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Chapter 561 Smart Monkey (Third update, please subscribe)
The night in Nanyang is colorful, and the dazzling neon lights decorate the small streets in a gorgeous and psychedelic way.

When you are on the street, at a glance, you will see all kinds of neon signs, large and small, high and low, hanging in the air. For a moment, you will feel overwhelmed and dizzy. Calligraphy styles such as regular script, Wei stele style, official script, and running script are combined with various neon lights to light up the night sky on the streets.

The colorful light turns the urban night into a poetic and flowing feast of color.

But all this has nothing to do with Fukuyama. As a foreigner, the prosperity here has nothing to do with him.

Even in the eyes of many foreigners, this place is full of discrimination against foreigners.

As a foreigner, he cannot apply for low-rent apartments, and even cannot afford the rent of commercial apartments because of his low income.

As a result, I can only rent in a commercial building along the street - the rent here is relatively cheap, but it is noisy, and even thick curtains cannot block the neon light outside the window.

However, for Fukuyama, who was used to working at night, this had no impact. He walked through the streets that were rendered orange by neon lights and climbed the stairs to his home on the top floor. Fukuyama threw his shoulder bag on the table and placed it on the table. Before you sit down to sort through the data, make a big pot of coffee.

With a cup of coffee at his elbow and a burning camel, Fukuyama leaned back in his chair and opened his notepad. This notepad is a loose-leaf folder with a cardboard cover and a dark black plastic cover. There is a long series of clips in the middle. You can pull out or insert a few pages when necessary.

In the past year, whenever he had time, he would go to the library to collect various data.

Picking up another notepad from the drawer, Fukuyama quickly found the information he needed.

"Oh, the Australian iron ore is actually owned by Princess Margaret. They are so lucky! There is such a big iron ore under a piece of wasteland."

"But in just one year, the monthly output increased by one-third..."

"Based on this figure, the new population in Nanyang this year will definitely exceed 600 million. If we include the new population last year, almost one-third of the population in Nanyang are infants and young children. No wonder so many nurseries have been established... …”

Next to it, there are crude steel products recorded with a black pen - 695 million tons. The output is second only to the United States, the Soviet Union, Germany, Britain and France, ranking sixth in the world. Coal output was 5724 million tons.

"This speed of development is really scary!"

As an employee of Mitsui Corporation, Fukuyama worked in the naval intelligence department as an intelligence analyst during the war. Although he made many mistakes,... he is now quite competent in analyzing economic data.

Then, Fukuyama opened another page and said to himself.

Feeling sorry for Nanyang's luck, Fukuyama took another puff of cigarette. The numbers written in blue pen next to them were in sharp contrast to the numbers he copied in the newspaper today.

Turning the notepad to the first few pages, Fukuyama found a number written in red in the corner, which was the number of the new nursery.

It is various data related to Nanyang.

"516752 babies were born in January..."

Staring at these two numbers, Fukuyama couldn't help but muttered.

In January last year, Nanyang's automobile production was 3.34 units, including 1.24 three-wheel and five-wheel trucks, 1 heavy-duty trucks, and 1.1 passenger vehicles including cars.

Unfolding the notepad, the things recorded on the notepad seem a bit messy, and some words are crooked or unclear.

"95% of Nanyang's iron ore and 100% of its coking coal come from Australia... If Japan wants to develop its steel industry, it probably cannot do without Australia's iron ore, but,"

"Greek shipping king, 5-ton oil tanker... Their merchant ships have finally entered the international market... They are planning and designing a 5-ton ore ship. Xixi, this must be for transporting Australian iron ore and coal mines."

What does this data look like?

And what about January this year?

There are 1.24 three-wheel and five-wheel trucks, 1.5 heavy-duty trucks, and 1.8 passenger vehicles including cars.

After copying the number on another notepad, Fukuyama muttered.

Putting down the wet pen in his hand, Fukuyama leaned on his chair for a while, smoking a cigarette and staring blankly at the ceiling. Only by making statistics himself could he know how amazing Nanyang's development speed was.

"Last year, the new power generation capacity was 170 billion kilowatts, and the power generation capacity was 470 billion kilowatts..."

When mentioning this number, Fukuyama shook his head and sighed.

"For them, it's just a matter of building two million-kilowatt power plants. After all, they have the best giant generating units in the world."

The giant generator set in Fushan Pass is the patented technology of the 25-kilowatt large-scale generator set that Li Yi'an purchased from the United Kingdom during the war. It was basically domestically produced as early as two years ago. It is precisely because of this giant generator set that Nanyang's Only then will the power generation capacity develop by leaps and bounds.

