Chapter 73 Are you kidding me?: Then take over the factory too.

The 1980s and 1990s were a honeymoon period in relations between China and Japan.

You can tell from the many Japanese dramas and anime broadcast on TV that everyone is very close now.

So when the Japanese woman showed Wang Xiao the beautifully packaged sex toys, Tang Yicheng only found it strange and didn't react excessively.

The young woman was driven to desperation; she and her colleagues had come to Moscow to explore new markets.

Yes, they are salesmen from a Japanese sex toy company, here in Moscow to expand their market.

Like most people, the Japanese believed that there was no sex toy market in the Soviet Union before this. Therefore, their sales efforts were not successful.

We finally found a sales channel in pharmacies, but their timing was wrong.

The prevailing rumor circulating in Moscow now is that the new government is selling out the country and is willing to give the Southern Kuril Islands (the Northern Territories) to Japan in order to secure loan support.

They were unlucky; they encountered several pharmacy staff who were very sensitive about the matter.

In addition, pharmacies in Moscow are currently similar to state-run stores in China, and the staff do not have much initiative to stock popular items.

Therefore, after several days of hard work, they still made no progress.

The young woman who abruptly stopped Wang Xiao today seemed to be grasping at straws. Since pharmacies wouldn't take their goods, they were selling them on the street, hoping to sell even just one.

Moscow winters are really cold.

The salesman, however, talked on and on, seemingly unafraid that the heat from his body would dissipate with the white mist rising from his mouth.

Wang Xiao looked at the bag of samples with great interest. He had to admit that the Japanese were quite thorough in their preparations for market expansion.

The most basic thing is that they have already provided Russian instruction manuals for every product.

After watching it, Wang Xiao went all in.

What pleased her most was that Japan's sex toy industry was indeed mature, with a wide variety of products, enough to warrant an adult products exhibition.

That's not all.

They didn't bring their air dolls with them when they went out today.

There was a previous incident where someone put an air doll in their suitcase, which was mistaken for a murder and body disposal case and was reported to the police.

Therefore, what they brought today were all genuine little toys.

After Wang Xiao bought it, he not only tried it on himself with the saleswoman, but also gave the men's version to Ivanov and Tang Yicheng.

Unexpectedly, she was met with a fierce rejection from the two men.

Needless to say, Tang Yicheng almost threw the toy away as soon as he learned how to use it.

Ivanov, on the other hand, felt humiliated.

He's handsome, wealthy, and charming; when has he ever lacked a girlfriend? He always has a warm bed; why would he need a cold, inanimate gadget?

That's the choice of the incompetent.

Wang Xiao threatened him: "Do you know how the world's first inflatable doll came about? It was when the Germans were at war, they often went out to prostitutes, and as a result, a lot of them contracted STDs and died. Hitler couldn't handle it himself, so he ordered it to be made. Yes, modern syphilis and gonorrhea can be treated with antibiotics, but don't forget, there's also a disease called AIDS."

Ivanov trembled with fear.

Wang Xiao reached out and patted his shoulder, saying meaningfully, "A clean and disinfected masturbator will become your loyal and reliable partner."

As for Tang Yicheng, Wang Xiao's method of persuading him was to throw money at him.

"This is a market worth billions of US dollars. It's a great opportunity to export and earn foreign exchange. China's light industry is developing rapidly, and the competitive pressure is very high. This is an undeveloped piece of land. If we get in early, we will gain the initiative in the market."

So, young man, for the sake of your company's development, sacrifice your many children and grandchildren.

When the sun rose again, the two men reluctantly submitted their usage report.

Ivanov thought it was alright, better than nothing.

He repeatedly emphasized that he would never use it unless absolutely necessary.

Okay, that's enough, next one.

The next one, Tang Yicheng, looked just like a young bride meeting her in-laws for the first time in the old days, all shy and hesitant, her voice even trembling as she said, "It's...it's alright."

Wang Xiao nodded and made his decision: "OK, let's go with this place."

Although due to the limitations of technological development at the time, Japanese gadgets are still somewhat inferior to products from thirty years later.

But to be honest, her user experience this time was much better than yesterday.

Needless to say, the housekeeper was all radiant with a blush on her face.

This shows that Japanese technology should now be able to meet the needs of most people.

Then there's no need to look for any Polish manufacturers anymore. In fact, Wang Xiao couldn't get through to the phone number left on the product.

Let's jump straight from zero to two and introduce Japanese technology and production lines.

Tang Yicheng had to remind her, "They're here in Moscow to sell goods, how could they possibly give us their technology? Wouldn't that just be creating a competitor for ourselves?"

In fact, he was right.

Wang Xiao took the initiative to approach the Japanese sales staff and stated his purpose. The manager in charge of the team refused him directly without even consulting his superior.

Why such a resolute decision?

Even though there have been quite a few Japanese businesses investing in the Chinese market since China's reform and opening up, there are still many Japanese businesses investing in China.

Leaving aside empty talk like "separated only by a strip of water," the sheer size of China's billion-strong consumer market alone makes it impossible for any country in the world to refuse.

