Chapter 875: Ways to make money (2)

After the excitement of friends gathering again last night, the five Fujita called Watanabe the next day. But after five minutes of heat, they all felt empty again.
Is the so-called ‘health products’ business really good?
Will I be called to the police if I go to a nursing home to sell?
Or is it just empty joy?
There are so many fake ‘health products’ on the Japanese market. In terms of false sales, the Japanese are inferior.
The ‘enzyme’, ‘green juice’, ‘natto’ and other things of MLM are all passed from Japan, and the routines have long been misused. It's good to just cheat money, and some cheat money also cheat lives.
People in Tian Zhong are in their 50s and 60s, and they are considered to be "old and healthy" in Japan, and they do not eat a variety of placebo supplements. In fact, they all know that if those things are not useful, it's better to "shut up and open your legs".
The ‘traitor’ of Fujita seems to be unlucky, but he has successfully survived all the hardships of 92 years. Not only has his family wealth not shrunk, it may have increased a lot.
If this person has doubts, his eyes will be different, and the more he thinks, the more he will feel that his doubts are justified. Even Fujita feels uneasy, wondering if the idea he came up with last night is not feasible?
After all, such a miraculous drug can be regarded as the killer of the "Holy Light" and will not easily be shown to others. When Mr. Zhou heard this request, he would sneer and refuse it.
If it is rejected, it would be too embarrassing.
After a day of anxiety, Tanaka, who opened the rental, did not go out. Ito, who was going to work, simply asked for leave. Harada, who was looking for a job, stayed in the apartment, and the sleepy-like Yoshino walked back and forth. Fujita sat cross-legged in the living room, accepting speechless spurs from everyone.
"Fujita, when can Watanabe give an accurate reply?"
"I don't know, maybe in a week."
"A week?"
"One week is fast. For the Japanese consortium, similar decisions will not enter the first round of board discussions within three months."
They are all old social animals, and they all understand that the more senior executives of large companies, the more unresponsive they are. The Japanese consortium was huge enough to resemble a mud-footed giant, with its toes cut off, and it took half a month for the head to find out.
As for the ‘Holy Light’, it looks more and more like a consortium to everyone. It is luck to be able to directly contact Watanabe as the vice president. As for the exact feedback, we can only wait.
"Maybe Watanabe would forget about it as soon as he slept." Fujita thought that his relationship with Watanabe was so ordinary, and he became less confident. But as soon as his thought came to the head, the apartment door was knocked.
After a few bangs, Tanaka opened the door and was shocked. Outside the door are a few ‘bad guys’ with tattoos embroidered on their necks, that is, ‘Yakuza’.
The opponent looked bad, and strode in after silently scanning. It was like a street bully bullying in front of him, and a few strong men in the room shivered immediately.
"Who is Fujita Ryuji?" The embroidered "bad guy" squinted his eyes and stared fiercely.
Sitting cross-legged, Fujita had already stood up, and said with a trembling heart: "Fujita is down here."
The ‘bad guy’ grunted and waved behind him. A box was moved into the living room and placed on the floor. The other party took out a crumpled bill, spread it out and handed it to Fujita, "Sign for it."
What the is this?
Fujita didn't dare not obey it, and confusedly owed his name on the manifest, and randomly slapped his shoulder with the palm of the ‘bad guy’.
The other party approached half a step, and said in a self-righteous tone: "Below is Matsumoto of the Ishii group, you can find me for any loan or debt collection. Understand?"
Ordinary Japanese people are really afraid of ‘Yakuza’, they can avoid it and they will never touch it easily. After being slapped by the ‘bad guy’ boss, Fujita almost had to pee, so he could only nod his head vigorously to show that he understood.
The ‘bad guy’ boss released his slap, looked around again, and deliberately clicked on Tian Zhongren one by one with his finger. It wasn't until the people in Tian Zhong bowed and saluted like a plague that he stepped away.
After these ‘Yakuza’ disappeared for a while, everyone in the apartment breathed a sigh of relief. All five people were frightened to liver and gallbladder cramps and sweated profusely.
"What the is this?" Five people gathered around the box that was sent, not knowing why.
Fujita took a closer look at the half of the invoice in his hand, and smiled bitterly: "It is the health care product delivered by the group through a special channel. Watanabe was worried that he would not be able to pass the customs, so he specially found a channel for'Yakuza'. Give it to us."
Tanaka cursed after hearing this, "Baga, what is Watanabe thinking? How can'Yakuza' be allowed to intervene? Let the landlord know that we must increase the rent or even drive us away."
Fujita could only spread his hands, "Forget it, the things have already been delivered. The message on the manifest says that these are for us to try out. It took less than eight hours from the delivery to our hands. It was really fast."
The box was opened, and inside was a very crude beverage bottle packaging. It looked like pure water, no other difference.
Fujita grabbed a bottle and poured it into his mouth after unscrewing it. Then he sat on the floor and let out a soft and pleasant sigh, "Ah...that's how it feels. Drinking a sip makes your eyes brighter, the world's The colors are richer."
The others were all inexplicable, grabbed the bottle and looked at it for a long time before twisting the cap, sniffing and smelling, and then repeatedly checking with Fujita before taking a small sip.
Yoshino, who has dark circles under his eyes, is the fastest to respond. He only feels that the water in the bottle is sweet and fresh, and the ability to resolve worries in his mouth spreads in his body.
Yoshino hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time because of being too anxious in recent months. After drinking a little, he feels drowsy. After drinking most of the bottle, he feels sleepy and cannot open his eyes.
The eldest Tanaka took a sip and couldn't help continuing to drink. After a few sips, he found that the bottom of the bottle was empty. He didn't react much for a while, but felt that the ‘pure water’ tasted good.
The other two reacted differently, but after drinking, they felt that their originally anxious state of mind became calm and their thinking became more active. They immediately let go of the entangled things in their minds, and naturally made choices.
"Yes, it feels better than any pure water on the market." Tanaka broke the quietness of the living room and praised a few words.
Yoshino, who was extremely sleepy, had already lay down on the spot and fell asleep.
Fujita took the remaining half bottle from Yoshino's hand, and said with some regret: "This half bottle is wasted. You will soon find that it is not only'good', but a magical drug that can change the state of mind.
In order to obtain it, the rich will wave a lot of banknotes to the door, and we will therefore earn inexhaustible wealth. Celebrities and dignitaries will regard us as guests, actresses and singers will recognize us as relatives and friends, and high-ranking officials will form alliances with us. "
Speaking of this, Fujita sighed for a while, and then kept sighing, "If this business is really done, we don't know what the future will be. But we definitely can't get rid of the ‘Holy Light’."
"Holy Water" is no better than the "Alatis" brand of magic potions. It is formed by condensing beliefs, it has the effect of conditioning and healing, it can also invigorate the spirit, heal small pains, and deal with common minor problems.
The advantage is that ‘Holy Water’ can be produced in large quantities by legendary priests. Except for Zhou Qingfeng, Irene and the seven little fairies have some priest skills among the strange maids. To make ‘Holy Water’ is a casual move for them.
For a huge population, no amount of "holy water" is enough, so we need ideas to maximize its effectiveness. Fujita took a close look at the short message on the manifest and read in a low voice:
"The group accepts a variety of trading methods."