What do you mean the games you make are all real?!

Fang Qingzhou spent two days in Nusantara, during which he dealt with matters related to Umbrella Corporation's first pharmaceutical factory.

Fang Qingzhou originally thought that this production line would require a lot of workers. In his mind, a factory meant people.

The assembly line is packed with blue-collar workers, all wearing uniforms and hats, standing on both sides of the conveyor belt for 12 hours at a time, each repeating the same action: loading materials, screwing on caps, and packing.

He had already asked Director Argus to help contact local manpower agencies to recruit at least two or three hundred workers from surrounding villages and towns.

But to my surprise, the Umbrella Corporation's high-tech production line was almost completely automated, requiring only a few people to operate.

This high-tech production line can produce 100 million tubes of Umbrella moisturizing cream, hair growth product, or skin rejuvenation serum per day.

So he assigned several Raccoon City police officers to operate the production line, and also had Chief Argus help recruit dozens of locals to be responsible for packaging, palletizing, and loading the finished products for transport.

The remaining dozen or so police officers were organized into security teams, working in three shifts, to patrol the factory area and keep an eye on the local employees to prevent them from stealing things.

After arranging everything, Fang Qingzhou opened a bottle of newly produced skin-renewing essence, applied it to his face, and then took out a mirror, feeling that his handsome face had become even more supple.

"This is truly an amazing product... I'm sure even if this tiny bottle sold for five or six thousand, or even tens of thousands, people would be scrambling to buy it..." Fang Qingzhou exclaimed.

Such a product could drive any woman crazy, completely outclassing all similar products on the market.

In terms of pricing strategy, he could easily take the luxury route, set high prices, control supply, create scarcity marketing, and package the skin-renewing essence as a status symbol that only top socialites and celebrities can afford.

While the profit per unit can indeed be high, with profit margins reaching several hundred percent or even thousands, the overall scale cannot be expanded, and the user base is confined to a very small high-net-worth circle.

The profit from selling 10,000 units may be similar to that from selling 1 million units, but the market influence is vastly different.

He has always believed that technology is meant to serve everyone. Even in the world of Resident Evil, the Umbrella Corporation had a very good reputation before the virus was leaked. These products were available to every household at affordable prices, in convenience stores, supermarket shelves, and vending machines.

Back then, when Raccoon City residents talked about the Umbrella Corporation, the words they used most often were "savior" and "pride of Raccoon City."

He opened the market research report that his female secretary had previously compiled, compared the market size and competitor pricing of several price segments, and finally wrote down a number on a sticky note: eight hundred yuan.

This is the entry-level price for high-end skincare products. It's not cheap, but it's enough to maintain the product's high-end image. However, it's not expensive either; an average working-class housewife can afford it if she grits her teeth.

He took out his calculator and recalculated the figures: one million units a day, at eight hundred yuan each, and with full production and sales, the daily revenue would be eight hundred million.

After deducting the cost of raw materials, which is about ten dollars per unit, and adding labor, logistics, packaging, and taxes paid to the Nusantara government, all costs are factored in, and this production line can generate a net profit of nearly seven hundred million dollars per day.

This is just one production line. After completing the Resident Evil world, he can exchange for more production lines in the system. If two or three are not enough, he can exchange for ten, and if ten are not enough, he can exchange for twenty, covering all the vacant industrial land in Nusantara with Umbrella's factories.

At that point, a continuous stream of money will flood him like a burst dam. Once he reaches that stage, he can directly exchange his wealth for a tyrant. He won't have to worry about corporate espionage, pressure from multinational pharmaceutical companies, or the covert surveillance of certain forces anymore.

As for how to sell these goods, Fang Qingzhou had already figured it out. Right now, the hottest game is his own "Resident Evil: Raccoon City," and he plans to give the first batch of products he produced as a gift to these players to help them complete the game.

With the current popularity of Resident Evil: Raccoon City, this is the best GG (Game for the Dead) game. Players don't need to spend a single penny on GG fees; they will simply post unboxing videos on social media and show off on their WeChat Moments.

Furthermore, this further confirms Miteng's public statement that Miteng is simply an outsourcing company that gets paid to do the work of making games, and that the game's sponsor is Umbrella Biotechnology, so all the rewards for completing the game are Umbrella products.

The game is popular, but the game data is provided by Umbrella. If you want game data and medicine data, go to Umbrella in Nushantara. Don't keep targeting Miteng in Yan Kingdom.

Moreover, he can give one less gift for completing the game.

That's killing three birds with one stone.

"Judging by the time, some players should have already finished the game by now..." Fang Qingzhou checked the time, returned to his private office in the factory, and started browsing game forums on his computer.

The largest gaming community in Yan Country, Xiaozonghe, is still full of posts about "Resident Evil: Raccoon City".

"Guys, how do you even survive as a Licker? I've died twenty times already!"

"Twenty times is nothing! Captain Ao died fifty times the day before yesterday, and I heard he's back in the hospital! This time he's been transferred directly to the psychiatric ward!"

"Damn Mitten, is he a freak?! The difficulty is so high, I almost quit! But then I remembered Claire saying we'd meet again, so I opened the game again. Am I being a jerk?"

"When I first finished the prologue, I thought Miteng had changed his personality. The second chapter was extremely difficult. Now I suspect that Miteng just wants to make money by using resurrection coins."

"Hey upstairs, weren't you the guy who said you ate the helmet? Did you eat the helmet you owed from the prologue? Do you have a live stream link? We're waiting for it, guys."

"A lesson learned the hard way! Protect Elliot at all costs! Otherwise, those puzzles will leave you exhausted! The game experience will go from 'slightly difficult' to 'questioning your life.' Elliot is your personal guide; protecting him is like halving the game's difficulty."

"I didn't protect Elliot properly. I didn't get the shotgun, only a pistol. It felt like I was giving it a foot massage. Is its weak point that exposed brain? I can't hit it at all!"

"Any experts out there who can come up with a strategy guide? I'm stuck in the shower area on the second floor, getting headshot as soon as I go in. I've been stuck for two hours now. Bullets just tickle me. Are these monsters immune to damage? Does anyone have a cheat code for this?"

Fang Qingzhou looked at these posts filled with lamentations and a slight smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

The more the players wailed, the higher the income from resurrection coins rose. He opened the system backend and glanced at the real-time turnover. The long string of numbers kept jumping up at a reassuring speed.

The Licker in Chapter 3 has now become his cash cow; the value generated by a single monster is higher than the revenue of most AAA games' entire installments.

He picked up his coffee cup and took a sip of the now-cold instant coffee, then continued scrolling through the posts. He wanted to see if anyone had already reached the threshold for passing the level. If not, he wouldn't mind having the system arrange something, since if no one passed the level, his goods would be harder to sell.