Chapter 353
Suzuki Saburo’s tinplate factory was scheduled to make a lot of money.
Now in this world, the best thing to sell is food, better than the military*. Because the source of food is not so sensitive, and the source of heavy, the United States, France, Germany, India and other places are all food exporting countries, now France and Germany have embargo, the United States and India still have a large number of food can be traded.
In addition, is the land of China. This land has countless poor and hard-working people, and a large area of unowned land, the production of food can feed the whole world.
Suzuki Saburo envisioned it well.
He planned to open a tinplate factory and a grain factory at the same time. The source of food would be in China, which would save a lot of time on transportation, and it could be done only in the area occupied by the Japanese army, so that the people of China would plant the land, and all the harvested food could be transported into his factory for processing and production, and then the tinplate produced by his own factory would be used to make cans to be sold to armies and harbors all over the world.
China was a big country, and he could surely achieve greater success here than in Japan!
Japan was sure to win, and his future was sure to be bright!
Of course, Japan has not yet occupied enough places in China, but for the time being it has taken over the busiest port city in China, the jewel of the world, the fashion capital that can be compared to Paris in France.
So there’s a lot of potential here, too.
But for the time being, he could only open steel factories, make the best canned goods, sell them as products, and make a lot of money so that he could open more food factories in the future.
He will keep the prices very low, lower than anyone else, so he can grab all the markets.
Chinese workers are so cheap that for ten dollars they can sign a ten-year contract, during which they cannot even go out of the factory door and must work all day and all night, with a four-hour break every twenty-four hours, until they die.
This would save a great deal of cost.
Saburo Suzuki was going to post advertisements for laborers at every street corner, and everyone willing to come to work would be given a small bag of corn as a gift, and he was sure he could gather a lot of workers that way.
The night market had to be the most important place to recruit workers, the Chinese were poor, they had no money, and they loved cheap things.
Thanks to that night market he understood the Chinese better.
Suzuki Saburo has been trying to find ways to make good relations with the Japanese military* lately, because he wants to form a fleet for transportation. However, the Japanese military* demanded that the fleet must be under the control of the Japanese soldiers, that is to say, Suzuki Saburo could pay for the formation of a fleet, but the fleet should belong to the Japanese soldiers, and the Japanese army could transport whatever it wanted to transport, and he could allow Suzuki Saburo to transport a little bit of his own goods among them, but he would have to pay a protection fee to the Japanese soldiers.
Of course Suzuki Saburo was not willing to give up such a big favor, but he also really needed this fleet for shipping in raw steel materials and for shipping out the tinplate that was produced.
He kept sending gifts to Yamamoto to try to get his support, he also sent people back to Japan to try to sell a couple of Japanese military brass, and he even thought about going back to his hometown to get married again, or going to a certain family as an adoptive son to get direct political help and become the heir to a certain family or something like that.
Though he didn’t want to give up the Suzuki family name, before he left the Suzuki family he vowed to make a name for himself with it so that his father would regret giving up on him as a good son.
But now he felt it was something that could be compromised, as his success was more important.
Just then, his stupid and meddlesome wife came to him and said she wanted to pay a visit to the Chinese woman, Zhu Yuyan.
Suzuki Yoshiko’s face twisted a little, she was furious.
She said, “She said she moved into a big house, the house where the Chinese mayor of this city lives, and she’s having a party and has invited me specially, so I think I should go, but if you think a wife should stay at home and serve you ……”
Saburo Suzuki interrupted her, “Of course you should go, and you should take a present with you; to be the wife of the Suzuki family you must never be rude when you go out to entertain.”
There are some clever people among the Chinese. But still they will not succeed, because their country is a decaying country, smart people should choose a better country to live in, a good bird chooses a tree to live in, this is a famous Chinese saying, every Chinese should have learned this saying.
He believed Zhu Yuyan must have studied it.
She was a young, intelligent woman full of exuberant vitality.
He looked at Suzuki Yoshiko in front of him and regretted very much that his wife, a Japanese woman, was not smarter than a Chinese woman. But the people of Daming had always been excellent, and the people of Daming had always been the objects of Japanese desire.
He was sure that Zhu Yuyan must have coaxed Jiazi in the midst of their relationship. Stupid people would only be coaxed, smart people were the rulers of this world.
He didn’t care if Jia Zi was cheated outside. It was her fault for being cheated.
Even though she was his wife, he only needed her to give birth to a qualified heir, his first child had better be a son, and it had to be a son.