Even though the international environment for China was unfavorable after the 1989 Tiananmen Square protests, Japanese businesses did not slow down their investment in China.

However, this group does not include manufacturers of adult sex products.

After conducting market research, they discovered that although China has a large population, it is unfortunately not the target market for their products.

Although China is a socialist country, and even though it was ahead of the rest of the world in reform and opening up, its traditional values ​​are reserved and repressive, which is very different from those of Eastern Europeans and Soviets who are used to expressing love verbally.

Japanese companies believe that this market is far from ready for development, and naturally have no interest in investing in it.

After all, the most attractive thing about China is its consumer market.

Wang Xiao couldn't say that what the other person said was completely wrong. On the contrary, their analysis made a lot of sense.

The cramped living conditions in China, where generations often live together, make it difficult to protect personal privacy. In fact, even the broader social environment lacks the concept of respecting others' privacy.

Moreover, in traditional thinking, sex is dirty and vulgar, and its only value is to procreate. Apart from this function, one should uphold heavenly principles and suppress human desires.

Therefore, it seems that the current environment in China does not allow for the survival of sex toys.

However, Japanese manufacturers forgot one thing: China has a vast territory and a large population.

Even if it's just a small portion of the Chinese population, it would still represent a huge consumer volume in other countries.

For example, female workers in factory dormitories in the south and migrant workers on construction sites all over the country.

Their combined numbers have long exceeded ten million.

Because most factories in the south are engaged in processing work on supplied materials, this labor-intensive industry does not have high requirements for gender; and as is well known, after being freed from the constraints of family and childbirth, the management cost of female workers is far lower than that of men; therefore, the workers in southern factories are mainly women.

These female workers have long been in a state of severe sexual repression.

Some of them even turned to prostitution to relieve their own desires.

This is such an incredible yet real thing.

They are the ideal consumer group for sex toys.

Don't worry that they will be shy or resistant. People can easily let loose and express themselves when they leave their family environment and live in a group setting.

Once one person takes the lead, others will immediately follow suit as if they have found an excuse.

Moreover, as female workers, they have income and the right to dispose of their own property, and they are fully entitled to spend their own money to buy sex toys that bring them physical and mental pleasure.

Needless to say, the workers on the construction site do heavy physical labor, and they are mostly men.

Their level of sexual repression is in no way inferior to that of female factory workers, but they obviously have more choices.

In patriarchal societies, men generally have lower sexual morality than women because they do not face much social pressure.

A low-end prostitution market targeting migrant workers has always existed.

For male workers in this situation, the biggest pressure comes from the economy.

Ordering takeout once costs at least tens or even hundreds of yuan, which is enough for their wages for half a month or even a month.

Compared to ordering takeout, the experience of sex toys may be somewhat inferior, but the latter is cheaper, and as long as they are disinfected, they can be reused repeatedly.

While both are transactions, buying sex toys is clearly more cost-effective and can significantly reduce the risk of contracting sexually transmitted diseases.

Of course, Wang Xiao wouldn't proactively remind the Japanese manufacturers; she's not some international Good Samaritan, why should she do good deeds every day?

Tang Yicheng was right about at least one thing: they would soon be competitors.

But if she doesn't mention China's huge consumer market, how can she convince Japanese manufacturers to provide technology and production lines?

Wang Xiao emphasized China's demographic dividend, which, simply put, is cheap labor.

"As far as I know, labor costs are very high in Japan, and it is also difficult to hire workers."

Her words were not unfounded. Japan is currently in a golden age, with a rapidly developing economy. Companies are giving out large sums of money, to the point that they have money to burn and are extremely extravagant.

Take last year's Gulf War for example. Japan did not participate directly in the war (as a defeated country in World War II, it was not qualified), but that did not stop it from first contributing $2 billion to fund the multinational forces, and then readily contributing $2 billion to help the countries around the Gulf.

Then the Japanese government issued $9 billion in government bonds to provide additional aid.

Putting these together, it burned through $13 billion.

However, it's a bit disheartening that because Japan didn't directly participate in the war, it spent so much money and was still criticized by the United States for only enjoying peace without taking any risks.

After Kuwait regained its sovereignty, Japan's name was not included in the list of acknowledgments it issued.

This has made Japan almost obsessed with expanding its international influence.

Even the Japanese stock market crash last year did not dampen everyone's spirits.

In short, things are very expensive in Japan right now.

Sex toys are similar to small household appliances, belonging to the labor-intensive industry. If they are produced in Japan, the labor costs will be much higher than in China.

"Besides, land prices in Japan are high now, and the cost of building factories is also high. China is different. We can directly provide factories and workers for processing materials supplied by you, and you will be responsible for the subsequent sales."

Wang Xiao smiled broadly, "I believe that this will give your company's products a significant competitive advantage in terms of price."

She must have timed things right, because the Japanese manager changed his attitude and offered to report to his superior before deciding whether to send someone to China for an inspection, and then provide technology and production lines.

Wang Xiao smiled and made a request: "Before that, we need to visit your company to see if your technology and production lines are what we really need."

The Japanese side wasn't afraid of being seen, and simply took the technology.

In fact, a complete production line and skilled technical workers are the key to factory production.

