After listening to Fukuyama's speech, the three of them still didn't feel satisfied. After returning to the hotel, they continued to discuss. The more they discussed, the more they felt an imposing manner in their hearts. They couldn't wait to express their thoughts immediately.
"I can't take it anymore. I have to write down my thoughts immediately and bring it back to them. I have to let them know what the truth is!" One of the three, who was also the chief editor of Southern Saturday, couldn't hold back the surging thoughts in his heart. He was ready to pick up his pen and write.
As a result, the other person also felt the same and began to write together. Ishihira Taro was also in high spirits. However, he wasn't qualified to send the article to Southern Saturday for publication. But he could watch his two friends write and then express his own thoughts and fill in the gaps.
The three of them showed an unimaginable enthusiasm. They spent the whole night without sleeping and wrote the two articles.
The three of them read the whole article aloud and felt that it was a gift from God. They estimated that if it were to spread to the country, it would definitely cause a huge stir in public opinion.
Moreover, after the collapse of Hua Xia, these articles might be the future "Evolution of Heaven" or "Turning Back Fiercely" that could be passed down through the ages.
The few of them were very excited.
"Unfortunately, we have to wait for another week before we can return to China. So, these two articles can't be published in our magazine immediately!" The deputy chief editor said with emotion.
"Yeah!" The chief editor also sighed. He couldn't wait to publish his article as soon as possible.
"Actually, that's not necessarily true. Do the two of you know what email address is?" Ishihira Taro asked with a smile.
"Email address? It's the thing that can send articles through the Internet! " The two of them were indeed reporters who had seen the world. At this time, they still knew about email addresses that 99% of the people in China had never heard of.
"Yeah, I just don't know if your editorial department is connected to the Internet. If not, you can also send a fax, but it's a little troublesome!" Ishihira Taro said.
"There is Internet. I remember that Old Zhou also has his own email address. We can really send an email over!" The chief editor laughed.
"But, isn't the Internet in our editorial department particularly unreliable? Old Zhou's email often fails to download and can't be received. And now we have crossed the ocean. I'm afraid we can't send it over! "The deputy editor said with some worry.
"You don't have to worry about that. You don't know this, but the whole of Tokyo was fully installed with broadband last month. This thing is very fast. Even pictures can be opened in a few seconds, and you can even video chat. It's the pinnacle of technology!"
"I remember that this five-star hotel should have installed broadband at the same time. I have a laptop here. Why don't you send it over here?" Ishihira Taro took the initiative to take out his laptop. The two of them tried it out, and as expected, they successfully sent the article over. At the end, Old Zhou even replied to them, saying that these were two great articles. He would definitely publish them as soon as possible.
However, their writing was a little too explicit, so the chief editor hoped that they could make some changes. Otherwise, even if it was "Southern Saturday", it would be a little troublesome to publish.
The two of them sighed and then began to edit the article. They did not go into detail.
However, it took time for the article to go back and forth. While waiting, the few of them felt a little bored. Ishihira Taro saw that they seemed a little sleepy, so he smiled and then opened an indescribable website for them.
It seemed to be a picture-based website. When the pictures on the website were opened one by one and appeared on the computer screen, the few of them started to breathe faster. In the end, they exclaimed that the Hades country was the best. They could even casually look at this kind of website. It was too great.
"This broadband network is indeed different from our phone lines. The speed is too fast!" The deputy editor could not help but sigh.
"Yes, I think this must be the high-tech technology that only Fusang has. It represents the peak of the entire Fusang technology industry. Could it be that Fusang was able to stand at the peak of all the ethnic groups in Asia for more than 100 years? Even if they lost the war, they could still develop again in just 50 years!"
"The superiority of the Yamato people far surpasses that of our Hua Xia people. This kind of broadband technology, even if we are given another 20 years, I'm afraid we won't be able to have it. Sigh, if only I was reincarnated as Fusangpeople in this life, then I wouldn't have to endure the pain of being a backward ethnic group! "
"Yes!" The deputy editor nodded in agreement. However, Ishihira Taro's face, which was full of smiles just now, instantly darkened. He even seemed to be very embarrassed.
The other two were in the media, and they started out as reporters, so they were very sensitive to the changes in people's expressions. They immediately noticed that something was wrong with Ishihira Taro.
"Ishihira Taro, what happened? Is there something wrong with this broadband? "The chief editor asked curiously.
"There's nothing wrong with it. It's just that this broadband was built by Xiamu Network!" Ishihira Taro licked his lips.
"Oh, Xiamu Network, I know this company!" The deputy editor pounded his fist on his palm and said, "I remember that this is a high-tech company that rose to prominence in Fusang in the past two or three years. They are dedicated to the Internet and have very strong technological capabilities. Some Fusangpeople even said that they are the pioneers of Fusang technology in the future, and that they can become the leader of Fusang and even the world's telecommunications industry!"
"Is that so? That's awesome! " The chief editor exclaimed, "Sigh, as expected of the Fusang. A young company like this is already so energetic. The companies in Hua Xia can't compare. They are all decadent state-owned enterprises. They are old and stinky. Other than creating laid-off workers, they have no other use."
"Companies like this should be sold off and run by private individuals. This is what society and the country should do!"
"Oh, speaking of private enterprises!" Ishihira Taro's face suddenly twitched slightly, and then he asked curiously, "What do you two think of the Daqian Group?"
"Daqian Group?" The chief editor and the deputy editor were stunned when they heard the name. Then, anger rose in their hearts. The chief editor cursed, "This is a bastard company. It's the cancer of Hua Xia. It's the worst company in Hua Xia!"
"Isn't the Daqian a private enterprise?" Ishihira Taro asked with a smile.
"This …" The two editors' expressions froze. After all, they had just praised private enterprises and thought that it would be better to sell all state-owned enterprises to private individuals. It seemed wrong to criticize the Daqian Group at this time.
However, the deputy editor was quick-witted. He said, "Actually, the Daqian Group is not a private enterprise at all. It was promoted by the country to show foreigners that there are private enterprises in Hua Xia. Jia Yapeng is nothing but a pair of gloves!"
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