National Tide 1980.

Ning Weimin's words resounded like thunder in the hearts of the master and apprentice, shaking Zhao Chunshu and Nakamura Go to their core, leaving them speechless for a long time.

They never imagined that business could be done this way.

Even the principle of competing on low prices can be used by Ning Weimin in so many ingenious ways, and he has thought of it so thoroughly.

The mental tactics and strategies employed in it are no less sophisticated than those in "The Art of War" and "The Thirty-Six Stratagems".

Such insight far surpasses the normal understanding of business that ordinary people have; they can only feel "admiration" for it.

Nakamura Go couldn't help but slam his fist into his palm, excitedly saying, "Yes! Let's do it this way! Let's do it as Mr. Ning said! This idea is brilliant. I wholeheartedly agree."

Zhao Chunshu nodded in agreement. "It seems that specialization is indeed important, and different professions are like different worlds. I only realized today what a real businessman should be like. Now I realize what our biggest advantage is: having a master like Mr. Ning as our business partner. We can consult him anytime we encounter difficulties."

And seeing how the master and apprentice treated him like a well-behaved student asking a teacher for advice.

Ning Weimin felt a little embarrassed, as they seemed to be praising him too much, but at the same time he felt very reassured.

That's how business works; when everyone works together, reaches a consensus, and elects a leader is inevitable.

Otherwise, if everyone has their own agenda, the business will inevitably be riddled with problems, so what's the point of talking about cooperation?

It's good that things are like this now; Zhao Chunshu and Nakamura Go are both people who know how to be pragmatic and what's good for them.

Since they all listen to his advice and admire his professional competence, their joint business will be able to thrive in the long run.

Therefore, Ning Weimin no longer hesitated and simply struck while the iron was hot, continuing to unfold his grand blueprint.

"Secondly, I hope that you two can try to expand your business scope as much as possible when it comes to acquiring clients. For example, the monks in Tokyo temples are both rich and greedy. They will stop at nothing to amass wealth. Earning money from believers' offerings is no longer enough for them. In addition to hoarding land, these monks also open bars and nightclubs. I think you can easily win them over with your financial offensive."

"The key is that while they do provide suitable funeral items for the deceased with religious beliefs, such as coffins with religious patterns and special sacrificial funeral accessories to meet the religious ritual needs of the deceased and their families, these are still relatively minor needs for them. What they really need most are religious items: Buddha statues, altars, shrines, memorial tablets, prayer beads, incense sticks, etc. In addition, they also customize exclusive items to suit their own religious rituals. For example, special amulets and sacrificial accessories with Buddhist patterns, used to meet the needs of believers for worship, offerings, and sacrifices."

"To be honest, these religious items are actually no different from funeral supplies in terms of manufacturing process. If you can take over the temple's business, our business volume will double, and this is a more stable long-term source of income, because it's not just Japanese people who come to temples to worship, but also an increasing number of overseas tourists..."

Zhao Chunshu and Nakamura Go were once again deeply moved, their eyes shining and their breathing becoming rapid.

Ning Weimin's second strategy revealed the secret of the matter in a single sentence, hitting the nail on the head with every word.

Looking at the excessively young Ning Weimin, they once again felt a sense of awe and reverence.

They had assumed that the funeral supplies Ning Weimin had offered were already a tempting piece of meat.

Surprisingly, they were also involved in selling religious supplies for temples.

If we could actually get our hands on this piece of meat, not only would our business prospects and profits double, but it would also seem like a more stable long-term meal ticket.

After all, selling funeral supplies requires dead people, while religious items only require a sufficient number of believers and tourists.

They could easily make money from both the dead and the living.

"temple……"

Nakamura Go muttered something and then bowed down, his voice full of heartfelt admiration.

"With Mr. Ning's arrival today, our future is truly saved. I am now completely convinced of your worth. My master was right, you are indeed our benefactor. Therefore, please allow me to express my sincere gratitude."

Zhao Chunshu, mindful of his status, did not express gratitude to the point of tears like his apprentice did.

But he also exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "It's more than just hopeful. Mr. Ning has clearly pointed out two golden paths for us. Now I am 100% convinced that these two businesses are absolutely worth doing. We really might get rich, become very rich."

However, compared to their growing excitement, Ning Weimin simply smiled faintly.

Because he still had something to say, he felt that Zhao Chunshu and Nakamura Go were getting excited too early and their reactions were a bit exaggerated.

"I have one last suggestion: in addition to selling funeral and religious supplies, we can leverage our human resources advantage to engage in more related service businesses."

Ning Weimin stared at the master and apprentice, his gaze deep and confident, as if he had seen through all the secrets of this business.

"Japan is a developed capitalist country, but it is also a very superstitious nation with many taboos. Development has led to high-rise buildings all over Japanese cities, and the laws of nature mean that everyone will eventually die. Superstition and taboos mean that they do not allow the use of elevators when moving the dead. Therefore, all the dead who die in high-rise buildings must be carried down the stairs by hired people."

