Kozuki Kagemasa's hand, wrapped around his teacup, suddenly froze, and a few drops of tea splashed onto the expensive carpet.
Four million copies!
What kind of concept was that?
This was not merely a phenomenal sales legend. Behind it lay tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of US dollars, in terrifying pure profit!
"Back then—we really shouldn't have let him go." Kozuki Kagemasa leaned back in his chair and let out an extremely complicated sigh.
His heart was bleeding, not because he had lost a talent, but because the profit from those four million copies, which should originally have fallen into Konami's pocket, had now all gone into Sega's financial report!
"President, there was no other way at the time. President Yamauchi Hiroshi and Yokoi Gunpei over at Nintendo put too much pressure on us..."
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Nishida hurriedly followed the thread and found his boss a way down. "And besides, the development funds and schedule Hideo Kojima asked for back then really did exceed our previous budget red lines—"
Kozuki Kagemasa closed his eyes. In his mind surfaced the scene from back then, when he had mercilessly swept Hideo Kojima out the door in order to preserve his honeymoon period with Nintendo.
How ironic.
He, an old fox so skilled at calculation, had actually miscalculated the biggest account of all.
That young man he had treated as a discarded piece had taken Sega's money and made a game that shocked the world.
"I heard Hideo Kojima hasn't been developing a new work recently?" Kozuki Kagemasa opened his eyes, his gaze flickering.
"Yes. He went off to make animation." Nishida's tone carried a trace of disbelief. "Sega funded it entirely and specially set up a temporary animation studio for him. They let him serve as director, and even spent a