62: Chapter 62 Making Games

After arriving at the Vehicle Management Office, Chen Fan parked the car at the entrance of the inspection area.

Zhao Yutong pushed the car door open and stepped out, her expression having returned to a professional calm, as if the little interlude in the car just now had never happened.

"Mr. Chen, please wait here for a moment while I go get the forms."

After saying this, she walked toward the service hall in her high heels.

Chen Fan leaned against the car door, watching the cars and people coming and going.

After a while, Zhao Yutong walked back with a stack of forms and handed him one: "This is the motor vehicle registration form. Please fill it out first. I'm going to line up for the inspection."

Chen Fan took the form and started filling it out stroke by stroke, leaning over the hood of the car.

Zhao Yutong stood by, holding his documents in line.

There were still three or four cars ahead of them, all there to get their license plates.

The sun was a bit bright, so she raised her hand to shade her eyes, the hem of her uniform skirt fluttering slightly in the breeze.

Chen Fan finished filling out the form and walked over to hand it to her.

She took it, nodded, and didn't say much else.

It didn't take long before it was their car's turn.

Zhao Yutong handed the documents to the inspector and then stood to the side to watch.

The inspector walked around the car, took photos, made an imprint of the chassis number, opened the hood to take a look, and finally stamped the form.

"Alright, go to the hall for the next step."

The inspector returned the documents to her.

Zhao Yutong took the documents and looked back at Chen Fan: "Mr. Chen, let's go choose the license plate number."

The two walked into the service hall, where the air conditioning was on, making it much cooler.

Zhao Yutong took the documents to queue at the window, while Chen Fan found a seat to wait for her.

The line at the window wasn't long, and it was soon her turn.

She handed the documents in, and the staff member typed a few things on the computer before handing out a number selection slip.

Zhao Yutong walked up to the number selection machine with the slip and looked back at Chen Fan: "Mr. Chen, would you like to choose from ten options or pick your own number?"

"Let's go with the ten options, it's less hassle."

Zhao Yutong nodded and tapped the machine.

The screen flashed, and ten numbers popped up.

Chen Fan glanced at them and casually pointed to one: "Let's go with this one."

Chen Fan didn't have any special requirements for the license plate number; anything would do.

Half an hour later, the license plate was in hand, and the Vehicle Management Office staff installed it for them.

Once the license plate was sorted, Chen Fan drove away.

As for Zhao Yutong, she took a taxi back to the 4S dealership.

Half an hour later, Chen Fan was already driving on the Chang'an Ring Expressway.

Actually, new drivers aren't allowed on the expressway within the first year, but Chen Fan was an experienced driver after all, so he didn't care; besides, if he got caught, it was only a 200 yuan fine.

Once on the expressway, Chen Fan finally experienced the powerful performance of this car.

It was much better than the 1.5T clunker from his previous life.

From the Ring Expressway to the Jingkun Expressway, driving at 130 km/h, Chen Fan reached the county town in about an hour.

After arriving at the entrance of the residential complex, Chen Fan initially thought he would be stopped.

After all, unfamiliar vehicles still need to be registered when entering the complex.

As it turned out, when the security guard at the gate saw Chen Fan's car, he let him in without a word.

He parked the car downstairs and went upstairs.

Just as he returned home, Chen Jianjun couldn't wait to ask: "Did you pick up the car?"

"It's back, parked downstairs."

Chen Fan nodded.

Chen Jianjun and Wang Mei knew that Chen Fan had gone to pick up the car, and they also knew it was a Porsche worth over a million.

After such a long time, the two had already accepted their son's extravagant spending.

Even though Chen Fan had bought a Porsche worth over a million, Wang Mei only nagged a bit and didn't stop him.

"I'll go take a look."

Chen Jianjun said excitedly.

Men have an indescribable love for luxury cars, and Chen Jianjun was no exception.

"I'll go with you, Dad."

"I'll go take a look too."

Wang Mei was also very interested.

The family of three went downstairs.

At a glance, they saw the porsche cayenne Chen Fan had parked downstairs.

Chen Jianjun walked up, touched the pitch-black car body, and couldn't help but praise: "As expected of a Porsche, the feel is just different; it's much better than my car."

"Do you want to take Mom for a spin?"

As he spoke, Chen Fan handed the keys to Chen Jianjun.

"Forget it, this is a luxury car, I don't want to break it for you~"

"It's fine, Dad, just drive it; it's no problem if you break it."

"Alright, then I'll give it a try."

Chen Jianjun took the keys, then opened the driver's side door and sat inside.

