In Tokyo, even the most fierce dragon is afraid of the hatchet

It not only reflects the strength of Japan's economy as the world's number one, but also shows its determination to move forward.

He is indeed a talent that the president values!

Only with such excellent qualities can one take on the important task of buying the United States.

Looking at Nagano Nao's energetic eyes, Yuan Guangrong compared him with Guan Zhixi's gang in his mind.

He is handsome and seems very brave and ambitious.

In comparison, those guys only know how to fight for power. Perhaps only young people like Nagano can realize their wish to defeat the United States, their old enemy!

"Thank you for your hard work, Nagano-kun! You must be very tired after working so late!"

"Thank you for your understanding. I was a little tired at first, but seeing you still working despite your busy schedule, I immediately became motivated."

"I see. You must take good care of yourself!"

"Thank you for your concern, sir."

"Is there something you want to see me so late?"

"Yes, this is the next project plan, please take a look at it, sir."

Looking at the plan handed over by Nagano Nao with both hands, Yuan Guangrong stood up and took it. He was casual at first, but became excited as he looked at it.

"Nagano-kun, this plan is really great! You are just an economics major, how did you come up with such a great marketing plan?"

"Speaking of which, it is thanks to this period of recuperation at home that Nagano read a lot of books on philosophy."

"What kind of book could make Nagano-kun come up with such a fantastic idea?"

Ah!

I was just talking casually, why do you take it seriously?

Nagano Nao was embarrassed for a moment and didn't know how to start.

This kind of stuff that uses the celebrity effect to bombard the radio is not really that sophisticated.

It's nothing more than watching too many advertisements and absorbing the essence of them.

But obviously, this kind of routine with a script-killing effect is quite new in Japan. At least so far, major companies will not invite customers to come in order to be polite when attracting customers.

"Is it inconvenient for you to talk about it, Nagano-kun?" Minamoto Mitsuei saw that Nagano Nao seemed to be in trouble, so he frowned slightly and asked.

Nao Nao quickly said, "No, it's just that the book Nagano reads has nothing to do with marketing on the surface."

It has nothing to do with marketing, but it can make people come up with such a wonderful marketing plan?

Yuan Guangrong became even more curious.

"What book is that?"

"It's mainly ancient books like Tao Te Ching, The Art of War and I Ching."

"..."

Yuan Guangrong was obviously stunned for a moment.

In fact, he also read The Art of War when he was in college.

It’s just that this kind of book seems to be more suitable for business layout and market competition, that is to say, in psychology it is because of the Tao Te Ching or the Book of Changes.

Great!

I can't understand this book at all!

With such embarrassment, Minamoto Mitsuyoshi wisely changed the subject and said, "So that's how it is. No wonder Nagano-kun is such a young man that he is valued by the president. Then do your best!"

"Thank you for your support!"

that's it.

Yuan Guangrong stamped his seal and handed over the plan.

Nagano Naoio lowered his head, held back his laughter, bowed, and backed out of the minister's office.

When there was no one around, the guy finally couldn't help laughing.

Yuan Guangrong’s reaction just now was really interesting.

Actually, I don’t understand it myself!

Chapter 47 Foot Soaking

Tokyo at night.

Even at eleven o'clock, it is still bustling and lively.

Neon lights are on everywhere in the center of the steel jungle city, and well-dressed men and women can be seen entering and leaving various entertainment venues, reveling in the glorious era at the peak of this bubble era.

Many people were waving thousands of yuan bills at the roadside taxi pick-up and drop-off areas, but the money did not seem to have much appeal to the taxi drivers.

Often, only by taking out more money can you attract the favor of drivers, facing their angry and cursing eyes, and then step on the accelerator and drive away.

After work, I was driving on my way home.

Thinking of how serious Yuan Guangrong was when he heard him talking about small goals, Nagano Nao suddenly felt that such small goals were not so ridiculous at this moment.

You should know that more than half of the world's top 500 companies are Japanese.

Take the automobile industry as an example. After experiencing the first oil crisis in the 70s, RB was forced to implement a strategy to reduce energy consumption during the second oil crisis.