Suddenly, as if he had made a new discovery, Fukuyama sat up suddenly. He looked at his notepad, then copied down two numbers and muttered.

"What's going on? How is this possible?"

Fukuyama stared at the two numbers and wondered.

"In just two years, it has more than doubled. This is impossible!"

It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening when he heard the door open. It was Nishikawa who had returned from get off work. Nishikawa, who smelled of alcohol, found that he had not slept yet.

"What are you doing so late?" Nishikawa asked.

"Looking at something." Fukuyama stared at the numbers on the notepad, immersed in thought.

"What are you thinking about?"

Nishikawa asked after pouring a glass of water.

"300 and 695."

"What do you mean?"

Fukuyama said with a cigarette in his mouth.

Turning around and looking at Nishikawa, Fukuyama said,
"Crude Steel Production."

"From Nanyang?"

"right,"

Nodding, Fukuyama said.

"What means?"

"Three million tons were produced in 300 years, and 695 million tons were produced last year. The production increased by nearly 400 million tons in two years. Isn't it strange?"

Fukuyama looked at Nishikawa and said in a rhetorical tone.

"We all know that it takes a lot of time to build a new steel plant, and the number of blast furnaces is also there. How do they achieve an increase in production capacity?"

After taking a puff of cigarette, Fukuyama looked at the numbers again and continued.

"We all know that Donghai Iron and Steel Company currently only has four blast furnaces, two from Italy and two that were dismantled from Japan. Although they are large blast furnaces with a million tons capacity, they are actually limited by iron ore, Due to coke and technical reasons, the actual output is only about 60 tons, or even lower. The theoretical output of the blast furnace is always just the theoretical output. "

"Theoretically, their steel production cannot exceed 400 million tons at most!"

Nishikawa, who had drank a lot with his client, lazily sat on a chair, took a sip of tea and said.

"Oh, Fukuyama, don't forget, they imported more than 300 million tons of scrap iron from the United States last year. Calculated in this way, the output of four million-ton blast furnaces under the guidance of German technicians must be very high. Adding in the imported scrap iron, it’s almost the same.”

After listening to Nishikawa's explanation, Fukuyama still shook his head and said.

"It's still wrong. Steel production is too high. There must be something wrong here!"

Fukuyama stood up and said.

"Can I use the car in the club for a day tomorrow?"

"What do you want to do?"

Nishikawa asked.

Fukuyama glanced out the window, took a long puff of cigarette, then put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and said.

"I'm going to the East China Sea to investigate. There must be something wrong here."

“Let’s wait until after the Spring Festival!”

Nishikawa said directly.

"The representative is currently accompanying the guests from Tokyo. Let's wait until they leave. If you go to find a car now, the representative will definitely not give it to you."

Fukuyama nodded and said.

"That's all. I just hope they can learn from the officials in Nanyang and learn their business capabilities. The officials in Nanyang are really excellent!"

Fukuyama's emotion made Nishikawa nod with deep approval.

"Yes, especially those officials from the Ministry of International Trade and Industry. They travel between companies every day to help them solve problems and help them develop overseas markets. They also formulate industrial policies and guide corporate investment in Nanyang. This kind of ability can It’s really extraordinary.”

"That's not true. Although Japan now has a Ministry of International Trade and Industry, compared with them, the bureaucrats in the middle-class Ministry are simply contempt of the world, like a bunch of rubbish. They don't know what a market is at all."

Fukuyama sighed helplessly and said.

"Actually, they don't have to do anything. They just need to learn from Nanyang. Just like monkeys, sometimes they don't need to do anything. They just need to follow the successful people and learn from them. Just follow their industrial policies every year. , after all, Nanyang was founded on trade, and their industrial policies are worth learning. Just like baby products, they had already calculated that Europe and the United States, especially the United States, were ushering in a baby boom a few years ago, so they They were prepared in advance, and then they were able to seize such a huge market at once. This kind of foresight is really amazing.”

Fukuyama's words of admiration made Nishikawa agree repeatedly.

"Isn't it? Smart monkeys just need to learn. We don't even need to do anything. It's a pity that until now those people who usually save the country don't realize that this is the real shortcut. They always say learn from the United States, learn from the United States …However, Japan can never become the United States. I can only say that Nanyang is really lucky to have those far-sighted officials.”

When they mentioned the Ministry of International Trade and Industry, both of them sounded envious. Of course, they were also full of regret in their hearts, because there are no far-sighted officials in Japan, and they don't even know what kind of people they should learn from... …

(End of this chapter)