I Just Want Players to Save Money, They Insist on Giving Me!
Chapter 509 - 168: A Confused Account!_3

Chapter 509: Chapter 168: A Confused Account!_3

By the time it came to this situation, it was actually a huge blow to the entire gaming industry.

It was also something Ke Jin was reluctant to see.

As a result, the pricing of the game cartridge was meticulously calculated by Ke Jin to hit a delicate balance where poor gamers could afford it, game manufacturers would not be suffocated, and he still had hope of completing the mission.

He quickly did the math in his mind.

On the neighboring SE handheld’s release day, sales broke 100,000, and within a week, 350,000 units were sold.

But the Swtich from his own company would be much cheaper and feature more functionality, so naturally, sales were expected to surge even higher.

Potentially reaching the 800,000 to 1,000,000 range in the first week.

At that point, the cleverness of launching three exclusive titles at the same time would be evident.

If a million units were sold, and half of those were to adult gamers, 500,000 people would buy all three titles.

That would be a total of 1.5 million in sales.

The other half would consist of children who didn’t have as much money, picking just one out of the three.

Add another 500,000 in sales.

In other words,

For the first week on the shelf, his game cartridges would at most sell 2 million copies, and that was a high estimate.

He estimated that it could generate about four hundred million in revenue.

And in the following weeks, revenue would start decreasing.

You see, cartridges are different from digital versions.

There are few players willing to share accounts online, and most digital versions are for personal use only.

But with cartridges, scarcity only increases over time.

Because players selling their used cartridges to recoup some money is a significant factor that can’t be underestimated.

Their "Strength" is definitely capable of pushing sales down even further.

"Even if I do the math, nearing a billion by the end of the month, I still have the ’Back to the River’ buff to play it safe."

After running the numbers, Ke Jin found that his chances of winning seemed quite decent?

Well then, come on, players!

Begin your money spending extravaganza!

I’d like to see how you guys are going to outdo Mr. Ke this time!

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"Whirr."

As a dozen or so delivery boxes were opened and shaken upside down,

and once it was confirmed that there was nothing else inside,

Ke Jun neatly arranged a pile of colorful plastic discs on the coffee table, stacking them up thick.

Mrs. Ke was peeling an orange, her gaze sweeping over those plastic floppy disks with cartoon prints, and she asked in bewilderment,

"What are you doing with all these?"

"Making big money!" Ke Jun said somewhat mysteriously.

"Hmm?"

"Do you know what’s inside these little boxes?"

"Isn’t it just the new game your son made? You’ve mentioned it eight hundred times," replied Mrs. Ke with resignation.

The old man had been keeping an eye on the gaming industry news ever since he learned that his son had made a name in the gaming field. Whenever he had spare time, he would browse through relevant news.

Whenever he found news that a game from his son’s company had become another hit, he would hastily take a clumsy screenshot.

Then he would send it to the WeChat group ’Anglers from all over’.

Mrs. Ke would also glance at that group occasionally.

A flick through the chat history made her laugh and cry at the same time.

Every day, everyone would send photos of various types of fish, but her man was the most unique.

Spring Flowers Bloom: Alas, not much fish today, just under 10 pounds /Image

Chang Le: I’m still lacking a bit compared to Brother Li, but this time I also caught a fat fish weighing over 3 pounds /Image

Peace of the Ke Family: [Cloud Top mobile game becomes a phenomenon? On the leading player designer’s creativity, click to view picture details], you know, today’s youth are really something, just with a game they can casually make a billion, must be some other family’s child, their parents must have taught them well, especially the father.

At these moments, the group of friends, who were passionately discussing fishing techniques and their catches, would uniformly go silent.

It wasn’t because they had noticed something amiss.

Mainly, these young people’s culture is something a bunch of old guys from all over the place, with the whole group adding up to a few thousand years in age, completely don’t understand and can’t even join in the conversation.

So Ke Jun’s behavior in the entire fishing chat group seemed particularly odd.

"Little bro, how come your graphics layers are so different from ours?"

Seeing these, Mrs. Ke always felt both amused and bitter.

Her son had become successful, yet his father insisted on keeping it hidden and pretending to be unaware.

Ah, what a fuss this created.

Mrs. Ke had taken advantage of the times when no one else was at home to talk to Ke Jun many times already.

If it really doesn’t work, you should just lay your cards on the table with your son.

Father and son having an honest face-to-face, what’s there to hide?

It’s just some old sesame seed-sized issues from years ago.

The child has grown up; he’s not incapable of understanding.

But Ke Jun was stubbornly silent on the matter.

His thinking was also very straightforward, to the point of being somewhat paranoid.

He had enforced the family’s teachings for so many years, restricting his children’s contact with games since they were little, to the extent that it had almost become a family rule.

And now that he saw his son had made something of himself, he should immediately agree to it?

What kind of face is that?

How am I supposed to keep a straight face in front of the child?

Mrs. Ke’s persuasion was useless, so she simply didn’t bother to say any more.

Lately, however, she had heard Ke Jun mutter to himself quite a few times.

Saying that Ke Jin, that brat, had come up with some newfangled game console, could transform or something, and when set up, it actually looked quite fashionable.

Mrs. Ke didn’t quite understand; in her view, as long as the siblings were safe and happy, that was enough; other matters were for the young people to figure out on their own.

But today, this old man suddenly brought home a pile of express delivery boxes with an air of mystery and opened one to look.

They were all cartoon games made by her own son, sealed into these little plastic boxes, nearly twenty or thirty copies in total.

"These little broken plastics can make big money?" Mrs. Ke asked curiously.

"Comrade Hua Yan, I have to correct that little mistake of yours, this here is called a game cartridge." Ke Jun straightened his collar and spoke earnestly, with a trace of superiority on his face, as if blending into the youth culture.

"Yo, you’re so capable." Mrs. Ke rolled her eyes, "If you have something to say, then say it quickly."

"It’s like this, one of these cartridges can sell for more than 200 bucks."

"How much?" Mrs. Ke paused, unable to help her astonishment, "Such a small broken box, you open it up and it’s only as big as a fingernail, sells for 200?"

"Ha, this is just the tip of the iceberg." Ke Jun continued.

"Let me tell you, that thing our son developed, that whatchamacallit... ’Strength’, that game console, now that’s expensive, one set can sell for 2,500 bucks!"

"That’s even more expensive than my cellphone?" Mrs. Ke was shocked, "Would someone really buy something so expensive?"

"Don’t interrupt, let me tell you my idea. I recently discovered a way to make money."

"You see, one cartridge sells for 200, right?"

"But, it has to be used with that ’Strength’ console."

"I mean, suppose... just suppose."

"If I buy this cartridge and give it as a gift to relatives and friends, since they have to buy toys and games for their children periodically anyway,"

"then if they get this cartridge and want to play with it, they must buy ’Strength’, right?"

Mrs. Ke listened with half understanding but still nodded.

Seeing that his plan seemed to be agreed upon.

Ke Jun excitedly grabbed the calculator, fiercely punching buttons while mumbling to himself.

"If a cartridge is bought for 200."

"But after getting the cartridge they have to buy a ’Strength’."

"One ’Strength’ is 2,500 bucks."

"That means..."

Only the mechanical sound of ’resetting to zero’ was heard

Immediately, Ke Jun stood tall and proud, as if boasting about his brilliant epiphany.

"Our son makes a clean 2,300!"