Madam, Please Behave-Chapter 175: Making Big Money

Liu Changqing arrived at the company with An Yuanyao.

She returned to her personal office, while Liu Changqing excitedly headed straight for Feng Qian’s office.

The development of the Pokémon sequel had officially begun.

The first generation had sold exceptionally well and brought him considerable revenue. Just as he was about to discuss future plans with Feng Qian, he pushed open the office door and was met with an unexpected sight.

Stunned for a moment, he asked in confusion,

“Dafu? What are you doing here?”

The noise of the door opening caught Feng Qian’s attention, while Chen Dafu, who was leaning back in his chair, remained focused on his handheld console.

He barely lifted his head to glance at the door and casually greeted,

“Morning!”

“This is odd. Why aren’t you at your company? What are you doing here?”

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“I came to see you.”

After saving his game, he placed the handheld console on the desk in front of him and stretched.

“I drove over before dawn. It was exhausting.”

“Don’t you have a driver? Why are you driving yourself?”

“That’s a long story…”

At Liu Changqing’s question, Chen Dafu’s face darkened, and he tilted his head at a forty-five-degree angle, gazing wistfully out the window.

His eyes grew distant—he clearly had a story to tell.

But Liu Changqing wasn’t buying it.

“If it’s a long story, then forget it. Have you had breakfast?”

“You’re not even going to ask what happened?”

“You don’t look like you want to talk about it, and I don’t like forcing people.”

“…”

Chen Dafu fell silent, staring at Liu Changqing with an expression full of grievance—like a heartbroken girl abandoned by a scumbag.

The look made Liu Changqing feel nauseous.

“Just spit it out. And stop looking at me like that—it’s disgusting.”

“You’re so mean!”

Listening to their conversation, Feng Qian felt the atmosphere in the room turning bizarre.

When Chen Dafu had suddenly visited that morning, Feng Qian hadn’t planned on letting him in.

But after claiming he was a close friend of Liu Changqing, Feng Qian relented.

While waiting for Liu Changqing, Chen Dafu had taken out a handheld console and started playing Pokémon, cursing under his breath every so often.

It wasn’t exactly the most refined behavior.

Now that Liu Changqing had arrived, Feng Qian seized the chance to escape. He quickly made up an excuse,

“Well, since you’re here, I’ll go grab some breakfast. I woke up late and didn’t have time to eat.”

“Yeah, go ahead!”

As Feng Qian left, Liu Changqing took his seat in the office chair and turned to Chen Dafu.

“Alright, now spill it.”

“It’s nothing major. My dad won’t let me stay at the company anymore.”

“Why?”

“It’s a painful memory…”

Chen Dafu recalled the business deal he botched last month and the image of his father, Chen Jianguo, chasing him around the office with a bamboo cane.

He was already in his late twenties, yet his father hadn’t spared him a shred of dignity. He beat him in front of everyone without hesitation.

His authority in the company had completely crumbled.

Hearing this, Liu Changqing was momentarily surprised.

He had assumed that when Chen Dafu returned home, his father would groom him as the company’s successor.

Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

Chen Dafu shuddered at the memory, then leaned in and whispered,

“By the way, I’ve got a secret for you… Ye Rong is in trouble.”

“…”

Liu Changqing froze for a second, then felt a surge of joy.

“You mean that old hag’s health is failing? Cancer? Malignant tumor?”

“What the hell? No, she’s not sick—her business is in trouble.”

“What a shame…”

Though it wasn’t a health issue, Liu Changqing was still intrigued.

“What kind of trouble?”

“Her business partners are pulling out, and more than one group is going after her. I don’t remember the exact reason, but even the higher-ups have their eyes on her.”

“No way. It’s only been a few years, and people are already coming after her?”

Liu Changqing was surprised.

Ye Rong might not have been a business genius, but she wasn’t incompetent either. It didn’t make sense for her to decline so quickly after his ex-father-in-law passed away.

Just imagining her current state—struggling to keep everything together—made Liu Changqing want to laugh.

But he held it in.

Instead, he looked at Chen Dafu suspiciously.

“You didn’t come all this way just to tell me that, did you?”

“Of course not. I’m here because of that favor you owe me for helping you find your daughter.”

“I told you I’d give you a share of my daughter’s profits when the time comes.”

“What am I, a three-year-old? How do I know you’re not just making that up?”

“…”

Liu Changqing fell silent.

Chen Dafu might seem a little foolish at times—always losing money in business deals—but at least he was clear about his goals.

Since there was no avoiding it, Liu Changqing decided to cut to the chase.

After a brief moment of thought, he asked,

“Are you interested in the handheld console business?”

“Huh?”

“That thing in your hands.”

Chen Dafu was taken aback. He picked up his handheld console and examined it.

Meanwhile, Liu Changqing continued,

“Right now, most handheld consoles in the country come from Nihon’s ‘Nin-Hell.’ GBA has made players accustomed to handheld gaming, but it has some major flaws…”

Unlike Nintendo from his previous life, this world’s ‘Nin-Hell’ was still the dominant force in handheld gaming, but without Pokémon, its influence wasn’t as overwhelming.

Liu Changqing saw an opportunity.

He turned to Chen Dafu and explained,

“Our first step is to take down Nin-Hell’s domestic distributors…”

Liu Changqing’s plan was straightforward.

Compared to the Nintendo of his past life, this world’s Nin-Hell was founded in 1975 and had only recently entered the handheld gaming industry.

Although they had once soared in popularity with titles like Super Mario, the next-gen dual-screen NDS—originally supposed to release in 2004—was nowhere in sight.

Liu Changqing didn’t know what was delaying them in Nihon, but he knew this was a golden opportunity.

With his current assets and a little additional funding from a bank loan—plus Chen Dafu’s deep pockets—they could knock out Nin-Hell’s domestic distributors and lay the groundwork for their own industry.

Otherwise, once Pokémon’s later installments exploded in popularity, they might find themselves in a vulnerable position.

And with today’s technology, there was no reason they couldn’t develop a system better than the GBA.

Seeing Chen Dafu’s bewildered expression, Liu Changqing began painting a picture of the bright future ahead.

“We’re going to launch our own handheld console, develop a new gaming system… and make big money!”