Japanese Fishing Co. Solution:

How Resources, Skills and Abilities Make a Difference.

The Japanese loved fresh fish but for decades close by water has not held many fishes. So to feed the Japanese population, Fishing boats got bigger and went further and further than before.

Further the fisherman went for fishing, the more time it took them to bring back the fish. Because it took a lot of time to get back after catching fish, the fish were not fresh and didn’t taste good.

Now, to solve this problem, fishermen started to install freezers on their boats. So that after catching fishes they could freeze them at sea and this allowed fishermen to go further and stay longer to catch more fishes.

However, Japanese could taste the difference and they didn’t like frozen fish.

This made Fishing company think for a solution and installed fish tanks in their boats. Now, they would catch the fishes and stuff them in tanks. After little thrashing around these fishes were tired, dull and lost their freshness.

This led fishing companies to face an impending crisis.

Today, the same fishing companies get fresh tasting fish to Japan..!! Wonder how they managed to keep the freshness of fishes??

To keep fish fresh. Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the fish tank But with a small shark..!! Because shark fishes are challenged and constantly on the move. This challenge keeps them alive and fresh.

Moral: In our life New challenges keep us Active. If you steadily win challenges, you are happy. These challenges keep you energized.

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