Son’s answer was a concise and clear action.

Toyo Yamada presented a letter with both hands: "This is my resignation letter. It is the final decision."

Son stared blankly at the white envelope on the large table and murmured, "Why?"

"I no longer have confidence in the future." Yamada Toto said concisely and then bowed, "I am very sorry, but I have to make a decision for my family's life. Thank you for your care so far!"

"Yamada-kun, it's me! I'm back!" Sun Zhengyi stood up with a smile on his face, "Have you forgotten? We were once very confused. We once had less than 1 million yen left.

But didn’t I get the general agent of Hudson?

We have more than 2 billion yen in revenue this year. Believe me! As long as I come back, everything will get better soon. SoftBank will quickly return to its previous position. We are No. 1 and always will be! From 1

The day of the trillion yen will come soon!"

"...You are still like this, always full of enthusiasm and firm will." Yamada Toufo's expression was complicated, and then he sighed, "But I no longer have this enthusiasm and will. In the past three years, not only you,

, I’m in pain too. In short, please don’t try to stay, this is the final decision.”

Masayoshi Son was at a loss for words. In the past three years when he was seriously ill, was it because of Yasuhiko Omori that all the old subordinates he valued were so disappointed?

"But in the past three years, I had no choice." Sun Zhengyi's eyes were filled with water again, "Yamada-kun, things are different now. Things like enthusiasm and will will come back as long as I am here. Changes.

Decide, stay!"

Yamada Tofu saw him holding back tears and gritted his teeth without saying a word.

Masayoshi Son walked up to him from behind his desk, raised his head and said: "Stay, Yamada-kun! One day, we will become famous people in the world because of SoftBank. I guarantee you this!"

He even held Toyo Yamada's hand, and his tone was full of emotion: "This is also a club that you participated in the development of. You once told me that if it was me, you would definitely achieve your goal. Now, don't you believe me?

?Have you forgotten the joy when we worked together to make SoftBank stronger and stronger? Yamada-kun, stay. Now... is when I need you most! Is it a salary issue or other issues, you can

Say it. It’s okay! It’s okay!”

"...Stop it, President Yasumoto." Toshio Yamada sighed, took out his hand, took two steps back, bowed and said, "I won't change my decision."

Son's hand hung there, trembling slightly.

Even though he was almost begging, even though tears were welling up in his eyes, Tomo Yamada was still so determined.

Perhaps, because of his appearance, he seems even more powerless, making the future of the club even less promising.

The emotions in his heart faded away under control, and he slowly stood up straight.

Confidence and determination were restored to his small stature, and his tone became calmer: "What a pity... But, didn't I say that before? My surname is Sun."

Yamada Tofu smiled and nodded slightly again: "Well, President Sun, goodbye."

Before the joy of regaining control of the president could be digested, the general decided to leave.

Son Zhengyi had no time to adjust all this properly.

Toyo Yamada almost walked in with the front foot, but someone else came in with the back foot.

Son's shock gradually turned into despair, and finally into suppressed anger.

Deputy head of the marketing department, deputy head of the merchandise department, section chief, department head, chief member...

Almost the entire merchandise department, as well as some key players in marketing and technology, all rushed to resign at this time.

Most of the remaining cadres at the ministerial and section chief levels were introduced by Yasuhiko Omori.

What the hell is going on?

When the last person left his office, Son walked slowly behind the desk, his hands on the table trembling slightly, and then he sat down on the chair as if he was exhausted.

After all, a more luxurious chair would be more comfortable to sit on, but Son just had to find a place to sit because he felt powerless.

Once he sat there, he sat there until after get off work hours.

Outside, no one stayed to work overtime, and everyone quickly packed up and left.

The phone rang in the president's office, and Son Masayoshi raised his face from his hands. There were already some fingerprints on his face. The fingerprints were white, and the rest of the face was swollen red.

"Hello?" His voice was full of energy when he picked up the phone.

"Sun Jun, didn't you forget to meet me?"

Sun Zhengyi suddenly remembered and said quickly: "I'm really sorry! The club's business is really busy. I'll spend 3 minutes making arrangements before leaving."

"...Wouldn't it take an hour to get here? Forget it, I'll drive directly to your club."

"No need to go to such trouble!" Son Zhengyi looked at the empty office and said quickly, "If time can wait, please wait for me. I'm really sorry."

"...Okay."

After putting down the phone, Son took a deep breath and walked to the bathroom in the club.

In the mirror, his face looked a little bad. He washed his face and then showed his face to the mirror. His little eyes narrowed with a smile, full of affinity.

Then he tidied up his clothes before going back, picking up his bag, and set off quickly.

It's just like going back to the beginning, looking for as many opportunities as possible.

