Nan Yi did as he was told, holding the small basket and standing beside the man, watching him play. Sophie Marceau came to an idle machine, put a coin in it and pressed the run button.
If you don’t win, you’ll curse at the machine, then put in a coin and start over.
After failing to win the prize several times, Sophie Marceau's feet started to become restless. She kicked the jackpot every time she failed. Fortunately, it was only light, otherwise the casino security would have come over to greet her.
"Brother, your girlfriend is beautiful."
The man playing the slot machine suddenly turned around and said to Nan Yi.
"Thanks."
"No need to wait. I have been guarding this machine for two days. I will not leave until the grand prize is won. I will not give others the opportunity to pick up the spoils."
"oh."
Nan Yi responded and looked up at the jackpot prize, which was 2.47 million francs, which was indeed a considerable prize.
“I wish you win the jackpot.”
"Thank you, and blessings to you too."
Nan Yi left the man and walked over to a machine next to Sophie Marceau and sat down.
"Why are you here?"
"Others have been guarding for two days and have to continue guarding."
"Oh, blow."
Sophie Marceau picked up a coin and put it close to Nan Yi's mouth.
Nan Yi blew a breath of luck, and Sophie Marceau put the coins into the slot machine.
After the three vertical images of the slot machine flashed and rotated for a while, the last banned images were three different patterns. Obviously, I didn't win a single bet.
"Adam, you have bad luck."
"You can't blame me. Maybe it's just your bad luck. Just look at me."
Nan Yi put a coin into the machine. After a while of rotation, two of the three static patterns were the same.
"You see, my luck is much better now."
"I'll blow and you put in the coin." Sophie Marceau stood up from her seat, walked to Nan Yi, pouting, waiting for Nan Yi to pick up the coin.
One of them is responsible for blowing air, while the other is responsible for inserting coins. Sometimes they would rush to press the start button.
When the two small baskets of coins were used up, neither of them won a "777" of a hundred times, but they did win a few of ten times and twenty times. As for the connecting jackpot, they never thought about it at all.
When the two lost all their money, the man had already left. Sophie Marceau pulled Nan Yi over to pick up the spoils, but when she got closer, she saw that the power of the machine was off. Sophie Marceau said regretfully: "It seems that the man is a VIP of the casino. I wonder if he will win the jackpot. Let's come back tomorrow to check."
"good."
After leaving the casino, the two played a little game. They walked in one direction and had dinner at any restaurant they felt the urge to stop at.
Silence seems to have nothing to do with Monaco. The road that Nan Yi and the others passed by had slightly uneven tiles and the voices were relatively noisy. It was rare to pass a section where there were no people. As the altitude dropped and they got closer to the coast, the noise became even louder, and the roar of various sports cars surrounded their ears.
The sources of income in Monaco are very simple, there are only two major items - casinos and tax havens.
Although there are no slogans posted anywhere, Monaco clearly tells outsiders that this is a country that poor people should not come to. In addition to business tycoons who want to avoid taxes, there are also racing drivers with high incomes who move here. Football players with slowly increasing incomes also prefer this place.
Suddenly, Sophie Marceau pointed to a medieval-style building and said, "I've seen the house on the third floor here. I like its style, but it's too small and expensive, more than 100,000 francs per square meter."
"It's too cramped here. Living here for a long time will make you depressed. If you like the scenery here, you can buy a villa in Provence, either in the city or in the countryside. Just buy one in Nice. If you don't want to drive, you can walk. It takes less than an hour to get to Monaco."
"No, it's okay to come here for vacation occasionally, but I don't like living here. Every time I come here, I live on the yacht, Adam. I'm tired of the Neuilly-Billancourt apartment and want to move to another place."
"Where do you want to live? Don't tell me it's the Vicomte Castle. That place won't work. It's been sold."
"No, I want to live in a more modern apartment with more space for decoration. The Neuilly-Billancourt apartment is too old, and it is impossible to renovate it."
"Or downtown?"
"Yes, I'd go crazy if I lived in the country."
"Oh, you can decide where to live. Just tell me the address so I can find it."
Sophie Marceau tugged at Nan Yi's hand and said coquettishly, "I want you to go with me to look at houses. I want to pick one that both of us like."
“Maybe next year?”
"Before June?"
"uh-huh."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
After walking through most of Monaco and going half a circle in the opposite direction after coming out of the casino, Nan Yi and his companion came to the yacht harbor not too far from the casino. In front of an open-air stall, they ordered some food.