The manager's request was quickly answered; the Japanese manufacturer agreed to send an invitation to Wang Xiao and his team to visit their factory in Japan.

So Wang Xiao's itinerary changed again, and she flew directly from Moscow to Japan.

To make this change, she had to go to the Japanese embassy to apply for a visa.

It was only at this moment that Wang Xiao understood why so many powerful and wealthy people in this era wanted to obtain Hong Kong residency.

It's convenient, at least it's convenient to go abroad. Queuing for a visa is really troublesome.

Moreover, probably because there are so many Chinese people working illegally in Japan now, visas are extremely difficult to obtain. And as a single young woman, she belongs to the group widely recognized as having the highest inclination to immigrate.

She felt anxious when she went to the embassy, ​​since she could apply for a visa online thirty years later.

Tang Yicheng was also feeling apprehensive. He had seen the huge crowds outside the embassy, ​​and many people would go crazy on the spot after being rejected.

Wang Xiao, I doubt she'd go crazy over something so trivial, but she could definitely throw a fit on the spot.

She hates having her work plans disrupted the most.

Thank goodness, in January of this year, Japan opened up group tours to China.

Although the visa issuance system is not mature, it is generally difficult for tourists to obtain this visa to travel to Japan.

But Wang Xiao happened to have the title of the owner of Wuzhou Air Transport Company, which helped her a lot and allowed her to successfully obtain a tourist visa.

As a senior executive of the company, Tang Yicheng also successfully obtained a plane ticket to Japan.

But Ivanov was still thinking about his large farm and didn't go along to join the fun.

To this day, he still believes that whether it's lingerie or sex toys, they are just Wang Xiao's pastimes, and whether they make money or not is irrelevant; the main point is to just play around with them.

To be honest, right now, no business is as profitable as reselling or related businesses.

The Moscow city government has recommended 150 hectares of land to him, and he has found an agricultural professor from the university to go and inspect it together.

With soaring prices, university professors are having a hard time, and he is more proactive than Ivanov.

If the latter were to actually acquire that large tract of land, they would need to find someone to manage it, which would allow the professor to obtain a fairly good part-time job to support his family.

Ivanov was very considerate; although his own people couldn't accompany her, he still found her a Japanese translator in the shortest possible time and arranged for two bodyguards.

According to him, they were all retired special agents.

This really excited Wang Xiao; she never imagined she would be involved with such a mysterious group as secret agents.

You know, one of her college classmates got into the national security team, so everyone was very careful when chatting online.

To express her deep affection for Ivanov, she repeatedly assured him: "Don't worry, it's only 150 hectares of land, not much bigger than 2,000 mu. I'll definitely find some experienced farmers to cultivate it well for you."

Ivanov said tenderly, "Your Majesty, I knew you were the most reliable."

This gave Wang Xiao goosebumps all over.

God help me, I hope the Soviet era ends soon, otherwise this guy will never know how long he'll go through a mental breakdown.

Oh, right, I should remind Sister Miao to see if we can poach someone from the Chemical Engineering Institute.

If life is tough for agricultural professors, then life is probably not much better for researchers in the chemical industry.

Who knows, we might snag a great deal and bring back a top talent.

Even if it's just a part-time job, spending half a year in Russia and half a year in Jiangdong, as long as it's useful, that's fine.

Although she had left the Institute of Chemical Engineering, she still sincerely hoped that the institute could achieve great things.

That way, at least she'll have face when she brags in the future, proving that she comes from a prestigious family.

Compared to Wang Xiao's composure, Tang Yicheng was so nervous he was about to explode.

Neither he nor Wang Xiao spoke Japanese, yet they still managed to go to Japan.

Even though Ivanov had arranged for so-called elite bodyguards, he instinctively doubted their loyalty, fearing they might be tempted by greed and kidnap him for ransom.

He felt that he could only rely on himself.

Wang Xiao was both amused and exasperated: "Alright, alright, aren't you here? Let's go, let's hurry up and board the plane."

Actually, she also found it quite exciting, but the whole transmigration into a book was already incredibly exciting. So, anything else was much less shocking to her.

When Dr. Chen learned that she had gone to Japan, she had already arrived in Tokyo.

What can a mother say? She can't exactly call her over the phone.

Although she really wanted to give that brat a good beating right now.

Wang Xiao hung up the phone and called to her friends, "Let's go, let's go!"

Because of the time difference, it was already dusk in Tokyo when they left the airport.

Tang Yicheng was horrified to discover that Japanese women were truly impervious to the cold. Even in this kind of weather, they were still wearing skirts.

It's already mid-November, and she still feels cold even wearing a coat.

"I thought that the girls in the 'Attack No. 1' wearing such light school uniforms in the dead of winter were just for filming a TV show."

Wang Xiao also admired them.

Despite her self-proclaimed fashionista status, she was actually a staunch supporter of thermal underwear even before she transmigrated into the book. Nothing could stop her from being well-fed and warmly dressed.

The two bodyguards, being former special agents, were well-informed and remained remarkably calm as they walked the streets of Tokyo.

The translator was a bit lacking. She was one-quarter Japanese and, although fluent in Japanese, it was her first time in Japan, and her eyes kept wandering around.

