Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Chapter 44 Pokémon Copyright Plan

Eri opened her mouth, instinctively about to refuse.

After all, it's past midnight, and they're a man and a woman alone together.

Is it really just drinking water?

I do not believe.

Moreover, he also went to "Night Paris Soap Paradise," a place I know better than anyone else.

In such high-end places, most people who go there are account managers bringing clients, mainly to discuss business, maintain client relationships, and make money.

Someone like him who goes out to consume alone has only one purpose: to be vulgar.

The scariest thing is that he didn't spend any money there.

He must be really pent up, is he going to make a move on me?

How did I end up accepting the money?

But I really need this money...

If I refuse on the spot, will he just snatch it back? He seems to be staring at the money in my hand.

"Although I work in that kind of place, I only do part-time work as a cashier, nothing else, and I've never even been in a relationship..."

Eri felt the reassuring texture of the banknote paper in her hand, and she couldn't bring herself to refuse. She couldn't even hear what she was saying.

He instinctively crumpled the two banknotes into a ball and hid them behind his back.

I've already given it to him, I can't ask for it back. He seems to be a major villain, I want to draw him into an hentai anime.

“Ms. Makimura, please don’t misunderstand. I love my wife very much. While chatting with you just now, I suddenly had a burst of creative inspiration, and I’m really worried that it will disappear when I get home. If I could borrow your studio, I would definitely repay you properly. Please!”

Xiuming didn't want to have any emotional entanglement with her, especially a woman who lived alone, was single, unmarried, and had never been in a relationship.

After all, he is a married man with a wonderful wife at home who will not abandon or give up on him.

She is different from Ayako. Ayako is Mrs. Sugita, who can withstand pressure and knows her own position. Besides, she made a "disclaimer".

She is Miss Makimura. Considering the current social situation, her circumstances, and her lack of romantic experience, it will be difficult to distance herself from her. It is very likely that she will take extreme measures when she cannot accept certain facts.

It's a really troublesome thing anyway.

But in the current situation, to get the "Triple Good Achievement" and the skill reward, you have to trigger the third piece of information, resolve the issue, and then ask for a positive review.

If he just stood at the main entrance, that small-statured headhunter, unless he was stupid, shouldn't dare to bother him.

As for turning the third piece of intelligence into something else, judging from the headhunter's attitude towards Eri Makimura just now, he is definitely a devoted lover who would rather shed tears in silence than give up.

Maybe right now they're hiding in some dark corner, clutching their mouths as they're about to burst into tears, their eyes bloodshot, staring at this place and weeping.

"So that's how it is..."

Eri took out the key. She still had some empathy for the matter of creative inspiration. Inspiration can indeed be fleeting, and once you miss it, you can never remember it again.

As for Hideaki's claim that he loves his wife very much, Eri doesn't believe a word of it.

Since he loves his wife so much, how could he go to such a place to spend money alone?

However, judging from what he said, it seems like he wants to give more money. Could it be another 10,000 yen? I'm really looking forward to it.

Since they've put it this way, it's practically a clear rejection!

If he dares to do anything bad to me, I'll scream for help. After all, President Ezaki said he would protect me...

I'm going to make a killing off him.

After Hideaki stepped aside, Eri opened the courtyard gate.

In the middle of the yard stands a thick, dark gray wooden pole, with a light bulb covered by a rain cover hanging from its top. In the dim yellow light, countless small flying insects flutter against the lampshade.

The pole was surrounded by potted plants covered with green leaves and flowers. A cobblestone path ran through it, leading to a two-story wooden building, which resembled a dormitory. There was a row of doors on the first floor and another row of doors behind the wooden railing on the second floor.

There are clotheslines in front of each door, and even though it's midnight now, some people still haven't taken their clothes in.

Classic row house cheap rental apartments, with shared toilets and bathrooms, and no kitchen.

The two went up to the second floor together, walked along the corridor to the east end, and Eri opened the outer layer of the mottled green-painted iron-bar security door, then pushed open the second layer of the light yellow wooden door covered with scratches, which creaked softly.

"Please come in!"

At the entrance, Eri changed into pink cotton slippers and reached out to press the light switch for the interior. "Um, I only have one pair of slippers here... uh..."

After the indoor lights came on, Eri suddenly stopped talking, turned around and gave a stiff smile, "The house is a bit messy, I'm so sorry..."

A small single room of less than 20 square meters.

The low-wattage light bulb cast a pale white light on the messy room.

On the dark yellow floor, there were wrinkled clothes, skirts, bras, underwear, unwashed socks, crumpled scraps of paper, flat draft paper, and stacks of comic books.

On the small table in the middle, there were piles of white plastic lunch boxes containing pre-made ready-to-eat meals.

The only open space was a small area on the tatami mats, just big enough for one person to sleep in, where a handheld game console that was about 60% new was also placed.

There were many scraps of comic paper scattered around the open space. I guess they were just sketching a few lines when inspiration struck in their dreams.

Finally, in front of the small window on the east side, there is an old-fashioned workbench that looks like a primary school desk: on the desk is a stack of comic book graph paper, several pen holders filled with pencils, a small desk lamp with a pink lampshade, a bag of instant coffee and a white porcelain coffee cup with coffee powder still in it, probably poured in in the morning but not brewed in time.

