Hong Kong variety show: The mastermind behind the scenes is emerging.

East longitude, top-floor suite in Takamagahara.

Winter sunlight streamed through the French windows, illuminating the disheveled bed. Ruan Wen nestled lazily in Lu Chen's arms, like a well-fed cat, her fingers still unconsciously tracing circles on his chest. Last night's frenzy wasn't just about physical intimacy; it was also a confirmation of power.

"Time to get up, my queen," Lu Chen gently patted her smooth back. "Don't forget, we still have a tough battle to fight today."

"You're the boss, you call the shots." Ruan Wen pecked him on the lips, then got up and deftly put on her bathrobe. In that instant, the tenderness in her eyes faded, replaced by the competence and aloofness of "Vermouth."

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Lu Chen and his group arrived in the ancient capital, Kyoto, by Shinkansen.

Compared to the modernity and hustle and bustle of the East, Kyoto appears calm and reserved. Ancient temples and low-rise houses are scattered in a pleasing manner, and the air seems to be filled with the aroma of aged incense.

Nintendo headquarters building.

This unassuming gray building is currently shrouded in a low-pressure atmosphere.

A series of cracking sounds came from the president's office.

"Baka yarou!!" Hiroshi Yamauchi, the man who would later be known as the "Tyrant of the Gaming World," was now like a lion trapped in a cage, angrily sweeping the expensive Go set to the ground.

Hiroshi Yamauchi braced his hands on the table, his chest heaving violently, his hawk-like eyes bloodshot.

Just two days ago, he received an urgent notification from the Ministry of Justice: a Hong Kong consortium called "Golden Harvest International" had quietly acquired shares of Nintendo through dozens of offshore accounts. Now, although he is still nominally the president, he has actually lost absolute control of the company.

And now, those hyenas are coming to his territory to show off their power.

"President..." the secretary beside him reported nervously, "The other party's convoy... has already entered the gate."

Hiroshi Yamauchi froze.

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

He was a shrewd businessman, but even more so, a pragmatist. In the face of absolute capitalist power, impotent rage is the most foolish thing to do.

"call……"

Hiroshi Yamauchi straightened his tie, his face regaining its cold, hard mask, his eyes dark and brooding.

"Go prepare the meeting room. I want to see what this guy from Hong Kong Island has up his sleeve to swallow my Nintendo!"

He secretly vowed to himself: This is only a temporary compromise, and one day he will take back the shares he lost!

……

10:00 AM.

The First Conference Room of Hell.

The long conference table was filled with Nintendo's top executives and core technical staff. Among them were Gunpei Yokoi and Mamoru Miyamoto.

The atmosphere was as heavy as a tomb.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open.

Accompanied by Ruan Wen and his fourth brother, Lu Chen strode in. Ignoring the gazes of the crowd, he went straight to the head seat—the seat that originally belonged to Yamauchi Hiroshi—and sat down with an air of authority.

Hiroshi Yamauchi stood to the side, his face twitching slightly, but he eventually pretended to be calm and sat down to Lu Chen's left.

This scene marks the change of power in Hell.

"Gentlemen, it's a pleasure to meet you all."

Lu Chen spoke, with Sophie acting as his translator.

"I am Lu Chen, chairman of Jiahe Group, and currently the largest shareholder of Nintendo."

Without any pleasantries or formalities, Lu Chen announced simply and directly: "The first thing is that Golden Harvest will invest one hundred million US dollars in Nintendo. This money will be used entirely as foreign exchange reserves to expand into the North American and European markets."

"?!"

Seeing the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, Lu Chen nodded in satisfaction: "In addition, the management team will remain unchanged for now. Mr. Yamauchi will continue as president, responsible for daily operations. As long as you can meet my KPIs, your salaries will double, and stock options will still be issued."

This "money stick" instantly shattered the psychological defenses of most people present.

After all, who would turn down money?

"However," Lu Chen changed the subject, his eyes becoming sharp, "since I've invested the money, I have demands."

He took out the red and white machine—the Jiahe JF machine—from the aluminum alloy box beside him.

"Mr. Masayuki Uemura," Lu Chen called out.

"Hi!" Masayuki Uemura, the head of the development department, immediately stood up. He was the key figure in charge of the development of the Hell Mode host.

"I heard you're developing a home game console codenamed 'Famicom'?" Lu Chen said casually. "Bring it out and let's compare."

Masayuki Uemura hesitated for a moment, glanced at Hiroshi Yamauchi, and after receiving tacit approval, awkwardly took out their prototype.

The two machines were placed together.

It's practically a "dimensional reduction attack".

The prototype of Nintendo had a rough exterior, exposed circuit boards, and the handle still had those square rubber buttons that were prone to breaking.

Jiahe's JF-1 features a streamlined design, exquisite injection molding process, a more ergonomic handle, and even a reserved expansion interface.

"Turn it on and take a look," Lu Chen gestured.

With trembling hands, Masayuki Uemura turned on the power and inserted the demo cartridge.

When the incredibly smooth visuals of Contra appeared on television, Masayuki Uemura's jaw nearly dropped.

"This...how is this possible?!"

Masayuki Uemura rushed to the television, practically pressing his eyes against it. "More than 20 colors on screen at once? And this scrolling mechanism... Is this a 16-bit machine? No, even an arcade board wouldn't be this good!"

