At 10 a.m. on October 19, there is still more than a day before the Pokemon animation version is broadcast, and Pokemon's sales across the United States still have not improved at all.

At this time, sales in Europe also came. Because there was no influence from the Peta organization, sales in Europe made a pretty good start, and a total of 500,000 game cartridges were sold in 10 days.

Although this number seems to be not much higher than 180,000 copies, this is because Nintendo has not achieved much status in Europe, and computer games in Europe have developed relatively early, and the status of console games has been greatly impacted.

Even a god-level game like Super Mario Bros., when it was released, it sold only more than 300,000 yuan in Europe. Now Pokemon can earn 500,000 sales in Europe, which is something that Nintendo itself did not expect. It also shows that there is no problem with the quality of Pokemon and can also attract the love of Western-minded players.

As long as you can solve the reputation of animal abuse, it is easy for Pokemon to explode in the United States.

The best way to whitewash is animation. During these ten days, Boss Jia was not idle. He had been communicating with the country and constantly adjusting and modifying the animations of the first ten episodes. In 10 days, he modified the animation content for a full 26 minutes, which was equivalent to re-creating an episode of animation.

However, Boss Jia was somewhat uneasy and worried at this time, and he was not sure whether the animation could be resurrected.

So he walked alone on the streets of New York and fell into deep thought.

Before he knew it, Boss Jia walked into a somewhat remote alley. When Boss Jia came to his senses, he found that two black men were blocking the intersection in front and behind him, and at the same time he was staring at him.

"It's broken, I'm robbed!" Boss Jia was shocked, and a hint of fear and fear surged.

There are also black people blocking the road in the alleys in the United States. How dangerous the situation is, I can tell with my butt.

Boss Jia is sure that he is going to be robbed.

"Yellow pig, raise your hand, be honest!" A black man cursed. Although he was full of anger at this insulting title, Boss Jia still raised his hand obediently without making any move to resist.

It’s not that Boss Jia doesn’t want to resist, but that he knows that if he really fights, he will not be the opponent of four people alone, and he is not called Bruce Lee.

What's even more terrible is that the United States is a country where guns cannot be stopped. These black people may have real pistols. Not to mention that they are not Bruce Lee, even if they are really Bruce Lee, they will never be the opponent of these black people.

Boss Jia knew very well that resistance at this time would bring huge risks. Boss Jia’s net worth is worth tens of billions and he must not die here.

Fortunately, Jia Yapeng didn't bring much money, and the bank card was placed in the hotel and didn't move, so there shouldn't be too much loss.

So Boss Jia raised his hand very obediently and let the four black men search him all over. Finally, he found more than 400 US dollars and Boss Jia's passport!

"$400! We're rich!" The four black men jumped happily. Boss Jia breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he could leave. But unexpectedly, one of the black men shouted after looking at Jia Yapeng's passport, "Look, this yellow pig is actually a Chinese, not an American."

"So this is a purebred yellow pig!" The black man laughed and then slapped Jia Yapeng in the face desperately with his passport. Boss Jia was extremely angry, but he still dared not resist.

Until the black men put their passports on the ground and started sending their belts to pee on the national emblem of their passports, Boss Jia could no longer bear it.

Maybe Boss Jia was too honest and greatly relaxed the vigilance of these black people and was completely unaware of Boss Jia. Then Boss Jia seized the opportunity and snatched the passport on the ground. At the same time, he kicked the black man who was about to pee, causing the other party to cover his crotch and paused in pain. The four people directly lost their combat power.

Then Boss Jia fled. As long as he escaped from the entrance of the alley, it was the streets of New York. It should be safe to get there.

But just a few seconds later, the remaining three black men came to the scene.

Fortunately, these four people didn't have guns in their hands, so it was impossible to kill Boss Jia with one shot at a long time. But unfortunately, these four people were holding a dagger in their arms. After discovering that Jia Yapeng actually dared to resist, two of them chased after him with daggers.

The black man's talent in running is indeed unparalleled. Although Boss Jia ran for a few seconds, in just a few seconds, the two black man chased him from behind and stabbed Boss Jia in the back.

Fortunately, the knife was slashed and slashed Boss Jia's arm, and did not hurt other parts. At this time, Boss Jia also focused his full strength on running, and did not notice the pain in his arm.

The next second, Boss Jia rushed out of the alley. He thought these people would not dare to chase him with a knife, but Boss Jia underestimated the cruelty and lawlessness of these people... Well, there were not many laws in the United States.