"Without a doubt, the work of dealing with the dead is not only the lowest of jobs, but also the most frightening. Naturally, Japanese people would not and need not do this job of carrying the dead. So in Japan, the job of carrying the dead is actually done by foreigners. Moreover, because of the special nature of this job, even many foreigners are unwilling to do this job, which leads to the extremely high pay for this special job."

"As far as I know, foreigners who do this kind of work can easily earn a million yen a month. And that doesn't include the hard-earned money from the deceased's family or the tips from the neighbors. After all, nobody wants the dead lingering in front of their house, so many people are willing to pay to make the people carrying the body walk faster and carry away the bad luck as far as possible. I estimate that carrying a dead body downstairs can earn at least twenty or thirty thousand yen..."

"so much?"

Nakamura Gou exclaimed in surprise, as the information revealed by Ning Weimin was something he had never imagined.

This kind of income is comparable to that of a junior manager in a large company, isn't it?
Moreover, it is well known that in Tokyo, among all the shady professions, the one that can make the most quick money is the Ginza hostess who are both highly educated and beautiful.

But for the average girl, the daily wage is only 40,000 to 50,000 yen.

If he carried two corpses a day, he would be doing more than these girls, wouldn't he?

It's unbelievable.

"You idiot, didn't you listen carefully to what Ning Xian said? When you're moving a dead body, the neighbors along the way will give you money, even if it's only 1,000 yen per family. Ten families would give you 10,000 yen. If it's a high-rise building, and you slowly walk down and stop at each house for a while, how much would you collect?"

It must be said that experience truly matters; Zhao Chunshu's ability to absorb information is far more sophisticated than that of Nakamura Go, who can only marvel at it.

Just by listening to Ning Weimin's description, he had already grasped the key tricks of this industry.

Moreover, they learned without being taught how to use the Yakuza's abilities to generate extra income.

Ning Weimin nodded slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Zhao Chunshu's comments, and continued, "In any case, it's true that this job is very profitable. So we can completely take control of all the job opportunities through cooperation, and there's no need to let others make this money."

"Look, your past experience and existing organization give you enough understanding of street social interactions and how to achieve a monopolistic operation in special industries. I also have my own organization, the Mainland Compatriots Mutual Aid Association, which currently consists of more than two thousand Chinese in Tokyo. If you need it, I can provide you with labor for this kind of work at any time. Even dozens or hundreds are no problem. Because many of my fellow mainlanders are not afraid of ghosts."

"Besides, the situation of suicide and dying alone in Japan is becoming increasingly serious. Many people living alone die and are not discovered for a long time. After they die, not only is it necessary to dispose of their bodies, but also to have someone handle their personal belongings. I think we can take over both of these jobs from the Japanese government. You can handle the business negotiations, and I will find people to do the work. I can also refurbish the goods I collect and sell them for profit..."

He paused slightly at this point, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Chunshu and Nakamura Go.

"The only obstacle that needs to be properly addressed in our cooperation is actually just one issue—how to allocate resources. What do you think?"

At this point, he had laid out all three of his suggestions.

The resulting effects are extremely noticeable.

When he finished asking his last question, Zhao Chunshu and his apprentice Nakamura Go were completely drawn into this grand strategic vision.

Not only did they understand what they should do, but they also finally saw the enormous gold mine hidden in the direction Ning Weimin pointed out to them.

Without the slightest hesitation, both master and apprentice immediately pledged their unwavering loyalty to Ning Weimin. Nakamura Go was particularly excited. He grasped Ning Weimin's hand, wiping the sweat from his palm onto the back of Ning's hand, and said with heartfelt respect, "Mr. Ning, I've never admired anyone in my life, but today I admire you! Such a brilliant idea came from you, so of course we should follow your advice on how to distribute it. As long as you and my master agree, I have absolutely no objections."

Zhao Chunshu had already calculated the score perfectly in his mind.

"Mr. Ning, please don't stand on ceremony. I'll do whatever you say on how to allocate the funds. I know very well that this business can do without anyone else, but it can't do without you."

Indeed, Ning Weimin's importance lies not only in his stable supply of cheap goods, but also in his exceptionally shrewd and unparalleled business acumen.

Based on Zhao Chunshu's life experience, he naturally knew that no business deal would be smooth sailing.

Even if they are in the right line of business, they will inevitably encounter more business problems in the future.

But as long as Ning Weimin was his partner, he felt confident.

He believed that no matter how difficult the problem, it could definitely be resolved smoothly.

"Okay, you trust me, then I absolutely won't let you suffer any losses."

Ning Weimin gladly poured wine for his two partners and then raised his glass himself.

