After the futures market closed, when he returned to the hotel, Zhou Shuo called the room manager and ordered: "I need ten people, ten computers, a network line that can connect to the international Internet, and some office equipment."

Of course, the treatment of the presidential suite is not just a place to sleep. No matter how luxurious a person is, the area you can use when sleeping will not exceed ten square meters. The price of 10,000 US dollars a night, and the supporting services of the hotel are truly valuable.

Zhou Shuo's request was quickly met. Wu Hao asked Zhou Shuo in surprise: "Principal Zhou, what are we going to do?"

Zhou Shuo clenched his fists and stretched his muscles and said, "Let's find a brick that can knock on the door of the Japanese software market."

Seeing that the luxurious and spacious hall was soon filled with computer equipment and all the waiters provided by the hotel were in place, Zhou Shuo clapped his hands and said, "Okay, everyone, the first order I gave you is to find all the news on the Internet related to SoftBank President Masayoshi Son."

At this time in Japan in 1995, the development of the Internet was not much earlier than that in China. Japan only began to provide commercial network services in 1993. It only took more than a year to calculate it carefully. The total number of sites providing network services was only more than 1,500, and only a few of them were able to do news. News about SoftBank among these news sites is not difficult to obtain.

Wu Hao asked curiously: "Principal Zhou, what does this SoftBank company do?"

Seeing the waiters starting to work, Zhou Shuo sat down and poured a cup of tea and said, "The full name of SoftBank is Software Bank Co., Ltd., a venture capital company engaged in the IT industry. It has many very famous software company shares under its name, and it is also the largest software seller in Japan. It also has more than a dozen well-known magazines in the computer industry."

"So, is it the 'brick' you are looking for?"

"That's right." Zhou Shuo nodded and said, "If you want to choose a leader in the Japanese software industry, it's SoftBank."

"But, now that you already know the importance of this company, what else do you need to do with its news?"

Zhou Shuo shrugged and said helplessly: "SoftBank was listed in Japan last year, and its current share value is over one billion US dollars. It is not a roadside cabbage. It is not so easy to deal with when looking for it layer by layer."

"Then you are..."

Zhou Shuo took a sip of tea and said, "Let's find their leader."

Several news websites on the Japanese Internet were quickly retrieved, and then, according to Zhou Shuo's request, all the news that SoftBank Group was mainly reported were also screened out one by one.

Zhou Shuo sent someone to print out all these news and the comments below, and then cut each comment into a note. Fortunately, it is 1995 now. If it were 2005, let alone ten people, it would be impossible to complete this task by hand to give him a thousand people.

He reclassified and aggregated all comment notes by username, and then eliminated all users who spoke. Even so, there were still hundreds of users left in the note.

These notes were neatly posted on the walls of the hall. Wu Hao asked worriedly: "Principal Zhou, will the president of SoftBank Group you mentioned really be here?"

Zhou Shuo held his chin and walked slowly by the wall, saying, "The president of SoftBank Group is Masayoshi Son. He was born in 1957 and is only 37 years old this year. He is not a scheming old man, but a top student at Berkeley University. He is both an excellent technician and a top businessman. His eyes will definitely be on the Internet. And more importantly, no matter whoever is, he is vanity. He has taken 13 years to get to this point. Wouldn't he be proud and wouldn't he want to know what people think about their careers?"

"Even so, how can you guarantee to find him out of these people?"

"Have Director Wu heard of Kevin Mitnik?" Zhou Shuo asked back.

"Is it that famous American hacker?" Wu Hao's 10 years of science and technology foreign affairs work was not in vain. Zhou Shuo said that, he remembered it.

"Yes, the intrusion method he used is not particularly clever in computer technology itself, but his understanding of social information exceeds the imagination of most people. On the Internet, people think that hiding behind a computer screen is safe, and this false sense of security will make people unconsciously relax their vigilance against the leakage of their own information. Mitnik often uses the information that people leak accidentally to easily break through the seemingly impregnable defense."

Zhou Shuo finished talking and said surely: "This method of solving problems inductive information is called social engineering."

This kind of social engineering is very commonly used by hackers and cyber police in the future, but in 1995, even Mitnik himself had not formed a systematic theory. Even Masayoshi Son, how could he be aware of preventing this kind of invasion of information?

After constantly eliminating obvious error conditions, the list of comment users also began to shrink.

Until the user list decreased to less than 100, Zhou Shuo began to instruct waiters to start collecting relevant information based on user IDs, such as registration age, email, education level, etc.

