Japan was much colder than Los Angeles. William White wrapped his cashre coat around himself as he slowly descended the stairs of the airplane.
Declining the companies' offers to pick him up, William White and his group left in the car sent by Viking Comics.
Yes, Viking Comics had already set up its own studio in Japan and was establishing distribution points.
For the Japanese then, this inconspicuous comic studio was insignificant. What they cared more about was his adapter card business.
Even though it was a private jet, long flights were tiring. William White planned to take it easy for a day and et those people tomorrow.
Alright, soone was being particular again. If he had taken a comrcial flight, he probably wouldn't have minded it too much. After all, it was only a matter of hours, and not like flying from New York to Tokyo.
After soaking in a comfortable hot bath, his fatigue diminished significantly.
"Suzuki, bring a robe inside."
"Sure, please wait a mont."
William White started learning Japanese, so the young lady tried her best to communicate in Japanese.
Having eaten three servings of Wagyu beef to fill up, William White couldn't help but feel amazed. Fortunately, it was room service. If people outside saw him, they would probably be very surprised.
Seeing the boss with a good appetite made the young lady very happy.
...
He rely glanced at the three gaming companies without visiting their factories. Checking their prototypes in Tokyo was enough.
He never doubted Japan's manufacturing capability. The Japanese of this era were very diligent, but the next generation wouldn't be as reliable.
He ca to Japan mainly to inspect his studio. He had no ti to sit and chat with old geezers.
In fact, they were also very busy. Since no arrangents were needed, they continued with their own tasks.
The people at the comic company were not strangers to him; they'd all spent at least two weeks in Los Angeles.
This ti, William White was here to check the progress up close.
Naturally, the results were very good, far ahead of the progress in Los Angeles. William White felt quite smug about his arrangents. Without these plans, achieving even half the progress would have been comndable.
Hard work should be rewarded. William White wasn't Japanese; he couldn't use corporate culture to bind these people, so the only option was the power of money, which worked well everywhere.
"Fujita, look for a suitable office space. We need a better working environnt."
As the person in charge in Japan, Fujita had substantial power. He wasn't worried about the company's developnt. The boss wasn't short on money, and the IPs he held were quite good, so losing money wasn't a possibility.
"Sure, boss, what kind of area are you thinking of?"
"Man, you guys don't use square feet here, which makes it hard for . You know White Films? Find a place bigger than that."
Fujita was imdiately dizzy. Japan wasn't like Arica. That so-called 12-story building was already excellent here.
"Alright, boss, I'll start looking right away."
"Okay, just handle this quickly. Keep up the good work."
"Yes, definitely will work hard."
William White nodded and left.
...
He didn't have much ti in Japan. The investnt departnt needed to be established quickly.
Like all multinational companies, overseas profits were great net evaders. As long as you didn't distribute dividends, continuous investnts were fine, and no one would co after your taxes.
William White was considered pretty fair. The profits from adapter cards sold in Arica would partially return.
As for other regions, well, he had plenty to invest in.
This was considered reasonable tax avoidance. If you were even more outrageous, you could show hefty losses for overseas companies.
Japan's economy was about to take off, and he wouldn't miss this opportunity. Besides the obvious capital, there should be so offshore companies too.
There was no need for major action yet; once the ti was right, he could start to invest heavily.
"Suzuki, urge the printing machinery to complete the contracts quickly. I won't be going there this ti; I'll wait until the machinery is in place."
Darwin's printing facilities had been upgraded significantly. Locals didn't understand why so many machines were needed -- the entire Darwin area couldn't consu that much.
The biggest challenge was transportation. Shipping was the cheapest, but unfortunately too slow.
For a weekly magazine, timing was crucial. If the volu was small, air freight was possible, but large quantities would incur unacceptable costs with air freight.
There weren't any better solutions yet, so renting two high-speed shipping vessels would have to do.
He hadn't completed the layout in Arica. Once he had his newspaper and magazine, these problems would naturally resolve themselves.
"Still not enough money!"
It wasn't him being picky. Despite the terrible economy, traditional print dia were thriving, and the television industry was even growing against the trend.
The dia and entertainnt industry had beco a sought-after commodity. It seed everyone wanted a piece, not just Wall Street capital getting restless, but European and Middle Eastern tycoons were actively getting involved.
The reason was simple: profitability. William White wasn't a superman. There were many more capable than him. Look at Lucas; wasn't he a pri example?
William White couldn't care less about these changes. If it were that simple, Lucas, the cunning old fox, wouldn't let others take advantage.
Try investing in Star Wars and see if he pays any attention to you. Everyone knew that movie was profitable. It's impossible that the old fox wouldn't know.
After so many years, how many Hollywood movies earned over a hundred million? How many flopped?
Forget about hundred-million-dollar movies; getting on the big screen was an achievent. Any film earning over ten million at the box office would have soone quietly muttering "God bless." And this was no joke, just the stark reality.
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