When they arrived, the sales staff from the Japanese manufacturer asked them whether they wanted to go to the hotel to drop off their luggage first or go to have a meal first.

I definitely won't have time to go to the factory today; I've already finished get off work.

Wang Xiao made up her mind: "Let's go to the hotel first."

Then poor Tang Yicheng was frightened again, because according to Wang Xiao's request, the Japanese manufacturer booked Love Hotel for them, and he was assigned to a nurse's office to help him with his examination.

Tang Yicheng was completely devastated. All he wanted was to get a good night's sleep. Why was he being tortured like this?

Wang Xiao wanted to take inspiration from other people's interior design. Having come all the way to Tokyo, she naturally wanted to make the most of her time.

The receptionist seemed quite surprised that five of them had requested four rooms, but her Japanese-style smiling service was truly impressive; she managed to maintain her sweet smile and hand them the room keys.

After putting down my luggage, dusk was already falling outside the hotel.

Everyone else rushed home, and the only one left to greet them was the saleswoman, Sachiko Ito, who had stopped Wang Xiao at the entrance of the Moscow pharmacy.

Considering the guests' tastes, she took them to an izakaya (Japanese pub) for a simple bowl of Japanese ramen. While nothing particularly amazing, it wasn't bad either.

After dinner, Sachiko Ito asked everyone, "Would you like to go to the hotel to rest, or would you like to go somewhere to explore?"

The translator, Maslova, really wanted to browse the department store, while Wang Xiao planned to visit the famous Juliana Ballroom.

This disco was considered one of the landmarks of Japan's bubble economy era, and it closed after the economic recession.

Now that he's already here, how could Wang Xiao not take a stroll around?

Sachiko Ito chuckled, "Then we'll have to wait in line. Last time I went, I waited in line for a full three hours."

Maslova humorously remarked, "People from Moscow are never afraid of queuing."

Everyone laughed.

But these two types of queuing are truly worlds apart.

Wearing this to a disco is obviously not appropriate.

Wang Xiao generously offered to buy everyone clothes suitable for wearing in a dance hall.

This also fulfills the translator's wish to go to a department store.

The two bodyguards remained calm. They already knew from Ivanov that this was a rich second-generation Chinese official's daughter, and it was not surprising that she spent money like water.

Tang Yicheng couldn't understand it; why bother changing clothes just to go to a dance hall? Didn't he find it troublesome?

"Then don't blame me if you die of heat later."

Tang Yicheng scoffed, "How hot could it get?"

Sachiko Ito immediately burst into laughter.

There was a Western-style clothing store nearby (as opposed to a kimono store), and everyone immediately went in to make some selections.

Tang Yicheng had no idea what to wear, so Wang Xiao picked out two outfits for him to try on.

As for herself, she got a little off-the-shoulder dress.

Heaven and earth bear witness, it's been over a year since she transmigrated to this day, and she's finally wearing this style.

If she dared to dress like that in Jiangdong, Doctor Chen's feather duster would probably come in handy.

When she came out of the fitting room, Tang Yicheng had a strange expression.

Wang Xiao was baffled. Well, her outfit couldn't even be described as sexy.

Calendar girls are much more popular than her, and he doesn't seem to have any bad experiences with them.

Tang Yicheng pointed ahead and said in a low voice, "That girl didn't pay."

He was quite certain that she had entered the fitting room with a dress, and when she came out, the fitting room door was open, but there were no clothes inside.

The only possibility is that she wore that dress underneath and just walked away without paying.

So even well-dressed Japanese people steal clothes!

"What do you think?" Wang Xiao shook his head. "Don't worry about it, it has nothing to do with us."

If they actually yelled, the staff would probably hate them. They were so busy discussing recent TV dramas and popular songs that they didn't pay any attention to the customers.

Tang Yicheng nodded, saying that he also considered the context when it came to acting bravely and righteously.

The group took a taxi to Juliana Ballroom. The taxi fare was quite exorbitant, so they split into two cars. Tang Yicheng felt heartbroken.

That's way too expensive.

A Chinese person's monthly salary isn't even enough to take a taxi once in Tokyo.

Wang Xiao laughed; the high taxi fares in Japan have become a running joke.

She switched to her native language to comfort the other person: "It's okay, we'll make this money later too."

She asked the military to help train drivers last time, and they should be almost ready by now. After some more route training, she can be assigned to work as a taxi driver.

"I asked Ivanov to help me get some more cars so we can put them on both sides as taxis. I think the Lada is quite good."

Tang Yicheng felt much better and nodded happily in agreement: "That's good, taxis should really be made."

It's a good way to make money.

The well-dressed Tokyo taxi driver glanced at them strangely in the rearview mirror, but probably because he realized he couldn't understand them, he didn't say anything in the end.

Wang Xiao and his group were lucky. When they arrived at the Juliana Ballroom, there was a queue at the entrance, but it only took about ten minutes before they were able to enter smoothly.

Upon entering the room, a strong smell of carbon dioxide hit him, and Tang Yicheng subconsciously leaned back.

Oh my god, there are so many people, it's so hot.