There is Monaco’s national dish, Barbagiuan. The preparation is very simple. Flour is wrapped with stuffing and fried. The stuffing is nothing special, including spinach, cheese, and pumpkin. Only Swiss chard is relatively rare in China.
Except for Barbagiuan, the others are not worth mentioning. They are all dishes from neighboring countries that have been passed down intact or have been improved after localization. They don’t have any special features.
While eating, there were three tall beauties in white sitting at a table next to Nan Yi and his friends. Nan Yi glanced at the three points on their upper body and the two lines on their lower body dishonestly, which aroused Sophie Marceau's dissatisfaction. She stomped hard on Nan Yi's toes with her flat shoes.
“Does it look good?”
"nice."
"Do you want me to ask for the room number for you?"
"No need." Nan Yi paused, then deliberately said, "I'll go ask myself."
"Ciao."
At this time, a beautiful woman actually greeted Nan Yi.
"Ciao." Nan Yi responded, turned to Sophie Marceau and said, "Look, I still have charm."
"You bastard , I've been following you since I was a teenager in middle school, and you treat me like this?" Sophie Marceau slammed the table, stood up angrily and cursed.
"This line sounds familiar to me."
"Haha, of course you are familiar with it. I learned it from a Hong Kong movie." Sophie Marceau sat down with a strange smile on her face.
"No wonder, the pronunciation of the word 冚家砍 is pretty good."
"Let me tell you one more thing, who pays your rent? What do you eat?" Sophie Marceau first imitated a male voice, then screamed in a female voice: "I've made you angry!"
"Haha, what kind of movies do you watch?"
"I don't recognize the characters in the title. They are different from what I saw in Beijing."
"Ha, as if you'd recognize it if it was simplified. Eat quickly, it's getting cold."
After dinner, Nan Yi and the other person got on the yacht. Sophie Marceau drove the yacht herself, carefully avoiding the yachts anchored in the port. After sailing out, the yacht accelerated towards the depths of the sea.
At this time, the setting sun is still there, the lights on the shore are dotted, the sea water is refracted into orange-red, the sea breeze blows Sophie Marceau's hair, the setting sun and the lights interweave to shine on her left cheek, the tenderness has not faded yet, the sexiness has not yet climbed, and a touch of mystery is added to the contradictory beauty.
Nan Yi walked forward, passed through Sophie Marceau's arms, and covered her belly button with his hands. Sophie Marceau tilted her head back, scratched Nan Yi's hair twice with her little mouth, stroked her ears, and wiped her face. She found the right position, and her shadow stretched and stretched...
Crash!
Nan Yi emerged from the water, wiped his hair back along his scalp, and then wiped the water stains on his face from his eyebrows down.
"Nagao-kun, come up here and I'll rub your back."
Sayuri Hagiwara took a bath towel and draped it over Nan Yi's shoulders. When Nan Yi stood up, she took another bath towel and wrapped it around his waist. Nan Yi lay down on the wooden floor at one side, and Sayuri Hagiwara came forward and rubbed him with the bath towel.
"Nagao-kun, you are Nagao Kanji, so do you want me to be Akana Rika or Sekiguchi Satomi?"
"Oh, have you read that novel by Chai Menwen?"
"Yes, Fuji TV is going to broadcast it soon. I saw the preview and bought a copy."
"Actually, I like the character of Naoko Nagasaki more than the other two."
"Really? There's not much description of her in the book."
"Well, maybe I like it because there is less description. How do you pass the time now?"
Swallowtail Butterfly Clothing has been transferred to Zheng Wenqi. Although the other party has not paid the full amount, the remaining issues must be dealt with and Sayuri Hagiwara's agency rights have been withdrawn.
"Almost. Bowling, izakaya, tea, and occasionally going to Scarecrow Village. I want to find a new business to run. What do you think I should do?"
"Your interest is the most important. Do whatever business you like. Don't worry too much about whether you can make money. Wait and see how the economy develops. Japan is about to enter a recession, and no business will be easy to do."
In early December 1989, Nan's initial investment of US$5 billion had increased five or six times to more than US$30 billion in less than three years. On December 3, Nan's funds began to be withdrawn one after another, and it was not until the middle of the month that the funds were completely withdrawn from Japan.
In order to transfer funds from Japan, Nan paid more than 2 billion US dollars. By the time the money was distributed to the three banks under Nan, the total funds were only a little over 28.6 billion US dollars.
