Legendary American Tycoon

White looked at the time on the wall. It was five minutes before one point. White thought that it was still early, got up and walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and the air-conditioning rushed out instantly. White felt cool from the bottom of his heart.

White took out an ice of milk, looked up and took a few sips, suddenly realizing something, moved the milk away and turned to the bottom to see the expiration date.

"Ah, it's expired. No wonder it's sour." White put his hands on the sink, turned on the faucet, and poured water into his mouth with his hands.

At this time, Iverson's voice came from the room.

"White! Come on, start!" Iverson shouted.

White responded with a "come", threw the milk into the trash can and hurried over.

Iverson was squatting in front of the computer, like a frog, with two feet resting on the stool.

When White saw him, he walked over without slowing down.

"How's it going?" White asked.

"Just started." Iverson said.

Huai had his head and sat down completely beside him. The room was dark and dark, only the light from the computer was shining faintly on their faces, as dim as blue light emitted from their bodies.

White and Iverson stared at the numbers on the computer that were only slightly beating, motionless, and focused. After a while, Iverson spoke.

"This number is really not fast. If it's a normal game, it should jump to five points in a minute." Iverson said.

Indeed, White slid the screen down a little bit, and saw that among all the company's products, only BSB was the slowest beating. There is no doubt that it became the bottom.

How does Brooklyn feel now? What is certain is that, just like them, sitting in front of the computer and staring at the screen intently, this will determine the "life and death battle."

If the game is successful, White will get a not low pre-fund in advance.

Brooklyn will send the pre-funded funds to White's account first. This is what they negotiated in the contract.

After about ten minutes, the BSB company's value is still floating around the number 10.

White stood up, and Iverson shouted from behind, "Don't you watch it?"

White yawned, threw himself on the bed again, and said, "Well, don't watch. I have to go to work tomorrow. Have I told you about this?"

"Oh, it's Google, right? Yes, you can't be late for work the first day." Iverson suddenly realized.

White put the pillow over his head without a quilt, so he threw himself into the bed.

"If you have any results, tell me tomorrow." White said.

"Okay, I will squat for a while." Iverson readily agreed.

White thought to himself that, in a sense, BSB is an investment compared to him. If successful, he will undoubtedly be one of the company's veterans. Mainly, what is the chance of success?

Generally speaking, the profit of this R-level game is indeed very high, once the international market is opened, the profit will be higher. However, the disadvantage that comes with it is the problem of exposure. Generally, games are promoted through the market to expand their exposure.

There is no doubt that BSB cannot do it. The international pirated games also need to be paid more attention to. Just a pirated disc, the loss of profits cannot be ignored.

White turned around. Although his eyes were closed, the thoughts in his head kept turning.

Finally, White was awakened by Iverson's excitement.

"White, wake up! Yes! Yes!" Iverson called.

auzw.com At that time, White was asleep, and only heard the last half sentence "Yes! Yes!", he thought to himself, he won’t sleep for a while, he woke up and found that he was born again. ? Rebirth in ancient times, where midwives came and went... that would be embarrassing.

However, it turns out that he completely thinks too much.

White rested for a while, suddenly got up from the bed, and subconsciously glanced at the species on the wall-"Three o'clock." He looked at the computer in the room, Iverson's back, and stood up neatly while thinking about Iverson. The physical strength is really good.

"What's the matter?" White walked over to Iverson.

"At half past two, the BSB company's points suddenly increased. It is now twenty!" Iverson exclaimed excitedly.

White froze for a moment, then hurried to his head, "Really?"

It's true. The BSB company, which used White's manuscript on the cover, instantly rose to more than 20 by virtue of its skyrocketing from 2:30 to 3:30.

White's eyes lit up, and he immediately got excited. He sat down on the stool next to Iverson and moved closer to the computer desk.

"Enlarge the interface a bit and just look at the value of BSB." White said.

Iverson nodded, reached out to the keyboard, and enlarged the page.

What appeared in front of White's eyes were constantly zooming and jumping numbers.

20.1,

20.5,

20.7!

The numbers are rising rapidly at a rate of a few tenths per second.

At this moment, both White and Iverson are deeply attracted by the numbers in front of them. What is presented in front of them is the green, rapidly changing digital world. These data are imprinted deep in the eyes, as if an automatic mechanism is fascinating.

This is the magic of the digital world.

White was thinking about it when the landline in the living room suddenly rang. White and Iverson looked at each other, and White realized that Iverson's eyes were as dark as a panda.

"I'll pick it up." White stood up.

"Who would it be at this point?" Iverson turned around and asked.

"Who else? Brooklyn." White said.

White walked to the living room and picked up the phone. There was a heavy gasp on the other end of the phone, and then Brooklyn's deliberately lowered voice came.

"Engelson, we succeeded!" Brooklyn said.

White leaned against the telephone table and said, "It's too early to say that it hasn't reached forty."

"I knew that you are also paying attention!" Brooklyn's voice was filled with joy that could not be hidden.

"Who can't live with money?" White raised his eyebrows, "Wait until it's forty--"

"Fuck me, I'll send five thousand dollars to your account now." Brooklyn finished speaking and hung up.

White was stunned. Because of excitement, he coughed several times. First of all, he didn't know how to react. He walked back and forth several times in the same place. After a while, White reacted and quickly pulled back from the excitement to the real world.

Taking a deep breath, White sat down heavily on the sofa beside him. Instead of checking his account immediately, he touched his chin and fell into thought.

This first sum of money, five thousand dollars, how should he use it? White originally meant to deposit in the bank first, but now he has changed his mind. He should spend the five thousand dollars on Gongcai Farm, so that Gongcai Game will be ranked first in online games in a short time.

Five thousand dollars, not too much, not too much, not too much and not too much. If it succeeds, it is a good small investment. If you fail, you can just spend money to buy a lesson. As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning.