Chapter 2760
Sensitive Japanese
Chapter 2760 Sensitive Japanese
Edo, the island of Wa (Japan).
This is a detached house located in the suburbs.
As dusk settles, the smooth walls outside the small building reflect the last rays of the setting sun in all directions, like the last rays of the sun.
The wind chimes hanging under the porch were stirred by the evening breeze, and their tinkling sound startled the calico cat that was resting on the eaves.
It raised its head, slowly scanned its surroundings, paused for a moment on a group of men in black, and then looked toward its master.
After seeing its owner still standing through the glass window, it slowly lay down again, letting the wind chimes continue to ring, unable to stop its laziness.
Inside the house, the middle-aged man, who was the host, stood respectfully with his legs together, not daring to overstep his bounds in the slightest.
In front of him, three elderly people sat casually, with one of them even lifting his foot and picking at his toes.
"Jiro, you did a good job this time."
The elderly man on the right suddenly spoke, and the middle-aged man immediately bowed and greeted him, "Hi."
"For the empire, I would gladly die ten thousand deaths."
"well!"
The old man was very satisfied with the middle-aged man's attitude, and while smiling, he also nodded to the man in black beside him.
The man in black who had come with him immediately placed the box he was carrying in front of the middle-aged man and gently opened it.
In an instant, stacks of US dollars appeared in the box, and the middle-aged man's eyes widened in shock.
"This is your reward. We will never treat the warriors who serve the Empire unfairly."
The middle-aged man nodded again, "Yes, sir, I will not let you down."
"Yoshi~~"
The old man drew out his words again, then fell silent.
"Jiro-kun."
At this moment, the old man who was picking his toes leaned back in his chair, his voice icy, which made the middle-aged man quickly turn to the side, bend over, nod, and say "Hi".
The entire process is completed in one second.
"You did a very good job in this collaboration with the United States."
"I believe that it won't be long before our Ōsumi will be able to fly into the sky and become the faith of the people."
"Hi."
The middle-aged man's face also showed joy and excitement. "I believe that the empire will surely break through its current predicament and once again become the focus of the world."
The old man smiled, then switched to the other foot and continued picking at his toes.
At this moment, the middle-aged man, who had remained silent until now, slowly raised his head and said in a serious tone, "I've come here for two reasons. First, to reward you for your work during this period. I hope you will not slacken your efforts and will continue to serve the Empire."
"Hi!"
"Secondly, we have recently received some news that a game console from China is developing rapidly in the domestic market."
"An investigation has revealed that this game console has seriously harmed the physical and mental health of the Empire's youth and severely damaged the Empire's current economic structure."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately thought of the game console on his bedside table, which he had bought with a year's salary.
However, the game was novel, and the difficulty of the levels kept increasing, making him feel like he couldn't stop playing.
Looking back now, even someone as self-disciplined as him became addicted to it, let alone young people who grew up in a greenhouse.
If things continue like this, the middle generation was already severely damaged by the epidemic, and if the next generation is ruined by indulging in frivolous pursuits, what hope does the empire have?
This is an open conspiracy, a calculated move aimed at the future of the empire.
This is digging up the roots of the empire.
No, absolutely not.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man shouted excitedly, "Yes, Your Majesty! I will stop it immediately! I will never let the game console poison the future of the empire!"
"idiot!"
"Hi!"
The middle-aged man must have said something wrong, because the old man in the middle suddenly became angry and quickly bowed his head and bent over at almost a 90-degree angle.
"Baka! Don't you know that the people selling game consoles are all businessmen from the United States?"
"Have you forgotten that we're in free trade? You bastard."
The middle-aged man then realized that they had no jurisdiction over goods from the United States.
At that moment, the middle-aged man felt a pang of regret.
I regret my decision back then.
The middle-aged man was at a loss and could only continue to wait, bowing his head.
"We have already arranged for people to start researching the game console."
After a long silence, the old man in the middle spoke again.
The middle-aged man looked at his own floor, completely baffled. What kind of thought process was this?
Are we going to join foreigners in ruining our own flowers?
Then the old man continued, “We must portray the heroic image of the empire in the game and guide young people to the right values, just like the ‘soldier role-playing’ game that children played during the Sino-Japanese War. This is the kind of game that the empire should play in the future.”
"Yes, I understand."
The middle-aged man understood the old man's good intentions, and then straightened up, followed by a crisp cracking sound.
"Jiro, your mission is to go to Hong Kong and get hold of the production technology for this game console."
"Hi!"
"I will definitely complete the task."
Hearing that they were going to Hong Kong instead of China, the middle-aged man felt a sense of relief.
At least for now, Hong Kong is still in British hands, so it's still easy for them to go there.
Moreover, they also have many businesses in Hong Kong and wield considerable influence.
