Song Zhichao stays in the hotel, in the room—

In the bedroom, Fu Qingying had already fallen asleep. The pregnant women seemed to be particularly sleepy, and the same was Fu Qingying. The heroic, domineering and cruel rich lady in the past became another person during her pregnancy. She was like a different person in her behavior and speech.

She originally didn't like to eat pig's feet the most, but she asked Song Zhichao to get a portion of braised pig's feet for her not long ago.

This is Tokyo, Japan, not Hong Kong. You can imagine how much effort Song Zhichao has put into getting this pig's feet.

Two big guys, Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong, drove around all the "Chinatowns" around Tokyo overnight, and then they bought a delicious "branded pork trotter" at 11 o'clock in the evening.

To be honest, Song Zhichao felt that this "unpretentious" braised pig's feet was even sharper than Yang Guifei's eating lychees. He was "a man with a ride on the world of a concubine" and his side was "a plate of pig's feet, Miss Fu's smile".

Pregnant women are unreasonable. They will change their eating habits and become unreasonable. In this regard, Fu Qingying is still good. At least she only changes her eating habits, not yet at the same time.

Song Zhichao stood at the head of the bed, silently looked at Fu Qingying who had just fallen asleep, combed her slightly messy hair with her hands, took out the thin space quilt, gently covered her body, and then took the air conditioner remote control, and turned the temperature to the most appropriate degree. Then he gently closed the door and left the bedroom.

...

Inside the living room outside—

The lights are bright. As a royal lawyer brought by Song Zhichao from Hong Kong, Bi Wenfeng is sorting out information with a Japanese lawyer.

Seeing Song Zhichao come out, Bi Wenfeng said a few words of English to the Japanese lawyer, and the lawyer bowed to Song Zhichao politely again, then stepped back and left.

I have to say that Song Zhichao admires the Japanese etiquette very much, and it makes people feel very comfortable when they see it, even if these etiquettes are actually hypocritical.

After the Japanese lawyer left, Song Zhichao asked Bi Wenfeng, "How are the information prepared?"

Bi Wenfeng gave Song Zhichao the documents he had just sorted out and said, "It's almost done, this is a drafting document. See if there is any place to be modified."

Song Zhichao picked up the document and looked through it carefully for a few questions. He then returned it to Bi Wenfeng, putting one hand in his pocket and holding a cigarette, saying, "These chaebol groups are all cunning. If the documents are not sorted out, they will be fooled by them if they are not careful."

Bi Wenfeng nodded, "But if you want to trade technology for their semiconductor raw materials, no matter how you look at it, you will suffer."

Song Zhichao laughed: "There is no eternal loss in this world, nor is there eternal gains. All it is just a change of time."

Bi Wenfeng: "You mean..."

"There are so many core technologies in mobile phones. Now we only need to throw out some inexpensive technologies that will soon be replaced as bait, and we can exchange them for the support of their resources. In terms of long-term interests, we are the winner." Song Zhichao took a ruthless puff of smoke, shrouding smoke, covering his handsome face.

"What's more, the three of them will definitely bite dogs now. No matter who gets our technical support, they will be able to gain the upper hand in the mobile phone market. The headache is now they are right. They are all guessing what conditions they will give us as opponents."

Bi Wenfeng nodded: "Sony mobile phones have a certain share in the global market, and Sharp mobile phones are relatively sharp in Japan, so the weakest one is Toshiba, a subsidiary of Mitsui Group..."

Song Zhichao looked at Bi Wenfeng and smiled: "What do you mean is Mitsui Group offering the highest price?"

Bi Wenfeng: "If they have ambitions for the mobile phone market, they will!"

Song Zhichao found the ashtray, gently flicked the ash, and smiled and said, "But Masao Mitsui is a famous old stubborn man."

"Isn't the one who comes into contact with you his grandson Yasuo Mitsui? A person who is unwilling to be mediocre and wants to return to the Mitsui Group is definitely a good pawn that can be used." Bi Wenfeng said.

"It's a pity that this young master Mitsui has a bad personality. No matter his grandfather or other shareholders of the group, he doesn't like him." Song Zhichao scratched his left eyebrow with his cigarette and scratched his tail finger.

"Then do we want to help him?" Bi Wenfeng suddenly asked.

Song Zhichao chuckled, "Then do it according to your wishes. After all, Young Master Mitsui is also a very cute person. Without him, no one would give me Tokyo real estate worth 300 million for free - oh by the way, it seems that the hotel we stayed at also has his share of the shares. Remember to get a VIP card when you leave, and also ask the front desk to get a 30% discount."

Bi Wenfeng: "..."

Looking at Bi Wenfeng's confused look, Song Zhichao said helplessly: "Your boss is poor - don't think he brought YiBi over here, you know that it's a scary person. Now you have to spend a penny."

Bi Wenfeng could only smile bitterly when he heard this. There was one thing Song Zhichao said right. The so-called "one hundred billion" was actually a cover. The real Song Zhichao could not provide so much money at all, otherwise he would not have to "convene conditions" with the three major Japanese consortiums and "use technology to exchange materials."

...

After discussing the matter here, Song Zhichao crushed the cigarette he was holding into a red crystal ashtray in the shape of a petal and asked Bi Wenfeng: "Where are those guys in Hong Kong? Have you started to act?"

Bi Wenfeng nodded: "We have started to do it - since you brought YiBiyi to Japan to fight the three major consortiums, there has been some movement between HSBC and Citibank."

Song Zhichao smiled slightly: "Where is the old fox Soros, he won't hold his troops still, right?"

Bi Wenfeng: "You also say he is an old fox. Of course, someone else has to do the charge. He hid behind him and waited for an opportunity, just like a poisonous snake, ready to bite us hard when we were in the most difficult time."

Song Zhichao's eyes narrowed, and a hint of coldness flashed, "Since you want to catch a poisonous snake, you have to hit seven inches - then we have to be weaker, and the poisonous snake will crawl out when it is dying..."

“You mean…”

Song Zhichao interrupted Bi Wenfeng's guess: "Let everyone start to act - Japan and Hong Kong are doing it at the same time. I don't want to delay these messy things anymore." After saying that, his eyes became extremely vicious.

Bi Wenfeng couldn't help but fight a cold war, not because of Song Zhichao's sinister eyes, but because of his next actions.

Because as the closest person to Song Zhichao, he would know how big the situation Song Zhichao had set up this time, not only did the three major Japanese consortiums, the two major banks in Hong Kong, and also the British Empire, which was a bystander, also played by him.

The wind and clouds are surging.

Bi Wenfeng is looking forward to the war that will come.

Life and death, recreate the world!
Chapter completed!