If Sotsu moved too slowly and Bandai siphoned off Sega's acquisition budget and share of resources, then the Sega stock these old shareholders had been dreaming of would take a massive hit.
"That's exactly what I mean. At a time like this, we absolutely can't get greedy." Honda pushed the documents in his hand before Matsushima. "This is the revised valuation proposal I rushed out overnight. I took the liberty of cutting some insignificant extra conditions and even made concessions on the cash ratio, but the core demand for a stock swap remains unchanged. As long as you shareholders agree, I'll contact Director Hattori immediately and strive to sign the letter of intent this week—no, tomorrow!"
Matsushima snatched up the documents and skimmed through the terms at a glance.
"Fine! We'll do it this way!" Matsushima gritted his teeth, a flicker of resolve flashing through his eyes. "Before the night grows long and dreams multiply. We need to cook the raw rice into cooked rice first. Only when Sega's stock is clutched in our hands can we put our hearts back in our stomachs!"
The news seemed to grow wings and swiftly made its way back to Sega Headquarters.
Nakayama Takuya looked at the latest report Director Hattori had just submitted, the corners of his lips curling into a satisfied, even teasing smile.
"These old men at Sotsu think fast enough. Slippery as loaches, aren't they?" Nakayama Takuya casually tossed the report onto the desk.
Director Hattori sat on the sofa opposite him, holding a cup of hot tea and smiling like an old fox.
"The commotion on Bandai's side is too terrifying. It's practically a massacre. They're afraid that once Bandai finishes restructuring, Sega will free up its hands and turn around to use Bandai's example to drive down