In 1979, Japan's automobile production surpassed that of the United States.

By 1980, Japan's share of the U.S. market had climbed to 24%, with annual vehicle production reaching 1100 million units, replacing the United States as the world's largest automobile producer.

This brought a huge impact on the US manufacturing industry. In 1984, the US trade deficit was 1233 billion US dollars, of which the trade deficit with Japan was the largest, reaching 368 billion US dollars, which further expanded to 1985 billion in 496.

Even though smashing Japanese cars has become a normal way for American auto industry workers to vent their anger, it still cannot stop the popularity and dumping of Japanese cars in the United States.

The same is true for manufacturing.

First, Komatsu Manufacturing beat Caterpillar, the largest manufacturer of construction machinery and equipment in the United States, to a pulp. Then, Panasonic Electric invaded the United States and its market share continued to expand.

Even General Motors does not have much ability to fight back against Japan's durable, cheap and sophisticated technology.

The financial industry is even more awesome.

Of the top 20 of the world's top 500 companies, 90% are Japanese financial companies, including Bank of Japan, Mitsubishi Bank, Fuji Bank, Sumitomo Insurance, etc.

In terms of the total stock market value, Japan alone accounts for 45% of the world's total market value, which is 1.5 times larger than that of the United States.

Among them, there are many companies like Japan Life Insurance and core technologies that will not be listed.

If we only look at it from an economic perspective, Japan buying the United States is really just a small goal.

Thinking of how serious Minamoto Mitsuei was when he heard him talk about his small goals, and how proud and proud Iue Ryouta was when he talked about Sora Japan, Nagano Nao didn't know whether to laugh or smile bitterly.

Anyone with money in his pocket will become bloated.

When a country becomes rich, it seems that it will become arrogant.

Perhaps they have forgotten that Japan has long been a tree without roots, just a duckweed drifting on the sea.

It's almost mid-October.

All in all, the situation in Eastern Europe is about to break out completely.

I’m afraid we won’t be able to enjoy our good days for much longer. I just don’t know what Sato is thinking!

The car turned and entered a quiet street.

The lights were on upstairs.

The yellow light is like sunshine, making people feel very warm.

The gate of the villa was open. Looking along the path, one could see Nagano Kanako kneeling on the porch, her starry eyes filled with an incomprehensible complex emotion.

When she saw the car lights, her eyes lit up and she quickly stood up on her knees, taking small steps to the door.

"I am back!"

"You've worked hard, Zhinan! Why did you come back so late?" Nagano Kanako closed the door and said with a sigh of relief.

Nagano kicked off his leather shoes, put on slippers and said, "I'm in charge of a project, so I'm working overtime."

"You must be very hungry then! I'll go heat up the food right away."

"No, I've already had my meal at the company."

"You must be very tired then. I'll go get you some water."

"..."

ten minutes later.

Nagano Kanako came over carrying a wooden basin.

There are various Chinese medicinal herbs in the basin, giving off a fresh fragrance.

Without waiting for Nagano Nao to speak, she pulled open her kimono, knelt on the ground, took off the socks on Nagano Nao's feet, and put his feet in a basin of just the right temperature.

A pair of delicate hands gently rubbed her smelly feet.

Having never enjoyed such treatment before, Nagano Nao was stunned for a moment.

"Obaa-san, no need, I can do it myself."

"You've worked so hard, straight man. This is what I should do."

"No need really."

"Straight guys don't like it?"

"..."

Nagano Nao didn't know how to answer such a question, so he just stared at Nagano Kanako.

Nagano Kanako quickly lowered her head and said like a little girl who had done something wrong: "I'm sorry, straight man!"

"Ms. Kanako, have you forgotten what I said? Don't say sorry, you did nothing wrong." Nagano Nao said, patting his thigh.

Nagano Kanako seemed to like the title of Miss Kanako very much. She understood the man's meaning and sat on Nagano's lap shyly and obediently.

The woman was only a little over 1.5 meters tall, weighed less than 90 kilograms, was delicate and boneless, yet had the plump and mature figure of a woman, and was very comfortable sitting on my lap.