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Chapter 1191: Chapter 1049: Beneath the Deep Pool (Please Subscribe!)
Delivery.
An extremely primitive method. 𝓃𝓸𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
It was a spur-of-the-moment idea from Tang Qing.
When he had nothing better to do, he enjoyed visiting the Research Area to check on the latest achievements of the scientists. Sometimes, struck by a sudden inspiration, he would ask them if something could be made possible.
He remembered seeing that kind of magic money in "Magic Thieves" and thought it was interesting, so he casually inquired about it. To his surprise, the scientists came up with more than a dozen plans without much effort.
Some ignited upon contact with water.
Others were even capable of exploding.
Still others would quickly dissolve into a puddle of liquid when exposed to the air, which was quite fascinating, although a pity that they were of no practical use and were just for amusement in this context.
Realizing that something serious was underway,
Mu Dong hastily reported back to the domestic front.
In the end,
after weighing the pros and cons,
the domestic side chose to tentatively trust.
After all, the wealth of the Maruyama Clan was immense, and transferring it rashly was not a wise move. Anyway, the person helping them this time was, from the viewpoint of the Maruyama Clan, on the same side as they were.
...
Tokyo.
Mitani.
One of the three largest slums in Japan.
Inside a crowded two-story apartment, several people were beating up a man with punches and kicks.
"Bastard, you said last week you’d pay back the money, and now you’re telling me you don’t have a single penny, are you playing me for a fool?" The most ferocious of the beaters was a man whose arm was covered in tattoos.
In Japan, this was typical of a social outcast.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry..." The man being beaten kept apologizing. Although he was in pain, not a single tear fell from his eyes, which held only resilience.
He had sold all the gold and silver jewelry his parents had left him, which was just enough to pay off his debt.
But last night,
in the time it took to step out to buy groceries, his home was burglarized. Now, he was utterly impoverished, pushed to a dead end. He thought about suicide, perhaps the world did not welcome him.
After a while,
the group got bored of beating him.
"That’s enough for today, go scrounge up the money. I’ll come back tomorrow, and if you don’t have it, I can’t guarantee you’ll remain in one piece."
After speaking,
the leader turned and left.
Yasushi Onoda endured the pain and sat up.
No tears.
The pain from his wounds gradually transformed into a stimulus that made him feel alive, not just a lone soul. Recalling his life, a smile appeared on Yasushi Onoda’s face.
It was a memory he cherished.
A memory of his parents.
Sadly, it had all been shattered. He was left alone, but he hadn’t given up. He had worked tirelessly, struggled day and night, and gave his all, yet he was still kept out of the mainstream by this stubborn society.
His parents had been poisoned to death.
His girlfriend, whom he was about to marry, had been cruelly imprisoned by a few mentally deranged perverts. By the time she was found, she had lost her sanity and was now in a psychiatric hospital. He felt he was the most unfortunate person.
He hated this numb society.
He despised those lying bureaucrats of Japan.
He hated...
"Mr. Yasushi Onoda."
Suddenly, someone at the door called his name. Yasushi Onoda looked up to see a man dressed in a suit, looking like a successful individual. He, once, had owned such attire.
"Who are you?" Yasushi Onoda asked, looking up with a cold gaze.
The visitor spoke for himself.
"Last night, the money was stolen by the same group who’s demanding it from you. The people who beat you just now, the ones who poisoned your parents, and those who caused your girlfriend to end up like this."
"Six lives in total, what can they be exchanged for with you?"
Yasushi Onoda stared intently at the newcomer.
After a long while.
"My everything."
"Deal."
...
Oita District.
Inside an office building.
"Now in Japan’s society, the people at the bottom have lost access to economic dominance, and no new tycoon has emerged in decades. This is the loss of social equitability and a surrender to it."
"Our goal is to break this situation and provide this generation with a role model. If we can become a consortium in the future, its name will definitely be ’Hope.’"
"President, we are willing to follow you to establish our own business order."
...
The following week.
Thousands of fighters returned to Japan from various countries under various identities, using their strong professional knowledge and the guise of ’returning to serve the country’ to join the major Japanese consortia and business organizations.
Why set up such a big plan in Japan?
Tang Qing’s logic was simple: in the future, these guys might threaten me, so to avoid being caught off guard, I took precautions in advance and planted some spikes over there.
If you dare to mess with me, I’m not easy to bully; I’ll stir up some trouble inside for you.
Like the hidden chess piece Yasushi Onoda.
Tang Qing had placed many.
Japan.
Almost identical to the United States, it is also a country where capital consortia hold significant power. The country’s economy and politics are almost entirely under the influence of these major consortia, just not as deeply as in the United States.
Because Japan still has an Emperor.
Through historical inheritance.
It allowed the social structure of Japan to withstand the impact of Western liberal ideologies, with an internal system that was still strict and ordered. Everyone’s behaviors and thoughts were constrained.
What followed.
Was class solidification.
In such a place, the fighters’ effectiveness was restricted.
Because most of the significant rights in Japanese society were held by established powers, even if fighters entered and spent money, vying for over a decade, they could not achieve any high positions.
Therefore, upon the suggestion of the Command Room, Tang Qing approved the adoption of a ’combination punch’ strategy.
First, support one or several official forces in Japan.
Second, get involved in the underground world of Japan.
Third, cultivate new consortium forces in Japan.
Like ERV.
If Tang Qing attempted it himself, once it grew strong, it would certainly face targeting by officials or corporations from the United States and other Western countries, the kind that would relentless until its downfall, which was something anyone could predict.
Now.
ERV became an American company.
It could realize Tang Qing’s other ideas, such as punching Microsoft, kicking Google, and battering other American giants with a ’historical mission,’ and the U.S. government would definitely not intervene.
If the U.S. government dared to intervene.
American people would not agree, as it would hinder fair competition.
Besides Japan.
South Korea was also part of this ’plan,’ but South Korea’s plan was slightly different. In Japan, the main goal was to cultivate emerging consortia, while in South Korea, the primary target was to dismantle the massive entity Samsung.
Acquisition was impossible.
A corporation accounting for nearly twenty percent of South Korea’s GDP was terrifying, and in Tang Qing’s view, in the strategy for South Korea, he did not allow such an impressive company to exist.
Even if there was one.
It would have to be ours.
Only with its fall.
Would new consortia in South Korea have their day to rise.
In short.
For these two neighbors Tang Qing didn’t much care for, he was ready to cause trouble for both sides, just watching the drama unfold from aside. What Tang Qing wanted to be was the biggest crocodile under the still waters.
Outsiders know there’s a crocodile in the deep pond.
But they just can’t find it.
And it.
Will always be the apex of the food chain in this stretch of water.