"This is our self-developed 'Kirin-1' chip," Lu Chen said calmly. "It's at least twice as powerful as your modified 6502 chip, which is still on paper."

"hiss--"

The entire audience gasped.

Technical experts like Yokoi Gunpei also gathered around, looking at the machine with a mixture of fascination and despair in their eyes.

They were fascinated because it was a perfect work of art; they were devastated because their proud research and development capabilities seemed like those of a child playing in the mud compared to the people of Hong Kong.

Hiroshi Yamauchi sat beside him, watching the images flashing on the screen, his heart sinking completely.

He had originally hoped to turn the tide with the Famicom, which he had been secretly developing, but instead, the other side delivered the finished product right in his face, and its performance was completely superior.

How can we fight like this?

"This is the first thing I want you to do," Lu Chen said, looking at Masayuki Uemura. "Nintendo's original console development plan has been cancelled. The hardware department will fully cooperate with Golden Harvest to produce the Japanese version of this JF console. As for the arcade department, I want you to perfectly port Donkey Kong 1 and 2 to this machine within a month. Can you do that?"

"Yes! Absolutely!" Masayuki Uemura exclaimed excitedly, his face flushed. "This machine is incredibly powerful! There's absolutely no need to downgrade the port of Donkey Kong! It can perfectly recreate the arcade experience!"

For tech enthusiasts, being able to play with such a powerful device is better than anything else.

"very good."

Lu Chen nodded, his gaze shifting to the young man sitting in the corner, with long hair and a somewhat unkempt appearance.

"The second thing is that, in addition to the arcade department, I want to establish a new department—the console game development department," Lu Chen pointed at the young man, "Miyamoto Mao, you will be the department head."

Miyamoto Mao, whose name was called, was stunned and pointed to his nose: "Me? But I'm the president..."

He is currently just a designer who has just started to make a name for himself with "King Kong," and his experience is still limited.

"If I say you can do it, you can do it," Lu Chen said domineeringly. "I'm giving you a task: you will lead the development of a brand new masterpiece for the JF machine."

"A new game?" Miyamoto Mao perked up, his eyes sparkling with creative brilliance. "Mr. Lu, what are your requirements?"

"I have an idea," Lu Chen stood up, walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and drew a little man wearing overalls and with a beard, as well as a pipe and a mushroom.

"The main character is still the plumber from 'King Kong'."

Lu Chen began to recount the idea that was about to change the world:

"But this time, he won't be climbing stairs to save people. I'm going to give him a vast world—the Mushroom Kingdom. He can grow bigger by eating mushrooms, throw fireballs by eating flowers, and become invincible by eating stars. He'll crawl into green pipes to explore the underground world; he'll climb vines in the clouds to collect gold coins in the sky. He'll crush turtles, kick away shells, and finally defeat the fire-breathing Bowser in the lava castle to rescue the princess."

As Lu Chen spoke, Miyamoto Mao's mouth opened wider and wider, and the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, until they were practically like two light bulbs.

Horizontal scrolling! Transformation system! Hidden elements!

This completely breaks away from the monotonous, fixed-screen pattern of existing games, giving the game the true meaning of "adventure"!

"My God..." Miyamoto Mao muttered to himself, his hands already frantically sketching in his notebook. "This is exactly what I've always wanted to do! Mr. Lu, you're a god!"

"Go for it, Miyamoto," Lu Chen patted him on the shoulder. "Money is no problem, manpower is no problem. I hope you can create a masterpiece that surpasses Donkey Kong."

"Yes! I will do my utmost to complete this!" Shigeru Miyamoto bowed ninety degrees, his whole body trembling with excitement.

Seeing this, Hiroshi Yamauchi, who was sitting next to him, was sweating profusely.

Not only was he outmatched in funding and technology, but even in the field of game creativity, which he was most proud of, this young man completely crushed him.

Looking at the spirited Lu Chen, and then at the employees with faces full of admiration, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

The tide is gone.

Ren Hell, from today onwards, truly belongs to the Lu family.

"President Yamauchi," Lu Chen said, walking up to Hiroshi Yamauchi after the meeting, smiling and extending his hand, "From now on, I'll be entrusting the daily management of Nintendo to you. As long as you cooperate, Golden Harvest will never mistreat its contributors."

"After all, I also hope that the Nintendo brand can continue to shine."

Hiroshi Yamauchi stared at the hand, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, he slowly reached out and grasped Lu Chen's hand. The aged hand trembled, but in the end, it lowered its proud head.

"Hai... Chairman Lu."

This address of "Chairman" signifies that the tyrant who ruled Hell for thirty years has officially submitted to the new king.

……

As I left the headquarters of Nintendo, it began to snow lightly.

"Boss, that old man looks really resentful."

Once inside the car, Tian Yangsheng glanced at Yamauchi Hiroshi, who was still bowing at the door, in the rearview mirror, and said in a low voice.

"It's normal to be unconvinced. He's a powerful figure, not one to give up easily," Lu Chen smiled nonchalantly, pulling Ruan Wen into his arms. "But he's a smart man. Until he's sure of success, he'll be more obedient than anyone else."

"And when our JF machines sweep the globe, and our game sales surpass tens of millions of copies..."

"Even if he wanted to resist, he would find that his soldiers had already become my followers."