Inside the villa by the river.
Several stylishly dressed young people were gathered around a computer.
The young man sitting on the gaming chair was full of spirit.
A few minutes ago, he was having a heated argument with people on the platform's discussion forum.
He was berating those who didn't buy the game, calling them all fools.
“I’m telling you, this ‘Black Myth: Wukong’ game is basically giving it away for 268 yuan.”
“You don’t buy this? You deserve to only play web games and mobile games.”
“You're still addicted to being a grandpa's cyber sandbag, huh?”
The young man's mouth was foul, and he was enjoying the verbal assault.
His companions beside him were urging him, saying time was running out, and he should hurry to the purchase page.
After the young man clicked on the purchase page, he also saw those words.
“More importantly… one’s eighty-one trials… Heavenly soldiers and generals…”
Suddenly, the young man froze.
These words seemed to touch a certain part of his heart.
The young man, who always considered himself to have a strong sense of justice, suddenly remembered a sentence.
“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
The opening sentence of Fitzgerald's novel, “The Great Gatsby.”
When he read it before, he didn't feel anything.
But at this moment, he suddenly remembered this sentence.
Perhaps the author of this “Black Myth: Wukong” is also a very interesting person.
“Stop spacing out, hurry up and buy it.”
The young man nodded, immediately selecting purchase.
At the same time, he was thinking about whether to buy a few more copies.
To share the activation code with others online and let those who originally didn't have the chance to experience “Black Myth: Wukong” also try it out.
…
At this time, Xu Chen and Xu Tian Tian were also sitting in front of their computer.
Xu Chen remained composed, sitting and staring at the platform's backend.
Xu Tian Tian seemed both excited and nervous, pacing back and forth.
“Brother, quickly take a look, how many copies have we sold?”
Xu Tian Tian's swaying made Xu Chen dizzy, so he quickly checked the backend.
“Hmm… why isn't there much change?”
Xu Tian Tian saw the backend sales figures and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
“That’s impossible, there were countless people saying they’d buy it just the other day in my live stream.”
“Could it be because it's a weekday, everyone's busy?”
Xu Tian Tian was clearly agitated.
Xu Chen, on the other hand, was not anxious at all.
Because he had already noticed that the platform was lagging when switching pages.
This had never happened before.
After all, a platform that supports hundreds of millions of players has a terrifying server capacity.
Normally, unless the player's own network is unstable, it’s impossible for the platform to lag.
Xu Chen had personally checked his own internet connection.
There was no problem at all.
So there was only one possibility.
A large number of players flooded the platform in a short time.
The platform clearly hadn't anticipated this, nor had they made any backup plans, and naturally, they hadn't expanded capacity.
So it lagged.
But Xu Chen was sure the platform would fix it.
Sure enough, after a few more minutes, Xu Chen refreshed the backend again.
The purchase numbers had changed.
Only this time, Xu Chen was the one who became agitated.
“Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands… tens of thousands?”
In just a dozen minutes, the purchase quantity for “Black Myth: Wukong” had already reached six digits.
This was still with the platform lagging.
As the platform stabilized, this number would see an explosive increase.
Thinking about this, Xu Chen couldn't help but gasp.
Xu Tian Tian beside him was already in a daze.
Standing rooted to the spot.
After a few seconds, she picked up her phone and quickly flipped out the calculator.
“268 multiplied by… 156,893…”
“Four… thousand… two… hundred… million?”
Xu Tian Tian's eyes widened, looking at the numbers on her phone, she couldn't believe her eyes.
“Brother, your game has already sold for more than four hundred million?”
Xu Tian Tian previously felt that being a streamer was quite profitable.
Especially after experiencing the live stream of “Black Myth: Wukong”, receiving tens of thousands of yuan in donations in one night.
But now it seems, Xu Chen is truly ruthless.
Those who play games, really don't make as much as those who sell games.
It’s been just a few minutes since “Black Myth: Wukong” was released, and it has already sold for over four hundred million yuan.
After deducting the platform's share, the net income would still be over four hundred million yuan.
Not to mention, this is just the beginning.
Suddenly… their two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment became a mansion?
Xu Tian Tian felt dizzy.
She was in a daze, unable to accept this fact for a long time.
Xu Chen, on the other hand, kept refreshing the backend.
He watched the backend sales figures go from one hundred thousand to two hundred thousand.
Then to five hundred thousand.
Finally, it started to approach one million!
This momentum was enough to shock even Xu Chen himself.
Among these buyers, it wasn’t just the 268 yuan basic edition.
There was also the 300+ yuan deluxe edition.
Not to mention the overseas versions, purely for price gouging, with a price tag of ninety-nine dollars and one hundred and ninety-nine dollars.
If sales really break through one million.
The sales revenue in one day would be at least several hundred million yuan!
Xu Chen couldn’t help but smile thinking about this.
This time, he was truly rich.
Xu Tian Tian beside him had stopped using the calculator and let out a scream.
Then she rushed towards Xu Chen.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
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