Reborn Tokyo Golden Age

Kyoto, as the former political center of Neon, is also known as the spiritual hometown of the Japanese.

Even in the eyes of some people, the history here is too long, enough to be called a thousand-year capital.

In Kawabata Yasunari's mouth, "Kyoto is the hometown of Japan", "I regard the scenery of Kyoto in late autumn as the cradle that nurtures me."

And it just so happened that Bai Chuanfeng had an unexpected encounter with him in late autumn, when Kyoto was the most charming.

Different from the modern and noisy scene in Tokyo, the streets here are simple and elegant, full of pedestrians.

The boy who had just bought a beef and egg sandwich and wild vegetable juice drink from a convenience store on the side of the street rushed past him.

Swiping from the corner of his back, an ancient temple suddenly came into view, and the red maple trees in the temple startled the simple and gray courtyard walls.

Under the courtyard wall, a man in a suit and a woman in a kimono passed by.

Everything seemed so leisurely and ordinary.

Kyoto has not only nostalgic literature and art, but also romantic elegance.

It allows you to seamlessly span between modernity and history, and also allows you to freely shuttle between Eastern and Western civilizations.

Bai Chuanfeng raised his eyes and looked at the mountains in the distance.

There, the verdant green turns red, the forests are all dyed, and the red leaves are swaying in the autumn rhyme.

Broaden your vision, the wanton red meets the blue sky, clear and lofty, colorful.

Sure enough, autumn in Kyoto is a mobile feast.

It is adorned among the branches of the mountains, hung on the eaves of ancient temples, and hidden in every fold of the kimono.

Delicate and soft, less cold and bleak, more gentle and poetic.

Just this glimpse is worthy of its reputation as the most beautiful late autumn.

"It's really good." Shirakawa Kaede, who came to Kyoto for the first time, was also overwhelmed by its unique ancient charm.

"President, the autumn scenery of Kyoto is in Liuliguangyuan, and the maple leaves there are unforgettable." Akagi behind him had a look of nostalgia.

"Have you been there?" Bai Chuanfeng and he left the station, chatting while walking.

"I've been there during my high school leave of absence, and I've also stayed here with my friends in college."

Speaking of the school days in the past, Akagi also became a little sentimental, and he had already set foot in society in a blink of an eye.

Obviously not ready yet, he was pushed and shoved to grow up. Not only that, but now he is even about to serve as the head of a department.

But this is also good, people always have to grow, just like the current Baichuan Electric.

Every time you improve, you become more mature.

"Let's go, if it goes well, we can catch the plane back to Tokyo today."

The reason why Bai Chuanfeng brought Akagi to Kyoto this time was of course to visit new friends.

Dongshan District is close to the center of Kyoto. The new friend they are going to visit this time, the headquarters of Nintendo is located here.

An ordinary three-story building occupies an area of ​​just over a thousand square meters.

If it weren't for the logo on the upper right corner of the roof, it would be difficult for Bai Chuanfeng to associate it with the famous Nintendo.

But thinking about it at this moment, it is just entering the field of video games, and its godhead has not yet been condensed, so it is a little relieved.

As soon as they entered the lobby on the first floor of Nintendo, a middle-aged man in his forties greeted them.

"Shirakawa-san, my humble Yokoi Gunpei, welcome to Nintendo."

"Bai Chuan Feng, the president of Bai Chuan Electric Co., Ltd., Yokoi-san, please give me your advice." Bai Chuan Feng bowed in greeting.

This is the developer of the Nintendo handheld GAME WATCH, and Bai Chuanfeng looked at him curiously.

Typical wide forehead face, very neon features. When he laughs, he looks a bit like Mr. Yu Hua.

When he was looking at the No. 1 hero of Nintendo, the other party was also looking at him.

Junhei Yokoi has a very complicated perception of Shirakawa Electric, he is a competitor and the only peer who catches the eye.

He is afraid of the opponent's strong performance in the handheld market, and he admires the opponent's game creativity in his heart.

And Bai Chuanfeng's youth, even though he had expected it, still shocked him.

Another great person in the future, Junhei Yokoi secretly thought.

"Bai Chuan-san, please follow me, Yamauchi-san has been waiting for a long time."

After exchanging pleasantries, Yokoi Junpei took the lead and led them upstairs.

Because the headquarters only has three floors, there is no need for even an elevator, and Yamauchi's office is also on the top third floor.

Knocking on the door of the office, following a vague answer from the door, a group of people filed in.

Facing the window, facing the light. The figure behind the desk, because of the light, his face was a bit blurred.

Hiroshi Yamauchi, the helm of Nintendo.

His first impression of Bai Chuanfeng was like Corleone in "The Godfather", calm and tough.

The same meticulously combed hair, well-tailored suits, and the same pair of brown glasses that never change.

"Yamauchi-san, I, Bai Chuanfeng, excuse me today." It was still Bai Chuanfeng who saluted first, who made him a junior.

Alas, the heads of these companies are usually in their fifties and sixties, and Bai Chuanfeng, who is more than half younger than them, is too young.

"Young and promising, the existence of Bai Chuan-san is surprising."

Although there is a big age difference, Hiroshi Yamauchi did not despise each other because of this.

Not long ago, there was still a little friction between the two clubs.

"The legend of Yamauchi-san is even more admirable." Under the gesture of the other party, Bai Chuanfeng and Akagi also sat by the sofa.

