As expected.

Lin Feng's words shocked Takasu Takeo on the spot. Namco, in order to continue the company's operations, had to bargain for tens of thousands of yuan, which was embarrassing. You old man, it's just for your own entertainment.

, and buy a copyright. Why is there such a big gap between people?

"Mr. Lin, even if you don't agree with our quotation, don't blame us!" Takasu Takeo said with a sad face.

If he hadn't considered that selling the copyright of "Tank War" would alleviate Namco's financial crisis and allow the board of directors to give him a little more time, he wouldn't have sold it. Especially to this damn Lin Feng.

"Give me less Moji, 100,000 yuan, will you sell it? If not, I will play it like a pirated version, and it will be even better!" Lin Feng said angrily.

Vomiting blood! Takasu Takeo was so angry at Lin Feng's words that he vomited blood. Everyone is playing games, but you actually said that playing pirated games is more enjoyable. People can be shameless, but they can't be this shameless! - Takeo Takasu

Tears streamed down my face. Everyone is a gamer, can't you understand me, a gamer?

"Mr. Lin, then just 200,000 yuan. 200,000 yuan is definitely not too much." Takeo Takasu begged.

"Are you done? A manly man, if you say 100,000, it's 100,000. If you want to give me a hard time, I'll hang up the phone and start piracy! In one word, 100,000, you can't sell it!" Lin Feng said coldly on the phone.
Chapter completed!