The foot basin was noticeably colder than Los Angeles. William White, wearing his cashmere coat, descended the ramp slowly.
Several foot basin companies declined to pick up the plane, so William White and his party left in a car sent by the comic company.
Viking Comics already had its own studio in Foot Basin and was establishing a distribution network.
Although it was a private jet, flying for an extended period was challenging. William White initially planned to relax for a day but opted to meet the group again tomorrow.
Someone started to be hypocritical again. If he took a commercial flight, it wouldn't be too bad. After all, it's only a dozen hours, not a journey from New York to Tokyo.
After a comfortable hot bath, his fatigue significantly reduced, but the Japanese nightgown seemed a bit oversized.
"Nima, actually said to be oversized? Suzuki, help me get a nightgown in."
"Hi, please wait a moment."
William White noticed his status escalated quickly in Japan, different from English. Understanding their meaning wasn't necessary; he could gauge his stature just from the tone.
After consuming three servings of Wagyu beef to fill his belly, William White felt speechless. Fortunately, it was now room service. If seen by people outside the pots, it would be a surprise.
The little girl was delighted to see the boss's appetite.
William White felt a bit dizzy, questioning why the girl's teeth were so peculiar. Well, some people find tiger teeth cute, while others, due to personal taste, might be uneasy.
The visit to the three game manufacturers was merely a formality. He didn't have time to tour other factories in Tokyo to check if their prototypes were finished.
He never doubted the manufacturing capacity of Foot Basin; people there were diligent, unlike the next generation.
His purpose in coming to Foot Basin was to inspect his studio. He didn't have time to argue with the old guy.
In fact, they were also busy and frantic. Since there was no need for arrangement, they were busy with their own affairs.
William White was familiar with the people at the comic company, having spent at least two weeks in Los Angeles.
He came to observe the progress closely this time. The focus was on Foot Basin and Darwin. If they couldn't meet the deadline, he would have to increase manpower.
The results were naturally excellent, far ahead of Los Angeles' progress. William White felt somewhat trivial about his arrangement. Without any current arrangement, achieving half the progress was considered good.
Effort deserved rewards. He wasn't a Foot Basin local and couldn't tie this group of people with corporate culture. Only the gold dollar stick was effective. This method worked everywhere.
"Fujita, pay attention to suitable office buildings. We need a better office environment."
As the person in charge of Foot Basin, Fujita had significant authority, and he wasn't worried about the company's development. The boss had no shortage of money, and the IP in his hands was excellent. There was absolutely no reason to incur losses.
"Okay, boss, what size is suitable?"
"Well, you don't measure in square feet here, and I have no idea. Do you know White Pictures? It should be bigger than that."
Fujita suddenly felt dizzy; Foot Basin was comparable to the United States. A 12-story building was considered excellent here.
"Okay, boss, I'll look for it immediately."
"Well, nothing else. Implement this as soon as possible. Continue working hard."
"Hi, we'll work hard."
William White left with a nod. He didn't have much time in Foot Basin, and the investment department here needed to be established as soon as possible.
Like all multinational companies, overseas profits are a black hole. As long as you don't start dividends, no one will come to collect your taxes despite continued investment.
William White has been generous, and his profits from adapter cards sold in the United States would still return to part.
For other regions, there were still many things to invest in.
This was reasonable tax avoidance in the United States. If you were more audacious, you could make overseas companies incur substantial losses.
Not surprisingly, listed companies dared to do this, and shareholders had no objections.
On the eve of the economic takeoff, he wouldn't give up this opportunity. In addition to the capital on the bright side, there must be some offshore companies.
For now, it was just a matter of making a small fuss. When the time was right, a large position could be built immediately.
"Suzuki, urge the printing machinery to complete the contract as soon as possible. I won't go this time; I'll wait until the machinery and equipment are in place."
Darwin's printing house was a shotgun for a gun. The locals really didn't understand it. What was the use of so many machines? These things weren't used in the entire Darwin area.
The last problem was transportation. The cheapest option was undoubtedly shipping. Unfortunately, it was a bit slow.
Weekly magazines were time-sensitive. If the quantity wasn't large, airmail could be used. Too much could be troublesome. Airmail costs were insufficient to cover the expense.
For now, there was no good solution. It was good to hire two fast transport ships.
He hadn't yet completed the layout in the United States. In the future, he would have his own newspaper and magazine. These problems would naturally be solved.
"It's still not enough money!"
It's not that someone was hypocritical, although the economy was very bad. The traditional paper media was doing well, and the TV industry was even rising against the trend.
Now that the media and entertainment industry had become confectionery, everyone wanted a piece. Wall Street capital was eager to move, and European and desert tycoons were actively involved.
The reason was also very simple; the profit effect was there. William White didn't have three heads and six arms; he wasn't much more powerful than others. Wasn't Lucas a ready target?
William White didn't care about these changes. If it were as simple as that, how could Lucas, an old fox, let others take advantage?
If you invested in Star Wars, you'd realize people were strange. Even if they were unfamiliar, fools knew this movie made money. Did the old fox not have an idea?
Over the years, how many movies had seen box office success in Hollywood?
How many were on the street?
Not to mention anything at the $100 million box office; it was good to get on the big screen. Anyone with a box office of more than $10 million silently thanked the heavens. This wasn't a joke but an accurate portrayal.