The Chief

After both sides finished the caviar, Wang Jiacheng wiped his mouth with a napkin, casually handed it to the waiter, and ordered them to clear the table.

The formal negotiations began as well.

"I know why you came here. You're here to clean up the mess left behind by the previous Japanese prime minister, aren't you?" Wang Jiacheng said, like an old fox who had dominated the business world, keenly sniffing out a business opportunity as he folded his hands on the table. "To compete against you, the previous Japanese prime minister handed over 70% of the country's revenue to the United States."

"Now that you've become Japan's current prime minister, you'll inevitably have to clean up that mess."

This was not exactly a secret within the industry. Anyone could find out with a little digging; even Japanese reporters knew about it.

Akasaka swirled the wineglass in his hand, took a sip to savor the fifteen-year-old Lafite, then set the glass on the table and said calmly, "Then I won't waste words. I came here to seek investment and fill Japan's fiscal shortfall."

"Let's make a deal, Wang Jiacheng, the richest man in Hong Kong."

Wang Jiacheng clasped his hands together and smiled.

As a businessman, how could he fail to smell the profits in this?

Wang Jiacheng pushed up his black reading glasses and named his terms.

Even if the man before him was his future grandson-in-law, business was business. Commerce had no room for family ties.

"I can invest in Japan, help revitalize your market, and resolve Japan's fiscal crisis. But what do I get in return?"

"What do you want?" Akasaka asked directly with his arms crossed, unwilling to waste time with him.

Just how much wealth did Wang Jiacheng, Hong Kong's richest man, possess?

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