"How is it possible? It clearly means 'Northern Dynasty'..."

"I'm the founder of the ERP system," Zhou Shuo said with a smile.

With a "wow", the venue suddenly became riots. The popular American enterprise management software, the author was actually a Chinese? No one would lie about this kind of thing, otherwise it would be easily exposed. Is it true? When will the Chinese technology be so good?

"Okay, okay." Zhou Shuo pressed his arm helplessly and waved. Naturally, a waiter from the audience ran up, and he ordered: "Prepare a phone number for me, you need someone who can call internationally for a long distance."

The waiter stood attentively and lowered his head and said, "Hi!"

Then, he ran away quickly.

After a while, a telephone line was pulled to the stage. Zhou Shuo took out the phone book under the gaze of everyone, found the phone number of James, the current manager of Microsoft's ERP software project, and dialed it.

When he dialed the number plate, the entire banquet hall suddenly became silent, and everyone held their breath and calmed down.

The beeping sound of waiting in the microphone rang twice, and James's voice came out from it. Zhou Shuo said in English: "Hello Mr. James! I am Zhou Shuo, how is your business recently?"

After a few greetings, Zhou Shuo said: "Mr. James, I am in Japan now. There are some partners here who want to confirm the identity of my ERP software author. I hope you can help me."

After waiting on the phone, Zhou Shuo left the fax number of the Ise Island Hotel to James. He finally thanked him. He hung up the phone in just over a minute.

"That's over?" Juno Oda was a little unbelievable. The other party was Microsoft, a large company worth tens of billions. Just following the instructions of a Chinese?

Zhou Shuo nodded and said, "Please rest assured, just wait for a while."

"You just made a random call. Who knows who is on the other side of the phone? Didn't you arrange it to deceive us?"

Zhou Shuo shrugged and said, "That's all I can do. Those who are willing to believe will naturally believe it. I can't do anything if I don't want to believe it."

Not long after, a waiter grabbed a fax and ran to the stage. Zhou Shuo raised the fax to everyone and said, "Please see, this is the confirmation letter issued by Microsoft. This is the autograph of Mr. James, the head of the ERP department."

After saying that, Zhou Shuo asked someone to take the fax down. After everyone passed it over to each other, they quickly whispered to each other.

"Is this true?"

"It looks like it, you see there is also a power of attorney attached..."

Papa, the sound of knocking on the microphone suddenly came from the stage. Everyone in the audience looked up and saw SoftBank CEO Masayoshi Son standing on the stage with the microphone. Seeing people's eyes gathered on him, he said: "You have already read the confirmation letter just now. I can also use my reputation as a guarantee here. Zhou Sang is indeed the author of ERP software, so you don't have to doubt this."

"Oh!" Everyone in the audience was uproared. The persuasiveness of a piece of paper was certainly not as good as the guarantee of Masayoshi Son, president of SoftBank Group in the industry. Since he stood up, this matter must be true.

From the perspective of Masayoshi Son, as a partner, he certainly needs to see how Zhou Shuo handles the problem. Although the crisis handling just now was not full, he was still quite satisfied. It is already good to be able to do this level when Japan is generally discriminating against China. From the bottom of his heart, he even empathizes with it.

Masayoshi Son is a Korean-Japanese, and he himself claims that his ancestors moved from China to South Korea. However, both Korean and Chinese are very discriminated against in Japan. Li Zhongcheng, a fourth-generation Korean player who was born and raised in the past, was actually called a dog by the Japanese. It was simply a comedy of dog biting a dog. However, Masayoshi Son is still a Japanese after all, so we don’t have to label him as a Chinese label. After all, we are not as shameless as Koreans accusing relatives.

Of course, with Masayoshi Son's current identity, no one dares to discriminate against him anymore.

Juno Oda still couldn't believe it, but he didn't dare to openly question Masayoshi Son's guarantee. He had to say unwillingly: "Okay, even if President Sun said, this can only prove your personal technical ability. If Chinese people want to do Japanese software outsourcing business, you can't come alone, right? What is the technical level of ordinary Chinese people? This is the key to the problem!"

Zhou Shuo took the microphone from Masayoshi Son and nodded and said, "That's true, so I want to ask everyone to do a favor here. Who has the data to enter? I can provide you with free entry services, with less than 300,000 words, guaranteed to be completed in one hour."

"One hour?" Juno Oda was surprised. It was already good for ordinary people to enter 30 words in one minute. 300,000 words in one hour were completed, and 5,000 words were entered in one minute. Even if the parallel processing included the allocation and summary time, at least two hundred people would have to work at the same time.

