Chapter 561 Smart Monkey (Third update, please subscribe)
The night in Nanyang is colorful, and the dazzling neon lights decorate the small streets in a gorgeous and psychedelic way.
When you are on the street, at a glance, you will see all kinds of neon signs, large and small, high and low, hanging in the air. For a moment, you will feel overwhelmed and dizzy. Calligraphy styles such as regular script, Wei stele style, official script, and running script are combined with various neon lights to light up the night sky on the streets.
The colorful light turns the urban night into a poetic and flowing feast of color.
But all this has nothing to do with Fukuyama. As a foreigner, the prosperity here has nothing to do with him.
Even in the eyes of many foreigners, this place is full of discrimination against foreigners.
As a foreigner, he cannot apply for low-rent apartments, and even cannot afford the rent of commercial apartments because of his low income.
So much so that I can only rent in a commercial building along the street - the rent here is relatively cheap, but it is noisy, and even thick curtains cannot block the neon light outside the window.
However, for Fukuyama, who was used to working at night, this did not have much impact. He walked through the streets rendered orange by neon lights and climbed the stairs to his home on the top floor. Fukuyama put his shoulder bag on I put it on the table and made a large pot of coffee before sitting down to sort out the data.
With a cup of coffee and a burning camel at his elbow, Fukuyama leaned back on his chair and opened his notepad. This notepad is a loose-leaf folder with a cardboard cover and a dark black plastic cover. There is a long series of clips in the middle. You can pull out or insert a few pages when necessary.
In the past year, whenever he had time, he would go to the library to collect various data.
What does this data look like?
It is various data related to Nanyang.
Expand the notepad. The things recorded on the notepad seem a bit messy, and some words are crooked or unclear.
“516,752 newborns in January...”
After copying the number on another notepad, Fukuyama muttered.
"Based on this figure, the new population in Nanyang this year will definitely exceed 6 million. If we include the new population last year, almost one-third of the population in Nanyang is now infants. No wonder the establishment of There are so many nurseries..."
Flip to the first few pages of the notepad, Fukuyama found a number written in red in the corner, which was the number of the new nursery.
Besides, there are crude steel products recorded with a black pen - 6.95 million tons. The output is second only to the United States, the Soviet Union, Germany, Britain and France, ranking sixth in the world. Coal output was 57.24 million tons.
Then Fukuyama opened another page and said to himself.
"Greek shipping king, 50,000-ton oil tanker... Their merchant ships have finally entered the international market... They are planning and designing a 50,000-ton ore ship. Xixi, this must be for transporting Australian iron ore and coal mines."
As an employee of Mitsui Corporation, Fukuyama was engaged in intelligence analysis in the naval intelligence department during the war. Although he made many mistakes,... he is quite competent now in analyzing economic data.
“95% of Nanyang’s iron ore and 100% of its coking coal come from Australia… If Japan wants to develop its steel industry, it probably cannot do without Australia’s iron ore, but,”
Picking up another notepad from the drawer, Fukuyama quickly found the information he needed.
“Oh, the Australian iron ore is actually in the name of Princess Margaret. They are so lucky! There is such a big iron ore under a piece of wasteland.”
Feeling sorry for Nanyang's luck, Fukuyama took another puff of cigarette. The numbers written in blue pen next to them were in sharp contrast to the numbers he copied in the newspaper today.
In January last year, Nanyang's automobile production was 33,400 units, including 12,400 three-wheel and five-wheel trucks, 10,000 heavy-duty trucks, and 11,000 passenger vehicles including cars.
And what about January this year?
There are 12,400 three-wheeled and five-wheeled trucks, 15,000 heavy-duty trucks, and 18,000 passenger vehicles including cars.
“In just one year, the monthly output increased by one-third...”
Staring at these two numbers, Fukuyama couldn't help but muttered.
“Such a development speed is really scary!”
Putting down the wet pen in his hand, Fukuyama leaned on his chair for a while, smoking a cigarette and staring blankly at the ceiling. , Only by making statistics in person can we know how amazing the development speed of Nanyang is.
"Last year, the new power generation capacity was 17 billion kilowatts, and the power generation capacity was 47 billion kilowatts..."
When mentioning this number, Fukuyama shook his head and sighed.
"For them, it's just a matter of building two million-kilowatt power plants. After all, they have the best giant generating units in the world."
The giant generating units in Fushan Pass were built by Li Yi'an during the war. The patented technology of the 250,000-kilowatt large-scale generator set purchased from the UK has been basically domestically produced as early as two years ago. It is precisely because of this giant generator set that Nanyang's power generation has developed by leaps and bounds.
