Chapter 2961
We no longer have the advantage
Chapter 2961 We no longer have the advantage
Wajima, Edo, Kanemura family.
Half a month later, the old woman lay on the tatami with droopy eyelids, her eyes closing occasionally to rest, her breathing weak, and she seemed to be struggling to breathe.
The two women in kimonos serving beside him knelt with worry in their eyes.
The head of the Kim family has always been known for his robust health, with no problems in his medical checkups over the years.
But who knew that he would collapse after this happened, which made them panic.
Their current status is all thanks to the care and love of the old man in front of them.
Without her, who in the family would respect them?
They tried many methods, but none of them could make the old woman better, and they could only sigh in their hearts.
"Somebody come!"
An old woman's voice came from the bed. The two men's expressions brightened, and they quickly crawled to her side, saying, "My lord."
"Call me, Mimura!"
"Hi!"
Soon one of them left, and the remaining person helped the old woman up and reached out to help smooth her back.
But when I looked at the dzi bead bracelet in the old woman's hand, I felt that something was not right.
A moment later, the door opened and Mimura walked in, looking tired.
"Mother."
When Mimura approached, she didn't show much emotion when she saw the old woman's appearance; she simply offered a perfunctory greeting.
This made the old woman feel somewhat disheartened, even though she was the one who created these rules.
But now, she still hopes that her daughter can break this rule.
How
"Mi-mura, did you buy the oil?"
The old woman asked with concern.
Mimura shook her head. "Mother, we are negotiating with the government of Mexico City, but they are still watching international prices and want more benefits."
"Baka, you damn bastard."
Cough cough cough~~
The old woman coughed uncontrollably when she got excited.
Two maids rushed forward to help, and after a while, they finally caught their breath. Then, looking at Mimura kneeling below, they said, "Reach an agreement as soon as possible. Even if it costs more foreign exchange, we must buy the oil."
"Otherwise, our Jin Village family will lose our rightful place."
"You will also lose everything."
Upon hearing this, Mimura trembled, and a look of sorrow appeared on her face.
What will happen? We've already lost so much.
Even the women in her family had to make sacrifices in order to maintain appearances.
After all, given her status, she could provide stimulation to some people with eccentricities.
"Yes, Mimura knows."
"Also, how's the China Petroleum project we need coming along?"
"Will those damned United States merchants ever be able to buy it?"
Mimura shook her head. "The other party has negotiated with China multiple times, but..."
"It seems that China has no intention of selling to us, otherwise, given the price they offered, they should have agreed long ago."
Speaking of this, Meicun recalled the news she had heard that night, which seemed to indicate that China had no intention of selling to them at all. So she cautiously said, "Mother, the other side must know that we attacked the oil tanker."
"I guess they won't sell it to us."
The old woman took a deep breath after hearing this, "More trouble than they're worth!"
"Damn bastard."
After finishing her tirade, the old woman opened her eyes wide again, but the scene before her was somewhat blurry. She blinked hard and managed to make out the middle-aged woman in front of her. Then she sighed and said, "Mi-mura, come forward."
"Mother."
Mimura crawled forward on his knees, looking extremely respectful!
Then the old woman took Meicun's hand, took off the dzi bead bracelet from her wrist, and put it on Meicun's wrist.
"Mimura."
"Now, it is up to you to take the lead. The Jin Village family is counting on you."
"My dear mother~"
Suppressing her inner excitement, Mimura feigned a flustered expression and said, "Mother, Mimura dares not."
"Stop talking, take this bracelet and get this done!"
The old woman said firmly, "Remember, this is our only chance. We must buy the oil no matter what!"
After saying that, he closed his eyes and lay down to rest!
Meicun opened her mouth, then carefully left with the bracelet.
Once the door to the room was closed again, the old woman opened her eyes again. The composure on her face had vanished, replaced by deep fear.
At the same time, the excitement in Mimura's heart immediately showed on her face as she left the room.
Holding a dzi bead bracelet, which represents family power, signifies that the person in charge of the ship is the helmsman.
This means that she will soon enter the upper echelons of the Japanese government, the very upper echelons.
Trying to calm the turmoil in her heart, Mimura covered the dzi bead on her wrist with her sleeve, looked up at the bright sky, and felt a sense of fulfillment and reverie about having great power in her heart.
After a long silence, he lowered his head, his face full of determination.
"The women of the Kanemura family are like invincible Benkei!"
