Sega Executive Director Nakayama's domineering style of "smashing money down to forge a win-win" truly lived up to its reputation!
Shoji Kawamori sat back down, bent over to pick up the pencil from the carpet, and clenched it tightly in his hand.
"As long as we can kick Tatsunoko out and keep Macross's creation from suffering that disgusting interference anymore, I have no objections!" Shoji Kawamori stated his position without the slightest hesitation.
As a pure creator, what he desired most was a clean, free, and well-funded creative environment—and that was precisely what Sega had laid on the table.
Yoshimasa Onishi stopped tapping the table. He drew a deep breath, then abruptly rose to his feet and forcefully extended his right hand across the broad conference table.
"Director Hattori, President Matsushima, President Yamaura." Yoshimasa Onishi's voice carried the resolve of smashing the cauldrons and sinking the boats, along with a feverish passion for the future. "A pleasure working with you! The wrangling and battles ahead will all depend on you!"
Hattori Kiyoshi stood and firmly shook Yoshimasa Onishi's hand, a sly old-fox smile curling across his lips.
"The moment the agreement is signed, we'll immediately form a joint negotiation team. Sega's lawyers will take this memorandum and knock on Tatsunoko headquarters' door next Monday." Hattori Kiyoshi calmly adjusted the hem of his suit, his gaze lofty. "Executive Director Nakayama has never liked dragging things out."
The tense atmosphere in the conference room completely transformed into an undercurrent of excitement.
Several factions swiftly reached an agreement under the matchmaking of Sega's immense capital.
Big West and Studio Nue's copyright war of revenge against Tatsunoko was officially placed on the agenda with Sega's forceful intervention!
By late July, Tokyo sweltered beneath rolling heat waves.
The air conditioning in Conference Room Six at