As soon as the first-class funds withdrew, the stock index options that Scarlett Fund and Goldman Sachs bought from the Japanese insurance industry were sold to the Kingdom of Denmark; the Kingdom of Denmark sold them to the buyers of the warrants and promised to pay the profits to the owners of the "Nikkei Index Put Warrants" when the Nikkei Index fell.
On January 12, 1990, a new financial product, "Nikkei Index Put Warrants", appeared on the U.S. exchange. The warrant immediately became a hot seller in the U.S., and a large number of U.S. investment banks followed suit. The Japanese stock market could no longer keep up.
The Nikkei index continued to fall. On August 2, the day when Iraq invaded Kuwait, Japan, which was completely dependent on oil imports, could no longer hold on and the Nikkei index began to plummet.
The wild ups and downs brought Nan's profit of nearly 50 billion US dollars. Combined with the previous profits from real estate, as well as Yama no Mi, Baoguo Rice, and other miscellaneous items, Nan's total profit in Japan exceeded 100 billion US dollars.
Japan is like Avalokitesvara to Nan Yi. Japan has made great contribution to the development of Nan. In a list of spiritual shareholders of the Information and Policy Committee, Japan ranks first. 1990 is not the end of Japan's silent contribution to Nan, and it will continue to be a Bodhisattva.
"Although the stock price has dropped a little, it is still very high. Investors who entered the market early can still make a lot of money by selling now," said Sayuri Hagiwara.
"You can't calculate it that way. If you bought it a few years ago and never changed hands, you should be able to make a lot of money if you sell it now. Although the Tokyo stock market has maintained an upward trend since 1985, it has also fallen in the middle. The most common mistake made by stockholders is to sell low and buy high, over and over again, and the profits are almost consumed in the repeated changes of hands.
Moreover, you can see how the Japanese have been spending in the past few years. They have been buying everywhere. The big corporations have bought buildings, companies, forests, and iron ore.
As for individuals, men fly to Thailand in groups to play golf. In Thailand, there are many other things to spend money on besides golf. A single flight costs at least tens of millions of yen, and they go to Kabukicho almost every day.
Women buy all kinds of expensive clothes, bags and cosmetics.
Once the stock market fluctuates, the performance of the joint-stock company will not be able to remain consistent with the previous two years and will definitely go down. The joint-stock company will have a hard time, the salaries of the employees will not be maintained, and with reduced income, life will no longer be the same as before.
Are there not as many customers in department stores now as before?"
Sayuri Hagiwara thought for a moment and said, "It seems so. In the past, everyone would carry several shopping bags, but now it seems that there are fewer people than before. There are more people looking, but fewer people buying."
"Now we are still supported by the housing market. When the housing market starts to collapse, the hard times will really come."
“Will the housing market collapse too?”
"Why can't it collapse? The land price in Shibuya this year has increased nearly six times compared to 1983. At the beginning, it was rising at a rate of one million yen a year. In the past two years, the land price has been high enough, so the appreciation rate is not that large."
Nan Yi picked up the teacup beside him, tilted his head back and poured the tea into his mouth awkwardly. Hagiwara Sayuri saw this, walked forward, put her arms around Nan Yi's shoulders and helped him up slightly.
After taking two sips, Nan Yi put the cup back in its place, "Lily, you are still the most thoughtful."
"I'm also the oldest, right?"
"I don't care about your age, and you don't have to worry about it either. Go ahead, let's go shopping tomorrow."
"Hayi."
Sayuri Hagiwara agreed and continued to rub Nan Yi's back with the bath towel.
The next day, Nan Yi and his companion came to Roppongi, a more westernized neighborhood in Tokyo. Sayuri Hagiwara told them that there would be a lottery there.
Housing prices in Japan are still strong, and Tokyo is still a place where there are too many people and too few houses. To buy a house, you need to be rich and qualified. Unlike India a few decades later, where the vacancy rate of houses was high but a lottery was deliberately held to support a false housing boom, there really are not that many houses in Tokyo.
If calculated based on the current per capita income in Tokyo, ignoring the sky-high housing prices in the city center, one square meter of house can be bought with five months' salary; if calculated based on the household unit, one square meter can be bought with three months' income; if, like in India, one person will use six wallets to buy a house, then buying a house in Tokyo is not too difficult.
Nan Yi did a simple calculation and found that if the real estate bubble was not burst, Japan's housing prices would still have a lot of room for appreciation, and it would not be a problem for them to survive for at least two thousand years.
