The next morning, Fukuyamai went to work with a dark circle. He tossed and turned all night and didn't sleep well. Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, his son Kenjiro's hissing roar made him restless.

When working, his colleague looked at Fukuyama as he looked tired and asked him if he wanted to take a break. Fukuyama Xiu shook his head and said that he didn't need it.

At noon, after a morning of work, Fukuyamai and his colleagues went to the restaurant for dinner. While in the elevator, he heard two colleagues around him whisper excitedly.

"Do you know, our company has increased again today!!"

"real??"

"It's 10% higher, it's too exaggerated. You can read the news later at noon."

"Good guy, how much did you buy?"

"I don't have much money in my hands, just one thousand shares."

"That's not bad, it's not a problem to double it... Hey, I went in late, I just went in yesterday..."

"Don't panic, it's going to rise..."

The two colleagues were not loud, but they were extremely harsh when they stopped in Fukuyama's ears. After the elevator door opened, he couldn't wait to rush out and quickly walked towards the cafeteria with a meteor.

After coming to the cafeteria, he found that there had been a group of people in the cafeteria surrounding the big screen, staring at the screen directly. On the screen, the public TV station's financial channel was playing. In the channel, the host said with a sarcastic look:

"...Opening today, technology and energy stocks led the rise again, Yamato Electric Power Company rose 10% again, staged a miracle of elephants dancing. Some analysts pointed out that even though it rose nearly 80%, Yamato Electric Power Company still did not reach its peak. Let's connect with Sosuke Kitawa, a professor in the Department of Finance at the University of Tokyo to hear how he analyzed it.

"Hello Professor Kitahara."

"Hello host."

"We have seen Tokyo Electric Power Company rise for a week and have seen a rare seven consecutive positive momentum. Do you think the price of the stock has diverged from its own value?"

"Not at all." The professor of gold wire-framed glasses said firmly.

"Not at all?" the host asked in surprise: "Are you so sure?"

"Of course, after decades of loss, I can't remember when the Nikkei last flourished. Maybe it was a joke during the Heiju era, but there is no doubt that the performance of our index at this moment is accumulating strength. Yamato Power Company and many other companies are just representatives of accumulating strength. They have accumulated a large number of technologies and patents in the past few decades. Among them, Yamato Power Company has a great patent that is sufficient to represent the future of mankind, such as controlled nuclear fusion. If I want to say, such an increase is not only not deviating from its value, but is still early from its true value."

Host: "Now the Yamato Electric Power Company's stock is 580 yen per share, so how valuable is this in your mind?"

Kitahara Aosuke pushed his glasses, smiled, and asked back: "Do you really want to hear my truth?"

The host nodded: "Of course!"

Kitahara Aosuke took a deep breath, widened his eyes and said, "In my mind, the stock value of this company is at least 5,000 yen per share!"

"Alas!!"

Hearing Bei Cang's statement, not only did the host take a breath, but also the many employees of Dahe Electric Power Company gathered under the big screen. They talked and talked endlessly.

Only Fukuyamai was very upset and irritated by such news. He walked to the big screen with big strides and turned off the news with a click.

The screen went black and everyone stopped talking, looking at Fukuyama in front of the big screen in shock. Fukuyama pointed at them and scolded: "Everyone is not doing their jobs and watching news, no scientific researchers are like you. Hurry up and go to work after dinner. We still have a lot of work to do!"

Fukuyamajing is the company's chief scientific consultant. In the past, everyone in the company said that his orders would be implemented. However, this time, Fukuyamajing encountered an obstacle.

"But we also have to eat. Senior Fukuyama, if you don't eat, go to work, there is no such thing."

A technician said.

"Just eat, what financial channel is it? Is this a stock exchange?" Fukuyama asked sternly.

"It's a stock exchange, it's not now."

A logistics director said angrily: "We didn't break the law, and we didn't steal and rob, so we couldn't read the news, aren't we allowed to read the news?"

His aggrieved voice attracted everyone in the cafeteria to echo. They said to Fukuyamai: "Professor Fukuyama, work and rest are combined. You can't force us to work all day, as that will make us lose our nerves!"

"Doctor, don't be too rigid, make some adjustments."

"Yes, I need to relax occasionally."

"Yeah yeah."

....

Seeing that none of these colleagues were standing beside him and talking to him, Fukuyama's heart suddenly became cold. He pointed at a group of people and couldn't speak for a long time, but these people were not his sons after all, and they couldn't use whips as disobedient as his son. He couldn't. He finally shook his hands and walked out the door with big strides.

Leaving the employee cafeteria, it was summer outside the house, and the cicadas were chirping, and Fukuyamajing was even more upset.

(If he hadn't sold yesterday, his current assets should be...)

Shaking his head, Fukuyamajing threw this idea out fiercely. It must be because of the pressure he had been under too much recent, which caused him to be no longer focused on scientific research. He had to vent his heart.

With this idea, Fukuyamajing came to a newly opened bar in the industrial park. This bar was built by Yamato Power Company and was specially designed for the relaxation of senior officials.

