Tokyo: Being coveted by my wife, I just want to play games

Chapter 373: Koyama Futaba's Transformation

"Life in the Fuyukawa family is really comfortable."

In the company corridor, Futaba Koyama walked towards the elevator while licking the ice cream cone comfortably.

She has been living a comfortable life recently, although she is extremely poor and can't even pay the water, electricity, rent and property taxes at home. She has to live in Dongchuan's house and work part-time as a domestic maid.

Being a domestic maid sounds like a job that involves either being bullied, scolded or having to endure hardships.

At first, she also thought that her hard days were coming. After all, let alone cooking, she used to wash clothes just like Dongchuan Che, throwing all the stockings, underwear and miniskirts into the washing machine. Unless it was summer and the house was prone to odor, she would only take out the garbage once a week.

A super typical useless tech nerd loli who is almost useless except for being able to make and play games.

Because she was worried that she would not be able to do the housework well in the future, she would practice her [pitiful and aggrieved little expression] in front of the bathroom mirror in the mornings at the beginning, hoping to win Dongchuan Che's sympathy and avoid being scolded.

But what she didn't expect was that although she begged and pleaded her way into the Fuyukawa family, the miserable life of a domestic maid that she had imagined did not come true.

There is no other reason.

Although Sayoko doesn't like being a manager, she is actually a person who cannot sit still. She likes the warm atmosphere where Toru Fuyukawa is busy working while she quietly does housework beside him. She also likes the feeling of Toru Fuyukawa praising her for her delicious cooking.

Therefore, although the family has a housekeeper, Koyama Futaba, Sayoko still takes care of most of the housework. Moreover, when Miyano Mion and Ohara Chika are not too busy at work, they will also take the initiative to do the housework. Sometimes, when he sees that his women are under great pressure at work, Fuyukawa Che will also cook.

There are many women in the family, which makes Dong Chuanche very tired, but the housework is indeed not stressful.

Although she, Koyama Futaba, became the housekeeper of the Fuyukawa family, she actually had no other work except changing into a maid outfit, helping to wash dishes, or taking care of flowers and plants in the yard after returning home every day. She could even taste Sayoko's superb cooking skills every day.

Sayoko's cooking skills, coupled with a variety of high-end ingredients, are much more comfortable than ordering takeout before!

"This is simply a life that only exists in fantasy! Dongchuan must live a hundred years!"

As Xiaoshan Futaba thought about it, a silly smile appeared on her face.

Her dream life is to sleep until she wakes up naturally, play games until her hands cramp, hire someone to do the housework, and order takeout for three meals a day.

This was her dream before she turned 20. Now, she has two more dreams to add, which are [to eat Sayoko's food every day] and [to hope that the fierce Dongchuan Che can live forever].

"But speaking of which, that guy Dongchuan called me over now, is he asking me to help make Don't Starve? This kind of small-scale game will probably only be sold for around 7 dollars, and there are so many people in the entire production team, so I guess we won't get much in dividends. Well, I must find a chance to ask for it later. I don't want any dividends, just a big fixed bonus!"

Xiaoshan Shuangye was muttering to himself.

She believed in Dongchuan Che's game creation ability, and she had also read the plan, so her sales estimate for Don't Starve was not low. But Don't Starve was a low-budget game after all, and for this type of game, sales of over 5 million would be considered a hit, and even if she estimated it more and raised the sales estimate to 10 million, she wouldn't get much in the way of dividends.

On the one hand, Don't Starve is priced at $7.

The selling price is $7, so million sets would be $ million.

This may seem like a lot, considering that the production cost of Don't Starve was not high. But the problem is that Japan's tax rate is the fifth highest in Asia. Not only does it have to pay the 30% corporate tax levied at the national level, but it also has to pay the 10% resident tax levied by local governments and the 5% business tax.

Adding up all the factors, without taking into account tax exemptions and reductions, the tax rate exceeds 50%, ranking fifth in Asia and one of the 27 countries in the world with a comprehensive tax rate of more than 50%.

Japan's corporate tax is calculated based on net profit, which means that if Don't Starve makes $70 million in profit, without considering various tax exemptions, it will have to pay $35 million in taxes.

On her way to and from get off work, Xiaoshan Futaba always sees people wearing headscarves standing on vans and shouting "tax cuts, tax cuts" with horns.

Among these people, there are people who are recruited by companies, government members who need to canvass for votes, and of course, more are ordinary working people.

Because corporate tax seems to be a way of collecting money from companies, but these costs will be passed on, ultimately at the expense of increasing consumers' cost of living, or reducing workers' wages, or even both.

This is actually one of the reasons why Dongchuan Che insisted on developing a gaming platform and handheld platform.

