Takuya Nakayama took the proposal and skimmed through it, reading a line at a glance.
"How's the position control? Don't try to swallow the whole fatty piece of meat in one bite—you'll choke."
"Extremely conservative, exactly as you instructed," Hoshino said, pointing to several key figures circled in red ink on the proposal. "No single trade exceeds two percent of our total capital. The total short position is kept under ten percent. We're never heavily invested, so we can exit at any time."
Thwack!
Takuya slammed the proposal shut and tossed it back onto the desk.
"Good." Takuya leaned back in his chair, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "The economic structures of these countries are carved from the exact same mold as Thailand's. They all rely on short-term foreign debt to sustain their domestic asset bubbles. Their foreign exchange reserves look substantial on paper, but it's all borrowed money—they're just bluffing. Now that the Bank of Thailand has admitted defeat, this paper-thin facade has been completely torn open."
Hoshino nodded in deep agreement.
"Soros and his band of old foxes have crafted the market expectation of the Central Bank's inevitable defeat too perfectly," Hoshino said, tapping a few keys to bring up the latest Reuters flash news. "Look, the big Wall Street funds are frantically dumping the currencies of these countries. They aren't even bothering to hide it anymore—they're just playing their hand and smashing the market."
"Which means we don't need to waste any effort building momentum," Takuya Nakayama said, his fingers tapping a light rhythm on the desk. "We just need to build our positions along with their expectations. Let Soros and his crew charge the front lines and draw all the fire. Sega will just quietly follow behind with sacks in hand, picking up the spoils. This is what you call hitching a ride."
Just then, a trader in the front row turned around with a strange expression.
"Director Hoshino, Managing Director! The Prime Minister of Malaysia just gave an emergency televised address. He strongly condemned international speculators as 'vampires' and vowed that they would absolutely not abandon the fixed exchange rate and would fight the speculators to the death!"
Hearing this, Takuya Nakayama couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Stubborn to the end," Takuya Nakayama said, shaking his head as he ruthlessly tore through the other side's facade. "The nose for capital is the sharpest in the world. The moment they sense prey is weak, they'll swarm in like sharks smelling blood. The more they bluster on TV, the more it shows their coffers are empty and their resolve is crumbling."
"With their pitiful reserves, this kind of slogan-driven administrative intervention is like a mantis trying to stop a car against the massive tide of international speculative capital. It's like a fat sheep surrounded by wolves, shouting 'I'm strong, stay back!' It only makes the wolves think the meat is tougher and will taste even better."
"The chain reaction has already begun. One by one, none of these countries will escape."
Hoshino took over.
"As long as their currencies keep depreciating, our NDF short positions will generate endless profits. And the offshore market is completely unrestricted by their domestic policies. Even if they get desperate and try to shut the door to beat the dog, they can't reach us. We can withdraw safely at any time."
"Keep a close eye on it," Takuya Nakayama said, patting Hoshino on the shoulder. "Don't let those Wall Street types muddy the waters so much that we end up splattered in the mud. The moment you see any signs of these countries locking down liquidity or flipping the table, close our positions and get out immediately. It's fine to make a little less profit—safety comes first."
"Understood! I'll monitor it personally!" Hoshino replied solemnly.
Takuya Nakayama picked up the iced tea from the table, swirling the ice cubes inside.
"Alright, I'm heading to the Hardware Development Department to check on the progress of our new handheld. I'll leave this to you. Here's to another big harvest today."
Hardware Development Laboratory.
The exhaust fans hummed continuously, and the air was thick with the scent of rosin and the metallic tang of heated electronic components.
In the center of a workbench, two prototype consoles—their shells still encased in gray engineering plastic—were connected to a dense web of data cables, their screens glowing. Beside them, a precision robotic arm was hammering away at the D-pad of one of the machines. The click-clack-click-clack was so rapid it sounded like a torrential downpour; it was undergoing a stress test for its maximum lifespan.
Hideki Sato clutched a thick test report, fiercely cross-referencing data with several engineers beside him. They were so engrossed that they didn't even notice someone had entered the room.
Takuya Nakayama strolled in, hands casually tucked into his trouser pockets.
As he looked up, he saw Hisao Oguchi standing on the other side of the workbench.
Oguchi's brow was furrowed, his sharp gaze fixed on the test unit on the table.
"Oh, Mr. Koguchi, what brings you down to the lab today?" Takuya asked with a smile as he walked over.
"Managing Director."
Oguchi turned, saw his direct superior, and gave a slight nod of his head, closing his notebook in the process.
"I'm here to check on the progress. Several core teams in the Game Division have heard we're making headway with the new handheld. They're intentionally keeping their schedules open, just waiting for something to work with. Until the hardware is finalized, they can't push their project proposals forward. Nintendo's Game Boy has been making a lot of moves this year, and that old man Hiroshi Yamauchi isn't sitting idle. We absolutely cannot afford to let our guard down."
Takuya gave him an appreciative glance.
Oguchi Hisao is truly the powerhouse who pulled Sega out of the mire in my past life, he thought. His instincts and execution are second to none.
He walked to the workbench and picked up the test unit, which wasn't connected to any robotic arms.
The screen was running a high-stress, color-rich test pattern.
Sharp's 3.0-inch reflective LCD is truly impressive, Takuya thought. Even under the laboratory's harsh, white incandescent lights, the display remained incredibly crisp. The colors were so saturated they seemed to bleed off the screen, completely devoid of the washed-out, cheap look typical of traditional LCDs.
"How's the testing going? Any hiccups?" Takuya asked, turning to Hideki Sato.
Sato, only just noticing his boss's arrival, hurriedly handed over the report in his hand.
"The additional batch of 3.0-inch sample screens we ordered from Sharp last week arrived, and we pulled an all-nighter to hand-assemble these two test units!"
He pointed to a few nearly invisible scratches on the device's casing and proudly reported, "We just finished the reliability tests yesterday. A 1.6-meter free-fall drop onto a marble floor, twelve consecutive hours in a 60-degree high-temperature oven, and an ultra-high humidity simulation—it passed all of them perfectly! The motherboard traces and the casing mold fit together with extreme precision; no internal components loosened or shorted out. This machine is built like a tank!"
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