Chapter 1918: Joke

"Zhou Sang, I truly, truly appreciate your talent."

Yoshioka Kunihiko sighed, his face full of regret, but his tone carried undisguised mockery.

"But you are not a qualified businessman. To have developed the Yu Gong Group to this point, in my view, is truly a miracle. However, this miracle will never happen again."

Zhou Andong laughed: "Yoshioka President, I am young, and your words—I don't quite understand them."

Yoshioka Kunihiko also laughed, but this old devil's smile was somewhat gloomy.

"Zhou Sang, I heard that under the Yu Gong Group, the beverage company Xu Ri Sheng is preparing to list on Xiangjiang?"

Zhou Andong was startled, saying in surprise: "Yoshioka President, are you also interested in the beverage company? If it's cooperation, we can discuss it."

Looking at Zhou Andong, Yoshioka Kunihiko felt a strange illusion—was this Zhou Andong an idiot?

My words are so obvious, yet he could think of cooperation—could the Yu Gong Group really have been developed by him himself?

"Zhou Sang, what I mean is, if Xu Ri Sheng's listing on Xiangjiang encounters irresistible resistance, Sony can help."

"That's not necessary." Zhou Andong shook his head disappointedly: "Xu Ri Sheng has already completed all procedures; listing is merely a matter of time."

Yoshioka Kunihiko's heart was weary, angry to the point of almost blurting out "baka yarou"—Zhou Andong couldn't possibly be a real idiot, could he?

The threatening tone in my words is so obvious; anyone with even a bit of sense couldn't fail to hear it.

Yoshioka Kunihiko took a deep breath; if he were to maintain gentlemanly decorum, there probably wouldn't be a result by tomorrow morning.

"Zhou Sang, if Xu Ri Sheng lists on Xiangjiang, Sony can help you remove obstacles—or, of course, create them."

Zhou Andong blinked, then suddenly burst into inexplicable hysterical laughter, pointing at Yoshioka Kunihiko.

"Yoshioka President, you really know how to tell jokes—this is the funniest joke I've heard in my life."

Saying this, Zhou Andong caught his breath, then couldn't help but let out a "puchi" laugh, laughing again.

"Yoshioka President, I'll also tell you a joke. I can make Sony's stock rise, and I can also make it crash."

"Hahaha——"

Yoshioka Kunihiko also laughed, laughing louder and louder, pointing at Zhou Andong.

"Zhou Sang, your joke really killed me with laughter."

This old devil truly believed Zhou Andong was telling jokes.

Looking at the two laughing men, whether it was Qian Zhen and them or the little devils, their expressions became quite remarkable.

Each one grinned, wanting to laugh along, not knowing why they were laughing, nor finding the so-called jokes funny at all.

But if they didn't laugh, seeing the two old men laughing until they couldn't catch their breath, they'd feel out of place if they didn't join in.

So a strange atmosphere arose—each one grinning, emitting strange sounds that were neither laughter nor not.

After a while, Yoshioka Kunihiko and Zhou Andong stopped laughing loudly, and the others finally sighed in relief.

Some even rubbed their stiffened faces; they had never thought laughter could be so unpleasant.

Yoshioka Kunihiko's face gradually darkened: "Zhou Sang, do you think I'm telling jokes?"

Zhou Andong looked at Yoshioka Kunihiko with that innocent gaze: "Could it not be so?"

"Hmph!"

Yoshioka Kunihiko looked at this idiot before him—he truly didn't know how the Yu Gong Group had developed like this.

"One hundred eighty million US dollars, twenty percent of Yu Zhou Technology, and one hundred percent of Yu Zhou Technology Research Institute."

Zhou Andong looked at Yoshioka Kunihiko's eyes, also as if looking at an idiot.

"Eighty billion, not a single cent less."

Yoshioka Kunihiko knew that continuing the talk would be meaningless.

"I hope Zhou Sang won't regret it—when the time comes, if you come to me for help, even the price of one hundred eighty million US dollars won't exist anymore."

"No problem." Zhou Andong's expression looked very serious: "This eighty billion—Sony doesn't want to take it out, but I can still make money from Sony."

Making eighty billion US dollars solely by shorting Sony's stock is impossible.

But mastering so much evidence of fraud by famous Japanese companies, one could absolutely cause the Japanese stock market to collapse.

By then, the yen would certainly be dragged down as well—if Alice and Yuan Wanqi had enough courage, eighty billion US dollars could even be contemplated.

The white sugar futures market, compared to the entire Japanese stock market, is like the difference between a firefly and the moon.

Last year, being able to earn so much money in white sugar futures had two main reasons.

First, China, with its population of over ten billion, faced a shortage of raw sugar; second, the world's major sugar kings joined forces.

This caused a massive influx of hot money into the white sugar market, causing the originally small market to swell dramatically.

This allowed Zhou Andong and the several sugar kings to eat their fill and grow fat.

But now, the Japanese stock market, although after the Plaza Agreement experienced a waterfall-style crash,

still, as of now, has a basic plate of nearly one trillion US dollars.

Even if Dong Guo International and Qiu Dongfang could mobilize funds approaching ten billion US dollars.

If one merely wanted to take a bite out of Sony, it would certainly be no problem.

But if one wanted to stir up storms in the Japanese stock market, the risk would still be very high.

Because in the early 1990s, Japan's foreign exchange reserves had already reached over one hundred billion US dollars.

Therefore, one must ally with those Wall Street vampires to have any chance.

Yoshioka Kunihiko was now very certain: Zhou Andong was just an idiot.

A small-time merchant from Zhi Na, actually daring to provoke the mighty Sony.

To say he is not an idiot—no one would believe it.

"Zhou Sang, we will certainly meet again."

Yoshioka Kunihiko didn't want to waste more time—he stood up and walked out.

"President Yoshioka, I'll see you off."

As a subject of the Celestial Empire, Zhou Andong could not possibly be rude; he had to see him off.

Lan Yibin sat with a grim expression, coldly glancing at Zhou Andong as he walked behind the crowd.

Huang He's eyes were full of malice; Zhou Andong, you don't know how to appreciate kindness, and you've even offended Japanese friends—you deserve to die a thousand deaths.

After leaving the factory department, Yoshioka Kunihiko didn't utter a single polite word, got in the car, and drove away.

Zhou Andong turned around and saw Huang He and Lan Yibin, both glowering at him.

"Again!" Zhou Andong said with a smiling squint: "Two leaders, do you think our winery cafeteria food is delicious and you want to stay for a meal?"

Huang He gritted his back teeth and growled low: "Zhou Andong, do you know what you're doing?"

Zhou Andong asked in astonishment: "Leader, what do you mean by that? I feel like I'm an unforgivable criminal."

"Aren't you?" Huang He's anger had reached its peak: "Do you know how much the ministry values Sony's acquisition of Yuzhou Technology?"

"Do you know how significant keeping Sony invested is for reform and opening up, for attracting investment? Do you know that your foolish actions have caused a rift in Sino-Japanese friendship?"

"Slap!"

Zhou Andong slapped Huang He hard across the face, then kicked him, sending him flying.

With a gurgling sound, Huang He rolled several times on the ground, half his face swelling visibly.

This guy was stunned by the slap; he never dreamed Zhou Andong would dare to hit him.

Silence fell; everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Zhou Andong, except Wu Huilin and Gu Bing, of course.

Lan Yibin watched Zhou Andong, who emanated a chilling aura, and retreated two steps in fright.

How dare he, how dare he—Lan Yibin felt this guy had gone mad.

If he weren't mad, how dare he assault a superior leader?