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After listening to Fukuyama's speech, these three people felt unsatisfied. After returning to the hotel, they continued to discuss. The more they discussed, the more they felt a sense of momentum in their hearts, and they wanted to express their thoughts immediately.

"No, I want to write down my thoughts immediately and take them back to that place, so that they can understand what truth is!" One of the three, who is also the editor-in-chief of "Southern Saturday", couldn't help but feel the surging thoughts in my heart, so I was ready to pick up my pen and write.

As a result, the other person also felt the same way and started writing together. Ishihei Taro was also excited, but he was not qualified to post the article to the magazine "Southern Saturday", but he could watch his two friends write, and then publish his thoughts, check for shortcomings and fill in the gaps.

These three people showed unimaginable enthusiasm. They spent one night without sleeping all night and wrote two manuscripts.

These three people read all the articles aloud and felt that it was a god-given article. I guess if they were passed down to the country, they would definitely cause a shock to public opinion.

Moreover, after China collapses, these articles cannot handle the future articles such as "Evolution of Heaven" and "Looking Back" that can be passed down through the ages.

Several people were very excited.

"It's a pity that we have to wait another week before we can return to China, so that these two articles cannot be published in our magazine as soon as possible!" said the deputy editor-in-chief with emotion.

"Yes!" The editor-in-chief also sighed. He wanted to publish his article as soon as possible.

"Actually, this may not be necessary. Do you two know the email address?" Ishiheitaro smiled and said with a smile.

"Email? It's the thing that can send articles through the Internet!" These two journalists who have seen the world have known the email address. At this time, 99% of the citizens in China have never heard of it.

"Yes, I just don't know if your editorial department has China Unicom. If not, you can also send a fax, just a little more troublesome!" said Taro Ishihei.

"Your Internet, I remember that Lao Zhou also has his own email address, and we can really send emails!" the editor-in-chief said with a smile.

"But, isn't our editorial department's network particularly unreliable? Lao Zhou's emails often fail to download and cannot receive them. And now we are still crossing the ocean, and I'm afraid we can't deliver them!" said the deputy editor with some concern.

"Don't worry about this. You don't know that the whole of Tokyo had fully installed broadband last month. This thing is very fast. Even pictures can be opened in a few seconds, and even video chats. It is simply the pinnacle of technology!"

"I remember that this five-star hotel should have installed broadband at the first time. I have a laptop here, so why don't you just send it here directly!" Shi Hei Taro took out his laptop and tried it. As expected, the article was sent very smoothly. At the end, Lao Zhou replied to them, saying that these were two great articles and they would definitely be published as soon as possible.

But they wrote it too explicitly, and the editor-in-chief hopes that they will revise it, otherwise even "Southern Saturday" will be a bit troublesome to publish.

The two of them sighed, and then started to revise the articles and so I won’t go into details.

However, this article takes time to go back and forth. While waiting, several people felt a little bored. Ishihei Taro saw that everyone seemed a little drowsy, smiled, and then opened an indescribable website for them.

This seems to be a picture website. When the pictures on the website are opened one by one and appear on the computer screen, the breathing of these people becomes rapid. Finally, they say it is better to be the country of the Lord of the Underworld. Such websites can be viewed casually, which is great.

"This broadband network is indeed different from the phone line we only use, and the speed is too fast!" In the end, the deputy editor couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, I think this must be a high-tech technology that only Fusang has. It represents the peak of the entire Fusang technology industry. Could it be that Fusang can stand at the peak of all ethnic groups in Asia for more than 100 years, even if it is defeated later, it can develop again in just over 50 years!"

"The superiority of the Yamato nation is far beyond our Chinese nation. Even if we are given another 20 years, we may not be able to have such broadband technology. Alas, it would be great if I was reincarnated as a Fusang person in this life, so don't endure the pain of being a backward nation!"

"Yes!" Although the deputy editor-in-chief nodded in agreement, the expression of Ishi Heitaro, who was smiling just now, suddenly dimmed and even seemed very awkward.

The other two are both media and are journalists, so they are very sensitive to changes in human expressions. They immediately noticed something that seems to be wrong with Taro Ishihei.

"Mr. Shi Pingjun, what happened? Is there anything wrong with this broadband?" The editor-in-chief Kedao was curious.

"There is nothing wrong. This broadband was built by Natsume Network!" Ishiheitao licked his lips.

"Oh, Natsume Network, I know this company!" The deputy editor-in-chief hammered his hand and said, "I remember this is a high-tech enterprise that Fusang has only risen in the past two or three years. They are committed to the Internet and have very strong technological strength. Some Fusang people even say that they are the pioneers of Fusang technology in the future and can become the leader of Fusang and even the world's communications industry!"

"Yes! Is it so awesome?!" The editor-in-chief sighed repeatedly after hearing this, "Oh, it's worthy of being Fusang. A young company is so dynamic, but the Chinese companies are not good at it. They are all state-owned enterprises that are about to be corrupt, old and smelly, and have no other use except for creating laid-off employees."

"Enterprises like this should be sold all of them and handed over to private companies to operate. This is what the underworld society and country should do!"

"Oh, talk about private enterprises!" Ishihei Taro's expression suddenly twitched slightly, and then curiously said, "I wonder what you two think of Daqian Group?"

"Daqian Group?" When the editor-in-chief and deputy editor-in-chief heard the name, they were stunned at first, and then angry. The editor-in-chief even cursed, "This is a bastard enterprise, a cancer of China, and the worst enterprise in China!"

"Isn't Daqian a private company?" Ishihei Taro smiled and said with a slight smile.

"This..." The two editors' expressions froze. After all, they had just praised private enterprises and thought that it was better to sell all state-owned enterprises to private individuals. At this time, it seemed that something was wrong to criticize Daqian.

But in the end, the deputy editor-in-chief's head was very fast. He said, "Actually, Daqian is not a private enterprise at all. It is offered to foreigners. It proves that China has the guise of private enterprises. Jia Yapeng is actually nothing, just a pair of gloves!"