Rebirth Tokyo 1986

Chapter 113 Don’t Let Talents Be Wronged

"The reason for calling everyone to this meeting is simple: the disaster emergency radio on the table."

"Although many of us dismiss it as child's play, this invention has already earned the company a lot of profits."

“I am here to announce that the Disaster Emergency Radio Project Team will be rewarded with rewards ranging from 10 to 20 years, depending on the length of time they have joined.”

"At the same time, at the end of each year, the project will also distribute net profit dividends."

“I hope everyone can actively explore and invent more products for the company.”

"Thank you!"

As soon as Masato Takeshita finished speaking, the conference room immediately exploded.

"Wow, for such a simple project, they pay so much money?"

"This is good. I will try my best."

"It can't be fake, right?"

“They actually value scientific researchers, not just talk about it.”

Fujio Masuoka is very excited now and even wants to cry.

This was the company he wanted to join, where there wasn't much fighting in the office and where scientific research talent was valued.

Faced with everyone's doubts, Masato Takeshita did not refute.

Words are not enough and rebuttal is unlikely to convince the other party.

Masato Takeshita contacted the bank directly to withdraw hundreds of millions of yen, and then at the Monday morning meeting, he distributed bonuses on the spot according to the contributions of the project team members.

"Morita-san, this is yours."

"Thank you, thank you President, thank you President!"

Morita Masahiro stared blankly at the dozens of bundles of banknotes in his hand, his whole body numb. The impact of currency is unparalleled, even the Japanese yen is the same.

Although his assets are already worth billions, he is still extremely excited when he sees tens of millions in cash.

"You're welcome!"

Then, Masato Takeshita moved on to the next person.

"Takayanagi-san, this is yours."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Takayanagi Giyu was even worse than Morita Masahiro, trembling and unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time. He was holding dozens of bundles of banknotes and trembling non-stop.

No one can remain calm in front of the Japanese yen.

Even the highest leaders of the island countries fell before these paper bombs.

But what’s interesting is that even if the island’s politicians fail in financial matters, they can at most retreat behind the scenes.

Whether it was Kakuei Tanaka, who was pursued relentlessly by the Americans, or Noboru Takeshita, who is now at the peak of his position, both had been manipulating the fate of the island nation behind the scenes for many years.

I saw that the disaster emergency radio R&D teams received bonuses ranging from several million to tens of millions.

Even those scientific researchers who did not believe it at all or were skeptical fell under the attack of Masato Takeshita's paper magic bomb.

No one has any impression of the year-end dividends yet, but the bonus in front of us is real.

After the morning meeting, Fujio Masuoka returned to the laboratory excitedly.

He looked at everyone in the team carefully and asked loudly, "Everyone has nothing against money, right? Everyone wants to get a high bonus, right?"

"Yes!"

Everyone nodded in agreement at the same time, their eyes filled with desire and ambition.

"Very good, let's continue."

A simple radio project has such a huge prize money, and Fujio Masuoka believes that his invention will definitely bring him more rewards.

One is the crown of human craftsmanship, and the other has become the sewer of the scientific research circle.

Even a fool knows which is more important, the chip or the radio.

The team that Fujio Chuanga is in is working day and night on research and development, but Masato Takeshita, who knows nothing, is in no mood to stay up late with everyone.

He still goes to get off work and comes home as usual, and even leaves early occasionally.

Today, that's the case.

Before 4 o'clock, he took the bus back home. "It's been a long time since you last cooked? Show me your cooking skills?"

In his previous life, Masato Takeshita was a corporate slave, and he usually cooked for himself during his weekends.

In terms of taste, it's acceptable, about the same level as an average small restaurant.

"Well, one shrimp, one pot-fried pork, and one tempura. Stir-fried vegetables and soup are also necessary, so let's make some shredded cabbage and tomato and egg soup."

After thinking about the ingredients needed for dinner, Masato Takeshita took a car to the nearby vegetable market. It took no more than 15 minutes to buy all the ingredients.

"Wow, you can cook?"

At 6: in the evening, Izumi Sakai, who had just returned, looked at the sumptuous food on the table with surprise.

“Of course, this is the tradition of Waseda students.”

There are many common people in Waseda University, so many people cook their own meals to save some food expenses.

However, most Waseda students are actually lazy and prefer to buy bento and heat it up rather than make it themselves.

"Go, wash your hands first, then we'll eat."

"Oh well."

Izumi Sakai couldn't help but feel happy that her boyfriend was willing to cook for her.

"How is it? How does it taste?"

“It’s delicious, the meat is tender, and paired with the coating on the outside, it has a distinct texture.”

The sweet sweet and sour pork was very much loved by Izumi Sakai. In a short while, four or five pieces of hot sweet and sour pork were quickly finished by her.

"Eat slowly and try this shrimp."

"Ah."

Maybe it’s because she eats it often, but Sister Quanshui obviously doesn’t have much feeling about shrimp.

But this is normal. Masato Takeshita didn't do anything fancy. He just simply boiled it in water.

This can indeed best showcase the deliciousness of the ingredients, but there won't be any surprises.

After enjoying the delicious meal, Izumi Sakai started to clear the table, while Masato Takeshita was reading the newspaper, looking for possible business opportunities.

He hated cleaning up after meals and didn't want to help at all.

20 minutes later, Izumi Sakai took off her apron and put it away, then sat next to her boyfriend with a smile.

"Did the renovation work go smoothly today?"

"Fortunately, everything is normal."

“Is the money in the account enough?”

For wealthy people, the price of the house itself is often less than the cost of decoration.

As the president of a large company, Takeshita Masato could not afford to lose face in this regard. The cost of the renovation was directly heading towards more than 10 billion.

This is the result of the two people's frugality. If they were a little more extravagant, it would not be surprising if the price doubled.

“Maybe not enough.”

"Okay, then I'll transfer another 3 million to the card."

"okay."

Masato Takeshita felt distressed. If he had invested this money in the stock market, it would have doubled quickly.

The house is no good and you will suffer a huge loss sooner or later.

But he has a rigid demand for it, so the future price doesn't matter.

The most important thing is to live comfortably.

"How's the certification going?"

Masato Takeshita is very relaxed now, so the topics of the conversation are also very imaginative. Just now he was talking about house decoration, and now it has turned into accounting research.

"I don't have that much time to study. I guess I'll have to wait a long time."

Izumi Sakai was a little distressed. She wished she had a learning CD that could directly fill her mind with knowledge.

"It's okay, don't worry. If you feel that you can't manage the time, then just stop for a while and get your driver's license as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)