Suddenly, as if he had made a new discovery, Fukuyama sat up suddenly. He looked at his notepad, then copied down two numbers and muttered.
"What's going on? How is this possible?"
Fushan stared at the two numbers and wondered.
"It has more than doubled in just two years. This is impossible!"
At almost eleven o'clock in the evening, he heard the door open. It was Nishikawa who had returned from get off work. Nishikawa, who smelled of alcohol, found that he had not slept yet.
"What are you doing so late?" Nishikawa asked.
“Look at something.” Fukuyama stared at the numbers on the notepad, immersed in thought.
"What are you thinking about?"
Pouring a glass of water, Nishikawa asked.
“300 and 695.”
“What do you mean?”
Fukuyama said, holding a cigarette in his mouth.
Turning around and looking at Nishikawa, Fukuyama said,
"Crude steel output."
"From Nanyang?"
"Yes,"
Nodding, Fukuyama said.
"What does it mean?"
"3 million tons was produced in four or seven years, and 6.95 million tons was produced last year. The output increased by nearly 4 million tons in two years. Isn't it strange?"
< br>Fushan looked at Nishikawa and said in a rhetorical tone.
“We all know that it takes a lot of time to build a new steel plant, and the number of blast furnaces is also there. How do they achieve an increase in production capacity?”
Took a sip. Smoke, Fukuyama glanced at the numbers again, and then said.
"We all know that Donghai Iron and Steel Company currently only has four blast furnaces, two from Italy and two that were dismantled from Japan. Although they are large blast furnaces with a million tons capacity, they are actually limited by iron ore, Due to coke and technical reasons, the actual output is only about 600,000 tons, or even lower. The theoretical output of the blast furnace is always just the theoretical output."
"Theoretically, they are. Our steel output cannot exceed 4 million tons at most!"
Nishikawa, who had drank a lot with his customers, lazily sat on a chair, took a sip of tea, and said.
“Oh, Fukuyama, don’t forget, they imported more than 3 million tons of scrap iron from the United States last year. Calculated in this way, the output of four million-ton blast furnaces, under the guidance of German technicians, It must be very high, plus the imported scrap iron, it’s almost the same.”
Listening to Nishikawa’s explanation, Fukuyama shook his head and said.
"It's still wrong. Steel production is too high. There must be something wrong here!"
Fukuyama stood up and said.
"Can I use the car in the company for one day tomorrow?"
"What do you want to do?"
Nishikawa asked.
Fukuyama glanced out the window, took a long puff of cigarette, then put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and said.
"I'm going to the East China Sea to investigate. There must be something wrong here."
"Let's wait until after the Spring Festival!"
Nishikawa said directly.
"The representative is currently accompanying the guests from Tokyo. Let's wait until they leave. If you go to find a car now, the representative will definitely not give it to you."
Fukuyama nodded and said.
“That’s all. I just hope they can learn from the officials in Nanyang and their business abilities. The officials in Nanyang are really excellent!”
Fushan’s emotion made Nishikawa nod his head in deep agreement.
"Yes, especially those officials from the Ministry of International Trade and Industry. They travel between companies every day to help them solve problems and help them develop overseas markets. They also formulate industrial policies and guide Nanyang companies Investment, this kind of ability is really extraordinary.”
“That’s right. Although Japan now has a Ministry of International Trade and Industry, compared with them, the bureaucrats in the Ministry of Industry and Commerce are nothing more than human beings. It’s like a bunch of rubbish, they don’t even know what a market is.”
Fukuyama sighed helplessly and said.
“In fact, they don’t have to do anything. They just need to learn from Nanyang. Just like monkeys, sometimes they don’t need to do anything. They just need to follow the successful people and learn from them. Every year, they follow their example. Just copy their industrial policies. After all, Nanyang was founded on trade. Their industrial policies are worth learning. Just like baby products, a few years ago they had already figured out that Europe and the United States, especially the United States, were ushering in a new era. The baby boomer, so they were prepared in advance, and then they caught such a big market at once. This kind of predictability is really amazing."
Fukuyama was full of admiration. The words made Xi Chuan agree again and again.
"Well, smart monkeys just need to learn. We don't even need to do anything. Unfortunately, until now those who usually save don't realize that this is the real shortcut, they always We talk about learning from the United States, learning from the United States... But Japan can never become the United States. I can only say that Nanyang is really lucky to have those far-sighted officials."
Referring to the Ministry of International Trade and Industry. At that time, their voices were full of envy, and of course they were also full of regret in their hearts, because there are no far-sighted officials in Japan, and they don’t even know what kind of people they should learn from...
(End of this chapter)