Legendary American Tycoon

Da Da Da, Da Da Da.

White went downstairs, Iverson chased behind.

"How do you feel?" Iverson asked.

"It's okay, but I'll think about it again." White said. No matter how he is also a serious person, he has to carry a little bit to appear compelling.

"I feel pretty good, 10,000 dollars a month, more than enough to pay our rent." Iverson said.

"Come on, do you use what I earn?" White said.

"I will always get kickbacks as a middleman?" Iverson said.

"Okay, I know, why are you so kind. I thought about it a long time ago. The three thousand dollars in the middle will be given as a kickback." White said.

"? The rent is only one thousand and five, half spent." Iverson complained.

White smiled and said, "Do you want love?"

At this time the bus came, and the two jumped on the bus, and the bus drove away like wind.

...

Inside the apartment. On the gray ceiling, the light of the white recessed lamp was shrouded softly and dimly by the lampshade.

White took off his clothes, revealing a sturdy upper body with a mermaid line, and his lower body was wearing **** pants. He was about to nest into the living room sofa to look at the computer. Iverson's voice came from the bathroom.

"It's raining, White-go to the balcony and help me move the potted plants in." Iverson shouted with a voice.

White heard the sound as soon as he slumped into the sofa and had to stand up again.

"I know, I know." White answered.

White walked through Iverson's room to the south-facing balcony. At this moment, the wind was blowing and the rain was thundering, and the potted plants on the side were crumbling pitifully. White bent over to take the potted plant, and suddenly there was lightning and thunder. There was a flash of light in White's mind, and a thought came out——

Hey, there has been a period of time in China, isn't it popular to steal vegetables from farms? The introduction of the vegetable stealing game to the United States may be popular.

White brought the potted plants into the window, and then closed the window. When I walked out of the room, Iverson had come out with a bath towel. Seeing White coming out, Iverson greeted him, patted White on the shoulder, and looked towards Rear sight.

"Thank you. I just took off my clothes when the heavy rain suddenly came down." Iverson said.

"Come out directly, why are you shy?" White squinted.

"Don't make fun of me. There are people outside the balcony, so maybe you'll be treated as an exhibitionist. It wasn't that there was no news of this kind a while ago. It's not uncommon to kill all of our college students with a stick." Iverson Say.

White laughed dumbly, walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, the TV was still on, buzzing non-stop, and there was local California news, and White watched for a while.

"I have a small idea, do you think it will work?" White said.

Iverson was slumped on a wooden chair and was using the computer. He raised his head when he heard the voice and asked, "Okay, let's talk. I'll listen."

White said, "You take the computer away first. I'm talking about business."

Iverson persisted for a while, but he couldn't help but was defeated by White's eyes, so he took the notebook away and straightened his body.

"Is this all right?" Iverson said.

Huai Feature nodded: "I want to develop a small game with a small amount of memory, at most a few KB, to ensure the smoothness of the game."

"How many KB? Such a small amount of memory. What are you going to do?" Iverson was surprised and became interested.

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"Develop a game similar to a small farm, specializing in raising vegetables, harvest them when time is up, and friends can come and steal vegetables." White described.

"Stealing food game? I don't think it will work." Iverson directly rejected it.

White glanced at him and asked, "Tell me your opinion."

"Too naive, no one plays." Iverson took it for granted.

White didn't get annoyed when he heard it, but wanted to laugh, which was exactly the same as his original view of the stealing game.

Suddenly White stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Iverson thought he had given up, muttered bored, and took his notebook again. He was chatting with a **** his blog. This is his perseverance. The London girl who left a message for a month was finally impressed by his patience and took the initiative to chat, but he was not happy to die.

Fortunately, the girl did not blame him for ignoring people suddenly. Iverson was full of energy and planned to carry the gun again, but suddenly saw a black outline shadow reflected on the laptop screen, and then White's voice sounded faintly behind him. .

"Iverson."

"?!"

Iverson flicked his thigh and the notebook almost fell to the ground. White quickly grabbed it with his eyesight and put it on a side table.

"Hey, give it back to me, I'm still talking!" Iverson protested.

White didn’t pay attention to his words, Iverson realized that White was holding a bowl of dry crispy noodles in his hand, the whole piece, without even pinching it, at first glance it was taken out of the bag directly next to it. Randomly dotted with a few cherries.

I saw White brought the bowl of dry crispy noodles to Iverson's eyes.

Iverson was taken aback and hurried to hide

"What?" Iverson asked.

"Eat." White said concisely.

...What are you doing? Iverson couldn't understand it, but at this moment, he saw White put the bowl of crispy noodles on the table with a bang, and he sat down in the next seat.

At this moment, Iverson could not understand what White's smile was.

Actually-White just suddenly remembered the very funny real fragrance warning, and got into the kitchen in his interest, only to find that the kitchens of the two big men were empty, except for the piles of beer in the refrigerator, nothing else. If you eat it, you can only make do with dry noodles.

White is very optimistic that the stealing game will become popular in the United States. This is a "farm country" in itself, but the game is only released because it is not very playable and too monotonous, and it will definitely not be popular. At this time, a platform is needed-

"I plan to cooperate with blog and sell the game copyright to it." White said.

Iverson was typing, and after hearing White's words, his movements inevitably stopped, and he looked at White with a little surprise, saying that surprise was not enough, and there was a clear admiration hidden inside. It was a surprise to wear.

"What are you going to do? Blog? This is not a trivial matter." Iverson said.

"Contact the blog moderator directly and see what he says." White gave a final word.

"Will blog obediently buy your game?" Iverson shook his head, "What's more, what I am playing now is blog. This is a blog-based chat recording software. Even if you plug into the game, there will not be many people. Come, there is no doubt that this is a loss business. I can see things, will he not see it on his blog?"

"That's the reason," Huai said.

"Then what do you...?" Iverson asked.

"Because they will buy it." White laughed and stretched out a finger, "At least one hundred thousand."

"Impossible." Iverson shook his head firmly. If it happened before, because the subject was White, he would stop and think. However, this time the odds are too small.

"Then let's wait and see." White said with a smile.

White rolled up from the sofa and raised his head, put his notebook on the coffee table on his lap, and crackled the keyboard.