As long as you're willing to spend money, someone will always help you.
"Okay, you need to get this done as soon as possible; we need this technology."
"Hi!"
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the three of them got up and walked outside.
The middle-aged man hurriedly followed behind, and only after seeing the three off and watching a row of black cars drive away did he head back to his residence.
At that moment, two women were sitting in the living room.
Instantly, the man felt his back, which had been a little sore from bowing, regain its strength.
Canon office building.
Rikiichiro Morita rubbed his sore eyes, then vigorously rubbed his rough face.
Only after he had calmed down considerably did he stroke his long beard and wallow in self-pity.
He's been working hard in the office for two and a half months now!
During this period, apart from routine physical activities, he spent his time either organizing his thoughts in the office or leading research and development work in the laboratory.
Even so, the task assigned by the superiors has not been completed in the past two months.
According to company requirements, he was supposed to produce results by March 1st.
The development of photocopiers is extremely difficult.
Even though they had a time-copying machine that they had secretly acquired, and even though he disassembled it and studied it for more than half a month, they still made no progress.
He did consider creating a Canon copier based on the idea of the time-traveling copier.
But as soon as he voiced his idea, he was severely reprimanded by the club president.
People will only remember the first one of the same thing.
Secondly, in people's eyes, they are losers.
Therefore, what he needs to do is surpass the time photocopier.
But this is so difficult.
After two months of hard work, on March 1st, he finally came up with only one design proposal.
As for whether it can be made, and what the effect will be, he cannot guarantee.
On that day, he had no choice but to bury his head between his legs and kneel at the office door.
He failed the president's expectations and, more importantly, his subordinates' hopes.
Thanks to Minister Kimura Gorokuro's intercession with President Tomioka Yukio, the deadline was extended to the end of the month.
However, at the current pace, let alone a few days, it might not be possible to finish it even in another month.
Thinking of this, Morita Rikiichiro's heart felt as dark as the night outside, devoid of light.
"Another lonely night!"
Rikiichiro Morita got up and walked to the coffee machine, mechanically picking up a cup and spoon to make coffee.
At that moment, all he could think about was his wife, Haruko.
When I was at home, she was always by my side, no matter how late I worked.
If I'm hungry, she'll prepare rice balls for me.
If you're thirsty, she'll prepare coffee for you.
When she's sleepy, she'll rub her head and massage it to relax...
But now...
"It's been over two months. I wonder how Haruko is doing?"
Rikiichiro Morita stirred his coffee and slowly walked back to his chair, his mind filled with his wife's every smile and gesture, which was the driving force that had kept him going until now.
Making sure your wife has a better life and your child has a good environment to grow up in—isn't that what a true man of the Yellow River should do?
"I gave all my salary to my family, so I hope Haruko isn't suffering!" Morita Rikiichiro chuckled softly, then cheered himself on, waving his fist at the empty office and shouting, "Go for it! Rikiichiro, you can do it!"
"Haruko, wait for me!"
Instantly, they were full of energy.
Papapa
Suddenly, applause came from outside the door.
Rikiichiro Morita turned around abruptly and saw President Goro Kimura push open the door and walk in.
"President!"
Rikiichiro Morita immediately stood up, then took two quick steps and bent down.
"Yoshi, Morita-kun, I could feel your morale even outside."
"You're great."
Goro Kimura patted Rikiichiro Morita's shoulder forcefully, his expression quite pleased.
He then placed the bag on the table, saying, "This is some sushi I bought when I passed by a convenience store. I know you work hard overtime, so I bought it for you to enjoy."
Seeing the other person's expression, Morita Rikiichiro was deeply moved.
It was so late, and the company president still came to bring him food. Morita Rikiichiro would remember this kindness for the rest of his life.
"I am honored by your kindness, President. I will do my utmost to get the photocopier made as soon as possible."
Upon hearing Morita Rikiichiro's statement, Kimura Gorokuro nodded with satisfaction, "Yoshi."
"Morita-kun, you know the significance behind this matter."
"It concerns the face of our great river people."
"Morita-kun, please."
Kimura Gorokuro brought his legs together and bent his body slightly downwards.
"Yes, Morita will definitely complete the mission."
"Yoshi!"
Kimura Goro gave another satisfied sigh, then patted Morita on the shoulder, "Good luck, Morita-kun."
"Hi!"
Watching Kimura Gorokuro's departing figure, Morita Rikiichiro was deeply moved.
Sitting back in his chair, opening the sushi he had brought, Morita Rikiichiro took a deep breath. "For the president, for Canon, for the people of Taiga, I must succeed."
After saying that, he picked up a sushi and stuffed it into his mouth.
Soft and chewy, a little salty.
After taking a bite, Rikiichiro Morita suddenly exclaimed, "How come this sushi tastes so much like Haruko's?"
