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

"If you don't give me the goods, how am I supposed to save face when I'm refunding the customers?"

Having no other choice, Mr. Sun said, "Okay, I'll try my best to find a solution for you. Keep the customers occupied for now, and I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."

After finally hanging up the phone, Boss Sun plopped down in his chair and let out a long sigh: "This game became so popular so suddenly. I should have ordered more stock!"

Mr. Sun originally thought that with the 100 or 200 cassettes he received last time, and another 500 orders following, there should be enough cassettes for him to supply to retailers.

As a result, it's still out of stock!

He thought to himself that he needed to contact 361 Antivirus Software Company as soon as possible and ask them to increase the supply.

Otherwise, this business would be like meat on a dining table—you can only look at it but can't eat it, which would be very frustrating.

One month later, one morning, the warm sunlight streamed through the window without reservation.

The light spilled freely across every corner of 361°'s public office area, bathing the entire space in a golden glow.

Chen Dong arrived at the company early and sat on the chair below the blackboard, which he regarded as his "lucky throne".

He leaned forward slightly, his hands clasped together and resting steadily on his knees.

His gaze was so focused it seemed to see right through everything, staring intently at the accountant, Xiao Qian.

I listened intently to the sales and profitability of "I Run an Inn in Chang'an 1".

Xiao Qian stood before the crowd, his posture upright, clutching a thick stack of reports tightly in his hand.

The densely packed data on the report seemed to be his "medals of honor".

His face beamed with undisguised excitement and pride, his lips curled up in a wide smile, and his eyes sparkled.

He cleared his throat, his voice crisp and loud, trembling with excitement.

The sound echoed in the office area, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Dear colleagues, it is my great honor to report on the sales and profitability of the game cartridge 'I Run an Inn in Chang'an 1'."

"The initial two thousand orders for this game had a unit cost of eighty-four yuan for burning and taxes, plus a ten-yuan discount to the supplier, so the final cost of one cartridge was ninety-four yuan."

As Xiao Qian spoke, he pointed to the rows of data on the report.

His fingers trembled slightly, clearly from being too excited.

"The retail price is 120 yuan per piece, so each piece sold brings the company a net profit of 26 yuan."

"Although we did not reach the 30% profit that Mr. Chen initially expected, we still achieved a net profit of 21.67%."

"Due to the large number of subsequent orders, the factory reduced the burning cost for us from forty yuan per sheet to twenty yuan per sheet."

"However, the profit margin for suppliers also increased by ten yuan. Even so, the net income per cartridge still increased to thirty-six yuan."

Xiao Qian paused, took a deep breath, and a smile brighter than the sun appeared on his face. Then he almost shouted it out.

"Here's the key point: last month, 'I Run an Inn in Chang'an 1' sold a whopping 50,000 copies in Beijing and Shanghai! The net income was 1.8 million yuan!"

Upon hearing this number, all the 361 employees present fell silent instantly, as if frozen in place.

The office was eerily quiet, as if time had stood still.

One second, two seconds... Then, a deafening gasp erupted.

Everyone looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Is...is this real? Fifty thousand tickets? A net income of one million eight hundred thousand?"

The sales staff stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape in shock.

It was so exaggerated that it seemed like an egg could actually be stuffed inside; his voice even became a little hoarse from excitement.

"Oh my god, am I dreaming? This is too unbelievable!"

Another employee in the sales department couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, excitedly standing up from his seat.

With his hands waving in the air and his face beaming with excitement and joy, his smile seemed to infect everyone around him.

The game cartridge business was originally thought to be a side business developed by 361 Inc., whose main business was still online antivirus software.

However, the antivirus software, which is their main business, has only generated a net profit of over 600,000 yuan.

And this tiny cartridge game actually generates three times the net profit of the main business!

This makes many people feel like they're dreaming.

Only the four programmers in Group Two were so excited that their faces turned bright red, like ripe apples.

They discussed amongst themselves, each one raising their voice higher than the last.

"Our efforts finally paid off!"

Programmer Xiao Zhang said excitedly, his eyes shining with pride and a sense of accomplishment.

He patted his colleague on the shoulder forcefully, as if trying to share his joy with everyone.

"Yes, it's so fulfilling to make such a popular game!"

Another programmer, Xiao Zhao, chimed in, his face beaming with joy.

He jumped up excitedly, repeatedly chanting, "We did it! We really did it!"

Chen Dong was also somewhat incredulous. He frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

He understood that "I Run an Inn in Chang'an 1" sold quite well in his previous life in Japan.

Because it was developed in an island nation and sold in its own retail stores, there are at least several million game consoles in the country.

Furthermore, with incomes from developed countries as a guarantee, the price is not very expensive compared to the wages of people in island nations.

But now, the cartridge game that I created in this lifetime is being sold in China, a country known for its rampant piracy and copycat practices.

This can sell 50,000 copies? That's outrageous! Where did all these orders come from?

Chen Dong originally thought that he would break even if he sold a thousand copies, and make a small profit if he sold three thousand copies.

He originally planned to wait until the programmers' skills improved when they started making games, rather than waiting for the right time to make money.

The real time to make money is when electronic hardware development improves and people's income levels double.

But unexpectedly, they've made a fortune.

For this cartridge game, "I Run an Inn in Chang'an 1", Chen Dong only received a total of 100,000 yuan from the finance department.

Of that, over ten thousand is the core expenditure on labor costs; the rest are just the cost of burning game cartridges and tax costs.

That's equivalent to investing over 20,000 yuan and earning almost 100 times the return!

It's more profitable than robbing a bank! Even drug trafficking or arms dealing can't match this level of profit.

At this moment, Chen Dong seemed to understand something.

Why did so many companies like to start game companies in the past? And why did those game companies grow to the point of having trillions of dollars in capital?