There was also a half-finished official comic draft that was still in the process of being created, covered with a bunch of pencil stubs and black bits left from erasing the paper, like the black grime rubbed off the skin of someone who hadn't bathed in three years.

"It's okay, it's not my house anyway."

As he spoke, Xiuming kicked off his shoes, closed the security door, and walked barefoot across the various papers on the old wooden floor to the tatami mat, where he picked up a game console.

Since we're already here, why be polite with her? It's exhausting.

This cost money!

I won't leave if I don't get the "Three Good Achievements".

Hideaki's sudden lack of politeness surprised Eri for a moment, as the room was indeed too messy, which was very rude, embarrassing, and shameful.

First, roll up all the clothes scattered around, especially bras and panties, and stuff them into the bottom of the closet.

These items are designed in a very bold and open style, with all sorts of sexy designs. Of course, I didn't wear them intentionally; I just wanted to find inspiration for my own creations.

She was afraid that if Xiuming saw these things, he would have some uncontrollable urge, after all, his "bubble bath plan" for today had been ruined.

"Hey, if you have any inspiration, go and create it!" Eri picked up the kettle next to the small table, looked around, and realized there was only one cup at home. She could only pour boiled water into the coffee cup and reluctantly made him a cup of coffee. "Drink your coffee quickly, and after you finish your coffee, jot down your inspiration and then hurry home! I have to go to work tomorrow!"

"Seeing the state of your room has completely erased my inspiration."

Eri: "(⊙﹏⊙)"

Xiuming didn't look up, he was just fiddling with the handheld game console, the "Nintendo" brand, the "Game Boy" portable game console, the white plastic shell, the small black and white pixel display, and below it were six or seven round buttons for controlling the direction.

I played Tetris a long time ago.

The word "Nintendo" immediately brought "Pokémon" to mind.

Because of its immense fame, Xiuming had paid special attention to it, wondering which guy was so clever as to create such a profitable yellow electric mouse with a lightning tail.

Then they found out about Satoshi Tajiri, the pioneer of the concept, Ken Sugimori, the main designer of the character's image, and a group of other staff members.

This year is 91. In order to develop a FC game called "Quinty", Satoshi Tajiri's team gathered an amateur team and established Game Freak Studio two years ago. They won their first battle and became a small sensation.

Five years later, the Pokémon series of games was launched. Now that the Quinty game is mature, the "concept draft" of Pokémon must have been put on the agenda.

However, it's definitely not as comprehensive as I imagined, since they won't be released for another 5 years.

Most importantly, the cute designs of various Pokémon were definitely not included.

Based on reality, before Satoshi Tajiri entrusted the task of designing the Pokémon characters to Ken Sugimori and his group, their minds were absolutely blank.

It's like a creator before receiving a commissioned piece of writing. He has no concept of it and knows nothing.

Hideaki decided that after obtaining the "drawing skill" tonight, he would draw the images of all 151 Pokémon and their Poké Balls, and then go to the licensing office to register the image copyrights first thing tomorrow morning.

The image of the electric mouse with its lightning bolt-shaped tail has become a global phenomenon. Even those who have never played the game or watched the anime will find it irresistible and their hearts flutter at first glance.

Once this copyright is successfully registered, it will be firmly in our hands, and no one can change it.

As for game development, it's not like I haven't played games before. I know the gameplay inside and out. As long as I express my ideas, the office worker programmers will understand.

It will be released several years earlier than Satoshi Tajiri's team.

Of course, it would be best to bring Satoshi Tajiri's team under his wing, and also rely on Nintendo's game consoles.

Once it becomes popular, Nintendo executives will realize the value of the IP and will come to ask for the copyright and discuss cooperation.

Get out!

I'll start another video game software and hardware development company and poach people from their company.

I hope Satoshi Tajiri's team will "be pragmatic and wise," otherwise they will "only be able to live in my shadow."

Xiuming was secretly plotting, but he didn't forget to play the game: "Please give me some time, I think I'm about to touch it again."

Xiuming answered without looking up, staring at the pixel display screen and pressing the directional buttons.

His finger almost created an afterimage as he adjusted the speed at which the blocks in the game were falling to the fastest setting.

The background sound effects of Tetris on the handheld console were "beep beep beep beep" and "swish swish swish".

Xiuming sat cross-legged on the tatami while playing a game.

Eri snapped out of her embarrassment and confusion and handed him the cup of hot coffee.

"Are you just making excuses?"

This is not how you come up with inspiration at all!

I think you're deliberately lounging on my tatami mat. I've heard that many guys will go to great lengths to lie for "some lewd purpose." Are you planning to actually do it to me?

"Shut up, don't disturb my inspiration!"

Hideaki suddenly looked up, startling Eri. The coffee cup she was holding tilted, spilling hot coffee all over Hideaki's shoulder. The dark brown coffee ran down his arm, his chest, and all the way down to his thigh.

"Grass!"

Although it wasn't freshly boiled water, the kettle's heat retention was excellent; hot coffee poured on you cooled down much more slowly than hot water.

Xiuming threw away the game console, jumped up, grabbed his shirt and pants with both hands, not even bothering to unbutton them, and with a ripping sound, the shirt and pants came off his body together.