At ten o'clock sharp, the draw will begin.
"Which house did you draw?"
"Jiangdong District."
“Why are the houses in Jiangdong District placed here for lottery?”
"I'm not too sure, maybe it's related to that." Sayuri Hagiwara said, pointing to the camera next to the queue.
"Um."
Nan Yi watched a man come forward and pull out a piece of bonded paper from a closed box. After tearing it open, he looked at what was written on the paper. In an instant, he jumped three feet high, shouting something.
Apparently, this is the winning number.
The next person came forward to draw the lot, and when he saw the words on the paper, he immediately covered his face and cried.
One by one they came forward to draw lots. Some cheered, some fell to the ground and convulsed due to excessive grief, and most had long faces as if they had lost their parents.
"Nagao-kun, it's very difficult for men in Tokyo to get married now. You must have a house and a car. The house must be in the city or the suburbs. The car must be domestic or imported from Europe and the United States. Dates must come here or go to Niseko Ski Resort."
"You mean a man who wants to get married must have a house and a car, and must be able to take his girlfriend on a date to expensive places?"
"Yes, if a woman marries a man who has no house or car, she will be laughed at by others."
"What if I work in Minato Ward but live in Kanagawa? Will I be able to find a woman to marry me?"
"Of course you can, Nagao-kun. You don't need to have a house or a car. Naturally, there will be a woman who will marry you with a house and a car." Hagiwara Sayuri said, covering her mouth and sneering.
"Haha, the house, car and date money will cost at least 60 million yen. According to the current exchange rate, it is about 410,000 US dollars. Most Americans will never earn this much money in their lifetime."
Nan Yi just glanced at the roll-up banner on the roadside. According to the price written on it, it is about 720,000 yen per square meter. Taking the lower value of "3 million yen" from the current annual income of wages and bonuses in Tokyo, you can buy a 60-square-meter house by not eating or drinking for 14.4 years. The housing price is really not that expensive.
It should be said that housing prices in Japan are very expensive for foreigners, but it cannot be said to be very expensive for Japanese people themselves. The absolute value is high, but the relative value is not high.
"410,000 dollars is not a small sum for Tokyo office workers. Most people can't save 10,000 dollars a year."
"It's because their consumption is too high. As long as they don't travel, eat out less, I mean more expensive restaurants, buy less clothes and luxury goods, and reduce the food quality at home, it will be no problem to save $20,000 a year."
"Nagao-kun, can living in the way you say still be considered living?"
"Forget it. It's just a little harder."
"Why do we have to work so hard? Instant gratification is popular in Tokyo now, and what is being praised is that consumption is a virtue."
"You should always have some savings to protect against the risks that may come. Let's go. I'll accompany you to the senior disco."
Nan Yi hugged Sayuri Hagiwara and walked away from the crowd.
"It's too early now. Go bowling with me first. And I'm not dancing to old-age disco."
"Well, not old age, but young age."
In the morning, Nan Yi accompanied Hagiwara Sayuri to play bowling. At noon, after lunch, Hagiwara Sayuri took Nan Yi to buy a set of clothes suitable for dancing.
A little later in the afternoon, the two of them arrived at a building on Kabukicho Ichibangai, on the third floor, with a sign that read "Dacing".
Sayuri Hagiwara took Nan Yi to the cramped dressing room to change clothes, and then pulled him to the equally cramped dance floor. Land in Kabukicho is very expensive, and opening a place for dancing here, no matter how small, requires emotional support, and it is a bit difficult to make money.
As soon as a new dance music sounded, Sayuri Hagiwara pulled Nan Yi to the dance floor. Nan Yi heard the familiar tune of "Baby, I'm Sorry" in his ears. When Sayuri Hagiwara told him that the song was very simple and asked him to dance with her, what he heard were the lyrics of the Thai song "It's Okay to Be Happy".
The dance is indeed not difficult. It consists of five moves that need to be repeated continuously with the music. Nan Yi watched Sayuri Hagiwara dance once, and then he followed suit. Sayuri Hagiwara corrected his mistakes, and then Nan Yi was able to sway to the melody of the music with Sayuri Hagiwara, although he was a little clumsy.
"Lily-chan."
"Miko."
As she danced, a woman approached Sayuri Hagiwara.
The woman looked at Nan Yi's face for a long time, then lowered her eyes and glanced at him, "Lily, is this your boyfriend?"
Sayuri Hagiwara blushed, "Yes."
