Madam, Please Behave-Chapter 208: Scheming

September 28th.

Saturday.

The weather was terrible today. A sudden downpour arrived without warning.

There were only three days left in September.

And only three days until Liu Xiazhi’s competition.

Since he had already promised An Yuanyao, Liu Changqing dropped his daughter off at the dance studio early in the morning.

His son, however, was giving him a headache.

For some reason, ever since summer break ended, Liu Zhiyue had inexplicably turned into a complete homebody.

As a father, this was not a sight Liu Changqing wanted to see.

Fifteen was supposed to be the prime of his youth—a time for experiencing video games, maybe getting hooked on anime… but instead, the kid stayed home all day, refusing to go anywhere.

It pained Liu Changqing.

For half a month now, he had tried to talk to his son about it several times, but each time, Liu Zhiyue would shut him down with a single, serious response: "I’m studying."

Liu Changqing felt a little ridiculous.

Before, he worried when his son didn’t study at home.

Now that the boy studied every day and never went out, he was still worried.

What if staying indoors too long messed with his head?

The most painful part?

Since school started, that little girl Zhao Xuanwen hadn’t come looking for him once.

That was what hurt Liu Changqing the most.

She was such a great kid—why wasn’t his son cherishing her?

But in the end, he respected his son's decision.

If the kid insisted on studying, as a father, he couldn’t exactly kick him out of the house.

Besides, the awful weather today wasn’t suitable for going out anyway.

Liu Changqing drove toward Chen Dafu’s place.

The entire way, he maintained strict control over his speed, keeping a safe distance from other vehicles. No reckless driving, no rushing—fully civilized behavior on the road.

The rain was relentless.

By the time he finally reached his destination, Liu Changqing parked the car, unfastened his seatbelt, and reached for an umbrella in the back seat.

Stepping out, he opened the umbrella and stood in the rain.

Cold droplets trickled down the edges, landing on his shoulder.

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The chill seeped into his skin.

Slowly, he looked up at the umbrella over his head.

Silence.

Wrong umbrella.

When he had dropped his daughter off at An Yuanyao’s, he had brought two umbrellas.

But the one in his hand now… was his daughter’s.

The color was similar, the design was nearly identical—after all, he had bought a matching set for the family.

Liu Zhiyue had one too.

But his daughter's umbrella was noticeably smaller—perfect for covering Liu Xiazhi’s petite frame, but for someone of Liu Changqing’s size, it was barely enough.

Any trace of his earlier cool demeanor vanished instantly.

Shrugging his shoulders to avoid getting wet, he quickly shut the car door and dashed toward the building.

Only after stepping inside did he finally close the umbrella.

Shaking off the excess water, he headed straight for the elevator, making his way up to Chen Dafu’s floor.

The moment he stepped inside, he was greeted by the sight of a receptionist—a young woman with decent looks, slightly above average.

She had been looking a little bored, but as soon as she noticed Liu Changqing, her expression changed instantly.

She quickly got up, adjusted her appearance, and when she turned back around, her collar was slightly looser.

She gave him a playful look.

"Liu, you’re here~"

"Is he inside?"

"Yes."

After getting his answer, Liu Changqing ignored her completely and headed toward Chen Dafu’s office.

The receptionist watched him leave, a flicker of disappointment on her face.

Ever since she overheard Chen Dafu mentioning that Liu Changqing was divorced, she had entertained a bold idea.

She wanted to climb the social ladder.

She wanted to marry up.

As a devoted fan of high-society drama series, she had seen plenty of shows about rich families and their in-law drama. She knew that to get the attention of a wealthy man, she had to highlight her strengths.

But after several failed attempts, it was clear that Liu Changqing had no interest in her advances.

Hmm…

Maybe she should try playing the innocent, clumsy type next time?

Accidentally spill tea on him?

Liu Changqing had no clue what the receptionist was thinking.

When he pushed open the office door, he saw Chen Dafu sitting there, hands clasped in front of his mouth, staring intently at his computer screen.

Completely unaware of Liu Changqing’s presence.

Silently, Liu Changqing walked up behind him and peered at the screen.

His expression gradually twisted.

Reaching out, he patted Chen Dafu’s shoulder.

Startled, Chen Dafu turned around and, upon seeing Liu Changqing’s "friendly" expression, awkwardly smiled.

Hurriedly, he moved his mouse to close the video.

And took off his headphones.

His smile was stiff.

"You didn’t even call before coming…"

"It’s the middle of the day, and you’re watching that?"

"Can’t I have a little hobby? You just had to catch me…"

"You’re filthy rich—why do you still watch videos?"

"That’s where you don’t get it! Mental pleasure is far purer than physical satisfaction!"

Chen Dafu’s tone was completely serious.

Then he asked, "Want a copy? I can transfer it—Japanese, with subtitles."

"Get lost."

Liu Changqing refused with righteous indignation.

Then, he extended his hand.

"The prototype?"

"I figured you’d be off spending a romantic weekend with An Yuanyao, so I was planning to give it to you on Monday."

Even as he spoke, Chen Dafu reached into a drawer and pulled out a palm-sized device, handing it to Liu Changqing.

Liu Changqing took it and flipped it open.

It was a dual-screen, clamshell-style handheld console—completely different from the ones currently on the market.

It looked just like the NDS from his past world.

But functionally, it was different.

As he tested it, Liu Changqing asked, "Any issues?"

"No major problems, but…"

The moment they started talking about the device, Chen Dafu’s entire demeanor shifted.

His expression turned serious.

"The touch sensitivity isn’t great for finger use, but it works fine with a stylus. Also, the sound quality is better than most handheld consoles on the market."

"What about drawbacks?"

"The tech department’s biggest concern is price."

Chen Dafu didn’t hold back.

Price was the biggest issue.

Currently, handheld consoles—similar to the GBA from his past life—were priced at around 600 yuan.

That was already a tough sell for average households.

Most parents weren’t willing to drop that kind of money on a gaming device for their kids.

Unlike Nintendo, which could price their products high due to an established brand and loyal consumer base, Liu Changqing had no such advantage.

If the price was too steep, he wouldn’t be able to compete with Japan’s Nintend*om—instead, he’d go bankrupt.

That was why he initially suggested marketing the device as an educational tool.

If parents believed it had learning benefits, they’d be more willing to buy it.

But even so, pricing had to be carefully managed.

After thinking for a moment, Liu Changqing asked, "What’s the current pricing?"

"1,200 yuan."

"Lower it. As much as possible while keeping a profit."

"Then how do we make money?"

"Do you really think it’s time to focus on profits?"

Liu Changqing looked at Chen Dafu and said firmly,

"If we don’t take down Nintend*om’s distributor in this market, how are we going to make money? First, we build our reputation!"

Then, as if remembering something, he patted Chen Dafu’s shoulder.

"By the way, say hi to your old man for me… and see if he can send some more funding our way."