The disco, spanning over a thousand square meters, was bustling with activity, filled with men and women dressed in colorful clothes. It was estimated that the number of people who had entered the club was definitely no less than two thousand, perhaps even more.

But what's most captivating are the young women waving fans.

The fans they held were not the kind of paper fans commonly seen in Japanese dramas, but rather brightly colored feather fans, quite the opposite.

Wang Xiao's eyes lit up instantly. Wow, this is the famous Juli fan! It's indeed full of flamboyant and gorgeous style.

The girls have great figures; they're all wearing lively mini bodycon dresses and swaying their bodies to energetic dance music.

What Wang Xiao found quite interesting was that fashionable women in Tokyo at that time didn't shave their armpits at all; they would openly display their armpit hair when they waved their arms.

Honestly, Wang Xiao thinks armpit hair is quite sexy. Even Wang Jiazhi in "Lust, Caution" didn't shave her armpits while wearing a cheongsam. I wonder who started making armpit hair fashionable in the first place.

Tang Yicheng felt sweating on his forehead and even moved his hands and feet in unison after only five days of treatment, feeling completely lost.

Wang Xiao pulled him along and they went into the dance floor to sway their bodies.

He was initially hesitant, but later he got into the spirit of the moment.

Because of his height and relatively prominent appearance, he attracted a lot of young women who clapped and whistled at him, and some even came up to him.

Tang Yicheng was so frightened that he immediately backed away.

Wang Xiao was practically dying of laughter; his performance was just like Tang Sanzang from the Spider Cave.

Tang Yicheng blushed and forcibly changed the subject, pointing to the girl in front of him who was having a great time: "That's her."

Who is it?

She was a girl who stole clothes from a dress shop.

Looking at her again, Wang Xiao noticed that although she was wearing heavy makeup, she still looked very young, probably no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

Whether he even went to high school is still questionable.

Sachiko Ito followed their gaze and let out a puzzled "Huh?".

Wang Xiao looked at her curiously: "What's wrong?"

Sachiko Ito frowned slightly, opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

The waiter brought over the drinks, and just as they were about to have a drink, the girl who was still frantically twisting her body was grabbed by the arm and dragged out.

Sachiko Ito immediately stood up and ran over, saying a few words in a hurry. Then her expression changed drastically, and she rushed back in a panic: "Miss Wang, I'm sorry, something has happened, we have to go back right away."

"What's the matter?" Wang Xiao also put her coat back on, and she had the courage to walk on the streets of Tokyo in winter wearing a little dress.

"President, our president committed suicide."

The disco music was so loud that Wang Xiao had to repeat it twice before she could understand what it meant.

My God, what terrible things has she done?

She had just managed to fly all the way from Moscow to Tokyo, but before she could even meet her boss, he committed suicide.

To put it bluntly, why didn't you say so sooner if you wanted to commit suicide? Was it fun to lure people all the way here?

Wang Xiao had absolutely no connection with this Japanese boss, so naturally, he couldn't possibly feel sadness or anything like that.

But the long-haired hot girl seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and she was swaying as she walked out.

Faced with the guests' questioning gazes, Sachiko Ito could only bite the bullet and explain, "This is our president's daughter."

That was truly a tragedy.

When her father committed suicide, the young girl ran to a clothing store to steal clothes, and then went to a disco to party until she was completely out of control.

If her elders hadn't come looking for her, she probably would have danced wildly until dawn.

Since they had already run into each other, even though they weren't acquainted yet, Wang Xiao and his group still went along to offer incense.

The president's house is a detached villa. Although the location is a bit remote, it can be considered a luxury house in Tokyo where land is extremely valuable.

When they got out of the taxi, the little girl, who had been standing there blankly, suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream. She practically tumbled off the car, stumbling and crawling as she rushed into the house, her Japanese broken, probably calling for her father.

The lobby on the first floor had been set up like a funeral hall. A woman in a kimono was kneeling on the ground, her eyes red and swollen. It was unclear how long she had been crying, but now she appeared numb with extreme grief.

Her daughter's face was covered in tears, but she didn't react at all. She just kowtowed to Wang Xiao and the others, saying, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

Since she didn't speak English, Wang Xiao had to ask Sachiko Ito to convey her condolences: "Please accept my condolences."

After offering incense, they were led to a nearby room to rest.

Sachiko Ito hurriedly said, "Excuse me, please have a seat for a moment," and rushed out to help.

Everyone in the room was staring at Wang Xiao, with the translator looking the most bewildered.

They were supposed to go into business together, but now the partner has committed suicide. Can the business deal still be discussed?

Tang Yicheng asked her softly, "What's our next step?"

It's really embarrassing to have things turned out like this.

Wang Xiao was still confused, and the jet lag made her head spin even more. She could only wave her hand and say, "Let's see first. We don't know what's going on yet."

Suddenly, cries and shouts rang out outside, followed by a heated argument, then hurried footsteps and angry rebukes.

They were speaking Japanese, and everyone's eyes turned to the translator, making her feel incredibly pressured.

She had never lived in Japan, and the other person was speaking urgently, quickly, and incoherently, which posed a huge challenge to her translation skills.

