The Kyoto Bubble Era: Starting from the Sale of Hundreds of Millions of Properties

Chapter 125 Not as smart as Beiyuan’s dog (2)

In the next room sat two cramped girls in uniforms, they were not very old, after closing the door, only they, Kitahara Sosuke and Fujiwara Norika were left.

"President Beiyuan." They stood up and bowed to salute, their eyes full of fear and fear.

"Yamazaki-san, Ito-san, please sit down, don't be so restrained, I'm not Asano Naoto." Kitahara Sosuke sighed, and poured them a cup of tea after sitting down.

The two girls took the tea in fear and looked at him timidly.

This is the girl who was raped by Naoto Asano the first time. She is a new employee of the second financing section. She has been in the industry for less than half a year. It is said that she was later offered to the senior management of the branch.

Their experience is deplorable. After the Dongchuang incident, in order to save face, Naoto Asano contacted the personnel department at light speed and transferred the two to the countryside, left the banking system, and became office workers.

Under Kitahara Sosuke's suggestion, Kawatani Koji took good care of them, and it took a long time before they built up their trust in him, which led to this meeting.

"President Kitahara, don't worry, we won't tell the story! Please don't transfer us any more!" Before Kitahara Sosuke could speak, the girl surnamed Yamazaki got up and bowed and apologized.

Fujiwara Norika clenched her fist under the table.

"We're not here to scare you." Kitahara Sosuke reassured the girl, "We just came to have a look."

He picked up the suitcase and put it on the table, and there was still 9000 million yen in it. There were 37 girls who were raped by Naoto Asano. They actually had contacts in private, and there were small groups to encourage each other.

They thought they were doing these things in secret, but in fact they had been noticed by Dongsan and the General Affairs Department long ago.

He sighed, handed over the matter to the gentle Fujiwara Norika, and went outside to smoke by himself.

These days, Norika Fujiwara is still visiting families persecuted by the Yamada-gumi. This kind of tragedy will increase in the future during the Great Depression.

On the way back to the sub-branch, Fujiwara Norika's eyes were red, and she was obviously in a bad mood.

"Ji Xiang, don't you miss that izakaya a thousand years ago? I'll take you to have a big meal." Kitahara Sosuke couldn't bear to see her pitiful appearance, and said softly, "I've been very tired these days too. Right? Have a holiday tomorrow?"

"No! I want to accompany you to other villages to continue to acquire non-performing assets!" Fujiwara Norika wiped away tears and waved her small fist, "I'm not so easy to be knocked down."

"I want to show those high-level people and the consortiums that manipulate the economy! Huh!" Fujiwara Norika said puffed up, and then touched his somewhat dry stomach, "Speaking of the president, shall we go now?"

"Pfft—" Kitahara Sosuke laughed and nodded.

The acquisition of non-performing assets was not completed so quickly. Most of those investors did not shed tears when they saw the coffin.

After that, if you come to ask for it again, it will not be 30% of the purchase price, but 25%, 20%, or even lower!
Kitahara Sosuke has considered these clubs, and he knows which ones are valuable and which ones are not.

In the past, these manufacturing clubs were customers of other classrooms and other banks, and he was not easy to grab them. Now they have become the thorn in the eyes of various banks, and he is naturally happy to accept them.

Thanks to the wave after 70 years, these manufacturing industries in Japan have a good foundation. They are real companies, not empty shells. Many of them have some technology and talents in them. Some may have survived the Great Depression and finally became part of the industry. small faucet.

Kitahara Sosuke only remembers the general trend and direction of the future, and it is impossible to remember all the clubs. Now he would rather kill by mistake than let it go.

Anyway, it was Dong Chan's money, so he didn't feel bad.

It was already 05:30 in the evening before going back to Qianqian, and the sunset was hanging in the sky. The bustling downtown area of ​​Osaka was still lively, but it was much more subdued than the terrifying night market scene a year ago.

After all, many rich people have headaches at home in the housing market and bank reminders, and they can no longer go out at will.

But ordinary people, middle- and lower-class migrant workers, and students who still think the future is bright are still unaware of the horror of the future, and continue to consume entertainment and spend their youth and money.

Standing in front of the Youhe Commercial Building, the electronic screen played back and forth the impassioned speeches of the leaders of the consortium, but after a few days passed, they didn't even fart, and they didn't invest a penny in the housing market, they just kept drawing big cakes.

Then came the messy National Assembly. Now the National Assembly has become a place to impeach the prime minister’s cabinet, the Ministry of Finance, and the Bank of Japan. Even the trivial matter of a Ministry of Finance official cheating on a subordinate has been pulled out and made a big fuss.

These rulers are people from consortia, attacking the government one after another, trying to withdraw the policy.

