White Swan Hot Spring Swimming Pool---

In the unfathomable depths of the pool, eight Sony executives struggled in the water one by one. Among them, those who know how to swim can say that they are doing dog planing, or spitting bubbles, and those who can't swim swallow the pool water directly, showing their teeth and claws in the water, and almost shouting "help".

Fully, three minutes.

Akio Morita, who was wearing a bathing robe, waved his hand and said to the people around him, "Okay, pull them up!"

The men didn't care much, so they hurriedly jumped into the water and rescued the eight unlucky ones.

Looking at the eight Sony executives again, the oldest one was lying on the ground, squirting water in his mouth, it looked like he had poured a lot just now, his stomach was bulging, and the other seven people were almost embarrassed, their originally straight suits were wet and dripping with water, their hair was also wet, and they were also dripping with water, some of their lips were black, and some were rolling their eyes and panting......

Akio Morita didn't give them time to rest at all, and suddenly, he knocked on the armrest of the chair with his hand, tuk-tuk!

Immediately, the eight guys who looked like they were about to die got up from the ground quickly, and those who couldn't stand up rolled a few times and were pulled up.

Once again, they lined up according to their positions and stood respectfully in front of Akio Morita.

Akio Morita looked at them and said, "Isn't it a bad feeling to be on the verge of death?"

Eight people did not speak.

For them, the one in front of them is the real horror, as for the damn pool, pediatrics.

The eight characters on both sides of Akio Morita's mouth became more profound, his face drooped, and he stared fiercely at Kimura Nakao, the highest position, with triangular eyes, and said, "Kimura, tell me, what does death taste like?"

Nakao Kimura immediately said "Hayi" and said: "The taste of death is very painful, very uncomfortable, and it feels like hell to torture people. ”

"That's right. Morita said, "Now the situation of our Sony in the United States is like this--- it is like hell, our brand is frantically suppressed, suppressed, and trampled on the head by the unknown Vanke VCD, but what about you, what have you done?"

Eight men were silent again.

"Kimura, you're playing golf, aren't you?"

Nakao Kimura's body shook.

"Okamoto, you're dating that female star, aren't you?" The cold sweat on the bald Kimura's forehead came out.

"As for you, Hirota, what are you doing?"

Hirota, who was five short figures, immediately knelt down, prostrate in front of Akio Morita, supported the ground with both hands, looked up at Morita with sincere fear and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have taken bribes from the companies below!"

Akio Morita smiled, and smiled gently, but this mildness made people have an indescribable horror.

Pointing his finger at Hirota, "You, from today onwards, will no longer hold the position of president, go to the warehouse!"

"Please, give me another chance!President, Lord, Lord! Please!" Hirota hugged Morita's thighs and begged for mercy with tears in his eyes.

Sheng Tian kicked him away, letting the people around him drag down Hirota, who was crying profusely.

Eight people, in an instant, became seven.

Listening to Hirota's heart-rending cry, they were saddened by the death of the rabbit and the fox.

What kind of existence is Hirota?

One of the eight presidents of Sony in Japan, the person who even the Japanese prime minister had to meet in person, and the person who even the mayor of Tokyo had to help open the door, was dismissed by Akio Morita with a word, and he was knocked from the sky to the ground, from the president to the warehouse staff, and he couldn't turn over at all.

This is not important, what is important is how Hirota, who was once domineering, will live in the future? How will he face those staff and subordinates who have been oppressed by him and trampled under his feet?

Then the only way Hirota can take in the end is to --- suicide!

Suicide, especially by caesarean section, is a glorious tradition in Japan, and this tradition has been well "inherited" by Sony.

In the forty or fifty years since Sony was founded, the number of suicides among its employees was the largest among major Japanese companies, and it can even be said that it was "far ahead", far exceeding its competitors Panasonic, Hitachi, and JVC, reaching a staggering 237 people, and an average of three or four people choose to commit suicide every year.

If you have studied Sony in detail, you will find that among the people who have committed suicide in Sony for so many years, ordinary employees are far smaller than those in management--- and the more high-level those who are in high positions, they are easy to commit suicide in the end, mainly because the psychological gap is too large.

It turns out that Sony has always implemented a high-level centralization of power--- as a senior executive of the company, it has supreme power and can decide the life and death of many employees with one word.

Since then, it has also created the habit of many senior managers of Sony to be arrogant and take down people who are not suitable for others.

This kind of highly centralized power management system can mobilize the collective executive power to the greatest extent, but the disadvantage is that if this high-level person steps down, it will become the target of public criticism, become the object of people's hatred and jealousy, and thus become a victim of their anger and resentment.

And this is what Akio Morita wants--- he deliberately cultivates the arrogant personality of the high-level personnel, and gives them great power, so that they can use centralized power to manage their subordinates, which is equivalent to whipping those hard-working mules and horses, and paying hard work and sweat for Sony. After that, when the anger and resentment of those employees are about to erupt, Sheng Tian will throw out a substitute ghost, remove a high-ranking person, throw him to the bottom, and let others ravage him.

Akio Morita's terrifying "imperial technique" made everyone shudder, but the pursuit of power made many people follow one after another, constantly jumping into Akio Morita's dice and letting him handle it.

"The power is for you to give you, I can take it away at any time, I can abandon you at any time and make you a victim!"

"It's your honor to sacrifice for Sony!"

In the face of seven frightened high-level officials, Akio Morita did not shy away from it and said nakedly.

No one dared to refute it, and no one dared to speak.

Sheng Tian is so domineering, so cold-blooded and ruthless.

But since they have chosen to sit in this position, it is equivalent to having put their lives in the hands of Morita with everything they have--- for Sony, they are willing to sacrifice, or rather, in order to be able to sit on this throne of power and enjoy this short-term glory, they are willing to sacrifice.

"Okay, now who can tell me what to do?" Morita asked.

This time, Kimura stood up for the first time, he wanted to make Morita think that he was still useful, and before it was time to be abandoned, everyone else had this mentality, but it was a pity that Kimura took the lead.

Kimura said, "Don't worry, Lord Grown! I will personally fly to the United States to assist Koji Ueno over there and bring our Sony video recorders back into the market--- Vanke VCD will definitely not replace our products." ”

"What if it replaces?" Morita asked, squinting.

For his subordinates, he has always only looked at the results, not the process.

"I'll resign as president and go to the warehouse with Hirota!" said Nakao Kimura firmly.

Akio Morita smiled, then pointed at Kimura: "I'm waiting for your good news!"

Kimura: "Hai!"

At this time, it is no longer a critical moment whether he can win the victory, but whether he can save his life, so in the face of Song Zhichao, a Hong Kong man who suddenly entered the American market, Nakao Kimura is full of resentment--- for him and Song Zhichao, either you die, or I live!