Chapter 291: Labeling the Host Machine
Li Yada quickly said, "Ah, yes. Actually, we've been trying to find some translation studios recently, but Turn Back Before It's Too Late requires a rather high standard of translation, and we haven't yet found a truly suitable translator."
"We're still trying to contact some more experienced translators, but it might take some time."
The other party smiled. "That works out perfectly!"
"Actually, the authorities are considering turning Turn Back Before It's Too Late into a flagship title for cultural export. If you're willing, we can help you get in touch with some highly experienced translators. We'll make sure the translation is as faithful, smooth, and elegant as possible."
"As for costs and other concerns, don't worry—we'll have dedicated staff handling all that."
"For now, you can start by releasing the English and Japanese versions. Other languages can come later—no need to rush."
Li Yada was overjoyed. "That would be wonderful!"
She knew very well that the official resources and connections were far beyond what a private company like Tengda could access. If the authorities were willing to step in and help find translators, they would definitely bring in top-tier professionals!
After agreeing on the spot, the two sides briefly discussed some details and exchanged contact information.
Follow-up work would need long-term planning, but with such strong official support, everything should proceed smoothly.
After hanging up, Li Yada felt this was simply an unexpected blessing.
The authorities were actually taking the initiative to help produce multilingual versions of Turn Back Before It's Too Late, and even actively promote it!
But thinking carefully, it did make sense.
The game's quality was exceptional, and its thematic depth was rich—it was a perfect vehicle for cultural promotion.
From the previous cases of the Blood War Anthem: Enhanced Edition mobile game and Game Producer, it was clear that the authorities consistently encouraged originality, positive value guidance, and games with depth and substance.
And Turn Back Before It's Too Late wasn't just fun and polished—it had excellent cultural value. Many foreign players were even willing to look up words in the dictionary just to play it. That alone showed the game's charm.
A game like this was exactly what the authorities would love to promote.
So of course they would support it vigorously, even taking the initiative to arrange translations—that was completely logical.
Suddenly, a thought struck Li Yada.
"Could it be that President Pei predicted all this?"
"What did President Pei say back then?"
"He said that entering the overseas market required the right timing, favorable conditions, and the right people—none of which could be missing. Without strong resources and support, rushing in would likely lead to failure."
"Now, we do have strong resources and support! So this couldn't possibly count as rushing in, right?"
"It seems President Pei told me not to hurry because he had already foreseen this, he probably expected the authorities to take action within a month, so he stayed calm!"
"Hmm, but President Pei said we should consider multilingual versions next month."
"Could it be that President Pei assumed the authorities would only notice the game and arrange translations next month?"
"That's possible. After all, rising popularity and catching official attention usually takes time. Maybe even President Pei didn't expect Turn Back Before It's Too Late to explode in popularity this quickly!"
"Great, I'll report this good news to President Pei right away!"
"It's a pity President Pei isn't here. If he were, letting him talk directly with the officials would probably make him even happier, right?"
Full of excitement, Li Yada dialed President Pei's number.
…
"Achoo!"
In his rented apartment, Pei Qian was wrapped up in a blanket as he sneezed.
After blowing his nose, he tossed the tissue toward the trash can. It hit the rim with a "thud" and fell to the floor.
"Damn it!"
Pei Qian was speechless. Still wrapped in his blanket, he crawled out of bed, picked up the tissue, threw it away properly, and then instantly retreated back under the blankets, curling up again.
He didn't go to work today—because… he had caught a cold!
It was the transition between autumn and winter, the weather had suddenly turned cold, and Pei Qian had been running around outside for several days. Of course he would end up freezing himself sick.
So today, he didn't go anywhere—just lay in bed like a corpse, chugging hot water nonstop.
"I'm so miserable."
Pei Qian muttered to himself.
Why is everything completely different from the script I imagined?
According to the original plan, I should be lying back collecting money effortlessly by now, right?
Why am I still scrambling to spend money?
Ugh… so frustrating!
Just as he was playing on his phone, Li Yada's call came in.
Pei Qian froze for a moment, then quickly picked up.
It's only been two days—did she already cause another disaster?
I'm really reaching my limit here!
"What's up…" Pei Qian sounded weak.
On the other end, Li Yada clearly gasped. "President Pei, you caught a cold?"
"Ah, it's nothing serious. I've already had plenty of hot water. So, is there something going on with Turn Back Before It's Too Late?" Pei Qian had absolutely no energy for small talk.
Li Yada said excitedly, "Yes, President Pei! The officials just called. They said they want to assign dedicated translators to Turn Back Before It's Too Late and help us with overseas promotion! And they discovered us a whole week earlier than you predicted!"
"Don't worry, President Pei. I've already taken care of almost everything!"
Pei Qian: "???"
What??
The officials are assigning dedicated translators?
