Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 539 551 [Value Geometry]

In this way, Nakao Kimura watched a good show of "dividing the spoils" by the Thai police until these people took all the money and went out happily.

Then Nakao Kimura asked Song Zhichao: "Why do you want me to see these?"

Song Zhichao smiled, clapped his hands, and said, "Next is the gift I want to give you!"

Kimura: "..."

Then I saw Jin Jiu say hello, slap, slap, a group of people came in, and instantly put down money bags one by one in front of Kimura.

One, two, three, four—
At the beginning, Kimura was not much, with a proud and unyielding expression.

But when there were almost twenty money bags, his expression changed slightly. When there were thirty money bags, his brows frowned, and when the money bags reached forty, his heart beat faster until they piled up like a mountain... Looking around Go, fifty of them!
A bag of one hundred thousand dollars,
Fifty bags is... 500 million!

Nakao Kimura's eyes became hot.

Faced with such a large pile of 500 million US dollars, which can be called a "golden mountain", Nakao Kimura tried his best to keep his expression calm, and then asked Song Zhichao: "What do you mean?"

Song Zhichao pouted towards those money bags: "My meaning is very simple, your gift!"

"Hahaha!" Nakao Kimura laughed, and pointed at the money, "You want to buy me?"

"Why, no?" Song Zhichao asked back.

Kimura: "..."

"In my eyes, everyone has his own value. If you think the money is not enough to buy you, then I will take it back." With a snap, Song Zhichao snapped his fingers, and Jin Jiu and others began to move the gold mountains.

Kimura: "..." I watched those people move away 500 million US dollars.

This Song Zhichao is too unreasonable to play his cards.

"Wait!" Kimura gritted his teeth and said, "I don't understand why you bought me!"

"It's very simple. You have failed miserably now, and you will definitely be scolded by Akio Morita when you go back—well, to be precise, if you did it before, you would probably be asked to cut seppuku."

"As a Chinese, I respect your seppuku culture. To be precise, I hope that one less Japanese will die, but I don't want to see you die like this."

"Why, are you pitying your enemy?" Kimura sneered.

"It's not pitiful, I just think you are still useful." Song Zhichao said, "To be precise, I am very interested in your Sony's advanced technology, which can imitate so many VCDs in such a short period of time, and the quality is better than that of our Vanke. It's even better, amazing! Sony is really amazing!"

Song Zhichao's words were not nonsense, but sincerely praised Sony.

In fact it is.

From the late 80s to the early 90s, it was the time when Sony dominated the world.Whether it is technological talent or creativity, it is second to none in the entire electronic world.

Even Akio Morita's biggest opponent, Panasonic's "God of Management" Inosuke, had to give a thumbs up and praise: "Sony, you are awesome!"

Not to mention anything else, Sony's original mini "Walkman" alone has influenced and even changed the entire world, making the world's electronics a big step forward in music equipment.

Therefore, it can be said that Sony's success, in addition to the cultivation of talents and investment in technological innovation, depends to the greatest extent on the development route of the helmsman Akio Morita --- that is: technology is soft power!
Nakao Kimura smiled contemptuously, and said to Song Zhichao: "Even if you still know who you are, we, Sony, are not something you can insult!"

Song Zhichao picked up the wine glass, twirled it with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "When have I ever insulted you?"

"Sony has a lot of talents. I lost to me this time because I just lost to luck-I never dared to underestimate Sony. On the contrary, the reason why I am willing to spend so much money to buy you now is also because I value Sony too much. Sony's technology in electronics!"

"Although your VCD looks amazing, it is very easy to imitate after you take it apart and study it carefully." Nakao Kimura said, "Especially for us at Sony, it is as easy as pie - but, let me tell you, even We Mr. Morita have praised you, after all, you can create a new product like VCD, lead the trend of an era, and even change the video era, you Wanda is very sharp, at least, you Chinese have influenced the world for the first time.”

Song Zhichao laughed, drank the wine glass he was playing with, put it on the table with a slap, and looked at Kimura: "Are we flattering each other like this? But there is one thing I want to tell you, with the first One time, there will be a second time... In the future, our China will affect the world more, and it will even surprise you..."

Nakao Kimura would never understand what Song Zhichao said. After all, this era belongs to Japan’s technological era. Only the United States, France and other superpowers in science and technology can rival Japan. What is China?It is estimated that even the little tail finger is not counted.

What Song Zhichao said in his words was Douyin, WeChat, Alibaba, Huawei and other technological soft powers—but this dream is still too far away, and 30 to [-] years is too long. If possible, Song Zhichao is willing to make it Shorten—and the best way to shorten the technological gap is—to plagiarize!

Although "plagiarism" is a derogatory term, in the field of science and technology, good plagiarism can make an era tremble, so Song Zhichao does not refuse to plagiarize. Interested in technology.

Nakao Kimura thought that Song Zhichao was consoling himself, and shrugged: "Whatever you want to say, but if you want to make calculations about Sony's technology, then you are wrong--I will not betray Sony!"

"Really?" Song Zhichao's mouth curled up, "You are a loyal minister, but most of the loyal ministers in our Chinese romance novels died miserably!"

"Yue Fei is dead, Wen Tianxiang is dead, and Yu Qian is dead—what about you in Japan, do you have any loyal ministers? Oh, by the way, Sanada Yukimura who died in battle with his son during the Warring States period counts as one, Goto Keiji counts as one Shikasuke Yamanaka is also one of them—but their results seem to be dead, dear Kimura, would you rather take 1000 million dollars and enjoy your happy life in the future, or would you like to be a loyal minister and die in Thailand !"

Nakao Kimura was startled: "Why, you want to kill me?"

Song Zhichao laughed, "It's wrong, I never kill, I don't even kill a fish or a chicken - in business, you pay attention to harmony and wealth, but you see a lot of things that you shouldn't see, I think , even if I don't do it, some people can't help but do it, here is the sea, it is easy to cause some drowning accidents, don't you think so?"

Nakao Kimura understood that those in Patchat would not let him go—because he had seen too much and knew too much.

As long as Song Zhichao turned around and left, he, Mucun, would probably be thrown into the water to feed bastards.

"When a person is thrown into the water, there will be a plop at most, and then life will be over—but what about your family, your wife and children, and your career?" Song Zhichao said lightly.

Kimura's expression changed again and again.

"You want to be a loyal minister, but what about your boss—you are dead, does he think you are loyal or traitor? I think he will think you are committing suicide in fear of crime!"

Kimura looked embarrassed.

"For me, I will only talk about prices openly and honestly with useful people. I don't even bother to talk to people who are useless!"

Kimura looked hesitant.

Song Zhichao smiled, and finally picked up the chopsticks on the dining table, and picked up a fishbone that fell on the plate, "Just like this fishbone, if you throw it into the trash can, it will be garbage, and if it becomes a needle, it will be useful !how about you--"

Song Zhichao looked at Nakao Kimura with a smile, "Do you want to become trash or a needle?"

Nakao Kimura: "..."

Gritting his teeth, it was difficult to make a choice.

Song Zhichao lightly held the chopsticks, motioned for Kimura to open his hand, put the fishbone in his palm, and said, "Now, this thorn is in your hand, whether it is garbage or a needle, you decide!" After finishing speaking , no more words, turned and left.

(End of this chapter)