Anyway, even on the busiest streets in New York, these people were chasing Boss Jia from behind with knives. The other pedestrians around clearly saw all this and avoided them in fear, without any intention of saving Boss Jia.

"These damn public intellectuals, what about the average quality of Americans who have agreed to be high?" Boss Jia cursed in his heart. Boss Jia, who did not exercise regularly, felt extremely exhausted and would soon be unable to run.

At this moment, the small door of a room in front suddenly opened, and a voice anxiously shouted inside, "Come in quickly!"

Boss Jia was as if he was amnesty, and used his strength to rush into the room with one step. Then the person inside closed the door as fast as possible. Then he heard a sound of hitting the door and cursing.

However, this is the most prosperous street in New York after all, so these people dare not be too arrogant. When they found that they could not find other ways to enter the house and they were unable to break the door for a while, these people hurriedly fled.

"You are bleeding!" The person who spoke was a fat man, who saved Boss Jia's life. At this time, Boss Jia found that his arm had been cut into a few centimeters long, and blood was constantly emerging from it.

"Wait, I'll bandage it for you!" The fat man left and found a medical box. He skillfully applied medicine to Boss Jia, and then bandaged it. It can be seen that this fat man has done such a thing.

What makes Boss Jia even more fond of is that this little fat man is also an Asian face.

"Chinese?" Boss Jia asked tentatively in Chinese.

"Yeah!" the little fat man nodded, "Are you from Wanwan or from mainland China?"

"I am from the mainland!" Jia Yapeng said.

"I'm from Wanwan!" The little fat man's answer was a little crappy, and it was obvious that he hadn't spoken Chinese for a long time.

"Let's just speak English, I can't speak Chinese!" said the little fat man.

"Okay, thank you for saving me, but if I stay here, I'm afraid I'll cause you trouble. Let's go quickly!" After the bandage was finished, Boss Jia said in English.

"Don't worry, this is Old John's restaurant. Those little gangsters dare not make a fuss in Old John's territory!" said the little fat man. At this time, Boss Jia discovered that it was indeed the kitchen of a restaurant, and the little fat man was wearing the suitor's clothes.

"You are so young, you started working?" Boss Jia asked curiously.

"I'm working to make money. I want to buy a game for the big shark!" the little fat man rolled his eyes and said.

"Big Shark?" Boss Jia couldn't remember any popular shark-themed games these days, but out of repaying his kindness, he said, "Don't worry, if you save me, I will repay you. I will pay you the game you want to buy!"

"Really?" The little fat man did not refuse, but accepted it happily. "So my grandma said right, doing good deeds will be rewarded!"

"Your grandma is here, still in Wanwan?" Boss Jia asked curiously.

"She is here, and my father took her over a few years ago, but she doesn't have a green card and dare not go out, and she will be caught!" said the little fat man.

"Okay, what else do you want? I can give it to you!" The more Boss Jia thought about it, the more he felt that if the fat man had not saved him this time, he might have given his life in New York, so Boss Jia said very readily.

"Really? Then I want a ninja suit!" When the little fat man heard this, he immediately said excitedly, "It's the suit in the Ninja Dragon Sword Legend. Ninja is really cool. I will become a powerful ninja in the future. I will also give myself a Fusang name, which looks cool."

"Give it to Hasa!"

"Wait..." Boss Jia was a little angry. "We also have many powerful martial arts masters in China. Why do you want to be a ninja?"

"Of course, ninjas are more handsome than martial arts masters!" The little fat man said without thinking, and at the same time, various Fusang words kept popping out of his mouth, all of which were the lines in classic games. It can be seen that the little fat man is very enthusiastic about games.

A Wanwan man who was not even speaking Chinese in a good way now speaks Fusang language so fluently, which made Boss Jia fall into silence.

"Actually, I know the people who robbed you just now. They usually won't hurt people unless you resist them!" The fat man suddenly advised, "Are you fighting back? This is very dangerous. It's better to be honest next time, and at most you will lose some money!"

"I didn't plan to resist..." Boss Jia sighed and said, "But they called me a yellow pig and were still peeing on the national emblem of my passport. If I could tolerate this, I am still a Chinese!"

"Aren't we Chinese people originally yellow-skinned pigs? We are indeed not as good as whites and blacks, and the country is also divided into pieces. We are so weak that we are scolded by yellow-skinned pigs. What's the point of peeing on our passport? What's so angry about this?" the fat man said carelessly.
Chapter completed!