A peaceful month passed.
For the past month, Genji Yoshio had been going to work every day. Occasionally, he would write some short essays based on his previous work. He would also receive dividends from Morita Aota's company from time to time. His days were relaxed and free.
As for the book " Continent ", even though it had been completed for a long time, its popularity did not decrease. The readers urged him to write a manuscript for the next book and sent it to the editorial department every day. Mr. Fujino had no choice but to come to Geno Yoshio's house once a week to pass all the readers 'manuscripts and gifts to him.
Because there were too many letters from readers and Fujino-san came too often, Shizuka Yume discovered the identity that he had been hiding all this time-a great writer.
However, Jing Yuqian had always thought that he was famous because of the fairy tale book he wrote for Shizuka. He knew nothing about Love in Flowers and Continent.
Other than Mr. Fujino's first visit, they had never mentioned the publication of " Love in Flowers ". They had a tacit understanding.
They also went to buy a new car together. It was a relatively large off-road vehicle with seven seats and a large trunk.
At first, Jing Yuqian thought that this car was ugly and not as nimble as a small car. However, Geno Yoshio said that if they bought a bigger car, they could occasionally bring their friends and family on a trip. If it was just the three of them, they could lie down and rest in it. It was very practical.
Jing Yuqian thought about it and agreed. How could beauty be more important than practicality?
Geno Yoshio paid in installments.
It wasn't because he didn't have that much money, but because he had to use it to do more important things.
The money for the car could be given slowly, but this matter was really urgent.
This urgent matter was related to Morita Aota's company.
Morita's company had always been thriving. Its customers, customers, and quality were all well guaranteed. It was a miracle that it could achieve this in just a few months.
However, in business, if something became popular, it would inevitably cause other companies to imitate it.
After Morita's company appeared, companies that did this kind of trade popped up like mushrooms after a rain, trying to get a share of the profits.
Among them, there was a company called " Shinai Industries " that broke out of the tight encirclement with low prices, exquisite service, and quality comparable to Morita, becoming Morita's biggest competitor.
The boss of " Shina-made " was a woman named Aiki Shina-chan. To be honest, when Yuan Yoshio found out that this person was a woman, he almost dropped the teacup in his hand.
After all, this was the 1950s! Even in the 21st century, women's status in Japan was very low, let alone in the 1950s.
From this, it seemed that this woman was really not simple. Her family background, intelligence, and talent were definitely not lacking.
Although Geno Yoshio retained the memories of his previous life, he did not know much about the Japanese Light Industry. Other than the clothing tycoon Morita Aota, he did not dabble much. Therefore, he really did not know much about Aoki Manna.
Moreover, although according to his knowledge, the future fashion tycoon was Morita, the present was still in the past. If there was no driving force, the future might change. The historical waves caused by this change were beyond his imagination.
"Morita, let's set a time to meet.”In the middle of the night, Yuan Yoshio stood barefoot in the corridor and whispered into the microphone. He didn't want Jing Yuqian to discover all his secrets. Otherwise, he wouldn't have any money left.
His royalties had already been taken away by his wife, so he could not let this investment fall under her control again.
The next day, Yuan Yoshio drove to Morita's company. Morita's company was located in a remote area, not in the city center. This place had been chosen by Geno Yoshio, and he had tried his best to persuade Morita to buy this building and this piece of land.
Although there were not many people in this place now, in the next five years, this place would become a prosperous area where every inch of land was worth money.
"Xiongjun! You're here." Morita Aota stood downstairs with a thin layer of sweat on his face. He must have waited for a moment.
The relationship between the two of them was also much more familiar than before. Previously, Morita Izumi treated him as his investor and always used honorifics to him. However, with Geno Yoshio's relentless efforts, they finally became brothers who could joke around, drink, and chat together.
"You're already so anxious. How can I not come?”Yuan Yoshio closed the car door and said arrogantly.
"Let's go up and talk." Morita held onto Minamoto Yoshio's shoulders, and the two brothers went upstairs intimately.
" It's like this," Morita said seriously as he sat in his office chair." Recently, a big client wants to import some goods overseas. You know, we have always been aiming at the domestic market and don't know much about the foreign market. "But I think this is a good opportunity to open up the foreign market. Once we open up the foreign market and let the foreign consumers recognize our brand, the competitiveness of the company will not be something that these small companies can compare to.”
"Of course, the people in the company also understand this, so they are also fighting for this customer.”
Ge You lay on the sofa and asked,""Then what do you plan to do?"
"I want to import a batch of silk fabric to make this batch of clothes.”Morita crossed his hands on the table and said seriously.
"D * mn, do you mean that you have to win this client even if you lose money?”When Yuan Yoshio heard what he meant, he suddenly jumped up from the sofa, his eyes wide open.
"Yes."
"Then you'll suffer a huge loss this time!"
"Brother, you have to look at the long-term benefits.”
Even though he said that, Yuan Yoshio crossed his arms and asked after a while,""Then where is the country of export?"
"Celestial Empire."
"Celestial Empire?" Yuan Yoshio repeated excitedly. Even though he was familiar with everything about Japan because he had the memories of the previous Geno Yoshio, he still had the memories of his time as Zhang Wenbo.
As expected, it was not easy to give up the feelings of the land where he had lived.
Even though he seemed to have slowly forgotten his days in China, as long as this name was mentioned again, he would quickly recall everything in the past.
No matter if these days were sad or happy.
"Yes, it's not bad, right?" Morita smiled and said," Compared to the western countries, which have too much of a difference in aesthetics, China is better, right?”
Yuan Yoshio thought for a long time. Although the relationship between China and Japan had indeed been normalised in 1972, as a former citizen of China, he knew that the people were boycotting Japan. During this period, it was not a good choice to treat China as the main export country. Moreover, he remembered that the national policy at this time was to vigorously support domestic products.
However, Morita seemed to have high hopes for this. After all, he wasn't someone who had transmigrated, so many things were too complicated.
"Alright, alright." Yuan Yoshio sighed and agreed. Although he knew that the money might go down the drain, it was fine. He could earn it back. This was a chance for Morita-kun to grow.
"But I have to remind you that I'm not optimistic about this matter at all. Don't come crying to me if you fail.”Yuan Yoshio reminded.
"Don't worry, I won't cry or fail.”Seeing that Geno Yoshio had agreed to invest, Morita's face lit up.
It was good to know nothing. She was always optimistic and always working hard. For someone like him who already knew the outcome, he no longer had the courage to ask for directions.
"Let's go, Xiongjun! Let's go drink!"
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