ROSGT ### Chapter 181: Is Your Two Thousand Mocking My Twenty Thousand?
### Chapter 181: Is Your Two Thousand Mocking My Twenty Thousand?
When KOF was released, Street Fighter 2 had already sold 3.2 million units. This achievement was remarkable even compared to Ye Chui's previous games, with a final sales estimate of around 6 million units.
As the last fighting game directly developed by Professor Fork, KOF featured many characters from earlier games, such as Terry, Andy, and Joe from Fatal Fury, and Ryo, Robert, and Yuri from Art of Fighting. The game's two main characters, Kyo Kusanagi and his fated rival Iori Yagami, were incredibly cool. Not to mention the most iconic fighting game bombshell, Mai Shiranui. With such a combination of characters and popularity, it was destined to be a hit.
"In just 28 hours since its release, sales have reached 2.3 million units. It looks like KOF will sell at least 7 million units," Fang Xi said in amazement, checking the game store database in the car. He had originally thought selling a million copies of a game would be the peak, but now Ye Chui had raised the bar to over five million. Should he start dreaming of games selling ten million copies?
Ye Chui smiled and nodded. This result was somewhat unexpected, but the previous games had all set the stage for KOF, so it made sense for it to be a major hit. Once today's event was over, he would focus on organizing the KOF tournament, which would further boost sales.
"For now, let's not worry about the game. We might face some trouble at the wedding. Don't get too nervous," Ye Chui said with a smile.
The group from the studio was riding in a stretch limousine to attend the wedding of Cao Kang and Lin Xin. It was just past three in the afternoon. Everyone was dressed in their finest suits and gowns. Even little Wang Shiyu was wearing a cute light green children's gown, looking even more like a doll.
Of course, these suits and gowns were generously funded by little Wang Shiyu. Luxurious brands, high-class style. From the moment he put on his suit, Robert had been restless, fidgeting and feeling his clothes. It seemed he had never worn such expensive clothes before, looking completely out of place despite his model-like build.
Eva, in a sexy red dress, finally lost her patience. "Robert, you used to be so glamorous. Can you stop acting like such a bumpkin?"
"Er, I never wore such expensive clothes before. This suit costs twenty thousand! I only make three thousand five a month now!" Robert retorted earnestly.
Alright, that strong country accent just made him sound even more like a bumpkin. Everyone couldn’t help but laugh. Robert always brought laughter wherever he went.
The atmosphere in the limo was somewhat tense. They weren’t really there to celebrate a wedding. Cao Kang's side certainly didn’t consider them guests. There was bound to be some confrontation, and Ye Chui was ready to retaliate.
Ye Chui gently held Fang Nan's hand, feeling her stiffness. She was likely anxious about facing those people again. It had been two years since they had run away from that circle, and now she had to confront it again.
"Don't worry, no matter what happens, we'll be together," Ye Chui reassured her with a smile.
"Mm."
Fang Nan nodded, giving herself a silent pep talk. Today wasn't just about making Ye Chui proud; she and Fang Xi were tired of running and ready to face their past.
The limo pulled up outside a luxurious wedding hall named the Dome Hall, the most extravagant wedding venue in Yanjing. Known as a "marriage paradise," the hall was designed by a world-renowned architect. Its glass ceiling, extending to the sky with special lighting effects, could create stunning scenes like a starry sky, making it a dreamlike venue. Many girls in Yanjing dreamed of getting married there, but it was exclusive to the wealthy and even then, hard to book.
Though the wedding hadn’t started yet, the area outside the hall was already crowded with various luxury cars and people bustling about. Weddings were grand events where powerful families in Yanjing sent representatives, making it a gathering of the city's elite.
With Fang Nan's help, Ye Chui settled into his wheelchair. His legs had healed, but he still couldn’t stand. He needed a breakthrough. Looking around, Qian Xiaomai hadn’t arrived yet. It was challenging to bring over three hundred kids here, and Ye Chui had specifically hired three buses for the job, so they were probably still on the way.
"We should go in first," Ye Chui suggested, looking at the grand entrance.
"Welcome, welcome. Thank you for coming to my daughter's wedding. Thank you so much..." A sycophantic voice rang out at the entrance.
Hearing the voice, Ye Chui frowned, feeling an instinctive aversion. He traced the voice to its source and quickly recognized the man behind it.
A middle-aged man in a slightly ill-fitting shiny suit was standing at the entrance, nodding and smiling obsequiously at the arriving guests.
"That's..."
