Tokyo Video Game Tycoon.

"Hey, look at that TV." Carson was completely captivated by the images on the other small TV. He noticed that the young bartender seemed to be controlling the team's game.

This struck him as very novel.

The friend who was called over was getting impatient. He was also in a bad mood and was thinking about what he could do to vent his frustration.

"What? Who do you want to fight? I'm in a bad mood right now, so tell me, who do you want to fight?"

"Screw you, I'm telling you to look at what's on that TV!"

Carson slapped his partner on the back of the head without hesitation, trying to sober up the somewhat drunk guy.

The man rubbed the back of his head and looked at another television with dissatisfaction. At first, he didn't quite understand it, but after examining it carefully for a few minutes, his gaze was gradually drawn to that small television.

Chapter 575 The Football Battle (3)

On the big TV screen, the team supported by Carson and others ultimately lost the game.

Normally, by this time they would have already been simmering with anger and, fueled by alcohol, would have started smashing and destroying things.

But at this moment, they were all drawn to the same thing.

No one cares about the result of the game anymore; who wins and who loses seems to have lost their importance.

A very similar scene was unfolding on the television in front of the young bartender.

Their team was dominating, scoring in quick succession within minutes, netting five or six goals in no time.

They all stared at the screen in disbelief; this was truly a rare sight!

"Hey kid, what's that thing of yours? How can it manipulate the team?"

The young bartender pressed the pause button, then held up the controller and said, "This? This is a game console, didn't you know?"

These people usually enjoy fighting and playing football, or they find a place to do odd jobs. That's pretty much their whole life. Plus, this European town is relatively isolated, so it's even harder for them to understand these foreign electronic products.

The internet is now widespread, but few people in this small town know how to use it.

The young bartender patiently explained, "This thing is for entertainment. You can play football games on this machine and control your favorite team to dominate the field, just like I am."

"Can I use an English team to beat a trick team?"

"Of course, everything is under your control."

"I'll give it a try!"

The young bartender immediately made room for him and handed the handle to the man.

He had already lowered the game difficulty to the lowest level, so after a brief familiarization with the gameplay, he would definitely be able to dominate the battlefield.

Presumably, after venting their emotions through video games, they'll be less likely to cause trouble.

The young bartender thought to himself.

Carson had been watching the television the whole time.

He was the first among these people to discover this thing, and he had an idea: to own his own game console!

"Hey, where can I buy this?" Carson asked, his eyes glued to the screen.

He was deeply attracted by the game's visuals.

Nowadays, the graphics of video games are already amazing. Although there are still many blurry textures in games, they are enough to amaze anyone who sees a video game for the first time.

In the FIFA soccer game, you can see a series of very distinctive animated characters. Some of their movements are exactly the same as those of real-life soccer stars. Their kicking motions, their reactions after scoring goals, and the way several teammates hug and cheer together—isn't that just like reality?

"This one? I asked someone to buy it in the city. It wasn't expensive, only 299 euros for the console. If you want to play games, you'll have to pay an additional 59 euros."

Carson began quickly calculating his savings.

Hmm... I'm still a little short, but doing odd jobs should be enough.

I absolutely have to buy one!

"However, I would actually recommend that if you really want to play, you can buy the GS1 game console and their game called Super Soccer Tournament. That game has also been released, and it uses the names of real-life teams and players."

Carson asked doubtfully, "Is it more fun than this?"

"Hmm... I don't know either. I also ordered the Super Soccer Tournament game disc, but it hasn't arrived yet. I estimate it will take two or three days."

"Two or three days... Remember to contact me when your game arrives. This is my phone number."

Carson casually grabbed a piece of paper and pen and wrote down his number for the young bartender, then solemnly slipped the paper into the bartender's hand.

"Remember, you absolutely must contact me, or you'll be in big trouble!"

The young bartender, of course, couldn't refuse and could only nod and agree.

But Carson immediately smiled and said, "From now on, we're friends. Remember, if you ever need anything, just come to me. If you want to beat someone up, I'll take care of it for you!"

This was probably the only way Carson could think of to help people.

The young bartender really wanted to say that the biggest help you can give me is simply not causing trouble here.

But saying that might directly anger these guys, so it's best not to say it.

