In the banquet hall—

Bill Clinton stood politely and looked at Akio Morita who was answering the phone.

For Bill, lobbying this Japanese tycoon to invest in him this time is a helpless move - who made his opponent Bush too strong? As a presidential candidate, there is a possibility of being a continuation.

However, as a rising star of the Democratic Party, Bill is because he is young and easily trained - he is trained by the chaebol and those arms dealers, so there are people who strongly support him. However, now, countless US dollars are tied up like stones and thrown into the sea, and his political future is getting dim. He must have new financial subsidies, otherwise he will definitely lose this election.

Akio Morita didn't know what Mr. Bill was thinking about the freckled face on the opposite side. After answering the call, his expression was stunned at first, then shocked. Then, his originally full of spirit became dim, and his face turned from sunny to darkness - and became more and more gloomy.

Bill didn't know what happened to the other party, and was still holding a cocktail, waiting for Morita to answer the phone.

Akio Morita said to the phone: "Give the phone to that person!"

The tone is command, anger.

At the other end of the phone, Kimura's timid voice came soon: "Hayi!"

Needless to say, the phone was handed over to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao was on the sea in Thailand and had a phone call with Akio Morita, who was thousands of miles apart in Los Angeles, USA.

...

"What do you mean, dear Mr. Song!" Akio Morita's tone was very sharp and full of murderous aura.

"It means that your goods are in my hands now, that's that simple." Song Zhichao replied with a smile.

"Haha, it's interesting, it's really interesting!" Akio Morita laughed instead of anger.

"It's good to be interesting, it seems we're going to have a good talk."

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"It's not what I want to do, it's what you choose to do."

"What's the meaning?"

"The choice is on you-" Song Zhichao said, "The first way, this batch of goods can be regarded as smuggled goods and seized by the Thai police. Of course, no one claims it at that time, and it is likely to be auctioned. You still have a chance to take them back - but it's a pity that I won't give you this opportunity, because I will accuse these VCDs of infringement!"

"You always understand the meaning of infringement. After all, you are also in the electronics business - intellectual property is very important. VCD was first invented and created by our Wanda Technology Company. We have patents for various technologies, but you Sony, don't!"

"If you don't have a patent, you have produced so many VCDs. What does that mean? It means you are imitating our products!" Song Zhichao vowed, "Since it's imitating, I have the right to sue you! Then these goods worth 9 billion US dollars will be directly disposed of as fakes - well, let me think about how to deal with it... Sinking into the sea? That will pollute the environment; burn it, it won't work; the best way is to use a crusher to directly crush it into garbage!"

Song Zhichao's words made Akio Morita on the other end of the phone feel so angry that he could clearly hear Morita's heavy breathing through the phone.

"Song Zhichao, do you think this will threaten me? You said I infringement and said I imitate your product. OK, then we will go to a lawsuit! From Thailand to the United States, I will accompany you to the end!" Akio Morita said fiercely, preparing to fight a delay war. After all, this matter is really a time-consuming task to go to court. After all, Sony has many excellent international lawyers, and can do it against Song Zhichao.

Faced with Akio Morita's attempt to make this matter happen in court and "to the end", Song Zhichao said lightly on the other end of the phone: "You think beautifully!"

Akio Morita: "…"

It has been a long time since no one dared to talk to him like this. This tone, this tone made Morita very angry.

"You know, now your goods are in my hands, and I can completely sink them directly into the sea! Yes, I will do this and can do this!" Song Zhichao's tone was full of threats, "Whenever you want your three million VCDs, you can only go to the sea to catch them! Well, let me calculate, how much is the cost of your batch of goods? 500 million US dollars, or 600 million US dollars? Then you won't even get a single child!"

Akio Morita: "…"

Very angry and annoyed - but he had to admit that what Song Zhichao said was true - Song Zhichao was fully capable of pouring all his goods into the sea and leaving him with nothing to his money.

It is easy to find excuses, so it is said that this batch of goods was smuggler Kimura and others poured into the sea to avoid punishment; or that the ship sank, the goods sank along with it.

In short, there are thousands of excuses. According to Song Zhichao's despicable and shameless nature, he will never be ruthless.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing his anger, Akio Morita asked to the phone: "What do you want?"

"How is it? Of course I force you to take the second path." Song Zhichao answered very simply.

"Say—" Morita almost yelled.

"The road is..." Song Zhichao said slowly, "We shake hands and make peace. We become good friends. I kindly let you use our Vanke brand label and let you use our Vanke technical patents - to be precise, let your batch of fakes be transformed into authentic products!"

"Well, I have seen it. Your Sony's technology is really great - to be honest, the quality of imitations is better than that of our genuine ones, so I feel relieved to hand over the golden signboard we created for you to use." Song Zhichao seemed generous and sincere.

Akio Morita: "…"

He is so old, but he really wants to scold his mother.

Song Zhichao continued: "At that time, your Sony VCD will become our Vanke VCD, and you can officially land in the United States to earn American money - nine billion US dollars, at your fingertips! How about it, am I friendly or not?"

"Haha, dear Mr. Song Zhichao, I didn't expect you to be such a friendly person - let's talk, what are the conditions?" Sheng Tian sneered.

Song Zhichao smiled on the other end of the phone, "I feel a little embarrassed when you ask this - well, then give me 3 billion!"

Akio Morita: "…"

Almost vomited blood!

You should know that this batch of goods was sent to the United States. Apart from capital and various expenses, you can earn at least 3 billion US dollars in profits - Song Zhichao did nothing, but he had to take them all!

Let me ask, is there anyone in the world that is more unscrupulous than this?

In the banquet hall, Bill Clinton looked at Akio Morita with a look of surprise - a person's face could instantly turn from being proud to being angry...

What kind of blow did he suffer?

Who is the person who called him?

Who can make my dear Mr. Morita so angry?
Chapter completed!