In this way, Nakao Kimura watched a good show of the Thai police "sharing the spoils" with his own eyes, until these people all took the money and went out happily.

Only then did Nakao Kimura ask Song Zhichao: "What are you asking me to do with this?"

Song Zhichao smiled, clapped his hands, and said, "Next is the gift I want to give you!"

Kimura: "......"

Then I saw Jin Jiu say hello, pop papa, and a group of people came in, and instantly put down the money bags in front of Kimura.

One, two, three, four---

At first, Kimura didn't do anything, and he looked proud and unyielding.

But when the money bags were almost twenty, his expression changed slightly, and when the money bags were thirty, his brow furrowed, and when the money bags reached forty, his heart beat faster until they were piled up...... That's 50 of them!

A bag of 100,000 dollars,

Fifty bags is ...... Million!

Nakao Kimura, his eyes began to become hot.

Faced with such a large amount of five million US dollars, which can be called "gold mountain", Kimura Nakao tried to keep his expression calm, and then asked Song Zhichao: "What do you mean by this?"

Song Zhichao pouted at those money bags Nunu: "My meaning is very simple, your gift!"

"Hahaha!" Nakao Kimura laughed, laughing, pointing to the money, "You want to buy me?"

"Why, no?" Song Zhichao asked rhetorically.

Kimura: "......"

"In my eyes, everyone has his own value, if you think this money is not enough to buy you, then I will take it back. With a snap, Song Zhichao snapped his fingers, and Jin Jiu and the others began to move those gold mountains.

Kimura: "......" watched as those people moved away with five million dollars.

This Song Zhichao is too unreasonable.

"Wait!" Kimura gritted his teeth and said, "I don't understand, why are you buying me!"

"It's very simple, you have failed miserably now, and you will definitely be scolded by Akio Morita when you go back--- well, to be precise, if you change to before, you will very likely be asked to seppuku. ”

"As a Chinese, I have a lot of respect for your seppuku culture--- to be precise, I want the Japanese to die one less, but I don't want to see you die like this. ”

"What, pity your enemy?" Kimura sneered.

"It's not pitiful, I just think you're still useful. Song Zhichao said, "To be precise, I am very interested in your Sony's advanced technology, which can imitate so many VCDs in such a short period of time, and the quality is even better than our Vanke's, amazing! Sony is really amazing!"

Song Zhichao didn't say nonsense, but praised Sony from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, it is.

In the late 80s and early 90s, it was the time when Sony rose to dominate the world. Whether it's scientific talent, or creativity, it's second to none in the entire electronic world.

Even Akio Morita's biggest opponent, Matsushita's "God of Management" Inosuke, had to give a thumbs up and praise: "Sony, what a cow!"

If nothing else, Sony's original mini "Walkman" alone has influenced and even changed the entire world, making the world electronics a big step forward in music equipment.

Therefore, it can be said that Sony's success, in addition to the cultivation of talents and investment in scientific and technological innovation, depends to the greatest extent on the development of the development route of Akio Morita at the helm--- that is: technology is soft power!

Nakao Kimura smiled, smiled contemptuously, and said to Song Zhichao: "Even if you still know the high and low, we Sony, it's not something you can insult!"

Song Zhichao picked up the wine glass, turned it at his fingertips, and said with a smile: "When have I ever insulted?"

"Sony has a lot of talent, and this loss to me was just luck--- I never dared to underestimate Sony. On the contrary, the reason why I am willing to pay so much money to buy you now is because I value Sony too much and Sony's technology in electronics!"

"Your VCD may look amazing, but when you take it apart and study it carefully, you can easily create it. "Especially for us Sony, it's easy--- but to tell you, even our Mr. Morita has praised you, after all, you can create a new product like VCD, lead the trend of the times, and even change the video era, you Wanda is also very sharp, at least, you Chinese the first time to influence the world." ”

Song Zhichao laughed, drank the wine glass he was playing with, snapped it, put it on the table, and looked at Kimura: "Are we flattering each other like this?" But one thing I want to tell you is that with the first time, there will be a second time...... In the future, we in China will influence the world more, and even make you unexpected......"

After all, this era is an era of science and technology that belongs to Japan, and the only countries that can match Japan are the United States, France, and other superpowers.

What Song Zhichao is referring to is Douyin, WeChat, as well as Alibaba, Huawei and other technology soft power--- but after all, this dream is still a little too far away, twenty or thirty years is too long, if he can, Song Zhichao is willing to shorten it--- and the best way to shorten the technological gap is to --- plagiarism!

Although "plagiarism" is a derogatory term, but in the field of science and technology, good plagiarism can make an era tremble, so Song Zhichao does not refuse to plagiarize, at this moment he is very interested in Sony's technology--- especially Sony's technology in TV.

Kimura Nakao thought that Song Zhichao was comforting himself, and shrugged: "Say whatever you want, but if you want to play the abacus of Sony technology, then you are wrong--- I will not betray Sony!"

"Really?" Song Zhichao's mouth curled, "You are a loyal minister, but most of our loyal ministers in the Chinese Romance have died miserably!"

"Yue Fei is dead, Wen Tianxiang is dead, Yu Qian is also dead--- what about you Japan, do you have any loyal ministers? Oh yes, the Sanada Yukimura who died in battle with his sister-in-law during the Warring States Period counts one, Goto Kiji counts one, and Yamanaka Shikasuke also counts one--- but their results seem to be all dead, dear Kimura, are you willing to take 10 million dollars and enjoy your happy life in the future, or are you willing to be a loyal minister and die in Thailand!"

Nakao Kimura was taken aback: "What, you're going to kill me?"

Song Zhichao laughed, "Wrong, I never kill, I don't even know how to kill a fish or a chicken--- do business, pay attention to harmony and make money, but you have seen a lot of things that should not be seen, I think, even if I don't do it, some people can't help but do it, here is the sea, it is easy to create some drowning accidents, do you say?"

Nakao Kimura understands that Padchart's people will not let him go--- because he has seen too much and knows too much.

As long as Song Zhichao turns around and leaves, he Mucun is likely to be thrown into the water to feed Wang Ba.

"When a person is thrown into the water, at most he will make a pop and listen to it, and then his life will be over--- but what about your family, your wife and children, and your career?" Song Zhichao said lightly.

Kimura's face changed and changed.

"You want to be a loyal servant, but what about your boss--- you are dead, does he think you are loyal or traitor? I think he will think that you are committing suicide in fear of sin!"

Kimura, looking embarrassed.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'll only talk openly and honestly with useful people, and if it's useless, I don't even bother to pay attention to it!"

Kimura looked hesitant.

Song Zhichao smiled, and finally picked up the chopsticks on the dining table and picked up a fish bone that fell on the plate, "Just like this fish bone, throw it into the trash, it is garbage, become a needle, it is a useful thing---!"

Song Zhichao looked at Nakao Kimura with a smile, "Do you want to become garbage, or do you want to become a needle?"

Nakao Kimura: "......"

Gritting his teeth, it is difficult to choose.

Song Zhichao gently held the chopsticks, motioned Kimura to stretch out his hand, put the fish bone in his palm, and said: "Now, this thorn is in your hand, whether it is garbage or needle, you decide!" After speaking, he said no more and turned to leave.