Tao Dalang, who claimed to be planning to talk to SoftBank about magazine and software supply, made several phone calls. Originally he only thought of it as a gesture of getting involved in front-line work after his return, but now he had to listen carefully to his plans.

…

"How could someone be so unpunctual?" Ueno Yosuke was indignant, "We made an appointment at half past six, but it's already almost half past seven!"

Tao Zhiming glanced at him: "What? Just because someone came and asked twice if you can order, do you feel that your self-esteem can't go away?"

"...That's not true. I just think that such a guy is not a good partner, right?"

"So you haven't done enough homework. How can you pass the test if you continue like this? After the bookstore is decorated, it really can't be handed over to you first. Let Lao Zhao hire a store manager first. A strict and strong man, that one

kind."

Ueno Yosuke weakened: "I understand, understand, be patient. But although he is the largest distributor of Neon software products, what we want to open is a bookstore. As for magazines, they are only marginal existences. Software...

…Do we have to offer this product in our bookstores?”

"What is the main thing about today's software?" Tao Zhiming did not hesitate to educate him, "Today's software is mainly about games! Aren't the people who come to bookstores to buy comics and comics are all young people? One more product category is not attractive.

Just bigger?"

"I understand this..." Ueno Yosuke answered obediently at first, and then muttered, "I just think you are treating him a little too seriously. After all, if you just talk about procurement cooperation with them, I can do it myself.

Competent..."

Tao Zhiming thought you were far too qualified.

I don’t know if Morijiro and Nishi Kazuhiko’s softwing plan has been launched. If the house arrest happens to encounter the resignation of a large number of core employees, with Son’s mouth that is particularly good at deceiving, you might be fooled into working for him as a Tokyo University student.

.

Tao Zhiming could understand that he would be so busy that he forgot time. After all, he had just recovered from his illness and returned to the front line, and he had to regain power internally.

The two waited for another ten minutes. As soon as Son entered the restaurant, Tao Zhiming stood up and motioned to him.

Son Zhengyi was a little shocked, he didn't expect the other party to be so young.

Moreover, why did you recognize him at a glance?

Walking up to Tao Zhiming, Sun Zhengyi asked Tao Zhiming a little uncertainly: "Mr. Tao?"

Tao Zhiming smiled and said: "It's me. Please take a seat. This is Ueno Yosuke. He is responsible for matters related to the bookstore."

"First meeting!" Ueno Yosuke exclaimed. He didn't expect that Masayoshi Son was so short and had a baby face. If he wasn't in formal clothes, he would have almost thought he was a high school student.

But standing in front of the tall and handsome Tao Zhiming, he looked very calm and had a certain aura that belonged to him.

After ordering the food, Tao Zhiming looked at Son Zhengyi and said meaningfully: "When I was looking for suppliers of software products, I was told that Neon SoftBank was the strongest. If Sun Jun hadn't unfortunately been ill, these two

The development of the year must be more rapid. Now that Sun Jun has just recovered from his illness, he is so busy?"

"I have no choice but to resume my duties as president. There is a lot of work to do and too much business." Son Zhengyi smiled radiantly, "Before, you said that it was a chain of bookstores that wanted to introduce software products. This vision is amazing! Personally.

In the next five years, computers will become a new product that is popular all over the world and will be available in every household. When I met you two, I understood that our young talents understand the future trend better!"

Tao Zhiming could not tell from his face that SoftBank was suffering from internal and external problems. Could it be that the internal problems have been resolved? The external problems have not yet been revealed?

That's not right. Even if the original president is driven out, it will take at least two months to completely sort out the personnel and work responsibilities of the two factions, right? It will also take at least two months to change the working atmosphere within the company.

He sighed: "I agree with Mr. Sun's judgment on this trend, so I called you three times, hoping to establish cooperation."

"We are Neon's largest software distributor, and Tao Jun and Ueno-kun made the right decision to choose us." Sun Zhengyi looked confident, and then asked, "So, what is the name of the chain of bookstores you run? How many are there?

How many operating stores are there? How many thousands of copies of software are expected to be purchased in a year? "

Judging from the young age of these two people, they may have inherited the family property, so Son thought.

When Yosuke Ueno heard his three questions, he didn't know whether he should answer them truthfully or not.

In fact, the first store had just bought the house, and the decoration and design plan had not been finalized yet.

He was a bit hard to talk about.

Tao Zhiming was different. He said cheekily: "We have just completed the location selection for the first store, but in the future we will definitely become one of Neon's largest bookstore chains!"

Son Zhengyi lost his mind for a moment.

Why does this feel... familiar?

It seemed like the scene when I was negotiating with Hudson and Shangxin Electric when I first founded SoftBank.

Also without any foundation, yet extremely confident.

The question is why do you do it?

I earned millions of dollars when I was in school, and after thorough research and thinking, I gained that absolute confidence.
Chapter completed!