Just kidding, even though the local government is afraid that he will run away, so they not only have a very low attitude, but also give various preferential policies, but the total tax rate is still more than 35%. If you add the channel fee of about 30% for each platform,
[Why is it only 70%? 70% belongs to others! If you can get 30%, it depends on Huang Silang's mood.]

I can only say that the movie "Let the Bullets Fly" is truly immortal.

To put it bluntly, if Dongchuan Che doesn't build his own channels, he will have to hand over 70% of the profits from any game he makes.

You support your own employees, take your own risks, come up with your own ideas, bear your own pressure, and in the end you only get 30%.

What the hell is that?

Of course, Futaba Koyama, a useless otaku loli with no ambition, didn't care much about what Toru Toru was thinking. She only knew that after deducting taxes, plus the fact that the production team of "Don't Starve" was close to a thousand people,
Such a huge production team can shorten the production cycle of "Don't Starve" and improve the difficult living conditions of these fresh graduates who just joined the company this year, while providing a lot of work experience and allowing them to get into work faster. But there is no doubt that this also means that more people will receive dividends.

She, Futaba Koyama, doesn't think she can get much profit from "Don't Starve".

"We lost the gang war yesterday because the opponent, Datang, had the most damaging knife in the region. It seems that we must please Dongchuan today! I must get a large fixed bonus!"

Xiaoshan Futaba calculated secretly. She was poor now, but not poor either. She had indeed lived in poverty during this period, but the equipment she had in the Dream Westward Journey game in China could be sold for tens of millions of RMB.

However, for her, making money is just for playing games. It is okay to let her be a housekeeper or work overtime, but it is okay to ask her not to play games in order to save money.
People live to play games!
If you don't play games, what's the point of making money?
Isn't that putting the cart before the horse?!
In order to buy new equipment, Xiaoshan Futaba decided to risk it all! So, as soon as she entered the door of Dongchuan Che's president's office and saw Dongchuan Che working hard behind the boss's desk, she forced a flattering smile on her face.

"Boss, I'm here."

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Dongchuan Che, who was looking down at the documents, raised his eyebrows when he heard Xiaoshan Futaba speaking to him in honorifics. He took a sip of coffee, and looked at Xiaoshan Futaba with a smile behind his gentle frameless glasses. "It seems that you are short of money again?"

Although they were not in a relationship, they had known each other for more than two years and had worked together for more than two years. Not to mention that he knew the priorities as soon as Futaba Koyama raised her butt, but he was very clear about the greedy and kryptonian nature of this useless little loli.

"Hehe, the president still understands me."

Koyama Futaba pretended to look pitiful, then naturally pulled over a small stool and sat down.

It must be said that among all the women that Dongchuan Che knows, Futaba Koyama is the cutest and most petite one.

Not only does she have a cute baby face with a bun, but although she has big E-sized headlights, she has no money to eat well and has to eat instant noodles every day. In addition, Miyano Mitsuko often takes her to exercise together during this period, so she now has big E-sized headlights and does not look fat.

In the upper part of the forest green summer shoulder-length dress, you can clearly see the delicate collarbone and the plump buttocks that hold up the dress. And although she looks petite because of her short height, only a little over 1.5 meters, her white and straight legs are not short at all if you look at the proportions.

A petite little loli with big breasts who makes people want to lift their legs high when seeing her, and now she is looking up at herself with a pitiful look.

It is very lethal.

Dongchuan Che also subconsciously glanced at the fair northern hemisphere and delicate right-angled shoulders outside the shoulder-length skirt, but. At this time, they were talking about serious business, so Dongchuan Che didn't think too much about it.

He took out a document from the drawer and threw it over, saying with a smile, "Alright, alright, stop using honorifics, it's awkward to hear. From your appearance, you're anxious if we don't talk about money now. Then I'll be frank with you, come and be my assistant on Don't Starve, and when the time comes to share the profits, I'll give you 1.8%."

The game "Don't Starve" sold 30 million copies in ten years in its previous life. Dongchuan Che would not say that he could double the sales of this game, but he was confident that after his own improvements, the sales of "Don't Starve" could reach 35 million copies, or even 40 million copies.

And even if we calculate based on sales of 2.1 million sets, the total turnover can reach million.

After deducting corporate taxes and costs, Koyama Futaba finally received more than 4000 million US dollars, or 45 million yen in dividends. Even if the individual income tax of [% for annual income over million yen] is deducted, Koyama Futaba still received a million US dollars.

