Playing games or making comics, you could really make a fortune from those things. Many people envied and resented it, but they also said it affected learning.
So, if someone wanted to gain a higher social status, they had to hold onto some traditional values. While not absolutely necessary, these values were definitely important.
The boat was fast; the shipyard worked hard to achieve a cruising speed of 29 knots. They didn't understand why a yacht needed to be that quick. After all, wasn't it just to fish and chase girls? As long as there was enough space, that should be good enough, right?
It could only be said that the folks at the shipyard could never grasp what the ocean really signified. Since the Age of Exploration began, piracy had always existed and never really disappeared.
A two-hundred million dollar yacht floating out at sea wasn't something one could ignore. Even if someone managed to steal the boat, it wouldn't be of much use; however, that wouldn't stop them from thinking about those on board.
Still, high-speed yachts without fixed routes were relatively safe, with speed being a critical factor.
"Speaking of pirates, I seem to have forgotten something. That great treasure from the past century hasn't been dug up yet," William White mused as he embraced the beautiful woman in his arms, lost in thoughts of the treasure of Robinson Crusoe Island. He felt he needed to act on it soon.
Let's not talk about greed; it was true that William White had a lot of money, but there was little he could spend freely. It wasn't that he was being dramatic; that was just how it was. After investing in two large projects, his liquidity wasn't all that great.
The two skyscrapers in New York and Los Angeles were also consuming his funds at a relentless pace. Fine, once he solved the Japanese issue, those problems wouldn't be issues anymore. But then again, hadn't he yet solved it?
"Darling, what's got you so happy? You're acting a little out of sorts today."
"I was thinking, what really defines success? Is it living without restraint, or is it earning the recognition of mainstream society?"
"Ha! Don't even think about it. Behind your back, they're all calling you the Texas madman."
William White felt a bit choked. When did he go crazy? He had just had a good thought and was a tad excited. Besides, how would outsiders know about his little affairs?
"Madman? Are you sure they're talking about me?"
"Ha! They describe you as a Texas bull, saying all rules seem made to be trampled in your eyes."
"A bull, huh? I guess I have a bit of that in me."
"Oh no, don't come over here, or I might not hold up!"
Well, the bull had gotten a little excited, schooling the unruly heifer. Although on the surface, the bull seemed a bit listless.
William White had long since stopped caring about what others said. Strong men didn't need to heed the feelings of the weak. Frankly, it would be strange if others didn't envy you when you lived like this.
...
On this trip, the weather had been surprisingly good to him. No bizarre typhoon routes, nor any unexpected surprises.
After returning to Los Angeles, there was no time to waste; the reason was simple: the people he had been waiting for finally showed up.
The folks from Japan were ready to officially produce one megabyte of memory. The Japanese had probably figured it out. America absolutely wouldn't allow them to engage in price monopolization. To avoid losing their investment, it was acceptable to give up some profits.
William White was obviously a good target. This guy was different from other Americans; although he was very cunning, he was also quite trustworthy.
"Investment? Sure, I need technology for one megabyte of memory. I can sell 30% of the shares; my own stake is about that much."
"Okay, sir. I believe that's their target as well."
"Filson, they definitely want more. Tell them this is just the first round of investment, and we will surely go public in both places in the future. If possible, we won't rule out a third location either."
"I understand, sir. They will definitely be interested."
Filson was well aware that those Japanese conglomerates were just like the ones in America; they were most concerned about capital operations. As for the so-called advanced technology, to be honest, did they really think they were so far ahead?
William White believed that with this condition, the Japanese should be quite pleased. Unlike the bureaucrats in America, this condition actually represented a win-win situation.
...
"Chairman, this offer seems decent. Is there a hidden agenda?"
"I can't speak for other outsiders, but this person has a solid reputation. Every company he's partnered with has come out okay. Has any company lost out?"
"Chairman, you're right. It appears we might work more with him overseas."
"Nakamura, the automotive industry can also be a collaboration. The world is too big and has too many people; no one country can monopolize everything. Didn't the newspaper say yesterday that we have five billion people in our world?"
"Yes, Chairman."
"So, the market is vast. Their semiconductor approach is completely misguided."
"You're right, Chairman; I understand." The Japanese were certainly regretting their earlier decisions. They had managed to bring down American semiconductor companies, but it hadn't proved useful in the end.
American technology now felt like it was on clearance sale. In just a few short years, there were several competitors in Asia alone.
...
"What? The Japanese conglomerate is investing? More than one? Are you sure you aren't mistaken?"
"Sir, I am very sure. They might also collaborate on technology. This factory doesn't produce anything below one megabyte of memory. In other words, America currently doesn't have that technology."
For American investment banks, the information they received today truly revolutionized their mindset. They found themselves trapped in a cognitive bias; William White clearly had no intention of going step-by-step; he was directly using the shortcut strategy.
The method was nothing new; what was surprising was that the Japanese actually agreed to it.
Damn it, this wasn't how the screenplay was supposed to go! Couldn't they stick to the script?
Wasn't there supposed to be some government pressure drama?
...
The memory industry lacked tricks; it was all about throwing money at it. With the billionaire and the Japanese conglomerates controlling sixty percent of the shares, the remaining shares naturally fell to international capital.
But why wasn't it in America?
If the auto factory wasn't going to be in America, this memory factory certainly had a different story. Clearly, the Justice Department's antitrust investigation had offended this individual quite severely. They were very sure that if this happened again, the billionaire might actually flee America.
If that day came, they were confident that America would be left in chaos.
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