Beyond that, it was none of his business what she wanted to become, he didn’t care and didn’t care.
Suzuki Saburo: “You go well and come back and tell me what all happened there.”
Zhu Yuyan did have a party to throw, and she really should.
On the day she moved into the Feng Mansion – which would now be the Su Mansion. On the day she moved in, at the dinner table, Zhao Shuli suggested that she hurry up and throw a banquet.
Zhao Shuli: “It’s a courtesy, and it should be made clear to the people in this city that the city has a new owner.”
Su Chunjun is eating a plate of spaghetti and smirks, “Correction, there are only six hundred new owners of the police and they only have step*, they don’t even have a box*.”
Zhao Shuli: “If you dare to hand out the box*, they’ll dare to go and sell it that day, believe it or not. Even the sub* they’d sell, I bet there wouldn’t be a sub* in every cop’s *right now, because it’s all sold.”
This is such a sad fact.
The reason these ROC cops are selling *and* sub*s is because they can’t afford to eat anymore.
While the money printing presses are still working every day and brand new bills are being handed out in stacks, they have long since been unable to buy anything.
Now that the market has turned to bartering, paper money has long since fallen out of fashion, and you need to take at least one Yuan Daitou when you go out.
Of course, what is more valuable is not the US dollar, because people don’t have it, but gold, silver and copper.
Copper is the most expensive, and you can rarely see copper money on the market, because copper can be used as * inside parts, so all the copper money on the market has been taken away and melted down to send into the army **.
Su Chunjun also take this kind of thing can not help, fortunately, there Zhu Yuyan.
Zhu Yuyan borrowed the name of the charity foundation rented a lot of cold storage used to store food, in addition to being sent to the night market to sell, another part has been in the cantonment.
Now Su Chunjun is using these grains to supplement the salaries of the police officers, so that they don’t all run away.
Zhao Shuli was very impressed with Zhu Yuyan, don’t underestimate this small charity foundation, now it is a force behind the city government with a lot of support.
It has money, connections, it can buy in food, and it can be in the newspaper.
Sometimes when the government wants to announce something, and they go to the newspaper themselves, the people will read it and resist instead, but when they switch to Zhu Yuyan to find a way to reveal it, it will have a very good effect.
Zhao Shuli: “Turn around and I’ll make a list, I’ll have to work hard for you.”
Zhu Yuyan elegantly wiped the corners of her mouth – she had just shivered a bowl of yellow fish noodles! Lol!
Zhu Yuyan: “No hard work, it’s all due. I need to invite a few Japanese guests, is this okay?”
Zhao Shuli loudly agrees, “Please! We should invite them! You should invite as many foreigners as you know! That’s what makes this banquet look upscale!” He said, “I also wanted to invite Mr. Zhang, but unfortunately it’s impossible for him to come, and Ms. Zhao won’t come either.”
Zhu Yuyan: “Miss Zhao might come over.”
Miss Zhao now had a labor union on her hands, it was the time when she needed exposure, if she said something, she would definitely be willing to come.
Zhao Shuli’s eyes were glowing, “It’s good that Miss Zhao is coming.”
Su Chunjun: “You want to invite Suzuki Yoshiko, right?”
Zhu Yuyan: “Not only her, I’m going to invite Japanese teachers and Japanese students as well. I’ll also send an invitation to the Japanese Chamber of Commerce. I’m going to help Mrs. Suzuki have a good time.”
Like letting people know that Mrs. Suzuki is a strong woman.
She has the same career as Mr. Suzuki.
She is a modern woman with an enterprising spirit.
She is trusted by Mr. Suzuki to give her opinion on many things, and Mr. Suzuki values her opinion.
Blah, blah, blah.
The party was a paper-thin affair.
Yoshiko Suzuki sat in the center, surrounded by stars.
Many Japanese people gathered around her, preferring to stand rather than leave without a seat.
“You are great!”
“You are a pioneer of Japanese women!”
“I think you are more representative of Japanese women than Empress Kaishun!”
Suzuki Yoshiko held her pregnant belly in her hands and smiled with compassion, after hearing “Empress of Japan”, she paid more attention to her appearance, her smile and her sitting posture, she must really act better than the Emperor’s Empress!
There were Japanese people all around her, and they were all bragging about her!
God, this fast*, don’t stop!
Miss Zhao is standing in the corner with Zhu Yuyan, she tsk-tsks at the scene, covers her mouth with her hand and whispers to Zhu Yuyan, “You’re such a badass.”
Zhu Yuyan: “No way, I’m her best friend.”