The screen changed, and the news broadcast talked about the international situation, and the UN Security Council passed Resolution 661 to impose economic sanctions on Iraq. On May 5, that is, yesterday, President Bush officially signed the "Desert Shield" action plan.

About 82 people from a brigade of the 1nd Airborne Division of the US Army took off from the Fort Bragg base in North Carolina to Saudi Arabia as the vanguard.

Just today, May 5, the US military officially marched to Saudi Arabia.

Soon after, the troops and strategic materials of the countries of the Allied Powers will be concentrated and transported there.

The Gulf War that Haibu Toshiki and the others have been thinking about is about to start!
Under great pressure is just for this moment.

The screen continues to rotate, and new international events are still happening.

"Lithuania and Georgia issued the Declaration of Independence at the same time today?" Kitahara Sosuke was stunned for a moment. The time seemed to be delayed, but this was a sign of the disintegration of the Soviet Union.

The downfall of Mao Xiong means the beginning of a super-many situation. At the same time, Mao Xiong has so many hairs, how can he be worthy of his identity as a time traveler if he doesn't squeeze a little?

Kitahara Sosuke was lamenting the unpredictable international situation and thinking about how he could benefit from it, while Fujiwara Norika held the oden in his hand with a bitter face, and ate it with tears in his eyes!
The izakaya she had been thinking about for a long time was closed!

The boss ran away with his sister-in-law!

I heard that the proprietress is crying at the gate of the court every day with a huge debt, it is really miserable!
But what's the matter with her?

The key is that the food she most wants to eat is gone!

hateful!hateful!hateful!

Fujiwara Norika took a bite of the sausage, and looked at Kitahara Sosuke: "It's all your fault! If it wasn't for the procrastination of the president, I would have eaten it long ago!"

"It's my fault, my fault, I'll give you something delicious next time~" Kitahara Sosuke smiled, and patted her head. The little girl from the izakaya thought about it for a long time, and then secretly ordered it for you. her.

"Ji Xiang, please listen to the question." Kitahara Sosuke led her back to the branch.

"Huh?" Her mouth was still full of meatballs.

"Which of the following statements is the most believable?"

"Option A, the leader of a consortium."

"Option B, a member of Congress."

"Option C, a bank executive."

"Option D, the dog of the Beiyuan family."

Fujiwara Norika tilted her head, and replied without thinking: "Of course it's D, isn't your dog very smart, President?"

"Yeah, if most people were half as smart as you, it wouldn't be where it is now."

Kitahara Sosuke laughed loudly, and the two walked into the branch, and Yamakawa Sayuri and Kobayashi Kyoko in the lobby immediately bowed.

"President Kitahara~"

Kobayashi Kyoko looked at him affectionately, Kitahara Sosuke winked, "Come to my house tonight", she blushed and nodded, and ran to the counter.

Kitahara Sosuke glanced at the dreary sub-branch. Everyone was tortured by the risk of the sub-branch being banned. In addition, Naoto Asano's downfall made everyone panic and at a loss.

At 9 o'clock tonight, he is going to hold his first special meeting after taking office.

Back at the president's office, Saeko Sakurai put all of Asano's belongings into a big cardboard box, and found a moving company to throw them away.

Saeko Sakurai was lying on the table with her back facing him, wiping the table vigorously.

This boss desk was very big, and she leaned on it with her whole body, so she had to stand on tiptoes to reach the edge. The curve from the back to the buttocks was extremely attractive.

The hip-wrapping skirt was very short, barely covering the buttocks, but at this time there was no one else in the office, Saeko Sakurai didn't bother to cover it up, so she just leaned over the table and cleaned it.

At the door, Kitahara Sosuke came in and had a good view.

"Cough, cough, cough." He coughed a few times, no wonder Naoto Asano couldn't hold it back.

Saeko Sakurai is the kind of stunner who is extremely cold and cold, and can arouse men's desire to conquer.

Hearing his cough, Saeko Sakurai exclaimed, covered her buttocks with her hands, and turned around quickly: "Okay, President. Are you back?"

"Thanks for your hard work. You don't need to wipe that table. Throw it away and buy a new one. By the way, there are still chairs and sofas." Kitahara Sosuke glanced around, "The same goes for the wardrobe."

Thinking of the disgusting things that might have happened in these places, he didn't want to continue using them.

"All changed?" Sakurai Saeko looked at him, and immediately felt relieved, her cheeks turned even redder.

"Yes, you will come to the meeting later." Kitahara Sosuke nodded and looked at her with a smile, "Sakurai-san doesn't like these things either?"

He glanced at the table, the sofa, the wardrobe.

Saeko Sakurai blushed and replied with a smile, "If it's yours, I don't mind~"

This man really did what he promised.

Defeated, defeated Naoto Asano!

He drew a circle that night, and that figure has been deeply engraved in Saeko Sakurai's mind.

(End of this chapter)