"Lily-chan, you're lucky to be a strong man. Want a drink later?"
Sayuri Hagiwara glanced at Nan Yi, and after receiving a positive response, she said to the woman, "Okay."
The woman's gaze lingered on Nan Yi's face for a while again before she said, "I won't disturb you," and then twisted her body away from the two of them.
"Nagao-kun, Kimiko Nakayama has taken a fancy to you."
“Mama-san or lonely housewife?”
"She is a housewife and her husband is a middle-level manager in a company."
"Oh, you old slicker...are you a habitual cheater, or has cheating become a habit?"
"Yes, but it's not a habit."
Nan Yi chuckled, "Look at the burning look in her eyes just now. That's the look a hunter gives his prey, usually only seen in men's eyes. She's not like what you said."
"Maybe you're just too charming, Nagao-kun."
"Times have progressed. I remember that in ancient Japan, the punishment for cheating women was very cruel, but now it is tolerated and understood."
"You have to ask the men. They work during the day, and after work they have to sit in the izakaya until late at night. There is no communication between them and their wives. In the past, there were many men like this in my izakaya. They would sit there from 7 o'clock until the early morning of the next day."
"Ha, the early morning hours are a bit too much. Even if you pretend to be busy, you should be home by ten o'clock."
The dance music changed to a quiet duet. Nan Yi walked up to Sayuri Hagiwara and hugged her, swaying to the rhythm.
After spending more than two hours on the dance floor, Kimiko Nakayama came over to invite Sayuri Hagiwara to go to the izakaya. Needless to say, Nan Yi was also invited.
However, Nan Yi did not accept the invitation. Not to mention that Kimiko Nakayama did not meet his aesthetic standards, even if she did, he had no intention of hooking up with one in front of Sayuri Hagiwara.
After leaving Kabukicho Ichibangai, Nan Yi ran towards Akihabara. After turning around for a while, he soon arrived at the window of Ryoko's clothing store. He looked inside and his heart was instantly broken.
His Athena was talking and laughing with a man wearing Seiya's Gold Cloth.
Carving a mark on a boat to look for the sword, the mark on the boat is still there, but the sword is gone.
"I curse you adulterers."
After casting a curse, Nan Yi walked away from the window with disappointment.
Walking on the streets of Akihabara, Nan Yi saw housewives or high school girls who were anxious to find their fathers, as well as bald middle-aged men who, like him, liked to adopt goddaughters. They were all dressed appropriately and meticulously.
I also saw female high school students buying a lot of things and then taking out their credit cards to pay.
In the past five years, it has been very simple and convenient to apply for a credit card in Japan. As long as you have a legal identity and are over 14 years old, you can apply for a credit card, and the credit limit is often very high. Although in theory Japan does not allow credit cards to be issued to high school students with no income, banks do so.
There is no other reason. There is too much money. If the bank does not lend it out, it will lose money on deposit interest. When the task of lending and processing credit cards falls on the salesperson, they will naturally think of various ways to complete their tasks.
When the high school girl who paid the bill put away her wallet, Nan Yi saw five or six credit cards in her wallet, as well as several membership cards and points cards that he didn't know what they were used for.
Nan Yi let the school beauty drive around the streets of Tokyo and found that Tokyo's nightlife was still prosperous. There were still people waving money to hail taxis, and there were still many drunk men and women collapsed on the roadside corners. It seemed that the stock market crash did not affect the lives of most Tokyo citizens.
Feeling hungry, Nan Yi walked into a high-end-looking Chinese restaurant called Tokyo Hotel. He was led into the elevator and went up to the second floor. When he entered the lobby, he saw a camera next to a table in the middle, pointing at two men and two women wearing sweaters of different styles.
"It's weird that they didn't clear the scene when filming a TV series."
The reason why Nan Yi knew that it was a TV series was because he had seen the long-haired Eguchi Yosuke and the person sitting next to him, Arimori Meshi, whom he had met once in a retail store. The clothes they were wearing looked familiar. If he was not mistaken, this was the filming of "Tokyo Love Story".
After taking a few more glances at Yosuke Eguchi, whom he thought was very cool for a while in his previous life, Nan Yi found a seat near the side and sat down.
After dinner, the car turned to Roppongi. On the road, we could see many cars driving slowly. When they saw girls walking on the street, the cars would stop and chat with the girls. Some girls would get in the car, while others would not. Generally speaking, more girls got in the cars.