Fortunately, their constant repetition and mutual accusations eventually helped her understand the general meaning by combining the context.

It's quite simple. Didn't the Japanese stock market collapse last year? Unfortunately, this company president was one of the unlucky stock market investors.

It's not that their company went public, but rather that the stocks they invested in plummeted, resulting in huge losses.

Then misfortune struck again. The president, who refused to believe in bad luck, raised funds to invest in real estate and mortgaged a plot of land. But this year, the real estate market also declined, and quite rapidly.

The president arranged for Sachiko Ito and others to go to Russia to develop the market in the hope of obtaining more profits to repay the loan.

Unfortunately, land prices fell too quickly. He had bought at the peak, incurring substantial debt. With the price drop and the pressure from debt collectors overwhelming him, he couldn't bear it and committed suicide in the suicide forest outside Tokyo.

The group looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Tang Yicheng didn't feel much of a reaction yet, but the two bodyguards and the translator couldn't help but sigh.

Japan in the 1980s was incredibly wealthy. Their customers were highly sought-after VIPs wherever they went in the world. In fact, because they bought so much luxury goods, some stores in France had to limit their purchase quantities.

Last year, when the Japanese stock market crashed, the bodyguards and translators saw the news in the newspapers. But they didn't think it was a big deal, and the same goes for this year's housing price decline.

Japan is so wealthy, it will surely overcome this temporary difficulty soon.

Look how lively the streets of Tokyo are! Everyone is still waving handfuls of cash around.

However, now, there is a successful entrepreneur whose business is doing well and making a lot of profits (as can be seen from the income of his salesmen), but he was forced to take his own life because of failed investments in the stock market and real estate.

The noise outside grew even more chaotic. The translator frowned as she tried to gather information: "The factory and this building have both been mortgaged and are about to be seized."

Tang Yicheng blurted out, "Take them away? What will happen to those orphans and widows then?"

Wang Xiao sighed: "Let's rent a place outside."

What else can be done? Creditors will definitely protect their own interests, even if the money comes from nowhere.

The translator seemed to be comforting herself: "They live in such a nice house, and the interior is so luxurious, they must be rich."

But a short while later, a deafening cry erupted outside the house.

It turns out that the girl who hadn't even graduated from junior high school had secretly withdrawn all the family's savings using the family's bankbook and seal.

Two million yen in savings, equivalent to half a year's salary for an average Japanese office worker, and this young girl spent it all in just over a month.

Where did the money go? I spent it hanging out with my boyfriend and friends.

The cries outside grew louder, but it was unlikely that anyone would bother to try and comfort them.

Sachiko Ito rushed back and served them tea and snacks again, saying, "I'm so sorry."

Wang Xiao didn't care, and only asked her, "What are your plans for the future? Will you find a new boss?"

Sachiko Ito shook her head with a wry smile: "No, they don't plan to continue production. This place is going to be demolished and rebuilt."

Despite the current drop in stock prices and housing prices, the general consensus in Japanese society is that this is merely a temporary correction before reaching new highs.

Humans are born with the gene for self-deception, and can always find all sorts of reasons to rationalize everything.

Wang Xiao's initial conclusion that the Japanese economy had entered a period of recession is now nothing more than hindsight.

She nodded in understanding, then asked Ito Sachiko again, "And what about you? Are you going to work for a real estate development company, or are you looking for other opportunities?"

Ito looked bewildered again. Of course she needed to find a job, but she didn't know where to look for one.

It seems like none of my friends have mentioned that the company is hiring recently.

She felt a growing unease.

That's a bit strange, really.

In recent years, companies have been expanding and hiring like crazy. They even compete to offer large bonuses to attract applicants.

She had a senior from university who didn't work a single day in the years after graduation. He just frequently went to various job interviews, took the red envelopes and benefits, and left. As a result, he lived a very comfortable life just by doing that.

There are quite a few people like this senior.

But it seems that since the beginning of this year, Sachiko Ito has hardly heard any news about companies hiring.

Do companies outside of the company not need employees?

Tang Yicheng had a real headache listening to this. They came here wanting to introduce the technology and production line for adult toys, but in the time it took to fly there, the other party's factory was gone.

The crying outside grew louder and louder, and the girl, who was crying so hard she was covered in sobs, ran into their room in a panic.

Her mother was clearly furious and on the verge of a breakdown. She didn't even care about being impolite in front of the guests and chased after her into the room.

The small room was instantly thrown into chaos.

A man in a kimono chased after them, shouting something.

The president's widow broke down, kneeling on the ground and wailing.

The man in the kimono muttered something under his breath and left, looking extremely displeased.

Sachiko Ito looked left and right, but ultimately decided to comfort the president's wife first.

When she caught sight of Wang Xiao, she wished she could dig a hole and disappear into it.

Such an embarrassing thing was actually witnessed by guests who came from afar from beginning to end.

Wang Xiao cleared his throat: "Stop crying, Madam. Crying won't solve anything."

The translator hesitated for a moment, but still conveyed her meaning.

The woman's wailing gradually subsided.