"Hey, look! I scored! Looks like I have a real talent for football! I scored so easily!"

The guy playing right now is very excited.

The learning curve for video games isn't particularly high, especially since the young bartender had deliberately set the difficulty to the lowest setting.

At the lowest difficulty level, the opposing players all run around like idiots, refusing to follow the ball.

And players can naturally score goals in a frenzy, seemingly invincible manner.

If the young bartender were playing right now, he'd probably have scored three or four goals by now.

However, these people clearly didn't care about that; they cheered immediately after their own teammate scored.

This is much more interesting than watching a televised game, because in a game you can only watch the outcome happen, but in a game you can change everything!

Their initially irritable temper actually began to subside, and at least now there was no sign of them preparing to fight on the spot.

Not only the football hooligans, but also some other guests curiously gathered around.

They were all football enthusiasts themselves, and they found it very novel to see a form of football entertainment that they could control themselves.

After confirming that the thugs had no intention of causing trouble, they mustered up their courage and came over to take a look.

Before long, many people in the bar were playing together, creating an unprecedented level of harmony.

……

In the dead of night, the bar also closed for the day.

"Son, well done. I never thought your childish idea could keep those guys in line."

The young bartender said smugly, "Father, this is not something childish. It's a brand new form of entertainment, like watching movies or playing football. Don't be so old-fashioned."

"Alright, alright, anyway, you behaved very well today, so it doesn't matter if you're childish or not."

After turning off the last light in the bar, the young bartender looked at the arcade machine placed in the center of the bar.

Video games are truly fascinating; such wonderful content can be presented on just a small screen.

In fact, what he really liked were the games from Yuxing Electronics Entertainment. However, since Yuxing Electronics Entertainment's football game hadn't been released yet, he settled for FIFA and a game console from Surui Electronics, which now seem to be just as fun.

But he is even more excited about the games from Yuxing Electronic Entertainment.

As is customary, games from Yuxing Electronics Entertainment are often the benchmarks of the gaming industry and lead the way.

Chapter 576 The Town Player Group is Being Established

576

Carson didn't sleep a wink all night, tossing and turning, trying to recall the interesting new gadget he'd seen the day before.

He finally got out of bed and rummaged through drawers and cabinets, finding about ten yuan in change.

Obviously, this amount of money is still not enough.

It seems I still need to go out and do odd jobs for a few days.

He was completely captivated when he saw the FIFA game during the day.

The game's graphics are very realistic, at least in his opinion.

The fact that a controllable little figure could be made so realistic far exceeded his expectations.

Not only that, but you can also feel the cheers of the audience and clearly achieve victory in the game, which is a really great feeling.

Moreover, according to the young bartender, football games are just one type of game; once he owns the game console, he will experience many more interesting things.

Suddenly, he felt that fighting seemed rather boring.

The next morning, he went straight to the Zhuanzhuanzhuan bar.

The bar had just opened, and the bartender was quite surprised to see Carson arrive.

Customers usually don't come at this time, as most people are at work, and even those who don't have much work will at least sleep in.

"Sir, you've come too?"

"Hmm... Huh? I'm here too? Someone else got here even earlier than me?" Now it was Carson's turn to be surprised.

The bartender nodded: "That's right, someone was here even earlier than you, probably your friend. He ordered a beer this morning and just sat there in front of that arcade machine, unable to move." The bartender stood in the doorway with a broom, looking into the room. From his position, he could see someone engrossed in playing the game.

Carson went inside and found that it was indeed an acquaintance of his, a guy named Owen.

He looked very big, and he was the kind of guy who was very good at fighting.

However, at this moment he was wearing sportswear, hunched over, holding a handle that was very small to him with his large hands, and staring intently at the TV screen.

Meanwhile, a new ball game is playing on the television screen.

The bar owner's son, the young bartender, was yawning nearby.

He played other games for a long time last night and is still a little drowsy.

But early in the morning, a bartender knocked on his door and asked him to come out and greet the guests. The bartender said that the guests had specifically asked him to greet them and promised to give them a tip.

The young bartender would naturally not miss the chance to make money for his own bar, but he really didn't expect that he would be serving such a big guy.

He was startled when he first saw the big guy, fearing that he might not have treated him well and displeased the guy.