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"Mr. Li, you have such keen insight! Nothing can be hidden from you."

"I invited you all here today to introduce a cartridge game that our company has carefully crafted – 'I Run an Inn in Chang'an 1'."

"This is a work that our team has spent several months working on and carefully polishing."

Another slightly overweight man, Mr. Wang, wearing a casual jacket, put down his chopsticks and asked curiously, "Oh? Which Japanese company made this cartridge game? Is it translated into Chinese?"

“Japanese games are really popular right now, and Chinese versions sell even better. As long as they are of good quality, they are sold out as soon as they are released.”

As he spoke, he gestured, his face full of familiarity and anticipation for the popular game.

As for talk of painstaking effort and meticulous polishing, in the eyes of the three distributors, it's just localization.

Zhao Qing quickly put down his wine glass, sat up straight, and explained earnestly.

"Mr. Wang, this isn't a game from Japan; it's a domestically produced game made by our company, 361."

"Although our company has not been established for long, the members of the production team are all elites who have been working in the industry for many years."

"Everyone worked day and night to make this game, putting a lot of effort into every detail, hoping to create a game that makes the Chinese people proud."

Upon hearing this, the three distributors' expressions changed slightly.

His relaxed smile instantly faded, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Mr. Li gently put down his wine glass, making a soft click of his tongue, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

"Made in China? Japanese games still sell better in the market these days."

“Those island nation games have beautiful graphics, diverse gameplay, and engaging storylines. Domestic games still fall short in these aspects.”

"The quality of domestically produced games is too poor. Even domestically produced cartridges from Alienware are not something we dare to easily stock."

"I used to stock some domestically produced games, but sales were dismal, and I ended up with a lot of unsold inventory. I still get a headache thinking about it now."

Mr. Wang shook his head as well, a helpless expression on his face, recalling the troubles caused by those unsold games.

Zhao Qing felt a tightness in her chest, as if an invisible hand had gripped her heart.

But he quickly composed himself, still smiling, and enthusiastically promoted the product.

"Brothers, don't underestimate this game. Although it's made in China, it's really different from other domestic games."

"Its gameplay is novel and unique, its storyline is rich and intricate, and every scene is meticulously crafted."

"I guarantee that after you've tried it, you'll change your mind."

"How about this, after dinner, a few of you gentlemen can try it out yourself, as a way of supporting domestically produced games."

"It also gives those of us who work hard to make domestic games a chance; who knows, we might discover a new world."

Seeing Zhao Qing's enthusiasm and earnest words.

The three cassette dealers exchanged glances, conveying their thoughts, and finally nodded in agreement.

Mr. Li smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, seeing how sincere you are, I'll give it a try. I hope you won't disappoint us."

After the meal, Zhao Qing, like a child eager to show off a treasure, quickly got up.

He ran out of the room to get the Little Tyrant learning machine and the cartridge of "I Open an Inn in Chang'an 1".

He skillfully inserted the cassette into the slot with fluid and confident movements, then gently pressed the power button.

A flash of blue light appeared on the TV screen, followed by stunning game graphics.

Although it's pixelated, it still captures the antique charm of Chang'an's street scene.

The bustling crowds on the street and the lively inn, with its signs swaying in the wind, immediately caught the attention of the three distributors.

Zhao Qing demonstrated the procedure while providing detailed explanations at a moderate pace, speaking clearly and logically.

"Brothers, look, this game is set in ancient Chang'an, and players will run an inn."

"From attracting guests at the beginning and arranging accommodations according to their needs, to gradually upgrading the inn's facilities, every step is full of fun."

"Moreover, there are various random events in the game. For example, you may encounter chivalrous heroes who will bring you some special missions."

"Or we can hold festival events, such as the Spring Festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival, which will have different ways of celebrating and rewards, which is especially interesting."

As Zhao Qing spoke, she pointed to the screen and occasionally turned to observe the reactions of the three distributors.

The three cassette dealers initially didn't take it seriously, crossing their arms, leaning back slightly, and casually looking at it with a perfunctory smile on their faces.

But as Zhao Qing tried it out, their eyes gradually became more focused.

The previously casual sitting posture gradually became upright, and the body unconsciously leaned forward.

Eyes glued to the screen, afraid of missing a single detail.

"The details of the pixelated buildings and the expressions of the characters are quite well done."

Mr. Wang couldn't help but sit up straight, staring at the screen and clicking his tongue in praise.

As for pixel graphics, even in Japan at that time, about one-third of the cartridge games were pixel-style.

That's not a problem; island nations are like that, let alone domestically produced ones.

Mr. Li nodded, stroking his chin, and said, "Hmm, after your explanation, the gameplay does seem quite interesting."

"The inn management setting is quite novel; I've never seen a similar game before."

Next, the three distributors took turns trying it out.

They were initially a bit clumsy as they controlled their game characters, moving cautiously with doubtful expressions on their faces.

But as the game progressed, they gradually became more skilled, and the expressions on their faces changed from initial doubt to surprise.

After completing a task and receiving a generous reward, Boss Sun couldn't help but shout with excitement.

"I never expected that domestically produced games could be made like this. They're just as good as some Japanese cartridge games!"

"This reward system and this task design are so interesting."

After the trial run, Mr. Li put down the controller, a slight smile of approval on his face, and asked, "Xiao Zhao, what was the purchase price of this game?"

Zhao Qing straightened his back, his expression serious and earnest, and said, "Our purchase price is 150 yuan, and we suggest you sell it for 155 yuan."

"We'll give you a discount of 5 yuan per serving, ensuring you have enough profit margin."

"Moreover, the quality and gameplay of this game will definitely attract many players, and sales will certainly be good, so your profit margin will only be greater."

The price left the three cassette distributors very dissatisfied.

Mr. Li frowned, a troubled look on his face, and said, "150 yuan is not cheap."