Wang Xiao clapped his hands, signaling to those present: "Alright, I think I understand what happened. I'll say it again: the house is gone, the factory is gone, everything has been mortgaged and is about to be seized?"

The president's wife remained silent.

In the end, Sachiko Ito hesitated before nodding.

Wang Xiaochong nodded to her: "Alright, please call all the key people in charge of the factory over. Including the factory workers, if they are here, please come over too."

She stood up, stepped out, and gestured to the woman of the house: "Now that everyone is here, let's discuss what to do next."

The president's wife was stunned and somewhat at a loss. She even looked at Sachiko Ito for help.

But Sachiko Ito has only been working for two years, so what advice could she possibly offer?

In the end, everyone followed her back to the mourning hall, still feeling bewildered.

There were at least twenty or thirty people inside, some standing and some kneeling.

Seeing that the president's wife didn't object, Sachiko Ito started making phone calls to invite people over one by one.

Almost half of the month has passed, and she still hasn't received her salary.

Besides, it's already November, and according to tradition, there's a substantial year-end bonus. The president's sudden suicide is a huge problem for everyone.

More and more people entered the room; within half an hour, there were sixty or seventy people. The mourning hall was overflowing, and some people had to stand on the stairs.

"Okay, let me confirm one thing first: your president is your only boss, right?"

If there are several other shareholders, then you have to persuade them, which is quite troublesome.

Fortunately, the president probably felt that he had already caused enough trouble for everyone, so he was the sole proprietor.

"Okay, now we can talk about what's next. Anyone who wants to continue with their current job, please raise your hand."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

The man in the kimono looked displeased, as if in a provocation: "Are you planning to buy back the factory?"

The others showed joy. Although such behavior was highly inappropriate in a funeral hall, for the working class, the boss's life or death was clearly less important than their job and wages.

Wang Xiao shook his head: "No, what I meant was that if you're willing to continue doing this job, then let's find a different work location. Sir, let me confirm with you, the president mortgaged the factory buildings and land, not the machinery and equipment inside, right?"

The man in the kimono snorted and nodded in agreement.

“That makes things easier.” Wang Xiao asked, “Who is in charge of finance? How much money is left in the account? Is it enough to pay everyone’s salary this month? If not, show me the account, and I’ll make up the difference. I’ve bought the machinery and equipment; the money will be used to pay everyone’s salaries and arrange the president’s funeral.”

She spoke in English, and many people present could understand what she meant.

For those parts they couldn't understand, Sachiko Ito helped translate.

A gray-haired man emphasized, "There are also living expenses for the president's wife and Miss Aiko."

Wang Xiao refused without hesitation: "The president must have left the insurance money."

Are you kidding me? Does she think she's never watched Japanese dramas or read Japanese novels? In Japan, people can receive insurance money even if they commit suicide.

The president's wife is not missing any limbs, is not deaf, mute, or blind, and has no baby to take care of, so why can't she go out to work?

With insurance money and the money I earn from my job, renting a small apartment shouldn't be a problem.

Her daughter is also in junior high school, and she won't be an adult for many years.

As for the daughter being immature and causing trouble for the family...

That's a family matter concerning parent-child relationships; it has absolutely nothing to do with Wang Xiao, so why should she care?

Just because someone was once a wealthy wife or a young lady doesn't mean they have to rely on others to support them for the rest of their life.

Public matters are public matters, and private matters are private matters; they should not be confused.

The others remained silent; no one echoed the words of the gray-haired man.

It was indeed pitiful that the president's wife and daughter were kicked out of the mansion.

But many of them simply cannot afford to buy a house in Tokyo.

What right do people who have never owned even a small house have to sympathize with those who have lost a villa?

The same gray-haired man continued, "So, where will our factory be moved to?"

The man in the kimono, probably feeling that he had secured his rights and that the rest was none of his business, took his phone and left.

Once he left, the heavy atmosphere in the room eased up a bit.

Other workers chimed in, asking, "Where are we going? It can't be too far."

“It’s very far,” Wang Xiao said earnestly. “Let me introduce myself. I’m from China. I had an agreement with your company to come here to introduce technology and production lines for contract manufacturing.”

The mourning hall immediately erupted in commotion, with the workers expressing their extreme dissatisfaction.

If it's contract manufacturing, then what's the point of having them?

"But now that things have come to this, we definitely have to find a way to get through this difficult time."

My initial thought is this: employees who are willing to go to Huaxia, please raise your hands.

Her gaze swept around, and unsurprisingly, she found that no one was willing to raise their hand.

This is normal.

Japan is incredibly wealthy right now; its GDP per capita is higher than that of the United States, and it's a country that buys everything in the world.

An average worker can earn more than four million yen a year, which is equivalent to more than 100,000 yuan.

Chinese workers only earn one or two hundred yuan a month now.

The gap between the two sides is too large to be compared.

Perhaps fearing an awkward silence, Sachiko Ito asked again, "If we go to work in China, how much salary will they pay us?"

As is customary, Japanese companies send their employees to harsh overseas locations, where the wages are 50% to 100% higher than those earned domestically.

If that's the case, she wouldn't find it unbearable.