Fukuyamajing entered the bar and planned to find a place to have a drink and slowly.

However, he had just sat at the bar and ordered a glass of wine. A man in the bar stood up and said happily: "Dr. Fukuyama, why are you interested in coming to drink?"

Fukuyamai looked closely and found that it was Nishimura Shi. He was sitting in the bar, holding a cigar, and sucking in the same compartment with a few men in the same suit.

Seeing Fukuyamai, Shi Nishimura immediately walked over quickly, held his shoulder, took him away from his original position, and took him to the compartment. He said to several men opposite him who were also holding cigars and smoky in the opposite direction, "Look, this is the internationally renowned thermonuclear expert you mentioned, the most famous scientific research talent in Japan, Fukuyamai, the article in "The Sun" was published by him!"

After hearing what Nishimura Shi said, the people on the other side looked straight, stood up one by one, shook hands with Fukuyamai one by one, and introduced themselves. It turned out that these people were executives of different Japanese groups, and behind each one was a well-known large company.

Such courtesy made Fukuyamai temporarily forget about the stocks. After a greeting, he sat down and asked Nishimura Shi, "What are you doing here?"

"We are discussing a cocktail party." Nishimura Shi supported Fukuyamai's shoulder and said intimately: "To discuss the future of Japan and the new energy industry all over the world."

As he said that, Shi Nishimura leaned over and said, "Dr. Fukuyama, I originally planned to tell you tonight, for fear of affecting your work. But it's better to come early than to come by. How about you taking some time to join us in the new energy industry cocktail party?"

After hearing what Shi Nishimura said, Fukuyama subconsciously wanted to refuse, and he still had many research tasks that he had not completed.

But Shi Nishimura seemed to see his refusal. He said, "Dr. Fukuyama, I think you are always researching and you must be very tired, but don't worry, this is not the kind of interview you used to be, it's just a cocktail party, you can just come as you relax, no one will force you to do anything."

Nishimura Shi's words touched Fukuyamai. He was indeed under great pressure. If it was just a cocktail party, he would undoubtedly be sleepy and sent a pillow. He had no reason to refuse.

At night, Fukuyamai, who had finished his day working, sat on Nishimura Shi's Rolls-Royce and drove to Tokyo Ginza with him.

After coming to Ginza, he saw colorful lights and young people everywhere, dressed in colorful clothes and were extremely fashionable. He either stepped out of a luxury car or took selfies in groups of three or five under the brilliant and shiny lights.

Although Fukuyamai lives in Tokyo, he has never been to Ginza, and the reason why he has not been here is very simple. The consumption here is too high.

Shi Nishimura parked his car in front of a huge hotel with a red carpet, and immediately a young waiter stepped forward and opened the car door for him. Shi Nishimura held Fukuyamai's shoulder, walked out of the Rolls-Royce with a hearty smile, and by the way he threw the car keys to the waiter.

Fukuyamai followed Nishimura Shi and walked into the hotel. The hotel even pointed out that it was obvious that all young and beautiful waiters were walking around. If you only look at these waiters, it would be full of vitality and full of vitality.

But if you think of the birth rate of less than 0.6 in the entire Japan, Fukuyamai was a little chilled.

What exactly went wrong?

He doesn't know.

Perhaps only controlled nuclear fusion can solve all this.

Follow Shi Nishimura into the elevator, and the two of them went straight to the highest floor of the hotel along the transparent elevator shaft.

The fully transparent glass exterior wall here is colorfully illuminated by the interior spotlights. The fragrant flowers embellish it like a fairyland. Champagne, air-conditioned, flows down from the pyramid-like glass bottles, and various seafood and top-quality meat are neatly placed in silver dining plates. Under the gilded light, the band plays gentle music on the stage.

Of course, more conspicuous are the waiters walking around. Their outfits are obviously much more exposed than those below, with their thighs and chests exposed. The handsome men and women are all pretty models with one in a million figures.

These young men kept smiling and walked through the crowds of people who came with silver plates. Those people were as big as Fukuyamai, or even older than him. They were all wearing dresses and famous watches, and were majestic. Compared with them, Fukuyamai, wearing suits and tie, looked extremely shabby.

After arriving here, Shi Nishimura took a glass of champagne from the tray of a beautiful messenger, and pinched the beauty's butt, and said to Fukuyamai: "Today I just relax and enjoy it. When I have enough fun, I'll take you back."

Despite Shi Nishimura, Fukuyamai still felt very restrained. He had never been to such a place. He was not sure whether he could achieve the goal of relaxation in such a place.

When he wanted to tell Shi Nishimura about his confusion, he had already taken the champagne and greeted the others at the party. Fukuyamai didn't want Shi Nishimura to leave, after all, he didn't know anyone here.

But Shi Nishimura had already left, and he couldn't act too restrictive. He took a quick look around and saw a window not far away. He planned to sit there with a glass of champagne and wait for the end of the cocktail party while drinking.

However, when he had just walked to the position of the pyramid of Champagne Glass, someone suddenly called his name tentatively.

"You are... Fukuyamai?"
Chapter completed!