……
Edo Grand Hotel.
In the spacious and bright room, Dawson (Jonard), dressed in loose pajamas, is sitting on a recliner with his eyes closed, resting.
Beside him, three Japanese women, some charming, some mature, and some aloof, served him.
A charming woman held a wine tray with a glass of deep red cocktail on it.
The mature woman stood behind him, her slender, delicate hands gently massaging Dawson's forehead.
The aloof woman knelt to the side, letting Dawson do as he pleased.
The three remained silent, like the most obedient servants.
But Dawson's face did not show any joy; instead, a hint of displeasure and worry would occasionally flash across his eyes.
I felt even more depressed.
I just can't understand it.
He could have made billions in profit simply by transporting the oil, and he could have profited hundreds of millions from it.
This is clearly a win-win situation, so why not agree?
Was the money not enough?
impossible!
The price he offered was already the highest. Although it was still a bit short of the final bottom line offered by the Japanese islands, it was what he deserved.
Without my own initiative to act as a go-between, would the other party even respond to Japan's request?
impossible.
Therefore, he felt perfectly justified in taking these benefits.
At the same time, he also knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
But he just couldn't understand why the other party couldn't grasp the principle that such a rare commodity was worth hoarding.
Keep in mind that once a deal is successfully reached in South America, don't expect to see such a high price again!
I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out.
Why turn a blind eye to money that could be easily made by simply reselling?
It was truly baffling to him.
But that's the current situation; if he can't get his hands on the oil, he can't make any money.
There isn't enough capital to earn more money.
The opportunity was right in front of him, but he had no capital left.
This caused him immense heartache.
If only we hadn't lent out that two billion!
It hurts to think about what I've missed!
Dawson slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the clock on the wall, pondered for a moment, then withdrew his hand from his kimono, stood up, and said calmly, "You may all leave now!"
"Yes!"
The three women immediately stood in a line, then bowed in unison before leaving the room.
After the three left, Dawson walked to the suitcase next to him and took out a satellite phone.
This satellite phone is the latest research product of the United States.
When China launched its satellite phone earlier, domestic experts were dismissive, saying they would make a better one.
More than a year passed without any progress. In the end, they bought several prototypes from the desert and reverse-engineered them before they were able to build it.
So the satellite phone in front of us is somewhat similar to that in China, but also somewhat different.
The biggest difference is that the satellite phone is much larger. It's not that the United States' technological development level is inferior to that of China, but rather that the designers in the United States, in order to highlight their superiority, not only installed communication functions on the satellite phone, but also installed a game they had developed.
As a result, this phone is larger and heavier than the one from China.
At the same time, the standby time is also shorter.
Although in Dawson's eyes, the game was completely dispensable; what they needed was communication, and the convenience of communicating anytime, anywhere.
Who would play games?
But the designers felt that this was the only way to represent the technology of the United States and to demonstrate the greatness of the United States.
Therefore, new satellite phones will be equipped with more features.
This left Dawson speechless.
Fortunately, this thing has similar communication capabilities to China's satellite phones, and even more so due to the advantage of the number of satellites in the sky, making calls clearer and more convenient.
Looking around to make sure no one was there, Dawson picked up the phone, went to the window, opened it to make sure no one was around, closed the window, and immediately dialed a number.
The phone was very loud, a trait inherited entirely from the Chinese.
"Hello, this is Kate!"
Kate's voice suddenly came through the phone, causing Dawson to instinctively cover his ears. "Damn it, can you turn it down a bit!"
Dawson complained, but the voice on the other end didn't quiet down.
"Jonard, you'd better give me a reason!"
Upon hearing this, Dawson chuckled upon hearing a faint, languid voice on the other end of the phone. "Hey, Kate, you're not scared, are you!"
"Oh, let me guess, is it Mrs. Howard? Or Old George's?"
Or perhaps…
"Damn it, I should have shot you to shut your stinking mouth!"
Kate's curses came from across the street, along with the slamming of a door, which made Dawson laugh even more unrestrainedly.
"Alright, buddy, I know you're feeling pretty bad right now, but doesn't this just show how much you can control yourself?"
"Don't worry, when I go back next time, I'll bring you two packets of the purest Chinese medicinal wine."
"What secondary processing? Don't talk nonsense. I'm a legitimate businessman; I never do anything dishonest..."
