In today's Japan, it is not the case that you can buy the whole of Japan in the United States with a single Tokyo housing price.

After the successful development of nylon, Japan's raw silk exports were almost halved, which was devastating to Japanese industry, and Japan could only rely on intensifying its plundering of neighboring countries to maintain its competitiveness.

Itomatsu could not have imagined that he was only a dispensable tool man in the eyes of Mike Carlisle and Spike Dalton, ready to be discarded, which caused Itomatsu's self-esteem to take a serious hit.

Leaving Asia and entering Europe, leaving Asia and entering Europe, Japan has been tossing for so many years, but it is still not accepted by Europe and the United States, looking at Mike Carlisle and Spike Dalton, who are talking and laughing, Itomatsu is sad.

"If I can, I would like to talk to Mr. Picole of Adan that there is not only competition between Mobil Oil and Adan but also room for cooperation." Spike Dalton doesn't care about Itomatsu's commission at all, and the main reason why he is willing to help Itomatsu is that he also has a request.

The general manager of Adan's U.S. branch is called Simpson Picole, who comes from a well-educated family of poor aristocrats in England, and such a person is very popular in the United States, and Adan is very good at taking advantage of these connections.

Mobil Oil is dominant in the United States, Adan is invincible in Europe, and there is extensive competition between the two.

Mobil Oil coveted the Elizabeth oil field owned by Adan Company, and Mobil Oil had long hoped to join forces with Adan to develop oil along the Persian Gulf coast, but Adan Company decisively refused.

The coast of the Persian Gulf is a forbidden area of the Adan company, and no one is allowed to interfere.

It's like Mobil Oil's attitude toward the Pennsylvania oil field.

The difference is that after decades of development, the production and quality of the Pennsylvania field have been greatly reduced.

The oil production along the Persian Gulf coast is of high quality and low cost, so Adan has the capital to take the initiative to provoke a price war with Mobil Oil.

"Okay, I'll invite Simpson to get together another day, and you'd better invite Mr. Ford too." Mike Carlisle also has a demand, Washington Motors is launching a strong challenge to Ford Motors, and Ford Motors is not under pressure.

Before Nyasaland entered the United States, Ford's Model T was in short supply, and although there were some other car brands in the United States, none of them could pose a real threat to Ford.

Unlike other American car brands, Washington Motors is facing a major crisis with more powerful performance, richer colors and shapes, a wider range of use environments, and lower prices.

Mike Carlisle's intentions are clear: there is competition to develop, but competition should be controlled within a healthy range.

To put it bluntly, everyone uniting to make money together is the king, and one dominance is not conducive to the healthy development of the industry, and Ford should face the challenges correctly.

"Yes, we have a good relationship with Ford, but you have to be careful, I've heard that old Ford hasn't been in a good mood lately—" Spike Dalton promised to help, but not guaranteed.

Washington cars have not officially gone on sale, and sales growth rates for Ford cars have begun to slow down, which was almost unthinkable before.

Now Ford is also learning from Washington cars, advertising in newspapers and magazines, and is considering upgrades to the Model T.

However, this will definitely increase the cost of the Model T, and it will be necessary to increase the price in order to ensure profits.

Price is the core competitiveness of the Ford Model T, once the price advantage is lost, the future of the Ford Model T is bleak, and it is no wonder that the old Ford can be in a better mood.

"The market is not static, so the product cannot be static, Americans are tired of the black Ford Model T, and even if Ford is eliminated from the market, it is not because of Washington Motors, but because of Ford's own problems." Mike Carlyle's expression was grim, and the Ford Model T had hardly changed for 13 years since it was introduced in 1908.

It is undeniable that Ford has contributed immensely to the popularity of automobiles.

However, as a giant in the industry, Ford should always focus on the needs of users and improve the Model T to make the Model T more suitable for the continuous improvement of users' product needs.

Instead of relying on low prices to monopolize the market, ignore user needs, and crack down on competitors, as is the case now.

Spike Dalton finally fell silent, the problems faced by Ford Motors, Mobil Oil is also experiencing, and like Ford facing the challenge of Washington Motors, Mobil Oil is also facing the strong impact of Adan Company, and after a series of cooperation agreements between Southern Africa and the United States, this competition will intensify, whether it is a blessing or a curse.

After meeting Spike Dalton, Mike Carlisle returns to his apartment in Augustus' car.