This amount of money is actually a lot, but Xiaoshan Futaba doesn't think so. "This game is low-budget and small-scale. Even if Ache makes it, the sales volume is not expected to be too high. Conservatively estimated at one million copies, the upper limit is probably around ten million. In other words, in the best case, I can get a bonus of about four hundred thousand, and in the worst case, if the sales volume is only one million copies, then according to the 1.8% ratio, I may not even get a dividend of US dollars."

"No way! This amount of money can't even buy a baby! Then the gang will definitely doubt my identity as a rich Japanese woman!!!"

"Life and death are minor matters, reputation is major!"

Xiaoshan Futaba kept calculating with her fingers. Finally, she mustered up her courage, stood up and bowed deeply, "Mr. President! I don't want a proportional dividend, but I want a fixed bonus of 150,000 or 200,000 US dollars!"

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Dongchuan Che, who was sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs and drinking coffee, was stunned when he heard what Xiaoshan Futaba said. But when he saw the "guilty" in Xiaoshan Futaba's eyes, he quickly reacted.

"This guy"

“I think the sales of Don’t Starve won’t be that high.”

Thinking of this, Dongchuan Che smiled slightly. To be honest, there are indeed many low-budget masterpieces. For example, "Ori"; "Hollow Knight"; "Balance of God" and so on, but in fact.
Even these well-known and well-received stand-alone games have not sold very well. For example, Hollow Knight has a very good reputation, but its sales volume is less than 3 million copies. Ghost Valley, which is very famous in China, has not sold more than 5 million copies.

This is also why Dongchuan Che already had a very high reputation in the industry before he made "Old Man Ring", because low-cost works are difficult to achieve sales of tens of millions.

But obviously, Don't Starve is not on this list, as its sales have exceeded 30 million copies! And 30 million copies can bring Koyama Futaba more than 1.2 million US dollars in dividends!
"I don't want the big share, I want the small change. When the game is released, won't this girl cry and faint in the toilet when she sees the sales volume?"

If Futaba Koyama needed money urgently for other important things, he would have given her some reminders because of their deep friendship. After all, the assistant of the project team should get dividends. But this guy made money to play games, to satisfy his addiction to being a big shot in online games, and to pretend to be a famous Japanese rich woman in the gaming circle.
Thinking of this, Dong Chuan Che's smile grew even brighter. He drank the coffee on the coffee table in one gulp, with a look of "It's hard to deal with" on his face, "Are you sure you want a fixed bonus of $200,000? That's the number."

"Gudu~"

Dongchuan Che had only said half of his words when Xiaoshan Futaba was so nervous that she clenched her hands on her chest and swallowed unconsciously. Seeing her reaction, Dongchuan Che almost laughed out loud, but he still kept a straight face and said seriously: "Two hundred thousand dollars, this number is not small. And I have already provided the plan and the specific production framework."

"150,800! President! Please stop talking! Let me get you a cup of coffee first!"

Seeing that Dongchuan Che was about to lower the price, Xiaoshan Futaba became nervous and hurriedly picked up Dongchuan Che's coffee cup and ran to refill it.

It must be said that the E-type Snow Mountain is indeed amazing. Once it starts running, even if you look at it from the back, you can still see its huge size that keeps shaking. It makes people want to hug it from behind!
Dongchuan Che also unconsciously looked at it twice more, and when Xiaoshan Futaba made coffee and ran back, he also looked away. But just as he looked away and picked up the cigarette on the coffee table to light it up - "Puff -"

In his confused eyes, Futaba Koyama, who was halfway through running, tripped over his right foot and fell flat on his face! With a panicked look in his eyes, the coffee in his hand splashed over the coffee table and directly onto him who was lighting a cigarette!
A whole cup of coffee poured directly from his head to his lower abdomen. Dongchuan Che's white shirt and suit pants were instantly wet, and the cigarette that had just been lit in his hand was extinguished by the brown coffee.

very hot!

However, seeing that Xiaoshan Shuangye was about to hit the coffee table, Dongchuan Che subconsciously stood up and reached out to catch it, and then.
The softness of Dayi!
Xiaoshan Futaba crashed directly into Dongchuan Che's arms, and her big tomato was crushed into a soft big persimmon on the wet white shirt, and her small mouth directly hit Dongchuan Che's lower lip! Dongchuan Che, who had just stood up, was also knocked back to the sofa by her soft "Yi"!
"Is everything okay?"

"Private Horse Race! Futaba didn't mean it! President, please don't deduct Futaba's bonus!"

Fortunately, the sofa cushions were high, and the back of Tokawa Tetsu's head only hit the cushions, not the wall. At this time, knowing that she had done something wrong, Koyama Futaba was also very nervous and apologized quickly.

But it is obvious that this money-grubber can fall even if he is walking on the ground, but he is still thinking about money.

".I know, I know. I won't deduct your money."