Dawson was spouting nonsense with a straight face. Since he didn't make a lot of money this time, he could only focus on making small profits.
Otherwise, we wouldn't even get to drink the soup!
The two talked about each other's shortcomings for a while before finally getting to the point.
"Buddy, I think you know my situation. I need your help now!"
Dawson spoke earnestly, while Kate scoffed on the other end of the phone, "Jonard, I told you not to lend money to China, but you wouldn't listen. What's the use of regretting it now?"
"Damn it, of course I know all this, but now an opportunity is presented to me, and I have to seize it!"
There was a moment of silence on the phone, then a sigh and the voice said, "I can't help you!"
"why?"
Dawson found it somewhat unbelievable.
"Buddy, you may not realize how big the impact of this oil crisis is. Boss also needs to maintain domestic stability and make appropriate concessions."
"No, Kate, what happened?"
Dawson's heart sank; he had a bad feeling.
The person on the other end of the phone continued, "We received news from the Federal Republic of Germany that China is contacting them, wanting to sell oil to them."
"As you know, the economy of West Germany is developing rapidly and has become an important trading nation."
"China is also short of oil right now, so it's a perfect match that they've reached out to each other. We can't stop this cooperation!"
After Kate finished speaking, she concluded, "Jonard, you should just give up on this!"
"why?"
Dawson asked instinctively, only to be met with a cold voice on the other end of the phone, "Because they are sworn enemies!"
After hanging up the phone, Dawson finally understood why China wouldn't take the meat that was practically offered to them.
Because they find the meat too gamey!
"These guys, really..."
"strangeness!"
This was Dawson's first impression.
In his worldview, all familial feuds and hatred must give way to interests.
"However, if this road is blocked, we'll have to find another one!"
Dawson narrowed his eyes, thinking about the exorbitant profits Chinese goods made in China, and decided to take a trip to China.
……
"Madam, everything has been recorded!"
In the next room, Kitaro knelt on the tatami mat and respectfully handed over a cassette tape with both hands.
In front of him was a professional eavesdropping device, which was also an important channel for his family to collect information.
Upon hearing this, Kikuchi immediately put down her headphones and took the videotape. "I'll go deliver it to the head of the family!"
"Hi!"
Kitaro nodded in agreement, and then saw Kikuchiko quickly leave the hotel after getting dressed.
At the same time, after a short while, the smile on Kitaro's face gradually disappeared.
He then clenched his fists together, his face contorted with anger.
As a son-in-law, his only role was to serve the women of the Jin family and bear the next generation.
If that were all, he would be quite happy with it.
But after living there for a while, people in the circle told him that all the men who entered the Jin family ended up dying a terrible death.
After making inquiries from various sources, he finally learned about the strange illness in the Jin family.
Or rather, a curse.
Therefore, in order to live well, the only option is to let the Jin Village family become history!
Kitaro's face twisted in pain as he made up his mind.
Meanwhile, after leaving the hotel, Kikuchi immediately found Mrs. Mimura and explained the situation regarding the eavesdropping.
When Mrs. Mimura learned that China's oil was to be sold to West Germany, her face turned pale instantly.
This means that obtaining enough oil in a short period of time will be extremely difficult.
"Madam, we need to go to China; we need to make one last effort."
In comparison, the younger Kikuchiko is more resilient; in her view, anything is possible as long as the deal is not finalized.
Mrs. Mimura's expression changed upon hearing Kikushiko's words, and she looked at her seriously, "Kikushiko, negotiations require bargaining chips. Do we still have any left?"
Upon hearing this, Kikuchi bit her lip and then said, "We have money!"
Mrs. Mimura shook her head. "They don't care about these things."
Kikuchi thought of cars, "We can help them build cars!"
Mrs. Mimura shook her head again, "Their velociraptors have already forged their own path!"
"Our radio!"
"They have them too!"
"projector!"
"Have!"
"We also have semiconductor technology!"
"Theirs are just as good!"
"us…"
Kikuchi suddenly stopped, at a loss.
Mrs. Mimura continued to shake her head and sigh, "What we have, they also have."
"They even have things that we don't have!"
After they finished speaking, the two looked at each other in silence.
After a long while, Kikuchiko, her face ashen, got up to leave.
Mrs. Mimura sighed from behind, "We no longer have the advantage against our former enemies!"
Kikuchi closed her eyes in pain and left in a daze.
Mrs. Mimura closed her eyes, feeling helpless and speechless.