"Go back and rest early, be careful during this time, you're already a big celebrity-" Mike Carlisle kindly advised, Augustus is not only Mike Carlisle's driver, but also Mike Carlisle's personal bodyguard.

"Don't worry, if the dwarfs dare to come to me for trouble, I'll throw them all into the Pacific Ocean." Augustus patted his strong biceps to show off his strength.

Mike Carlisle laughed, not taking it to heart.

Augustus did not stop at Mike Carlisle's apartment and drove away.

Augustus was a Slav, 30 years old, single, strong, and fitness-loving, and he lived not far from Mike Carlisle's apartment, and half an hour later, Augustus appeared in the tavern downstairs of his apartment.

This tavern is built in the basement of the apartment building, the environment is dark and the facilities are poor, but the atmosphere is very good, which is very much in line with the temperament of Augustus.

"Joe, bring me a glass of liquid gold." Augustus skillfully greeted the bartender, and it was the time of Prohibition, and only in this dimly lit basement could whiskey be bought.

"Ivan, you're going to be famous, and many people are asking about you today." The bartender's operations are all done under the counter, using a mixture of several different unidentified liquids, skillfully and covertly.

"yes, who are they?" The Augustas were rugged in appearance, but delicate in their minds.

That's for sure, if it's just that Kong Wu is powerful, Augustus is not qualified to be Mike Carlisle's driver.

The driver's requirements are much more than the bodyguard.

The bartender didn't speak, smiling at Augustus.

Augustus understood in an instant, and took out a dollar coin and put it on the bar counter and pushed it over to the bartender.

"Two diminutive guys with obscene expressions—" The bartender's hand holding the towel gently stroked the bar as if it were wiping the bar, and the coins disappeared with the bartender's movements.

Augustus smiled and took a sip of whiskey.

There is no need for much information, "short stature" already says it all.

Don't think that white people are so tall these days, they don't have enough nutrition, and no matter how good their genes are, they can't grow tall, not to mention that the genes of humans are almost the same, and the height of the bartender is less than one meter six.

can be despised by people who are less than 1.6 meters as "short stature", you can imagine how short it is.

By the way, Augustus was about one meter eight tall.

"No, here they are—" the bartender whispered to Augustus, looking at the dollar.

Augustus looked back and saw that they were indeed two dwarfs, at most one meter four or one meter five tall.

"Good evening, Mr. Joe—" The dwarf was very polite, and he actually bowed when he greeted him, and it was indeed very abrupt for such a polite person to appear in such an environment.

With their height, it's no wonder they're impressive.

"Good evening, gentlemen—" Jo picked up a bottle of milk.

Milk!

You can believe that milk is sold in the bar!

"No, no, no, we're off work and today we're going to try some more exciting flavors." The two dwarfs were majestic and high-spirited, and they made it to the round stool in front of the bar—

It's a pity that my feet can't reach the ground, and I laugh instantly.

The smile on Joe's face instantly went up a notch, if it was only 40 points just now, now it's 60.

Then Joe repeated the action again.

Twice.

Just as Joe was bartending, the two dwarfs finally noticed Augustus beside him.

"Good evening, sir—" A dwarf greeted him with a wary look in his eyes.

"Good evening—" Augustus drank down the whiskey and placed his glass on the bar: "Goodbye, Joe—"

"Goodbye—" Joe cleverly did not call Augustus by name.

"Wait—" A dwarf called out to Augustus.

Augustus did not speak, but looked at the dwarf with calm eyes.

"Why don't you stay and have another drink?" The dwarf took out his wallet and took the initiative to pay, his eyes always on Augustus's face: "I'm in for a treat—"

"No need, have fun." Augustus waved his hand and walked out without looking back.

"Wait—" Another dwarf reached for Augustus.

Augustus suddenly half-turned and punched the dwarf in the face.

The dwarf fainted without saying a word.

Before the other dwarf could jump off the bench, Augustus grabbed him by the collar and lifted him from the bench.

"Bastard—" The dwarf raised his foot to kick Augustus.

Unexpectedly, before his feet were raised, he was lifted above his head by Augustus.

"Die!" With Augustus' roar, the dwarf was slammed into the round bench by Augustus.

Kala–

The sound of bones breaking could be heard throughout the bar.

The dwarf slumped on the round bench in an eerie position, like a snake with its bones removed.

"Joe, you see, it's their hand that strikes first!" Augustus was full of energy.