However, Wang Xiao wasn't so generous. She stated directly, "One thousand yuan a month, which is equivalent to thirty thousand yen."

Everyone immediately lost all interest. What could they possibly do with that little bit of money? It was simply a joke.

Wang Xiao continued speaking at his own pace: "However, the cost of living in China is low. A thousand yuan a month is equivalent to almost a year's income for an average Chinese worker. With that amount of money, you can live very comfortably in China. In addition to wages, the factory can provide you with independent housing, not dormitory housing. Meals are also provided by the factory, and we'll hire a chef who can cook Japanese food for you."

Those present remained unmoved.

These small perks held no appeal for them whatsoever.

Who would be willing to travel all the way to faraway China and work so hard to earn such a meager amount of money?

Tang Yicheng subconsciously looked at Wang Xiao, waiting for her to unleash her ultimate move.

He believed that the terms she offered couldn't be so unattractive.

Because she made it clear that she wanted to take over the production technology and production line.

But he still thought too highly of Wang Xiao, because she even wanted to take over other people's sales channels.

“Those who wish to stay in Tokyo can continue in sales. Once the products manufactured in our Chinese factory are sold, the profits will be split 40/60. The workers in China will receive an extra two-thirds as compensation for their overseas work.”

Wang Xiao smiled slightly and summarized his actions, "After deducting all expenses, the profits generated by the original sales channels will all belong to you."

All she wanted from beginning to end was technology and production lines.

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Note: Wang Xiao's claim that inflatable dolls were invented on Hitler's orders is not true.

The following information is from the internet.

In Greek mythology, Pygmalion, the king of Cyprus, was the first person to invent and marry an inflatable doll.

He became obsessed with sculpting and fell hopelessly in love with Galatea, a female sculpture he had created himself. He bathed and dressed her during the day and indulged in pleasure with her at night.

As early as 1601, the Netherlands had already invented the prototype of the first inflatable doll, making it the mother of inflatable dolls.

The inflatable dolls invented by Dutch women have caused the deaths of countless male sailors.

To prevent men from cheating, women will do anything, including weaving a sex doll out of rattan and bamboo that resembles themselves, so that their long-distance lovers' sexual fantasies can only be about them.

At that time, the main group that used these inflatable dolls were male sailors who had to stay in their cabins for a month every time they went to sea, and were so thirsty that they would occasionally relieve their sexual desires with other men.

To make their husbands feel more involved, women who put their hearts into it will personally design the doll's clothes and use expensive silk for the hair, striving to make the doll as exquisite as themselves. Therefore, rattan dolls are also known as "Dutch wives," which means that they are the alter egos of sailors' wives.

The poor bachelors were in a terrible situation. They could only use discarded vines from the garbage dump as raw materials to make a doll with tattered rags for even the hair. The doll would be "borrowed" by a group of thirsty brothers. However, 60% of the sailors who shared the dolls inexplicably contracted gonorrhea and died.

It wasn't until 1996 that a scientist named Ellen Kleist discovered the truth behind their illness: they hadn't cleaned the secretions left on the dolls before sharing them. She won the Ig Nobel Prize that year.

This comedic gem, a heartthrob for young men (gonorrhea patient) in the eyes of outsiders, is a national treasure in the eyes of the Dutch and was even presented as tribute to their ally Japan.

However, the poor workmanship not only made the Japanese people lose all interest in sex, but also created a tag called "Dutch wife" to refer to all inflatable dolls that were unapproachable and poorly made, and this tag has been used ever since.

In 1940, German troops occupied Paris and were deeply attracted by the voluptuous French prostitutes. However, the soldiers, indulging in the pleasures of the red-light district, were unaware that these women, besides their beauty, also carried the syphilis virus.

In an era when syphilis (penicillin wasn't used on the battlefield until 1943) meant certain death, Hitler, watching helplessly as his elite troops were consumed by syphilis, finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He ordered his men to immediately produce a batch of dolls that were 176 centimeters tall, with breasts the size of rosehips, and preferably with faces resembling his favorite actress, Kthevon Nagy.

When asked if she could be made into an inflatable doll to serve as a virtual companion for millions of German soldiers, Kthevon Nagy refused without hesitation (obviously). However, due to Hitler's obsessive nature, the inflatable doll's face was eventually designed to resemble her.

As the saying goes, karma will catch up with you. Shortly after these inflatable dolls were deployed to the front lines, a bombing raid by the Royal Air Force completely destroyed Hitler's factory in Dresden where he manufactured them. Furthermore, soldiers on the front lines complained that carrying an inflatable doll into battle would make them appear as perverts, and Hitler's inflatable doll project was effectively shelved.

After World War II, inspired by the idea of ​​military inflatable dolls, German businessmen launched a miniature erotic figurine with an average height of 19 to 30 centimeters, which became a small toy for single men to satisfy their needs.

In 1956, a woman named Ruth Handler happened to pass through Germany while traveling with her family. These exquisitely crafted dolls immediately caught her eye. She thought, "If these things weren't erotic, wouldn't they be the perfect toys for children?"

So she immediately spent all her savings to buy three erotic figurines, modified them, and the first Barbie doll was born.

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