"It must be because he hasn't been home for a long time and misses it."
Rikiichiro Morita found an excuse for himself, then thought of the president's care, and decided to have the sushi for tomorrow's breakfast and work overtime tonight.
"Go forth, Rikiichiro!"
……
Meanwhile, the three elderly people left the suburbs and drove to the city center.
However, just as the three-person convoy reached the intersection, a black sedan sped up in front of the convoy, and a man in black pulled on the car window and waved his hand forcefully.
Upon seeing this, the convoy commander frowned, rolled down the car window, and after some questioning, the convoy slowly came to a stop on the side of the road.
Of the three, the elderly man who was picking his toes got off the bus immediately.
A moment later, the old man hurriedly turned around and jumped into the car.
"Yamamoto, what's wrong?"
Seeing the anxious look on the old man's face, the old man, who was originally sitting in the middle, spoke up unhappily.
They need to maintain at least a certain level of authority in front of their subordinates.
However, the carefully maintained dignity crumbled immediately upon hearing the news, and his face turned ugly.
"This is real?"
The old man standing nearby was also deeply shaken, and his throat felt dry as he spoke.
As soon as he boarded the bus, the old man glanced at the documents, then at the files, swallowed hard, and nodded vigorously.
"Yes, it must be true!"
The old man then leaned back against the wall, his mind filled with deep and painful memories.
A mushroom cloud rose into the sky, blotting out the sun...
Fear gripped them, and the three fell silent.
The convoy continued on its way, but the people inside felt oppressed, as if the darkness above them was the destructive flames of Amaterasu, terrifying and suffocating.
The car stopped again.
The car door was opened by the guards.
However, the three hesitated to make a move.
The guard looked puzzled but dared not make a decision on his own, and could only wait patiently from the sidelines.
“We want to protest!”
Suddenly, the elderly man who was in charge spoke up.
The sound was like that of a night owl!
How to protest?
The old man on the right stopped picking his toes and started picking his nose instead. Even though there was nothing in his nasal cavity, he kept picking it tightly, as if it would make his breathing easier.
"And do you think protesting is useful?"
After the old man finished speaking, the entire car fell silent.
"Not protesting is even more unacceptable!"
The old man on the right, who had been silent until now, slowly opened his mouth.
Then a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, followed by a sense of determination.
"This matter requires careful consideration!"
After a long while, the old man in the middle took a deep breath, and then his expression became unusually firm.
……
As the sun rises in the east, ships crisscross the Edogawa River, their ripples washing over the seawalls on both banks, the splashes of water dissipating quickly like bubbles.
In the past, early risers would take a walk on the seawall, breathe in the salty sea air, stand on the rocks and look at the bustling scene in the distance, and exclaim loudly in admiration.
Yoshi…
Even though the population of Edo has decreased by 30% since the last epidemic, it hasn't affected the nature of this place.
Just as the elders have said, look at this busy waterway and the docks that handle cargo; that is a testament to the glorious rise.
This glory will forever be etched in their bones and passed down from generation to generation.
However, the dock and embankment were unusually cold today.
The cold made one forget glorious memories; the cold made one unconsciously raise their head to look at the gloomy sky, which looked like a mushroom cloud.
Deep down, the fear passed down through generations took hold of him at this moment and showed on his face.
"idiot!"
An elderly man sitting in a recliner looked terrified, while a little boy beside him looked surprised, not understanding why his usually peaceful grandfather was so agitated and why his body was trembling.
And there was another person like that not far away. He suddenly knelt down and pounded his fists on the hard road. Even his wife slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the sky.
More and more people were showing signs of madness, and shouts were heard everywhere.
The little boy was a bit confused until he focused his attention on the radio not far away and then he could hear the voice clearly.
"We must resolutely resist such acts that undermine world peace..."
"If a problem occurs at this type of nuclear facility, it will severely impact the marine environment..."
"As the most tragic victims of the past, we need to fight for peace and tranquility for the people of the world..."
"We need to give a voice to marine life..."
"Resolutely resist nuclear power plants!"
"We demand that the other government immediately halt the construction of the nuclear power plant!"
"Stop creating panic, stop creating monsters..."
The radio kept repeating its message. As more and more people heard it, they first let out painful howls, and then immediately walked angrily to the middle of the road, raising their hands.
Resist the devil!
"Keep the devil away from us!"
……
On this day, from dawn to sunset, there was only one sound throughout the entire Japanese island.
resist.
Accusation.
Painful memories.
A poignant speech.
It was as if the entire Japanese island was set ablaze by this grief and indignation, erupting in a sound wave even more terrifying than a mushroom egg.
And this is exactly what the Japanese want to see.
At least in their view, this kind of voice is something the other side should think twice about!
At the very least, we should carefully consider their feelings.