A Reassurance

The office area had already been tidied up, and Fu Zan led the officials to the testing area.

A 29-inch Sony color TV connected to a Jupiter console sat in the center.

Fu Zan pressed the power button, and the screen displayed the image for Investiture of the Gods: Yang Jian's Tale.

"This is the product you're selling to Japan?" Deputy Director Liu of the Cultural Bureau put on his reading glasses and leaned closer to the screen.

Fu Zan picked up the controller and demonstrated a stretch of combat and transformation. "Yes. It's based on our traditional Investiture of the Gods, combined with Japan's most advanced 32-bit game-console technology. Look, this character is Yang Jian."

On the screen, Yang Jian swung the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, bringing up a semi-transparent blade-light effect.

When they reached a cave entrance blocked by a giant boulder, Fu Zan pressed the switch button, and Yang Jian transformed into a slender black hound and slipped into the cave. When they encountered a spellcasting enemy, he switched again into divine form and used the Cosmic Mirror to reflect the fireballs.

Deputy Director Liu looked at the text and scenes in the game, nodding repeatedly. "Not bad. In the past, we were always the ones importing foreign electronic products and cartoons. Now you're turning the myths and legends of our ancestors into high-tech products and selling them to foreigners. That's called cultural export. And with the graphics done in such fine detail, it really shows our cultural characteristics. In our province, even across the whole country, this is at the forefront."

Director Wang patted the TV casing. "Technology builds the stage, culture performs the opera. This foreign exchange is earned with backbone. Xiao Fu, what are your plans next?"

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