Entertainment: Since 1990

Chapter 107 There are surprisingly tough Chinese people.

In the United States during the 80s and 90s, entrepreneurship was as popular as the Beatles, and many young people embarked on this path with the ideal of success.

Blizzard Entertainment was also born amidst this trend. Its predecessor was called Silicon & Synapse, which was founded this year by three young men: Mike Morhaime, Alan Adhan, and Frank Pierce.

They initially raised $40,000, with Mike Morhaime contributing the majority of the money; he was the company owner.

The company's main business is developing game ports for other companies, which can be considered a technology outsourcing business.

While $40,000 is a considerable sum, the cost of purchasing computers, renting a house, and covering daily expenses has already put the three of them under some financial strain.

Americans don't save money much, and they can't save it.

The $40,000 has been almost spent in the past six months. Although several game ports have been developed, they have not been sold yet, and there is still no income.

At Christmas, the three of them prayed together, hoping for a change in their careers next year.

Unexpectedly, right after New Year's Day, someone came up to invest.

They were all quite young, and when they heard that someone was willing to pay, they couldn't help but get excited.

"Please have a seat, I'll go get some coffee."

One of the younger investors, Alan Adhan, brought over two chairs and invited the investors to sit down.

However, he looked a little nervous, as if he was afraid that this rich man would look down on his small company.

Those who can afford to hire bodyguards are naturally wealthy.

Even Americans sometimes have to compromise their principles for a living.

Cao Jian glanced around at the place that served as both living quarters and office; it was even more chaotic than he had imagined.

However, he didn't mind. The smaller you are, the less money you can spend to acquire this company.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Cao Jian. What game are you developing recently?"

After taking the coffee from Adhan, Cao Jian introduced himself and began to learn about the company.

Boss Mo Huaimi said, "We are currently developing a game called 'RPM Racing,' but there are many games of this type on the market. We are also preparing to develop a game called 'The Lost Vikings' recently."

"Oh."

Cao Jian nodded noncommittally. In fact, he had never even heard of either of these two games.

In the 1990s, there was a shortage of games in China. When he graduated from university, his students were still playing games like "Romance of the Three Kingdoms," "Journey to the West," and "Dinosaur Island" in arcades.

Of course, the most popular game is none other than "The King of Fighters".

When Cao Jian went to the arcade to arrest students, he was most familiar with "The King of Fighters '97".

Actually, he played it secretly himself, and he was quite good at it.

He took a leisurely sip of coffee and said, "I've looked into your company. Although you were just established this year, your technology is quite good. Therefore, I plan to invest in you."

Upon hearing this from the Chinese man, the three young men who had been recognized indeed showed joy on their faces.

Mo Huaimi asked even more eagerly, "Mr. Cao, how much do you plan to invest?"

Cao Jian said calmly, "100,000 US dollars, for a 70% stake."

"70%?"

Upon hearing this number, Mo Huaimi frowned.

They start their own businesses so they can become bosses and make a lot of money in the future.

But if you hand over 70% of the shares, even if you make money in the future, you'll only get a small share.

But considering that the three of them really needed money, he said, "Mr. Cao, 70% is too much. We only need $50,000, and we'll give you 50% of the shares. How about that?"

"It has to be 70%, because we still have several great game ideas in hand."

"Can we take a look?"

Although Mo Huaimi is an entrepreneur and boss, he is actually a college graduate who has only been out of school for a year. His ideas are still relatively simple. When he hears about a game idea, he immediately says he wants to take a look.

"I'm sorry, no! This is a trade secret, a trade secret worth tens of millions of dollars."

Cao Jian found it very easy to handle recent college graduates who, despite already being entrepreneurs, remained clear-headed and straightforward.

Wang Fei, who had come along, was so bluntly rejected by her boyfriend that she whispered in Chinese, "Honey, is it inappropriate to reject a foreigner like this?"

"They're just foreign devils, what's wrong with that?"

Cao Jian was also aware that after the reform and opening up in the 20th century, many Chinese people seemed to have a kind of inexplicable worship of foreigners.

It seems like everyone who's a foreigner, even a black guy like Brad Pitt, is superior. But Boss Cao doesn't give a damn about these foreigners.

If you want to see my creative ideas, you'll have to agree to my requests first.

Seeing the three young Americans looking troubled, Cao Jian added, "There are many game companies in the United States. You are just lucky ones that I have chosen. If you are willing to miss this opportunity, I will go to other companies."

These words left the three foreigners looking at each other in bewilderment.

Seeing her boyfriend's unwavering strength—even stronger than when he was with her—Wang Fei looked at Cao Jian with adoration.

This was the first time she had ever seen a Chinese person dare to speak to a foreigner like that.

My boyfriend is indeed different from others.

“Mr. Cao, may I trouble you for a moment? We would like to discuss something.”

After exchanging glances for a while, Mo Huaimi and the other two were unwilling to give up this opportunity.

Even if you only own 30% of a multi-million dollar idea, you could still make a lot of money.

They poured Cao Jian and Wang Fei another cup of coffee, and the three of them went into another room to discuss what to do.

Cao Jian wasn't in a hurry at all; his own idea was destined to be the most popular game of the next decade.

If they really disagree, then they should find someone else.

He remembered that Blizzard was indeed acquired later, and once he made money, he could simply acquire the company.

It's just a matter of spending more money.

Looking at her calm boyfriend, Wang Fei asked, "Honey, do you really have a game idea? I had no idea! If they agree, what are you going to give them?"

Are you underestimating your husband?

Cao Jian grabbed Wang Fei's hand: "What do you think I've been doing in Hong Kong all this time? I've been thinking about these things. Once we're rich, you can come with me and enjoy life."

"I don't want to just enjoy life; I want to sing."

"Okay, let's sing. I'll write some more songs for my Feifei to request. You can sing them however you want."

"Ah."

Wang Fei, still a young girl, immediately nodded happily: "If the game company succeeds, you will be the most amazing man I have ever met."

"Hehe, you have a good eye for people."

"By the way, now that you've settled things with the game company, are you going back to Hong Kong?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"If I had known, I wouldn't have been in such a hurry to give you my business card. That way, you could have spent a few more days with me."

“Then I’ll stay with you for a few more days. There’s no rush. The album ‘Kiss Goodbye’ has already been released, so who cares how many copies it sells?”

"So you still want to go back."

Wang Fei heard that her boyfriend has an album coming out in the second half of the year, and she is curious about what kind of success it will achieve.

However, she wished Cao Jian would spend more time with her.

The two were making out when Mo Huaimi and the other two came out: "We've made up our minds."

"How to say?"

“If you can add another ten thousand dollars, we can agree to give you 70% of the shares.”

"do not add!"

Cao Jian shook his head firmly, stood up and said, "If this is the result you've discussed, then let's have another chance to cooperate."

"Mr. Cao, wait a moment."

Mo Huaimi had never seen such a tough Chinese person before, and had no choice but to compromise.

Actually, he just wanted more money. Since the Chinese man wouldn't add any, he had no choice but to say, "Then let's do it your way. Now, can I see your idea?"

"After we sign the contract and change the shareholding ratio, I'll show it to you."

"Ok."

Mo Huaimi and the other two looked at Cao Jian and all thought to themselves, "Chinese people are indeed clever and cunning."

But they had no choice.

Suppressing my curiosity, I could only wait until all the formalities were completed.
(End of this chapter)