Reborn not to be a simp, the school beauty's whole family goes crazy

"This game is incredibly popular right now. So many people come to ask about it every day, my shop is practically worn out from all the foot traffic!"

"Today, several customers got angry on the spot because they couldn't buy the game, saying that my store didn't have enough stock and that they would never come back."

"You need to send me another batch of goods right away, otherwise I won't be able to do business! My small business can't afford this kind of disruption!"

Mr. Li was initially surprised when he heard the phone call.

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, and his mouth was slightly agape, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

He never expected that this domestically produced game would become so popular.

Gradually, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze deepened, and his fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the table, as if he were thinking about something.

After hanging up the phone, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I never expected that this domestically produced 'I Run an Inn in Chang'an 1' would be so popular with consumers."

"It seems we really misjudged this time and underestimated this domestically produced cartridge game. It looks like we need to re-evaluate the domestic game market."

The other two cassette tape distributors, Mr. Wang and Mr. Sun, were also overwhelmed by the barrage of phone calls.

After receiving countless calls urging delivery, Mr. Wang felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

He rubbed his temples and said wearily to his assistant, "How did this game suddenly become so popular? I should have ordered more stock back then."

"Now look what's happened! So many shop owners are urging me to order goods, where am I supposed to get them from?"

The assistant looked helpless and could only comfort him, "Boss, don't worry, let's think of a solution quickly."

Mr. Sun kept explaining to the shop owners on the phone: "Don't worry, don't worry, we are trying to find a way and will restock your stock as soon as possible."

"I'm really sorry, we misjudged this time. We didn't expect the game to be so popular."

"Please wait a little longer, we will notify you as soon as we have any news."

He also realized that the game's popularity far exceeded his expectations.

He felt both regret for missing the opportunity and anticipation and anxiety about the upcoming cooperation.

Realizing this, the three of them immediately wanted to call Zhao Qing by landline.

But as soon as he picked up the receiver, he realized that Zhao Qing's family didn't have a landline phone.

So, the three bosses, Wang, Sun, and Li, had no choice but to make the trip themselves and go to Zhao Qing's house that evening.

As evening falls, the afterglow of the setting sun resembles a golden veil.

The gentle sunlight fell on Zhao Qing's doorway, bathing everything around it in a warm glow.

Mr. Wang arrived first, dressed in a sharp suit and with his shoes polished to a shine.

Standing at the door, he kept looking around, occasionally raising his wrist to check his watch.

He muttered to himself, "What time is it? Why hasn't Zhao Qing gotten off work yet?"

"If he works all night and I don't get the goods, that would be a problem."

A hint of anxiety was in his eyes, and his pacing became increasingly hurried.

Soon after, Boss Sun also rushed over.

He was wearing a casual jacket, and beads of sweat were visible on his forehead, indicating that he had jogged all the way there.

The two were quite surprised when they met.

"Mr. Sun, what brings you here too?"

Mr. Wang spoke first, his eyes showing a hint of wariness.

He subconsciously straightened his body, as if protecting his business interests, and unconsciously crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Mr. Sun chuckled and said, "Well, I just came to see an old friend. Mr. Wang, what brings you here in such a hurry?"

As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Boss Wang's expression, trying to glean some clue from his expression.

Mr. Wang wasn't stupid, so he naturally wouldn't easily reveal his intentions.

He replied with a smile, "I also had something to discuss with Zhao Qing, so I just happened to be passing by."

"Mr. Sun, you're in such a hurry, is it because you have some big business to discuss?"

The two exchanged pleasantries, seemingly casual, but in reality, they were subtly testing each other.

As the two were testing each other, Boss Li arrived.

He was wearing a shirt with the collar slightly open, and a pair of elegant glasses on his face, giving him a refined and cultured appearance.

Seeing the two of them, Boss Li was a little surprised: "Oh, you two are both here!"

He had a smile on his face, but a shrewd look in his eyes.

He pushed up his glasses and continued, "It seems everyone is quite concerned about Zhao Qing's situation."

After exchanging pleasantries, the three realized that they had the same goal: to purchase copies of "I Run an Inn in Chang'an 1".

Instantly, a strong sense of commercial vigilance filled the air.

Mr. Wang thought to himself, "I can't let them get ahead of me. I need to stock up on more goods this time, and it would be even better if I could secure the exclusive distribution rights."

Mr. Sun was thinking, "I need to find a way to get a better price and gain more market share."

"I need to have a good talk with Zhao Qing; maybe I can get some promotional support."

Mr. Li was also thinking to himself, "I must negotiate a good cooperation with Zhao Qing. I can't let those two guys take advantage of me."

“I have a lot of high-quality clients, which is my bargaining chip.”

The three of them were polite to each other on the surface, exchanging compliments.

Mr. Wang smiled and said to Mr. Sun, "Mr. Sun, how's business lately? You seem so enthusiastic, you must have something big planned."

Mr. Sun quickly waved his hand: "Not at all, it's the same as before, just trying to make a living."

"Mr. Wang, your business is truly thriving. You must have a big plan this time too."

Mr. Li, standing by, tried to smooth things over: "Everyone here is capable. We're sure to be able to reach a mutually beneficial agreement with Zhao Qing."

In reality, they were all scheming to maximize their own gains in this collaboration.

At this moment, Zhao Qing returned home from get off work, her steps were somewhat heavy, and she was in a bad mood.

It turns out that the sales of the game "I Run an Inn in Chang'an 1" were far from ideal after a week, with only 300 copies sold.

Moreover, it was only purchased on a trial basis by cassette distributors; apart from that, not a single one was sold anywhere else, as shop owners were unwilling to stock it.

Zhao Qing was worried the whole way, wondering what to do with the company next.

If the game doesn't sell, the company's cash flow will become a problem.

The expectant looks in the eyes of his colleagues in the company's programming team kept flashing through his mind, and the pressure felt like a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.