Hiroshi Yamauchi smiled, his experienced life allowed him to face any praise calmly.

"What did Bai Chuan-san say about the portable game console on the phone earlier?"

Yamauchi Hiroshi was very surprised when he received a call from Bai Chuanfeng some time ago.

He didn't expect that the main competitor of Nintendo would contact him on his own initiative.

Not to mention the chatter and hilarity between each other before, it's just that Bai Chuanfeng is at such a young and vigorous age.

He will let go of his arrogance and take the initiative to contact Nintendo, so Hiroshi Yamauchi will give him a high look unconsciously.

"It's not a high opinion, but I have some immature suggestions that I want to discuss with Yamauchi-san." Bai Chuanfeng put down his coffee and sat up straight.

"Oh~" Hiroshi Yamauchi looked at him with great interest, "Bai Chuan-san, please explain clearly."

Bai Chuanfeng winked at Akagi beside him, and the latter immediately took out a bunch of game consoles from his backpack.

"This is..." Hiroshi Yamauchi's eyes froze.

Not only him, but even Junpei Yokoi looked serious.

"Presumably Yamauchi-san is no stranger to them." Bai Chuanfeng picked up the model that was very similar to the Nintendo handheld and showed them.

"It's just a poor imitator." Junpei Yokoi sneered disdainfully.

Are you unfamiliar? Of course not unfamiliar, not only not unfamiliar, but also very familiar.

For any similar model on the market, Junhei Yokoi has disassembled it and researched it thoroughly.

Seeing Junpei Yokoi's resentment, Bai Chuanfeng laughed in his heart.

It's good to have resentment, only when there is resentment can we talk.

"It's indeed a very poor imitation, but Yamauchi-san and Yokoi-san don't have any thoughts about such unscrupulous imitation by their colleagues?"

"Shirakawa-san" Hiroshi Yamauchi raised his gaze, "Your Excellency may not know enough about Neon businessmen, learning from each other is an innate ability of everyone.

If you want to live, you have to see what other people do first. As for how to do better, that is something after survival. "

"Yamauchi-san is right, but unchecked imitation will only hurt the entire market in the end.

A large number of shoddy products will make game lovers lose confidence in the handheld.

Presumably Yamauchi-san is not willing to see this scene either. "

Yamauchi's expression changed, this is indeed a problem.

Everyone acted like this before, even Hiroshi Yamauchi was one of them.

So Nintendo is not used to seeing so many similar handhelds on the market.

Moreover, he is very confident in his club, and he is also a staunch supporter of "content is king".

He didn't care about the rough imitation of his colleagues, and he was quite sure that none of them would survive in the end.

However, what Bai Chuanfeng said just now reminded him that his colleagues may not survive in the end, but the market has also been ruined.

In that case, wouldn't Nintendo get even less.

Yamauchi Pu once again looked at Bai Chuanfeng, who was waiting patiently, and it turned out that those who had just shown their reputations were not those who had earned their names in vain.

He nodded, "What Bai Chuan-sang said is not unreasonable, so what advice do you have for this Your Excellency?"

Yamauchi Pu believed that since Bai Chuanfeng came, he would never be unprepared.

Bai Chuanfeng smiled, "I don't have any special suggestions, it's just cleaning everything up."

After speaking, Bai Chuanfeng swept all the random handhelds on the table into his backpack, and the desktop became clean and tidy again.

Oh no, there are two more handhelds left over.

A Nintendo GAME WATCH, a Shirakawa Electric GAME BOY.

Yamauchi Pu took a deep look at Bai Chuanfeng, who looked calm.

After thinking for two seconds, Hiroshi Yamauchi turned his gaze to Gunpei Yokoi.

"Fully cooperate with Shirakawa Electric's actions. As an innovation-oriented company, Nintendo will never allow plagiarists to go unpunished."

"Hay!" Yokoi Junping bowed his head and accepted the order.

"Yamauchi-san is indeed a person who understands righteousness. As a model of handheld pioneers, we should defend the legitimate rights and interests of original creators."

"My humble opinion is the same as that of Bai Chuan-san, Nintendo and plagiarism cannot live together!"

The two sides shook hands and reached a consensus.

A club that first started by imitating Walkmans and then grew by imitating handhelds, is now finally about to stretch out its claws on the latecomers.

Another club that took plagiarism for granted has now turned into a defender of originality.

Everything seemed so natural and logical.

Looking at the back of Bai Chuanfeng leaving, Yamauchi Hiroshi was thoughtful.

"President..." Junhei Yokoi hesitated to speak.

"Yokoi, what do you think?" Hiroshi Yamauchi turned his gaze.

"Hey" Junhei Yokoi reacted for a moment before he understood what Hiroshi Yamauchi was asking.

"A pure businessman." This is Yokoi Gunpei's most intuitive impression of Bai Chuanfeng.

Hiroshi Yamauchi nodded, noncommittal.

"Nintendo's main opponent for the next 20 years will be him."

Junhei Yokoi looked more serious than ever.

Hiroshi Yamauchi sighed.

Twenty years ago, the other party was still in the prime of life, but he didn't know if he could still be as energetic as today.

Hiroshi Yamauchi, who can't predict the future, doesn't know that within twenty years, Nintendo's opponents will be far more than Shirakawa Electric.

The future is always so unpredictable and unpredictable.