Ye Chui found the man incredibly familiar, and his dislike intensified. After a moment, he finally matched the middle-aged man to someone from his memory. "That's Lin Xin's father, Lin Youcai."
No wonder he felt such aversion. When Ye Chui had been with Lin Xin, Lin Youcai had been relentless in his criticism, blaming Ye Chui for being poor and having no future. He had even urged Lin Xin to break up with Ye Chui in front of him, never showing him any respect.
Now, Ye Chui had no lingering feelings for Lin Xin, but the original Ye Chui’s disdain for Lin Youcai remained.
As the bride's father, Lin Youcai was greeting guests at the door. The people arriving were all high-status individuals he could never have associated with before. His daughter's marriage into a wealthy family had given him this opportunity, but he still felt inferior, so he was overly deferential.
Then he saw Ye Chui and his group.
His ingratiating posture suddenly straightened.
"Well, if it isn’t Ye Chui. What are you doing here at my daughter's wedding?"
"Of course, we’re here to attend the wedding," Ye Chui replied calmly. The previous Ye Chui had feared Lin Youcai, but he wasn’t affected at all.
"Tsk tsk. My daughter mentioned you might come. I didn’t think you’d actually dare show up. Don’t you know your place?"
Lin Youcai sneered, patting his shiny suit and flicking off imaginary dust from his sleeve. He smirked arrogantly. "Look at this suit, my son-in-law bought it for me for two thousand. I remember someone once gave me a two-hundred-yuan suit as a gift. Tsk tsk, no comparison. Haha, two thousand yuan. Can you poor people even afford that?"
He was referring to the two-hundred-yuan suit Ye Chui had once given him, now mocking him for it.
Ye Chui smiled faintly. Damn, back then, he should’ve just bought him a twenty-yuan street stall outfit!
Lin Youcai's gaze swept over Ye Chui and his companions, filled with disdain. Seeing Robert standing closest, he reached out to check his suit. "These clothes must be from a street stall, right? At most a few hundred..."
His words stopped abruptly, eyes fixated on the small tag on Robert’s collar—Price: 20,000 yuan.
"Tw... Twenty thousand?" Lin Youcai's eyes nearly popped out.
Fang Xi couldn’t help but kick Robert's butt. "Robert, you’re such a bumpkin. Didn’t I tell you to remove the tag?"
"If I remove the tag, how will people know I’m wearing a twenty-thousand-yuan suit? Look, he couldn’t even tell the difference between a street stall and my branded suit. If I removed the tag, wouldn’t his two thousand mock my twenty thousand?" Robert retorted, aggrieved.
Lin Youcai: "..."
Ye Chui and the others: "..."
Come to think of it, it was lucky the bumpkin didn’t remove the tag. Lin Youcai's expression was priceless.
After a long pause, Lin Youcai seemed to remember something. He had vaguely heard his daughter mention that Ye Chui had made a lot of money, but he didn’t know the details. If they could afford a twenty-thousand-yuan suit, he must be doing quite well now. But Lin Youcai didn’t dwell on it. He was about to join his daughter in a wealthy family, so he didn’t care much about these details.
With a cold snort, Lin Youcai pointed to a nearby table, saying, "Ye Chui, you need to register first!"
This was the procedure for attending the wedding. At least, names needed to be recorded.
Ye Chui was prepared. He walked over and wrote his name.
In the identity column, Ye Chui wrote: "Bride's Ex-Boyfriend."
Next was Fang Nan. After writing her name, she filled in the identity column: "Bride's Ex-Boyfriend’s Current Girlfriend."
Then Fang Xi: Bride's Ex-Boyfriend’s Current Girlfriend’s Brother.
Eva: Bride's Ex-Boyfriend’s Current Girlfriend’s Brother’s Current Girlfriend.
Robert: Bride's Ex-Boyfriend’s Current Girlfriend’s Brother’s Current Girlfriend’s Brother.
Little Wang Shiyu: Bride's Ex-Boyfriend’s Current Girlfriend’s Brother’s Current Girlfriend’s Brother’s Sister.
The registration attendant: "Are you all here just to cause trouble?"
Ye Chui and his group headed towards
the hall, but Lin Youcai stopped them again. "Wait a minute, you know it's a tradition to bring a gift when attending a wedding, right?"
"A gift?" Ye Chui's group was stunned. They hadn’t prepared anything.
"Hmph!"
Lin Youcai snorted. Guests at his daughter’s wedding were all wealthy, bringing at least tens of thousands in gifts. He wanted to see how much Ye Chui could produce. He had already decided to mock Ye Chui regardless of the amount. "Is that all?"