It seems that there is a culture of picking up girls here. The men who drive here and the women who walk here are all aware of the unspoken rules here. It is like the quick match in blind dates. If the car is of a high grade and the person is not ugly, then a quick marriage can be established.
But Nan Yi couldn't understand why the failure rate of picking up BMW E32 was so high. He had already seen three E32s leave in shame. On the contrary, the success rate of Toyota Soarer was quite high. The most amazing one was Mercedes-Benz, which would always hit the target no matter what model it was.
Of course, none of the Mercedes-Benz cars here are low-end.
At around eleven o'clock, Sayuri Hagiwara called and said that she had come out of the izakaya and picked up someone to return to Lake Kawaguchi. The next morning, Nan Yi went to the Nagoya Chukyo Industrial Zone again.
Since setting up a computer room not only required a relatively large site but also required guaranteed power supply, the Tokyo South Office moved from the most prosperous central area to the industrial area.
After passing the gate inspection and entering the main gate, he came to the door of the computer room under the guidance of Ueto Masami, waved at the camera above the door, waited for a while, and the door opened automatically.
As he walked into the computer room, Nan Yi shouted "Yi Zai" to the air.
"If you have a memorial to present, then you must leave the court if you don't." A voice came from a speaker on the wall.
Nan Yi: “Guess the riddle.”
"Yo yo check noo."
"Give me a set of pancakes."
"Warning, warning, wrong answer, anthrax begins to be released, 5, 4, 3..."
Nan Yi waited quietly for the countdown to end. White mist spewed out from several holes on the wall, and then the lights in the computer room lit up.
There is no doubt that the self-destruct program is just a hoax. The so-called artificial intelligence is just a voice-controlled lighting system with chip control. What is sprayed on the wall is just dry ice. Even if it doesn't kill people, it can scare a few people to death.
He walked to a screen and opened a cover on the side, revealing a password input pad. Nan Yi slowly entered the four numbers "1977" and waited for a while. Then a keyboard popped out from the secret compartment.
The password input dial is also deceptive. The four-digit password is not important. The key is the force with which you press the key. As long as the force is wrong, another one will pop up. They look exactly the same, but are actually completely different keyboards.
The keyboard in front of Nan Yi looks no different from an ordinary keyboard, but in fact it is specially made. The keyboard arrangement when entering a password is different from that when entering normally.
Clap, Nan Yi entered a long string of passwords on the keyboard and waited for a few seconds.
At this time in the computer room of Scarlett Manor, the staff on duty saw Nan Yi in front of the screen through the surveillance equipment. He pressed a confirmation button, and the picture appeared on the screen in front of Nan Yi.
In fact, the password is only one part of the process. The most critical step is confirmation from New York. As long as New York does not authorize it, Nagoya will have no chance of connecting to the server.
Of course, brute force cracking is not impossible, but that depends on whether the micro-bombs installed in the server agree to it. They cannot kill people, but their power is just enough to destroy the hard drive. After all, they are not a terrorist organization, so they don't need to blow people up at every turn. They just need to protect Nan's secrets.
In front of the screen, Nan Yi checked the data while asking Ueto Masami from time to time.
“Is it easy to get a credit card in Tokyo now?”
"It's not easy. Banks have already improved their review mechanisms and generally only grant credit limits of one-sixth of an office worker's annual income."
"What about before?"
"It's very easy. You can easily get a credit limit of several million yen, and there are also many gifts to be won, such as milk powder, toys, shopping mall gift certificates, high-end cosmetics, and golf clubs."
“Golf is still popular?”
"Yes, in August a business launched a three-piece set of diamond-studded golf clubs for 100 million yen, and 650 sets of golf clubs were sold out in three days."
"Wow, there are so many wealthy people in Tokyo." Nan Yi tapped on the keyboard, exited the program, and pushed the keyboard back into the secret compartment. "Go to your office."
Arriving at Ueto Masami's office, Ueto Masami offered Nan Yi a cup of barley tea, and then handed him a folder, "Report the third quarter business report of Inter Milan Hub."
Nan Yi took the document and put it aside, "How is Ieyasu's life in college?"
"Everything is going fine, and he even got a girlfriend."
"I know. Do you think he's serious or just joking?"
"It's more casual, not serious."
"Well, I've been paying attention to his thoughts. I've been training him for several years, and I don't want to look for someone new to train."
"President, Nan Jiakang is absolutely qualified to be a puppet."
Nan Yi nodded, took the document beside him, and started reading it in his hands.
"Where does the Southland Bank negotiating team live?"