The Kyoto Bubble Era: Starting from the Sale of Hundreds of Millions of Properties

Chapter 383 Towards Decline
What happened to our country?
Since the gradual collapse of the bubble economy at the end of 1989, this question has lingered in the hearts of the Japanese people and has been lingering for a long time.

It seems that the prosperity and prosperity four or five years ago were just a wonderful dream, but now is the real cruel reality.

In the streets and alleys, the bustling scene of the past is no longer, replaced by depression and shrinkage. The entertainment venues everywhere in the bubble era have closed down in large areas, and the busy streets with people coming and going are now as cold as winter.

Kitahara Sosuke walked on the streets of Kyoto, which was completely different from the strong and simple atmosphere when he first came. Now Kyoto is dead and quiet, and no one can be seen early in the morning.

Those factories that were forced to move to the suburbs due to affecting the appearance of the city went bankrupt one after another. Occasionally, some unknown gossip magazines and newspapers can be seen that a factory director hanged himself again, and there are examples of the whole family burning charcoal and sleeping forever.

Even the largest and most stable clubs, during this period, began to lay off employees and cut benefits. The presidents were exhausted, doing their own business for the business, or simply going to the bank to raise loans, trying to make a comeback.

However, as soon as they entered the bank, they discovered that the entire financial industry was also falling apart.

Under the nest, how can there be any eggs?
Kitahara Sosuke traveled back from the last period of the bubble boom, and watched with his own eyes the country's transformation from feasting, singing and dancing, to loneliness, depressing and unbearable.

On the side of the street, a huge electronic billboard marked the majestic Beiyuanwolf trademark, and on the sign was Akira Asahara kneeling on a chair like an old monk, holding a sack in one hand, and fiddling with a table full of Japanese yen with the other. .

This leader of a cult known all over Japan is now running for the prime minister in full swing. His strategy is very simple - to show how rich he is and capable of solving the financial crisis for the people.

This kind of action without thinking at all makes people laugh and cry. Of course, the people will not really let a cult leader, an idiot, take over.

Akira Asahara's campaign is more of a mockery of the status quo that the current Prime Minister Hata Tsutomu does nothing and promises nothing but can't do anything.

Knowing this very well, Hata Tsutomu and the core members of the Socialist Party were disgusted, and at the same time could only be incompetent and furious.

It's just that the 3 trillion yen transaction between them and the Japanese Rinpoche and the Japan Trust Bank made them so busy that they didn't have any spare energy to deal with Kitahara Sosuke's heavy punch.

Beiyuan Media, a subsidiary of Beiyuan Entertainment, now controls the power of public opinion in Japan. It has risen quietly and gradually invaded the industry with its huge capital operation. Let them redouble their dissatisfaction with the Haneda cabinet.

Finally today, a matter that many people want to mention but are afraid to mention has been officially voiced by Congress.

Is it time for the Haneda cabinet to step down?

They need a more powerful and problem-solving prime minister, not a prime minister who is deeply involved in the problem of association with cults, overwhelmed with self-care, and talking on paper.

This is a critical moment of life and death!
Hata Tsutomu and his Socialist Party, as well as the Sanhe Consortium backing them, began to bear enormous pressure.

The world will never be short of people who make trouble.

Realizing that the Haneda cabinet will encounter an unprecedented crisis, Takashi Shirakawa, president of Tosan, escapes quietly, while the Fuji consortium, which has been silent for a long time, silently intervenes in the battle.

At this time, Kyoto, shrouded in the shelter of the Beiyuan clan, is still doing well. Compared with other metropolises that are about to suffer from hardship, there is at least a trace of stability here.

But Kitahara Sosuke doesn't know how long this atmosphere can last.

He came to a coffee shop on the corner of the street, which was also the service industry of Beiyuan. It was nine o'clock in the morning. Originally, this kind of coffee shop was full of seats in the prosperous age. Men and women were socializing, dating, or discussing business. It was very lively.

At this moment, there are only a few customers in the huge coffee shop, most of them are employees of Beiyuan Shenlang Credit Bank who are in suits and leather shoes, holding a phone in their hands and constantly shouting.

With the sharp decline in the economic situation, their lives are not so easy. This is also the Beiyuan Department of Clubs, and these Beiyuan Shenlang employees will choose to come here to take a rest and do business, which can save an extra sum of money. expenses——

Beiyuan Sosuke linked up all the Beiyuan-affiliated clubs, and issued the same benefits covering all members of the Beiyuan-affiliated clubs. As long as they are full-time employees of any club under Beiyuan Investment, they can enjoy various discounts from other Beiyuan-affiliated clubs.

This can be regarded as an internal discount. Compared with the penguin company that is not worthy of the name in the later generations, Kitahara Sosuke is not stingy with his employees. Of course, the premise is that they can show their value, contribute to the club, and make progress together, rather than just a vegetarian meal. The amount of salary is not doing personnel.

"President, President!" The young and beautiful waitress seemed to recognize his identity, and shouted in a low voice, a little nervous and a little excited.

Kitahara Sosuke nodded with a smile: "The reserved private room, A001."

"Okay, okay, I'll take you there right away!" The waitress gently covered her mouth to keep her voice from being surprised, and tried not to let others see her strangeness.

She knew that Kitahara Sosuke definitely didn't want to attract attention here.

This is true.

According to Kitahara Sosuke's experience and experience, when his club grows bigger and bigger, sooner or later it will become like those people whose name represents a company, or even a symbol.

Low-key.

Low-key is king.

It is much more useful to separate yourself from the club and cover the club with the family or the board of directors than to mold yourself into a spiritual idol for everyone in the club.

As long as the real power is always in your own hands, what does it matter if the people below know you?

He looked at the waitress with a smile, walked to the private room with her, and asked casually, "What's your name?"

"Eh? I, my name is Yoko Takizawa." The waitress replied in a low voice.

"Okay, Takizawa-san, prepare a resume tomorrow, report directly to the personnel department of Beiyuan Service Headquarters, and tell them that you are recommended by Kitahara Sosuke." Kitahara Sosuke appreciates these young people with small cleverness People, she is a bit inferior to being a waiter here, "Of course, even if I personally recommend it, it doesn't mean that you can reach the sky in one step. At that time, you will face a special interview. It depends on you how far you can go. It's up to you, come on."

"Hai Yi! Thank you, President!" Takizawa Yoko was extremely excited, suppressed the excitement, nodded and bowed, and then respectfully sent him into the private room.

In the private room, there was a middle-aged man with piercing eyes waiting for a long time.

(End of this chapter)