After filtering these conditions over and over again, he finally had less than ten user IDs left.

Zhou Shuo printed out the information of these IDs one by one, looked at them carefully, and suddenly took out a copy of the information and said with a smile: "That's right, it's him."

"The Celestial Guest in the Cloud?" Wu Hao looked at the name Zhou Shuo pointed at and subconsciously recited.

"Look at his email address." Zhou Shuo said, litting a line of letters on the paper.

“son57@?”

"Well, in Japanese, Sun's pronunciation is son, and Son was born in 1957, so this account is probably him." Of course, Zhou Shuo also has another reason, that this ID uses Yahoo's email address. Yahoo was just an American website at that time and had no influence in Japan. But as a major investor of Yahoo later, Masayoshi Son must have begun to notice the value of Yahoo.

Zhou Shuo typing on the keyboard, rushing to write out the email to Masayoshi Son. With a click of the mouse, the email was sent successfully.

"Ha——" After a night of hard work, the result was finally obtained. Wu Hao yawned a big yawn, looked up at the clock and said, "It's already six o'clock? It's so fast."

Zhou Shuo patted his shoulder and said, "I'm sleepy? Director Wu goes to bed, I'll hold on for a while."

"Hey? Since I have written a letter to Masayoshi Son, what are Principal Zhou waiting for?"

"Good news." Zhou Shuo said lightly.

As he was talking, suddenly it seemed as if the entire hotel had woken up. The lights in the rooms were lit up, and the untidy figures ran in a hurry in the corridor.

"What's wrong?" Wu Hao opened the door and looked at the panicked crowd outside.

"Open the TV." Zhou Shuo said, instructing the hotel waiter.

A panicked face suddenly appeared on the wide TV screen. The female anchor who had no time to paint her makeup was broadcasting word by word with tears in her eyes.

Even if he couldn't understand Japanese, Wu Hao could feel the tension of a shocking incident.

"Principal Zhou, what are you talking about on TV?"

"The Hanshin Earthquake." Zhou Shuo held the remote control and frequently switched to the TV station. However, no matter which TV station, the scenes at this moment were similar. The hosts or anchors, even temporary workers who were casually pulled, burst into tears in front of the camera with a look of sorrow or shock.

The Japanese waiters in the room were all shocked. A young waiter suddenly rushed out like crazy, and even grabbed his hair while running, tears and snot came out in an instant.

"Okay, you guys go out first." Zhou Shuo waved his hand and said in Japanese.

Zhou Shuo is not a financial genius, nor does he have a hobby of speculating in stocks. In fact, the financial events he can remember, that is, the level of ordinary people, is of course impossible to know the direction of Japan's stock index futures in 1995.

But this did not prevent him from remembering that at 5:46 am on January 17, 1995, a magnitude 7.3-magnitude earthquake occurred in the Neon Hanshin area. The source of the earthquake was located in the north of Awaji Island in the Seto Inland Sea, and the Hanshin area was the second largest economic zone in Neon, with an annual GDP greater than the national GDP of the Tulip Country. The direct economic loss of the earthquake reached US$105 billion, and the indirect economic losses were immeasurable. It can even be said that it was the last glimmer of light to end Japan's economic recovery.

This is really the case, the sky destroys neon lights, and the retirement of the family will ensure safety.

From this year on, Neon is Xiaoerhei’s New Year, and it’s getting worse every year. If someone can stand by the long river of history and see Neon’s national destiny, they will find that Neon’s GDP in 1995 was only 2 trillion less than that of the United States, and China’s total amount during the same period was only more than 700 billion. However, twenty years have passed, China’s GDP has surpassed the past, while Neon’s domestic GDP is only one-third of that of the United States.

Although I don’t remember the specific stock trend, Zhou Shuo can still buy stock index futures. As long as a catastrophe like the Hanshin earthquake occurs, it is absolutely impossible for the stock index to not fall.

Even, it is impossible not to plummet.

Zhou Shuo picked up the phone and called the insider and said, "Hello, please book two air tickets later today."

"Yeah, yes, I'm going to the imperial capital."

After quitting the phone, Zhou Shuo yawned and said to Wu Hao: "Director Wu, let's take a break first. When we wait a little later today, we will have to return to China for a while."

Wu Hao said in surprise: "Return to China? But, our software outsourcing business is not yet obvious, right?"
Chapter completed!