Kimura Nakao has always been a very proud person, when he was a gangster in Tokyo, he had the ambition to be the boss, no one was convinced, he thought he was invincible in the world, until he met Akio Morita, and he was accepted by Morita.

It can be said that Nakao Kimura has never served anyone except Morita until he met Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao is his nightmare, a nightmare of a lifetime!

This man, with his treachery, destroyed Akio Morita's self-confidence with his means. Yes, it was in that business war that Nakao Kimura tasted defeat for the first time, and he also knew how shameless people can be.

In front of him, that person appeared again, and it was not at the right time, it was when Kimura Nakao was frustrated again--- Song Zhichao's appearance was like a needle, fiercely piercing Kimura Nakao's only self-esteem.

It's him again!

How can it be?

In the surprise of Nakao Shimomura, Song Zhichao, who was wearing a windbreaker, had already stepped across the deck with a cigarette and came to him.

See clearly, it is indeed Song Zhichao.

"How are you?" asked Nakao Kimura.

"Why can't it be me?" Song Zhichao asked rhetorically.

"You designed all this?" Kimura looked around.

Song Zhichao also looked around, "This is called self-casting, isn't it?"

Nakao Kimura smiled, a wry smile, "You already knew about our plan?"

"Well, how to put it, I just knew. Song Zhichao looked very sincere and spat out a cigarette at Kimura.

Kimura felt a little choked by the smell of smoke and waved his hand, "What do you want?"

Song Zhichao smiled, "How is it? Isn't it too obvious to ask like this, you put up such a dragon gate array, I am just breaking the formation--- well, have you heard of Chinese allusions, Mu Guiying broke the Tianmen array? Although I am not Mu Guiying, I am lucky to be Yang Liulang!"

Nakao Kimura also knows some Chinese classics, and he also knows who "Mu Guiying" and "Yang Liulang" are, and said with a wry smile: "It looks like I really lost." ”

Song Zhichao held the cigarette and gently scratched his eyebrows with his tail finger, "Well, how can I say it, you are not losing, but you have to face the situation in front of you--- after all, smuggling goods worth billions of dollars as general commodities is also a very immoral thing in the smuggling world." ”

"Billions of dollars?" Next to him, Nakao Kimura didn't react yet, and his guess was already wide-eyed, looking at Kimura in disbelief.

On the other side, Superintendent Pachart snorted coldly, "Now you know? I took 100,000 US dollars from others, and I thought it was great, but I didn't know that this batch of goods from other people was worth billions of US dollars--- and it was not too much to say that your head was a coconut!"

Guess: "......?"

Speechless.

Seeing that the situation had come to this, Kimura Nakao shrugged his shoulders, and sneered at Song Zhichao: "What do you want?"

Song Zhichao smiled and suddenly said, "Stretch out your hand." ”

Nakao Kimura was at the feet of the person and could only stretch out his hand.

Song Zhichao contemptuously crushed the cigarette in his hand in front of Kimura's face.

Cigarette butts burn palms, pain!

Kimura endured.

Even if the pain pierced his heart, he endured it.

Song Zhichao didn't throw it into Kimura's hand until he had all the cigarette butts extinguished, saying, "The garbage should be thrown into the trash can!"

Nakao Kimura: "What do you mean?"

Song Zhichao said contemptuously: "Do you still think you have the qualifications to negotiate with me?"

Kimura: "......?"

Song Zhichao pouted at Nunu beside him, "Give him the phone!"

Someone stepped forward and handed a mobile phone to Nakao Kimura.

Nakao Kimura's palm ached, he glanced at the phone, and answered it--- he knew who he had to call at this moment.

On the surface of the sea, there are waves.

……

Los Angeles, USA---

Akio Morita has never liked America very much, there are no cherry blossoms, no sake, no graceful Japanese beauties, no refreshing sparkling rice, but he likes American coins --- dollars, and for the sake of dollars, he is willing to stay in Los Angeles for an extra week.

Americans are also very realistic, for the Japanese, many of them look down on them, but for super-rich people like Akio Morita, many Americans still put down their bodies and flattered themselves.

Akio Morita enjoyed the feeling of being a big man in front of the Americans, so after receiving many invitations to banquets, he did not put on a show, but participated very kindly and chatted with those Americans.

At this time, Akio Morita was attending a celebrity party at the Hilton Hotel in Los Angeles, USA, and the protagonist of this party was a guy named "Bill", well, to be precise, this guy's full name was "Bill Clinton---", a freckled Democratic candidate who was going to run for president of the United States this year.

Many people are not optimistic about this sharp-edged young politician, believing that although he came from a prestigious school, he is still a little weaker than his opponent Bush Sr. -- at least in terms of experience and qualifications.

This time, some of the backers of the Democratic Party, to be precise, are the financiers, arranged such a grand gathering for the purpose of helping Clinton run for the election--- and as everyone knows, the US presidential election has always been the most money-burning activity, and even if these financiers have mountains of money and money, they cannot withstand the unscrupulous squandering of these candidates.

As a new target targeted by these financiers and candidate Bill--- Akio Morita was greatly courteous at the banquet, among them, Mr. Bill called Morita the "Toyotomi Hideyoshi" of the contemporary electrical world--- enthusiastic praise, as well as meticulous praise, and Bill's almost flattering wooing, so that Morita felt powerful as a Japanese, and powerful with huge wealth--- just imagine, the future president of the United States prostrate at your feet, what kind of majestic feeling?

Of course, the premise is that this Bill can be the president of the United States.

In fact, the culture of "political donations" in the United States has a long history, to be precise, since the birth of the first US President Washington, political donations have been ubiquitous--- even the most noble, the most democratic President Theodore Roosevelt, who was evaluated by Americans as the most democratic, promulgated the greatest "Antitrust Law" during his term of office--- that is, the antitrust law, but behind him there is actually the support of the big chaebols, the most famous of which is the Rockefeller family.

Therefore, it can be accurately said that the president of the United States is in fact a puppet of many financial oligarchs and arms dealers in the United States.

As a Japanese, there was no need for Akio Morita to go to these things, but who made him super rich, but at this time, --- was in the United States when he was approaching the US election, and the most important thing is that American law has certain restrictions on the political contributions of many American businessmen, which cannot exceed a certain amount, but there are no special restrictions on these overseas supertycoons--- if you have money, whatever you want to support this political upstart presidential candidate.

Why is there no limit?

Because you are not an American, you do not get the maximum benefit in the United States, and because of this, there is a loophole --- foreigners can make more than the maximum amount of political contributions.

Although he is not as sought after by these ill-intentioned Americans, as a businessman, as a successful businessman, Akio Morita has never messed up the abacus in his heart.

How much to invest and how much to return, he calculates clearly.

If he is not an American, even if he really helps this guy named Bill to sit on the presidency of the United States--- what will he get when the time comes? Let Sony cut taxes? Or let Americans recognize the Sony brand and be unswerving?

Morita needs this Bill to make a promise, a promise that is worth as much as the contribution he makes.

It's like a tug-of-war to see who can't hold back first and break the last barrier.

Facing Bill Clinton, who was already a little anxious, Akio Morita felt that he was about to settle the other party, well, as long as it took a little time, he could make a bid at will, but at this moment---

Toot toot!

His phone rang---!