Visiting Hattori

Mutual traffic, each taking what they needed, and the word of mouth was still good.

Children of the Star Ring was even more worth talking about.

What creative departments feared most was management blindly giving orders, laymen instructing experts.

Hattori was very clear-headed about this. He gave the creative team enough room to flex their talents, while he himself only provided broad directional guidance.

For example, he would remind the team to pay attention to the differences between different works—if you had made a hot-blooded fighting world setting, then the next project had better switch tones. Don't make it so the selling points of every IP all crashed into each other.

This was also an important reason Sega's IP matrix could cover different audience groups.

When Nakayama Takuya arrived, Hattori was in his office flipping through a quarterly sales report for derivative merchandise.

Hearing the knock on the door, he looked up, set down the report, and stood.

"Takuya, you came, so you came. Why bring things?" Hattori glanced at the bag in his hand and shook his head with a smile.

"Uncle Hattori," Nakayama Takuya called out naturally.

That "uncle" was not polite small talk.

Hattori and Nakayama Atsuo had dealt with each other for decades. When Nakayama Takuya was little and followed his father to company events, Hattori had even held him in his arms.

The relationship between the two families was right there. In private, there was no need to put on airs.

Hattori came around from behind the desk, invited Nakayama Takuya to sit, then went to the cabinet beside him and rummaged out two cups to pour tea.

"Hayao called me two days ago." Hattori pushed the teacup over and came straight to the point. "About the president matter, I support you. There was no