Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 535 547 [Ambition]

Nakao Kimura has always been a very proud person. When he was a gangster in Tokyo, he had the ambition to be the boss. He refused to accept anyone and thought he was invincible. It was not until he met Akio Morita that he was accepted by Morita.

It can be said that Nakao Kimura has never been convinced except for Morita until he met Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao was his nightmare, the nightmare of his life!
This man destroyed Akio Morita's self-confidence with his treachery and means.Yes, it was in that business war that Nakao Kimura tasted defeat for the first time, and also knew how shameless a person can be.

Right in front of him, that person appeared again, and at a very inappropriate time, just when Nakao Kimura was frustrated again——Song Zhichao's appearance was like a needle, piercing Nakao Kimura's only self-esteem.

It is him again!
How can it be?

Just as Nakao Kimura was extremely surprised, Song Zhichao, who was wearing a windbreaker, had already stepped across the deck with a cigarette in his hand, and came in front of him.

I saw clearly, it was indeed Song Zhichao.

"Why are you?" Nakao Kimura asked.

"Why can't it be me?" Song Zhichao asked.

"You designed all of this?" Kimura looked around.

Song Zhichao also looked around, "This is called throwing yourself into a trap, isn't it?"

Nakao Kimura smiled bitterly, "You knew our plan earlier?"

"Well, how should I put it, I just found out about it not long ago." Song Zhichao looked very sincere, and took a puff of cigarette at Kimura.

Kimura felt that the smell of smoke was a bit pungent, and waved his hand, "What do you want?"

Song Zhichao smiled, "How is it? Is it too far-fetched to ask this way? You put up such a dragon formation, and I just broke the formation—well, have you heard the Chinese allusion that Mu Guiying broke the sky formation?" ? Although I am not Mu Guiying, I am lucky to be Yang Liulang!"

Nakao Kimura also knew some Chinese classical novels, and he also knew who "Mu Guiying" and "Yang Liulang" were. He said with a wry smile, "It looks like I really lost."

Song Zhichao held a cigarette between his fingers, and scratched his eyebrows with his little finger, "Well, how should I put it, you didn't lose, but you had to face the situation in front of you—after all, the goods worth billions of dollars, Smuggling it out as a general commodity is considered a very immoral thing in the smuggling world."

"Billions of dollars?" Next to him, Nakao Kimura hadn't responded yet, Guessai had already widened his eyes and looked at Kimura in disbelief.

On the opposite side, Superintendent Pachat snorted coldly, "Now you know? You took a hundred thousand dollars from someone, and you thought it was a big deal, but you didn't know that this batch of goods was worth billions of dollars—say your head is a coconut, a little Not too much!"

Poor guess: "...?"

Speechless.

Seeing the situation so far, Nakao Kimura shrugged his shoulders. He was a bachelor, and sneered at Song Zhichao, "What do you want?"

Song Zhichao laughed, and suddenly said, "Stretch out your hand."

Nakao Kimura was at the person's feet and could only stretch out his hand.

Song Zhichao contemptuously crushed the cigarette in Kimura's palm in front of Kimura.

The cigarette burns my palms, it hurts!
Kimura endured it.

Even though the pain was terrible, he endured it.

Song Zhichao didn't throw the cigarette butts into Kimura's hands until he crushed all the cigarette butts, saying, "Trash should be thrown into the trash can!"

Nakao Kimura: "What do you mean?"

Song Zhichao said contemptuously, "Do you still think you have the qualifications to negotiate with me?"

Kimura: "...?"

Song Zhichao pouted to his side, "Give him the phone!"

Someone stepped forward and handed Nakao Kimura a mobile phone.

Nakao Kimura felt pain in his palm, glanced at the phone, and answered it - he knew who he had to call at this moment.

On the sea, there are waves.

……

Los Angeles, USA--
Akio Morita has never liked the United States very much. There are no cherry blossoms, no sake, no graceful Japanese beauties, and no refreshing steamed rice, but he likes the American currency - the dollar. For the dollar, he is willing to stay in Los Angeles for an extra week .

Americans are also very realistic. Many of them look down on the Japanese, but for super rich people like Akio Morita, many Americans still put down their dignity and flatter and make friends.

Akio Morita enjoyed the feeling of being a big boss in front of Americans, so after receiving many banquet invitations, he did not put on airs, but participated in it kindly, chatting with those Americans.

At this time, Akio Morita was attending a celebrity party at the Hilton Hotel in Los Angeles, USA. The protagonist of this party was a guy named "Bill". Well, to be precise, this guy's full name was "Bill Clinton"—— It's a freckled Democratic candidate for the presidency of the United States this year.

Many people are not optimistic about this sharp-edged young politician, thinking that although he came from a prestigious school, he is still weaker than his opponent Bush Sr. At least in terms of experience and qualifications, he is not at the same level.

This time, some of the supporters behind the Democratic Party, to be precise, the funders, arranged such a grand gathering to raise funds for Clinton’s election—as we all know, the US presidential election has always been the most expensive one This kind of activity, even if these funders have gold and silver mountains, they cannot withstand the reckless squandering of these candidates.

As a new target targeted by these funders and candidate Bill——Akio Morita received great courtesy at the banquet, and among them, Mr. Bill called Morita the "Toyotomi Hideyoshi" of the contemporary electrical world—— —The enthusiastic praise, the meticulous praise, and Bill’s almost obsequious wooing made Morita feel the power of being a Japanese and the power of having huge wealth—just imagine, the future president of the United States is crawling under your feet , What kind of awe-inspiring feeling is that?
Of course, the premise is that Bill can be the president of the United States.

In fact, the culture of "political donations" in the United States has a long history. To be precise, since the birth of the first US President Washington, political donations have been everywhere—even the most noble and most democratic president Theodore Roosevelt , promulgated the greatest "antitrust law" during his tenure --- the antitrust law, but behind him is actually the support of big chaebols, the most famous of which is the Rockefeller family.

Therefore, it can be accurately said that the President of the United States is actually the puppet of many financial oligarchs and arms dealers in the United States.

As a Japanese, there was no need for Morita Akio to care about these things, but who made him super rich, but at this time--he was in the United States when the US election was approaching. The most important thing is that the US law Many American businessmen have certain restrictions on their political donations, which cannot exceed a certain amount, but there are no special restrictions on these overseas super tycoons—if you have money, you can support this political upstart presidential candidate whatever you want.

Why no limit?

Because you are not an American, you cannot get the most benefits in the United States, and therefore, there is a loophole-foreigners' political contributions can exceed the maximum limit.

Although not pursued by these Americans with ulterior motives, as a businessman, as a successful businessman, Akio Morita's calculations have never been messed up.

How much to invest and how much to return, he calculated clearly.

Not an American, even if he really helps this guy named Bill to sit on the US Presidential throne-what will he get then?Let Sony cut taxes?Or let the Americans look for the Sony brand and be unwavering?
Morita needed Bill to make a promise, a promise of equal value to his contribution.

It's like a tug-of-war to see who can't bear it first and break the last barrier.

Facing Bill Clinton who was already a little anxious, Akio Morita felt that he was about to win over the other party. Well, it only takes a little time, and he can make an offer at that time, but at this moment——
Beep!
His phone rang—!

(End of this chapter)