A Game Between Two Generations of Presidents

Nobuyuki Idei's office layout was completely different from Norio Ohga's.

There were no antique ornaments pretending at refined taste here, nor any leather sofas for idle chatter.

The entire space was filled with cold metallic lines, and the broad desk was piled high with data reports of every kind.

When he knocked and entered, Nobuyuki Idei was staring at a financial restructuring proposal from the North America branch.

Not long ago, this newly appointed president had just kicked Norio Ohga's confidant Schulhof out of the game and taken full control of the North America business.

"General Manager Kutaragi." Nobuyuki Idei did not even raise his head, his fountain pen scratching softly over the paper. "Wasn't the architecture evaluation meeting for the new console scheduled for tomorrow afternoon? How do you have time to come running over here?"

"The meeting was postponed. There's an emergency situation I need to report to you." Ken Kutaragi walked up to the desk and handed over the North America market weekly report.

Nobuyuki Idei took the report, his gaze sweeping quickly over the sales figures on it.

"Capcom?" Nobuyuki Idei had some impression of the name. "A zombie-themed game sold a hundred thousand copies in three days. That's a very eye-catching figure. And then?"

Ken Kutaragi cleared his throat.

He had already rehearsed what he was about to say several times in his head.

When dealing with Nobuyuki Idei, he absolutely could not use the same rhetoric he used when communicating with Norio Ohga.

Ohga valued Sony's expansion of its territory in the entertainment industry, while Idei valued the group's overall financial health and the efficiency of resource integration.

"Capcom's follow-up rush order of three hundred thousand copies was given to Sega's Tijuana factory," Ken Kutaragi said, going straight to the point. "Our DADC Factory's