"Mom, you get in and try it too."

"Alright~"

After Wang Mei sat in the passenger seat, Chen Jianjun started the vehicle.

After the car started, he slowly pressed the accelerator, and the car gradually drove forward, soon disappearing not far away.

Ten minutes later, the car returned to the original spot.

The driver's door opened, and Chen Jianjun got out with an excited look on his face.

"Son, this car really is a luxury car, it's just different; it's much better than my car."

"If you like it, I can buy you one too?"

"Don't, I'll just stick to my Volkswagen. While your car is good, I'm not used to driving it."

Chen Fan knew this was Chen Jianjun's excuse; a Porsche was definitely more comfortable than a Volkswagen. He knew his dad didn't want to spend the money.

...

Eight o'clock in the evening, in the bright bedroom, Chen Fan was working out, sweating profusely.

"Ninety-eight."

"Ninety-nine."

"One hundred."

After finishing 100 sit-ups, Chen Fan took off his soaked clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After the shower, Chen Fan looked at himself in the mirror.

At 1.85 meters tall, with a handsome face, his once ordinary physique now had the shape of pectoral and abdominal muscles. Even when his arms weren't pumped, they looked solid, with lines running smoothly and naturally from his shoulders to his wrists.

Returning to the room, Chen Fan lay on the bed with his eyes closed.

He appeared to be sleeping, but in his mind, he was thinking about what to do next.

It was July 16th, and there was a month and a half left until school started.

With so much time, Chen Fan naturally didn't want to stay in this small county town.

He had over 19 million now, and leaving it in the bank account was a bit of a waste; he had to find a way to make money grow.

He wouldn't touch stocks for now; Chen Fan knew his own level. Without the wealth store, let alone making a profit, he'd be lucky not to lose everything.

So, all he could do now was start a business.

He had already determined the direction for his startup: making games.

Compared to other industries, the threshold for games was relatively lower.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about doing some popular projects, like the currently trending group-buying websites.

In 2010, domestic group-buying websites were popping up like mushrooms after rain.

Chen Fan remembered clearly that in this year alone, hundreds of group-buying websites were established, which the media called the "Thousand Regiments War."

Lashou, 55tuan, Nuomi, Meituan... their names were louder than the last, and their financing was bigger than the last.

But he understood that he wasn't cut out for that, at least not for the time being.

You have to know, as of now, there were already hundreds of group-buying websites on the market.

Hundreds of them, and the only one that ultimately survived was Meituan.

Wang Xing was able to make it work because he had experienced the ups and downs of Xiaonei and Fanfou, had a technical team in his hands, a group of brothers who had been working with him for years, and capital supporting him from behind.

Chen Fan had none of these things.

Moreover, something like group-buying required capital investment.

In the early stages, you had to burn money on ground promotion, advertising, grabbing merchants, and grabbing users, spreading city by city, talking to merchants one by one.

Lashou raised 160 million USD, 55tuan raised 200 million USD, and Meituan also relied on several rounds of financing to survive until the end.

The 20 million in Chen Fan's hands, if thrown into this pool, wouldn't even cause a splash.

Honestly, if he had the ground promotion team under Jack Ma, known as the "China Supplier Iron Army," he might have been able to give it a try.

But unfortunately, he didn't.

So, he'd better just honestly make games.

Games didn't require an overwhelming ground promotion team, didn't need to talk to merchants one by one for cooperation, and didn't need to burn money to fight price wars with competitors.

As long as the product was good enough, users would find it themselves.

According to Chen Fan's estimation, creating a game company these days didn't cost much; 800,000 to 1 million was about enough.

There were even people who dared to start a company with 300,000 or 400,000.

Therefore, Chen Fan had the cost for trial and error; even if he didn't succeed, he would only lose about 1 million, which was nothing to Chen Fan.

Moreover, the chance of failure was very small; with ready-made answers to copy, if he still failed, then it really was fate.

Since he was going to start a business, he had to consider the location.

His first choice was definitely Chang'an.

First, he would be studying in Chang'an in the future, so putting the company in Chang'an meant he wouldn't delay his classes or monitoring the project; he wouldn't have to run back and forth like those who started businesses in other places.

Second, Chang'an's talent resources were rich enough—two 985 universities, seven 211 universities; there were hundreds of thousands of college students alone.

Those studying computer science, art, planning—he could recruit whoever he needed, and the cost was much lower than in Beijing, Shanghai, or Guangzhou.

Overall, Chang'an was the most suitable place.

As for now, sleep.