
This meant that, as someone who had been reincarnated, Yukima Azuma had a vision that surpassed time by several decades.
His ability to predict the future was more accurate than anyone else in this world.
Therefore, investing in films could indeed be a good choice.
Aside from the works that had already appeared, Yukima Azuma knew exactly what people in this era truly wanted to watch.
In other words, in the current historical context, he knew what people were pursuing spiritually.
With such a superior vision for investment, it would be incredibly difficult to lose money.
While thinking, Yukima Azuma's gaze stopped on a large poster.
Under the poster, the words read:
"Titanic"
Yukima Azuma looked at the poster, raising an eyebrow.
It seemed that, although he hadn't found a partner on this trip, it wasn't entirely useless.
At this moment, a conversation from a nearby group reached his ears.
"Investing in Titanic? But there are a lot of people in the industry who don't support it..."
"I remember this time I have full control over the investment, right?"
"Have you actually looked at the list of actors? Leonardo DiCaprio? The female lead I've never even heard of! No big stars at all!"
"'Titanic,' the story of the luxurious ship carrying the billionaires sinking into the sea, isn't that very interesting?"
"You're crazy."
"Silence and follow my lead."
The conversation was in Japanese.
On one side was a beautiful blonde woman, and on the other was her assistant, who seemed quite frustrated.
Under the cold gaze of the blonde woman, the assistant left angrily.
Perhaps to deal with investment issues.
Yukima Azuma looked at the blonde woman leaning against the railing alone.
Suddenly, he felt there was an appropriate opportunity.
The sensation was like a shogi piece being placed on the board, completely changing the situation.
"Paul, do you know her?"
Yukima Azuma asked.
"Let me see... Oh, what a coincidence, I do know her. She's a new investor here, and she's actually from the same hometown as you," Paul said as he took out his phone to search for information.
Seeing Paul struggle to find any information, Yukima Azuma waved his hand to stop him.
Then, he directly approached the blonde woman.
"Hello, miss, I am Yukima Azuma."
He walked up to her and extended his hand.
Seeing Yukima Azuma's hand hanging in the air, the woman showed no intention of shaking it. She didn't even react, simply ignoring him.
Yukima Azuma wasn't angry, though. He kept his hand extended and continued speaking:
"Sorry for overhearing your conversation with your assistant, but it seems like you and your assistant don't quite get along."
"So, miss, have you thought about changing jobs? You could work for me, build your own team, and at least it would be more comfortable, wouldn't it?"
This remark finally caught the woman's attention.
She turned around, beginning to actually observe the young man.
Her gaze lingered for a moment on his youthful face.
Despite her years of experience and not judging people based on appearances, she had to admit that this young man was handsome enough to make others take notice.
Chapter 52: Hayasaka Nao
"Are you Japanese?"
The woman spoke calmly, her face showing no emotion.
"Yes," Yukima Azuma nodded.
"Yukima Azuma... that's your name, right? If you want to invite me, what's the name of your company?"
The woman's gaze flickered slightly. She was trying to recall if there were any famous families or tycoons in Japan with the surname Yukima.
After finding no result, she began to focus more on the person in front of her.
"It's a bit difficult to say, but I haven't actually established a company yet. However, if you join, you'll be the first founder," Yukima Azuma smiled.
The woman sighed, seemingly blaming herself for overthinking.
"Young man, I'm no longer someone who can afford to waste time casually."
"My family has a daughter around your age, and to raise her, I need to make a lot of money."
"You said you want to invite me, so how much salary can you offer? What's the registered capital of your company?"
Yukima Azuma blinked.
"I can give you company shares. How about 5%?"
Hearing this, the woman smiled faintly, her fingers brushing lightly against her cheek.
"Haiz, in the end, I'm no longer the same as when I was young. People don't value me anymore."
After sighing, she waved her hand.
"Young man, your conditions are very tempting, but I won't work for a company with less than a million in registered capital."
"But my company will never have less than a million in registered capital."
"What I'm talking about is one million U.S. dollars."
"I'm saying the same thing. My registered capital is ten times that amount."
Hearing this, the woman began to carefully scrutinize Yukima Azuma again. She was sure that there were no famous families in Japan with the surname 'Yukima' in her database.
"Miss, my arm is getting tired. Could you help me a little?" Yukima Azuma smiled, still holding his hand up.
After a moment of silence, the woman took Yukima Azuma's hand, which had been held up for a while.
"I'm Hayasaka Nao. Perhaps I can't switch jobs, but we can negotiate regarding the shares."
Yukima Azuma felt the soft, carefully nurtured hand, like that of a young woman.
"Alright, Nao-san."
So, the two of them went to a caf.
Paul received his payment from Yukima Azuma and went off to enjoy a good meal.
As for Hayasaka Nao assistant, she had been dismissed by her.
The two sat in a corner of the caf.
Yukima Azuma ordered two donuts and a mocha.
Hayasaka Nao ordered an iced Americano and a piece of cake.
As soon as they sat down, they began introducing themselves again.
Then, Yukima Azuma casually asked while nibbling on his donut:
"So, Nao-chan, you're an official of the Shinomiya family, right? How could you be short on money?"
"This can't be disclosed," she replied.
"Could it be that you not respected anymore?" Yukima Azuma asked lightly.
"..."
His words caused Hayasaka Nao to fall into silence.
In fact, after both had introduced themselves in detail, Yukima Azuma was finally able to recall information about the woman from his memories of his previous life.
The daughter of the previous generation of the Hayasaka family had half Irish blood.
After the Hayasaka family collapsed, it was absorbed by the Shinomiya family and became one of its branches.
Initially, she was a trusted person in the eyes of the younger generation of the Shinomiya family.
However, now it seemed that due to a "betrayal" from the main family, their relationship had soured.
This woman, Hayasaka Nao, although theoretically a pillar of the Shinomiya family, had been pushed aside.