"I think it would be better to do this: the distribution of the body-carrying expenses will be 40/60. Your people will take 40%, and my people will take 60%, because my people will need to do the physical labor, and it would be too strenuous for one person to carry the body; we might need to send two people. As for the collection of the belongings of those who died alone, you can keep all the money the government provides. I only want the goods in the room. What do you think? If you agree, then our cooperation is now established."

“Alright! Mr. Ning is so straightforward. In that case, it’s settled.” Zhao Chunshu was the first to express his opinion this time.

“Alright! Mr. Ning, please feel free to give me any instructions in the future.” Nakamura Goya raised his glass.

The three then exchanged a smile, clinked glasses, and drank together, everything understood without a word.

…………

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, the warm wine made people feel restless all over.

After the meal, Zhao Chunshu suggested that Ning Weimin go soak in an open-air hot spring.

The snow soup here is said to be exceptional. Right now, it's snowing lightly outside. Soaking in the hot soup while watching the snow scene is more comfortable than drinking any fine wine.

Moreover, he had made arrangements beforehand, whether for Ning Weimin or Bian Gang who accompanied him.

The private rooms arranged all have private hot springs, so you can enjoy the most private hot spring experience without having to mix with other people.

Ning Weimin readily agreed and went back to his private room in the backyard to enjoy himself.

As expected, the open-air hot spring pool is quite unique, composed of natural rocks and surrounded by green plants.

The rising steam from the water hits you, meeting the fine snowflakes in the air and turning into a misty white fog.

The bare branches by the pond were covered with fluffy snow, and the distant mountain shadows were faintly visible in the night, like a watercolor painting spreading out.

Moreover, on the stone table next to the hot spring, chilled plum wine, sliced ​​honeydew melon, and strawberries were already laid out.

Ning Weimin stepped into the hot spring, the warm water instantly covering his shoulders, carrying a faint smell of sulfur, gradually soothing away the fatigue of the past few days from the very marrow of his bones.

He sighed contentedly, leaned against the rock by the pool, and watched the fine snow fall onto the water and melt instantly.

He lay half-reclined against the pool wall in the water, and when he touched the warm stones beside him, he picked up the basket and placed a bottle of milk in a crevice between the stones to heat it up, intending to drink it later.

There was a bit of a whirlwind on the side of the courtyard closest to the cliff, but the gentle breeze made it even more comfortable as the hot spring steam rose softly.

Ning Weimin soaked for a while, not thinking about anything, simply enjoying the comfort brought by the rapid flow of blood throughout his body and the opening of his pores.

The hot spring allowed his thoughts to wander freely, countless ideas drifting aimlessly, just like his body half-floating in the pool.

But a sudden sound startled him awake, and his gaze returned to focus, looking directly towards his room.

Then he was surprised to find that it was the beautiful owner of the hot spring hotel who came over with a pretty waitress, each carrying a velvet towel.

“Mr. Ning, we are here on orders to serve you, is that alright?” the boss said.

Ning Weimin didn't understand at first, and just waved his hand, "I don't need anything here. Thank you."

Unexpectedly, the proprietress said, "Our massage techniques are excellent. We're here specifically to accompany you during your bath and help you relax. If you have any needs, we can satisfy them unconditionally."

As she spoke, she began to take off her clothes. Only then did Ning Weimin regain his senses and realize what she was about to do.

She quickly stopped them, saying, "No, no, I've already made myself very clear. Get out, I don't need you."

"But...but if we leave like this, we'll be punished."

The female boss and the waitress actually knelt down together, trembling with fear. "Mr. Ning, please, please let us stay. Otherwise, we won't be able to explain ourselves..."

Ning Weimin was speechless. He thought to himself, "Why did these wicked Yakuza arrange this for a decent man like me with a family?"

There's no way to test cadres like that.

He asked angrily, "Did Mr. Zhao send you? Invite him here, I'll talk to him..."

Unexpectedly, the two women exchanged glances, looking even more frightened. "Mr. Zhao has already gone to rest. It's Team Leader Nakamura..."

"Nakamura Gou? Then call him here..."

But it was no use. The two women looked like they were about to die, and all they did was kneel down and beg for mercy.

"No, please, we'll die..."

Ning Weimin was completely dizzy and disoriented. "Then what do you suggest we do? You can't force me, can you? This is also Nakamura's idea?"

The two women exchanged glances, and finally the female boss said, "Well... you should take a closer look at our tattoos. If Team Leader Nakamura asks you about them, please help us cover it up and tell him the details of the designs on our bodies, and that should be fine..."

This is probably the only option left.

Having no other choice, Ning Weimin reluctantly agreed and nodded in consent.

And so, by the hot spring pool, the overly kind-hearted Ning Weimin underwent the most rigorous and erotic visual test yet.

Fortunately, while the mental shock was significant, the side effects were minor.

Aside from sobering up, having a slight nosebleed, and experiencing some restlessness when falling asleep, he was otherwise fine... (End of Chapter)