บท 364: Revived fighting spirit
"Takayuki, I'm really sorry. I let you down. In the end, I didn't fight for my company. I just let my dad destroy it."
Ichiro Murakami spoke with a downcast tone. Despite being of legal age now, he seemed like a child who had made a mistake in front of Takayuki.
"It's not really your fault. You were underage at the time, and all company operations were under the control of guardians. It was easy for them to take control away from you."
Takayuki didn't really care about the final outcome between Ichiro Murakami and his gaming website.
In real life, sometimes even family ties weren't reliable when it came to interests, something Takayuki understood well.
It was clear that Ichiro Murakami's father was someone who prioritized profit.
As Ichiro Murakami's gaming website gained more fame, his father didn't hesitate to take control of the company from his child, turning it into his cash cow.
Similar examples were abundant, and Takayuki was no stranger to them.
"By the way, are you still passionate about video games?" Takayuki asked casually.
"Of course, I still have the passion. I've always taken a phrase as my motto, one that a trusted online friend taught me."
"Oh? What is it?"
"It's to always be passionate about video games, and to try not to let profits corrupt my inner self. At least I ensure the neutrality of game reviews. I've been following this creed all along."
Takayuki blinked.
Wasn't that the same thing he once told Ichiro Murakami?
He didn't expect him to remember it so well.
It seemed that Ichiro Murakami was indeed someone with an extraordinary love for games.
And such a person was more suitable to be a game reviewer.
Just like the annual gaming media platform TGA in the past.
Only with sufficient neutrality could a platform be created that was on par with industry award institutions like the Oscars.
Anyway, his own games were almost always on top, whether or not they took the game of the year was uncertain, but they would definitely make it onto the list every year.
And he felt that if someone in this world truly created games that surpassed his own, he would actually be happy, because that meant he could play even more interesting games.
The waitress brought the coffee over, and after taking a sip, Takayuki said, "Are you interested in establishing a new game evaluation platform again? I can offer some help."
Upon hearing Takayuki's suggestion, Ichiro Murakami was almost instantly excited.
But then he felt a bit disheartened and said, "All the connections I've built up have been ruined by my father. I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to create a game evaluation website on the scale of One Man Gaming Network again."
Takayuki shook his head. "You don't necessarily have to create a game evaluation website. You can actually establish a platform that can truly compete with Oscars and similar institutions in the future. The future belongs to electronic games, and many people in this era have yet to fully comprehend this."
"But, that would mean you're sponsoring my platform. No matter what, it would seem biased to outsiders, wouldn't it?" Ichiro Murakami frowned.
"No, you can still be neutral. I can't directly invest in you, but I have another way. That is to pay you advertising fees."
Murakami blinked.
"Advertising fees?"
Takayuki nodded. "It's mid-year now, and you can start preparing during this time. Start with a small game selection and build a team through advertising revenue. I believe many people would be willing to help, because a completely neutral promotional platform would benefit them as well."
Takayuki casually took out a checkbook and wrote a check for $100,000, then handed it to Ichiro Murakami.
"Just in time, I have an advertisement that needs to be promoted. It's for the Starcraft just announced by the Morgan Group. You can start a new website from scratch again. You are the rising sun at eight or nine in the morning, never underestimate the power of youth. Don't easily give in to setbacks."
Ichiro Murakami didn't really need the money, and Takayuki knew that.
One Man Gaming Network had brought Ichiro Murakami some benefits, approximately a million dollars in income from stock exchange.
This made his college life quite comfortable.
It was just that his father's betrayal made him feel a little despair, causing him to lose confidence in re-establishing a game evaluation platform.
Perhaps he was worried that his father would intervene in his company again after he succeeded.
Takayuki wanted to give him some confidence. He actually had some faith in this kid. In the future, letting him establish an annual gaming evaluation organization that belonged to the gaming industry was quite promising.
He was worried that if someone else started it, it might go off track. At least Ichiro Murakami was obedient and had a great love for games.
Looking at the $100,000 check handed over, Ichiro Murakami felt a surge of impulse.
Should he really give up the gaming industry completely?
No, he hadn't actually given up all along. He had always felt unwilling to do so.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen computer science as his major in college, and he also joined the college's gaming club.
He just lacked someone to encourage him.
Seeing Takayuki again, the flame in his heart surged once more. At this moment, his whole demeanor seemed different.
"Mr. Takayuki, I can't accept your money. Besides, I'm not short of money. But what you said is right. I shouldn't give in to despair like this. I love games, and I also enjoy sharing the games I love with others. I should keep doing that."
When he was confused before, he thought about finding that mysterious online friend.
But then Takayuki never logged into that account again, and he even forgot the password.
Losing someone he could confide in about these secrets also made Ichiro Murakami lose his direction for a while.
But Takayuki's words once again ignited his fighting spirit.
Perhaps, he should try again to establish a new game evaluation website.
He did lose a lot of connections he had built up, and everything had to start over, but it wouldn't be worse than before. Even in the worst case, he had more cards in his hand now than before. Why not try again?
If his father wanted to intervene in his company again next time, he also decided to resist with all his might.
Ichiro Murakami's coffee had been brought over, but he seemed to have no mood to drink it now.
He even felt a bit impatient to go back to college right now.
He might have lost his connections, but now he had many peers of the same age who pursued the same goals. He also had his own savings. Everything could start again, and there was still hope!
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