"How is Brother Erjun recently?" Tokuhei Taro asked the person opposite him. At this time, the two of them were on the fourth floor of the Edo Tokuhei Bank's headquarters near Nippon Bridge in Edo, not in the Forest Restaurant opened by Tokuhei Taro in Yoshihara like before.
After hearing Tokuhei Taro's question, the messenger quickly replied, "He's fine."
"I contacted Brother Erjun this time mainly because I heard that he can get a TV. So I want him to get me a batch, "Tokuhei Taro said as he filled the tobacco pipe in his hand with tobacco and lit it with a match. Then, the messenger smelled a nice smell of burley tobacco.
The messenger looked at the tobacco pipe in Tokuhei Taro's hand. It was exquisitely made, and the slender tobacco stem was painted with all kinds of delicate patterns. The copper eye bags and amber cigarette holder were very meticulously made. He was wearing Japanese-style clothes while holding this thing. Tokuhei Taro already looked like a Japanese.
Of course, he couldn't say this out loud. The messenger asked, "Does Japan already have its own TV station?"
"I'm going to do one," Tokuhei Taro said with 90% confidence and 10% laziness as he smoked the tobacco pipe.
The messenger immediately felt that this was quite promising, so he continued to ask, "How many do you want?"
"Get me two thousand of them," Tokuhira Taro said as he knocked the ash off his cigarette on a clay ashtray.
The messenger's facial muscles twitched a few times, but he managed to resist the urge to laugh out loud. Tokuhei Taro's behavior reminded the messenger of a movie about a feudal landlord. The master in the movie was high and mighty, putting on airs to the point of being pretentious. Tokuhei Taro gave the messenger the same feeling. So, the messenger was very puzzled. How did a good person become like this after coming to Japan?
The reason why he asked the messenger to come and go was because using a tool like a telegraph couldn't make Tokuhei Taro feel at ease. After the matter was settled and the contact password was confirmed, the messenger immediately took a plane from Edo to Beijing. After returning to Beijing, the car that came to pick up the messenger directly took him to a restaurant. After entering the private room, he saw Brother Erjun sitting in front of an empty table with a golden saber. He put a thin slice of meat on a small fork into his mouth with a look of displeasure. When Brother Er Jun saw the messenger coming in, he pushed the plate with a few thin slices of meat towards the messenger and complained, "In this world now, anyone dares to make raw ham anywhere. It was all acorn and pork flavor. The country has to step up the work of cracking down on counterfeits! "
After listening to these righteous words, the messenger glanced at the paper-thin slices of raw ham. The color was bright red, but compared to the old brand of Min dynasty ham that had been popular for twenty years, it still had a slightly impure feeling. Picking up the small fork on the plate, he inserted a piece into his mouth and couldn't help but frown. Top-grade raw ham relied on acorn fodder to give the ham its own aroma. It had an alluring hazelnut flavor and a mouthful of cheese like aged oil and gas. The oily, round raw ham was so tender that it could melt in one's mouth. Paired with Fenjiu or wine, it would make people addicted and unable to stop.
The ham on the plate was either better or worse in every aspect, but when combined, it was far inferior. At most, it could be considered passable. To 'Brother Er Jun', a qualified product was a failed product.
Just as he didn't know how to evaluate it, the messenger heard Brother Er Jun say sarcastically, "Tokuhira Taro is starting again? Forget it. Before his old man Yao Bang stepped down, he dared to do anything. In the past few years, no one paid attention to him. He hid in Japan for a few years. In the past year, he went around asking people to invest money and probably recovered his strength. "
“? Not really. I just feel that he is becoming more and more like a Japanese, "the messenger replied.
"Roar! What do you mean? "Brother Er Jun suddenly became interested.
The messenger told him about Tokuhira Taro's kimono, the slender tobacco pipe and pot that looked like a spear, and all kinds of styles that were contrary to the simple and practical style of the Min dynasty. Brother Er Jun was extremely surprised at first, but after listening to the end, he simply laughed out loud. "Haha! So that's how it is. This guy actually became like this. Interesting, interesting! "
After laughing, Brother Er Jun took the paper handed over by the messenger and looked at it. Then he took out a lighter and burned the paper with the number of televisions written on it. Looking at the flames engulfing the Arabic number 2000, Brother Er Jun sneered and said, "Now people are asking for televisions everywhere. How can I give him so much? Even if I do, can he give me so much money? Even if I can't keep it, I still have to buy it on credit. "
"I also find it strange that everyone suddenly started buying televisions!" The messenger laughed.
"Isn't it because the group of people who made the televisions first installed televisions for the leaders? Everyone felt that the things that the leaders have must be good, so they followed the trend and bought it. Thinking about two years ago, everyone bought whatever they saw. If there were televisions back then, they would definitely sell better. Sigh … We didn't make it in time! "Brother Er Jun couldn't help but let out a long sigh at the end.