"I'll do it!" Before he could finish his calculations, Yoshio Eguchi, beside Juno Oda, stood up and said loudly.

Since Zhou Shuo came out, Yukio Eguchi has been paying attention. What else is there to be more exciting than reducing the cost to one tenth at a time?

Unlike Oda Shunto, Eguchi Yukio does not discriminate against Chinese people. For him, there is no difference between using Chinese or Japanese people. Isn’t it normal to hand over the business to people with lower costs as long as they can complete the work accurately and quickly?

Yukio Eguchi took out his mobile phone from his pocket, dialed his company's number, and gave a quick order.

He put the phone back in his pocket, nodded to Zhou Shuo with a smile, and said, "No problem. Within fifteen minutes, my employees will arrive at the venue with 300,000 words of information."

"Thank you very much for your help, so I will start to set up the venue."

As he said that, Zhou Shuo waved, and the waiters of the Ise Island Hotel entered through the Kokmen. Some of them were carrying tables, some were holding telephone lines, and some were holding fax machines. After a few seconds, they set up a workbench. More than twenty fax machines were placed side by side, which were all the fax machines that the Ise Island Hotel could take out.

Soon, the employees of Eguchi Yukio Company rushed over with a thick stack of documents on their backs.

After personally checking that there was no content that needed to be kept confidential, Yoshio Eguchi handed over the documents to the waiter at the Ise Island Hotel. More than 20 waiters stood on the stage and started dialing internationally according to the phone number issued by Zhou Shuo.

The sound of the fax machines sounded, and each of them established a connection. Nearly four hundred A4 papers printed with the materials were distributed, and each of them was only about twenty. For a moment, the buzzing sound of the fax machine running echoed densely over the banquet hall, which made people feel sore.

It didn't take long for each fax machine to complete its own task. Zhou Shuo stood on the sidelines and picked up the phone to call the country.

"I am Zhou Shuo, okay, have you received the fax?"

"Okay, complete the entry as fast as possible and then send it to my email."

"Tell everyone that you must work harder. It depends on whether to eat meat or drink soup!"

After dropping the phone, Zhou Shuo loosened his neckline. Looking at the Japanese people talking in a low voice below, he felt a little moved. I hope that his actions can make China's software industry develop faster and better! Great software cannot be developed by doing data entry and software testing for people. If Chinese people want to gain a place in the international software market, they still have a long way to go.

The banquet continued, and although the Japanese were still divided into small circles to exchange greetings and exchanged with each other as they were at the beginning, there was inevitably a trace of attention on the stage.

Oda Juno looked at Eguchi Yukio and said dissatisfiedly: "Eguchi, don't you think that Chinese people are really capable of completing 300,000 words in one hour, right? At least two hundred people are required to work at the same time. With the Chinese people's technical level and economic conditions, where can I find so many skilled entry personnel?"

Yukio Eguchi innocently spread his hands and said, "Anyway, it's just an experiment. Just give President Sun a face. If it's true, as Zhou Sang said, China's labor cost is only one-tenth of that of Japan, that would be great! Can you imagine employees with a monthly salary of only 300 US dollars? My company is different from you, which will greatly increase my profitability!"

"But this will make many Japanese unemployed." Juno Oda pointed out incisively.

Yukio Eguchi smiled indifferently: "You can increase the proofreading positions. And it may not be necessary to lay off employees. I can add more business and hire more salesmen and proofreading personnel, but only reduce the number of people entering."

"But the number of domestic businesses is certain. If you increase your business, someone will lose your business. There are always Japanese companies that have to pay the price."

Yukio Eguchi pursed his lips and smiled innocently: "Business is business, and the market always favors people who make the right choice."

Juno Oda sighed and shook his head, "I'm afraid that the Chinese people have endless ambitions. After eating these low-tech businesses, they will sooner or later threaten high-end businesses."

One hour is not long or short. At the banquet, everyone has already drunk three times and visited the dishes for five flavors.

But just over forty minutes, the beeping phone on the stage suddenly rang. Zhou Shuo lifted the microphone and said in a deep voice: "Hey, where?"

Something said across the phone, Zhou Shuo said happily: "Okay, that's great! I'll celebrate you when I go back!"

His every move on stage has long attracted the attention of people below the audience. Although no one could understand Chinese, everyone stood up and listened to him making a call with all their attention.

Zhou Shuo nodded to Masayoshi Son, sat in front of a computer next to the workbench, started the mail program, and projected the received text files onto the curtain in front of the stage through the projector.

The Japanese in the audience suddenly burst into awe!
Chapter completed!