Fuck! Isn't that the worst-case scenario?!
How am I supposed to come up with an excuse to refuse them now?!
Pei Qian's mind went blank. He felt like his cold was getting worse.
Thankfully he was already lying in bed, so he didn't have to worry about collapsing to the floor.
After a minute of silence, Pei Qian finally said, "…Oh. Anything else?"
Li Yada replied, "Ah, no, that's all. I just wanted to report it. How's your cold, President Pei? Do you need medicine or help with anything?"
"No…" Pei Qian stared blankly at the ceiling. "I just want to be alone and rest."
"Ah, alright! President Pei, don't overwork yourself. Please rest well!"
After hanging up, Li Yada whispered to herself,
"As expected, President Pei anticipated everything. He didn't sound surprised at all."
Pei Qian tossed his phone aside and sighed silently.
There was nothing he could do, the officials arranged everything so neatly, and they were definitely not people he could afford to offend.
And he had no legitimate reason to refuse their kindness. He could only grit his teeth and swallow the consequences.
So annoying… looks like I'll have to open even more Against the Wind Logistics Station!
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Moyu Internet Café Flagship Store.
Ma Yang and Zhang Yuan hadn't visited the place in a while.
This time, unlike before, the internet café area was no longer empty. The seats were nearly 80% full—quite lively.
Of course, the situation at Moyu Internet Café 1.0 and 2.0 was different. The flagship store had very few computers, so even a small increase in customers made it look packed—the occupancy rate was somewhat inflated.
But regardless, compared to before, the internet-café operations of Moyu Internet Café were finally no longer just for show. It was undeniably a huge step forward.
On the second floor, Zhang Yuan and Ma Yang stood before a fully assembled desktop computer placed on the table.
The case was the same model as before—looking extremely cool and luxurious.
After all, they'd spent a lot of money on it; of course the appearance had to be arranged perfectly.
Aside from the case itself, there was also a special emblem mounted on it: the three capital letters ROF, arranged in a stylish, almost calligraphic design that left a strong visual impression at first glance.
This was the logo of Republic of Faith, custom-made to fit perfectly on top of the case—complete with lighting.
And as everyone knows, once a PC component lights up, its performance automatically increases by at least 50%.
The ROF brand didn't use Moyu Internet Café's logo, mainly because the Moyu logo was a bit… meme-ish, which didn't help convey the high-end, classy aura of Republic of Faith.
Ma Yang studied the machine carefully.
"Mm… yeah, not bad! Just from appearance alone, it looks great—definitely expensive."
Zhang Yuan nodded. "It is expensive."
"In the early phase, we'll just sell the same machines used by Moyu Internet Café. They'll basically serve a handful of rich customers. No need to chase volume—just focus on establishing a reputation."
"In short, every customer who buys a machine should enjoy royalty-level service. Home delivery, in-home repairs—that stuff is mandatory."
"Once our reputation grows, then we can consider offering more configurations or even fulfilling custom requests."
"As for monitors and peripherals, we'll provide an official recommended list. If the customer thinks it's too expensive, they can buy it themselves. If they're too lazy, we'll buy it for them. Worst case, the Against the Wind Logistics brothers will just have to work a little harder."
"And if we really manage to build something big in the future, we might even find an OEM factory to produce our own branded monitors and peripherals. That would give us the full Republic of Faith ecosystem—now that would be impressive."
Ma Yang agreed wholeheartedly.
"Yeah, we can't hope to get everything in one bite. For now it's basically PC assembly, home delivery, and in-home maintenance—a service fee, building reputation. Consider it a side business of Moyu Internet Café and Against the Wind Logistics."
"If this works out, it'll count as a performance achievement for Moyu Internet Café too."
Zhang Yuan felt genuinely gratified—Ma Yang always thinking aligned perfectly with his own, for once. He didn't even need to waste his breath stringing him—uh, convincing—him.
The computer was soon fully packed and ready to be delivered to their first customer.
A delivery guy from Against the Wind Logistics would personally handle the door-to-door delivery, and Moyu Internet Café would manage all after-sales service.
Apart from regular warranty coverage, if the customer wanted to upgrade components in the future—like replacing a graphics card—there would be personnel assigned for home service.
The Against the Wind Logistics crew were all their own people; they would handle the machine carefully, so there was no need to worry about bumps or damage during transport. Everything would arrive safely.
Zhang Yuan then took out the rest of the custom ROF badges and started installing them on all the other PCs in the café.
Every computer in Moyu Internet Café would carry this emblem, subtly influencing customers.
Originally these PCs clearly looked like self-assembled machines, but with the emblem added, they instantly looked far more high-end.
Naturally, some customers would ask: "What brand is this computer?"
That was when the considerate network admin would step forward to introduce the café's newly launched premium custom PC service.
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