Oh, jesus! We're back! How long it's been, gawds!
I pushed the glass door open. The PCC office. It's been months since I've stepped in, I wonder how Gabriel is doing. He's been doing most of the work while I'm fooling around.
Holy shit, Steve! I mean- Boss! Where've you been?
Long story. How's business, Gabe?
We're still number 1, Boss!
Just send the data to my desktop. I'll go through it.
Alright, boss! Here's the key to your office!
Minutes later.
Goddamn, this is...this is the filter button, right? Factories, factories, hmmm..
Ah company filter. Now, let's see our holdings.
So this makes bed...blue bar is supply. Red bar is demand. Looks fine here... *taps key.*
Oh. Toy train, more demand than supply. Profit's good though... Next. *Yawn*
Ouch, looks like no demand for this...Jesus..this is getting boring...
This KKKola factory isn't even making a sale, what the fuck? *jams the intercom* GABE! Office!
Moments later...
Sup, boss?
I'm tired, Gabe. I'm here for only 15 minutes and I feel like leaving all this behind. What is this, why isn't the factory optimized? Why aren't we selling most of our stocks?
Well, it could be...that...our outlets are insufficient?
Good point. Damn. What's this? A pile of mails on my desk
Well, those are fan letters, boss. They miss you. Kinda. Here. Let me read one of them.
Wait, wait...don't.
"Dear Mr. Santos, I have a good friend who likes to run alot."
"His name is Sonic. He can run, really, really fast. But I'm worried if he'll hurt himself one day. Can you please make the car available soon?"
"Regards, Miles "Tails" Prower"
Boss, you okay?
....I think...I think I got something on my eyes.
I'll get you a napkin...one moment...
NO! IT'S FINE! *punches the table* OUT OF MY OFFICE! I'LL FIX THIS!
OK, boss!
So. They've called for me. Waiting. Counting on me. And what have I been doing? Goddamnit. It's time to fix this. It's almost two decades...it's time to bring this to an end!
Music:
DE-DE-DE-DECADE!
873 mil available for loan. 25 mil available funds.
Let's get to work.
Tehran. I control most of the retail operations, not all, but close to all existing Dept. Stores are PCC's. There's still plenty of lots in the urban sector available for dept. store placements. Time to fix that.
Damn, my layout library is gone!
It's alright, I can still copy existing ones...
There, one mall ready. Time to notify Gabe about this new mall to manage...
Days and a dozen malls later...
I don't give a fuck.
MOAR!
...Let them do what they want.
There, Tehran is ours.
So is Baghdad.
Pittsburgh!
Kuwait!
DO IT!
Cash flow's improving, I must be doing something right.
This might be overkill...but...
Madang!
And....Cairo!
What now bitches?!
940 million annual profit projection. Take that you bastards.