"That's good, that's good"

Looking at the nervous face of Xiaoshan Futaba and hearing the money-grubbing words, Dongchuan Che didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After hearing his promise, Xiaoshan Futaba was relieved, but just as she was about to say something, she was stunned.

Looking at Dongchuan Che's face so close to her and smelling the faint scent of cigarettes and shower gel on his body, she realized that she seemed to have kissed Dongchuan Che just now. She now realized that she was sitting astride Dongchuan Che in an intimate posture.

For a moment, she was stunned.

Although Sayoko and Miyano Mitsuko have little experience in love because they are busy with work, they have also been pursued by many men.

Then she, Futaba Koyama, is a complete blank slate when it comes to feelings.

Even if she didn't need to go downstairs to take out the trash or go out to a restaurant, she would have strange thoughts like "There seems to be no point in humans evolving legs."

She is truly a person with zero social skills. She started to forge medical records to avoid club activities in junior high school. After graduating from college, she became a super homebody. Even when she opened a studio, she worked remotely with a group of similar technical geeks.

Her only social circle before was Miyano Mitsuba, Sato Fujiko and Ohara Chika. This was because when Miyano Mitsuba and her friends were having a debate competition at the University of Tokyo, this girl, a freshman at the University of Tokyo, spent too much money and only ate one meal a day. She fainted on the sink in the women's restroom and was picked up by three girls who happened to pass by.
She, Xiaoshan Futaba, had rarely had close contact with a man, let alone a woman. At this moment, she was held in Dongchuan Che's arms, and she was also stunned on the spot. However.
There was no shyness in her eyes, just pure confusion.

Feeling her silly and cute eyes, although he enjoyed the feeling of being overwhelmed by her big body and felt a sense of conquest when hugging her super petite figure, Dongchuan Che still flipped his broken lower lip, then stood up with a smile and put Xiaoshan Futaba, who was clinging to him like a koala, on the sofa.

"I'm really impressed by you. Be more careful next time."

Dongchuan Che pulled his wet shirt and said, "I'm going to take a shower. You're wet too. Go to the closet and see if you can wear Meiting and the others' shirts."

"Uoooh."

Looking at the coffee stains on her chest, and then at the back of Dongchuan Che as he took off his shirt and walked towards the cubicle, until Dongchuan Che's strong back disappeared at the door, Xiaoshan Futaba was still a little dazed.

After a while, she moved her lips with a slender finger.

There is blood.

The collision was quite heavy just now.

but.
"My heart is beating so fast, why is that?"

Feeling her cheeks getting warmer, there was a little confusion in Koyama Futaba's cute big eyes. She had known Fuyukawa Tetsu for more than two years, and even when Fuyukawa Tetsu lived in her villa before, she had seen the intimate interactions between Fuyukawa Tetsu and Sayoko and the others.

Although she was shy, she had never had any other thoughts about Dongchuan Che.

There is no other reason.

On the one hand, her only hobby is playing games, and she never pays attention to men; on the other hand
It only takes a moment to hate someone, and it only takes a moment to love someone, but sometimes, that moment will never come.

This has nothing to do with whether he is excellent or not, it is just that she has no feelings. Apart from work, she will not think of Dongchuan Che in other occasions. This man could not affect her emotions in the past. But now.
Listening to the sound of water coming from the cubicle, the bits and pieces of her acquaintance with Dongchuan Che over the past two years flashed through her mind. She remembered that she always felt very relaxed when she was with this man. Although Xiaoshan Futaba's eyes were still innocent and cute, and there was still no shyness or affection in them, they were no longer calm as before, but showed some thoughtful emotions.

"Cheeks. Why are they so hot?"

"Never mind, let's go find something to change into first. If I put on Sayoko and the others' shirts, it will feel tight here, right? Should I put spare clothes here in the future? Eh, what are you thinking about? It's not like I pour coffee for this guy every day, and I don't even come to the company every day! But if I become the deputy of this production team, will he ask me to come to the company every day?"

Thinking of this, Futaba Koyama, who was standing in front of the closet choosing clothes, paused, and a strong resistance flashed in her eyes.

Because of her childhood experience, she dislikes and even resists socializing. She feels very stressed when dealing with strangers face to face. Therefore, although she has been famous in the industry for a long time, and big companies like SATE have offered her olive branches with very good salary and benefits, she would rather earn less money and still choose to set up her own studio outside.

She is very resistant to, or rather very afraid of, being in places with a lot of strangers in real life!

But
Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, this time, she felt that there was more than just resistance in her heart, there was also some...
She herself felt that this was a little inexplicable expectation.

The look in his eyes gradually changed from resistance to complexity.

(End of this chapter)