The messenger laughed a few times, but in his heart, he didn't think much of it. Back then, Brother Er Jun's old man Ziyang was only a premier. At that time, everyone's attention was on the country's presidential election that had just gotten on track. The premier who had already been replaced normally was no longer the political focus of earlier years. In addition, Ziyang had his own ambitions and restrained his son Brother Er Jun, causing Brother Er Jun to not be able to participate in the previous wave of criticism. Now it was different. With a large number of people in the country falling from power, a large number of people who relied on criticism to make a living lost their backing. Brother Er Jun took this opportunity to become the most prominent person in the government. Although Brother Er Jun's power was overwhelming, in the eyes of the messenger who was also in the government, Brother Er Jun relied more on the general situation. Instead, it was Tokuhira Taro who created something. Even if these things were geisha services, the creator was more valuable.
"This is the contact information and password." The messenger handed another piece of paper to Brother Er Jun.
Brother Er Jun pushed the paper back. "Since you're in charge of this matter, I'm only in charge of contacting you. I'll only discuss with you how much goods you have and how much you want. As for how much you give Tokuhira Taro, that's your business. There are too many people who scammed me. Let's settle the accounts as brothers. I don't care how much you earn. I'll give you the goods according to the price. "
The two chatted for a while more before ending the meeting. After the messenger left, Brother Er Jun leaned back in his chair and sighed. He also wanted to be righteous, but he also didn't want to haggle over the smallest details. However, the environment didn't allow it. Although the people in the government were arrogant to outsiders, they were never self-disciplined. Those self-disciplined people had long found what they wanted to do. They relied on their own hard work and the help of their families to get promoted. Wang Mingshan's son, who was the envy of the government, was now the owner of the big fleet. But before he resigned, he was doing well in his unit.
Those who relied on criticism and reselling were all people with 'unrecognized talents'. In other words, their goal was to make money easily and quickly. Therefore, the profits from reselling and reselling the goods were not enough to satisfy these people. After getting the goods, they didn't have to pay for it to maximize their profits. This was what these grandsons really wanted!
When faced with a group of hungry wolves, they could only deal with them the same way. Even if it seemed unrighteous, Brother Er Jun could only do so.
Two days later, Brother Er Jun arrived in Shanghai. His purpose was to see Mayor Luo. The TV factory was a state-owned enterprise. Mayor Luo had a lot of say here. In theory, the Municipal Party Secretary had more say. However, the Municipal Party Secretary was Shen Xin's man. Brother Er Jun didn't want to touch this bad luck.
After leaving the train station, he sat in the car to the hotel. Brother Er Jun saw that the bicycles on the streets of Shanghai were very unique. Some bicycles had very thick belts and the handlebars were straight sticks. Some bicycles had thin belts and the handlebars were shaped like butterflies. The rear axle of these bicycles also had some strange devices. No matter how he looked at it, it was very different from the bicycles that were popular for 30 years.
"What's with these bicycles?" Brother Er Jun asked.
"This is the new variable speed bicycle that we introduced in Shanghai. It's so expensive! The money to buy one of these bicycles can buy several ordinary bicycles. "The local government official who came to greet them said proudly.
Originally, he wanted to ask, 'There are still people who buy it when it's so expensive?' However, Brother Er Jun held back at the right time. The size of the TV was not big. The price was much more expensive than the radio, but there were still people who wanted to buy it. Brother Er Jun couldn't help but feel a little confused. Expensive things had become best-sellers these days.
Brother Er Jun wasn't the only one who felt confused. The cadres of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee were also very scared. At first, everyone was quite restrained and spoke in an orderly manner. Until Mayor Luo loudly said, "Relax when it's time to relax. At this time, there's no need to brag!" Then the atmosphere immediately became lively. All the departments were showing off their contributions to prove that the part they were responsible for was indispensable. The feeling of fear was quickly diluted by the warm atmosphere.
Then, the Municipal Party Secretary said, "His Majesty is indeed His Majesty. I feel that my previous view of His Majesty was wrong. If His Majesty didn't see through the needs of the people, how could the people pay for such expensive TVs and variable speed bicycles without the government's order? "
As soon as this was said, the venue immediately fell silent. His Majesty Vézé had actually retired in recent years and faded from the core of power. Therefore, His Majesty Vézé's suggestion was no longer equivalent to His Majesty Vézé's guarantee. When Mayor Luo insisted on carrying out His Majesty Vézé's suggestion, many people broke out in cold sweat. It turned out that His Majesty Vézé's judgment was still accurate. Even though he had hidden behind the scenes, the people's choice was still as His Majesty expected.
Amidst the silence, Mayor Luo spoke, "This incident has given me a new understanding of His Majesty. I used to think that His Majesty was great because everyone was willing to support His Majesty. Now, I feel that the older generation is right to support His Majesty. It's not that His Majesty ordered the country to do something. His Majesty said that we should respond to the needs of the people and serve the needs of the people. That's true. "
If it were ten years ago, people who dared to say this would definitely be regarded as flattery. Facts spoke louder than words. This time, the cadres of the Municipal Party Committee no longer thought so. Before everyone could say anything in agreement, Mayor Luo said, "I'm going to send someone to visit His Majesty again and ask His Majesty to make a forecast for our TVs and bicycles. I wonder who is more suitable? "
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