novelinnhs Chapter 95 Kuroda Shu's Suicide Attempt 1 [5 Chapters, Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Chapter 95 Kuroda Shu's Suicide Attempt 1 [5 Chapters, Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Chapter 95 Kuroda Shuichi's Reckless Act [Fifteenth Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets]
On the other end of the phone, Keiko Miyazawa's voice sounded noticeably tired, as if she had just been relieved from some long meeting; her throat was a little hoarse.
Good evening. It's so late, aren't you resting yet?
"not yet..
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Keiko Miyazawa sighed softly.
"Just got back from headquarters. I've been in meetings since nine in the morning, and my head is still spinning."
Kiryu Yaya leaned back in his chair, listening to her rambling on about these trivial and tedious matters, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.
"It sounds like the president's position isn't so easy to hold."
"It's not just uncomfortable to sit in..."
""
Keiko Miyazawa's voice carried a helpless smile.
"Now I finally understand why my father always came home so late. There were so many big and small things going on at the company, he really couldn't finish them all."
She paused.
"I haven't had a good night's sleep in almost a week. Every night when I close my eyes, my mind is filled with numbers, documents, and the wording for the bank. Even when I finally fall asleep, I'm still dreaming about meetings."
Kiryu Yaya smiled slightly.
"This is what they call 'what you think about during the day, you dream about at night'."
Stop teasing me.
Keiko Miyazawa chuckled softly on the other end of the phone.
"Kiryu-kun sometimes talks like an old man."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"It's not a compliment—"
Her voice finally softened a little, carrying a rare gentleness after days of exhaustion.
The two of them were silent for a few seconds.
"Oh, right—"
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Kiryu Yaya seemed to remember something: "How's things going with Rokko? After the split, the Miyazawa Group's accounts should be clean, right?"
Keiko Miyazawa's tone returned to normal: "Yes, the accounting department has confirmed that all of Rokko's debts and guarantees have been separated from the group level."
"After Rokko was separated, Sumitomo Bank restructured its debt, and the main project has now been transferred to Kansai Urban Development."
"What about Kuroda Shuichi?"
"Very proactive."
Keiko Miyazawa's voice had become a little more complex.
"As soon as the division agreement was signed, he began to push for the subsequent development of Rokkaku."
"I heard from Mr. Uesugi that Kuroda not only acquired the main body of Rokko Golf, but also acquired several surrounding plots of land that originally belonged to other small developers. It seems that he wants to connect the entire area into one place and carry out a larger-scale development."
Kiryu Yaya paused slightly in the hand holding the milk glass.
"The surrounding land? How big is it?"
"I'm not sure of the exact figures, but Mr. Uesugi mentioned that it's roughly twice the original size of Rokko."
"Kuroda seems to be very optimistic about the future tourism value of the Rokko area, believing that land prices will rise again once the economy recovers."
Kiryu Yaya was silent for a moment, then chuckled softly.
Keiko Miyazawa sensed something was off: "Kiryu-kun?"
"It's nothing."
Kiryu Yaya put down his milk glass: "I just think that President Kuroda really has a lot of charisma."
Keiko Miyazawa paused for a moment.
"Spirit?"
"The reason why the Rokko project is so bad is not because Miyazawa Hara mismanaged it, but because its business model was based on the illusions of the bubble era."
"Golf memberships, vacation villas, high-end consumption—these things could tell a story during the bubble era, but now that land prices are falling, the situation has reversed."
He paused, then continued, "But Kuroda isn't just not stopping; he's continuing to expand. Isn't that just throwing money into a fire?"
Keiko Miyazawa remained silent for a while on the other end of the phone.
"But—Kuroda is such a shrewd person, he wouldn't do something he's not sure of, would he?"
"He made the common mistake of intelligent people."
Kiryu Yaya said calmly, "But his current confidence level is no different from those who bet on golf a few years ago."
"If Miyazawa Hara believed that land prices were only undergoing a short-term adjustment," and thought that things would recover as long as they held on a little longer.
"Kuroda Shuichi believes that the current land prices are the bottom, but buying at the bottom is gambling and going against the trend."
Keiko Miyazawa nodded, understanding Kiryu Yaya's unspoken message: "Kiryu-kun."
"Um?"
Do you think land prices will continue to fall?
Kiryu Yaya remained silent for two seconds.
"meeting."
There is only one word.
But after that word was spoken, both ends of the phone went silent.
After a moment, Keiko Miyazawa gently exhaled.
"Then I'll listen to you. The group will no longer touch any land development-related projects. We'll focus on stabilizing our existing business and improving our cash flow."
"This is a wise choice."
After saying that, Kiryu Yaya added, "However, you don't have to believe everything I say. Listen to the opinions of Director Kamiya and Mr. Uesugi; they have more experience than you."
"I know."
"It was Keiko Miyazawa who said softly."
"But I trust you more."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Kiryu Yaya lowered his eyes, looking at the circle of light cast by the table lamp on the table, and said nothing.
"It's very late."
Keiko Miyazawa broke the silence first: "Get some rest. Goodnight, Kiryu-kun."
"Good night."
The phone hangs up.
Kiryu Yaya picked up the milk, which had already cooled down a bit, and took a sip.
The night outside the window was very deep.
There were hardly any pedestrians on the streets of Eban, except for the convenience store lights in the distance, which flickered in the night wind.
Kiryu Yaya looked out the window and shook his head.
Shuichi Kuroda.
They're really planning to go down a path of self-destruction from which there's no turning back.
Monday morning.
The ginkgo trees on Midosuji appear exceptionally verdant in the morning light.
By the end of May, Osaka was already starting to feel like summer.
Kiryu Yaya rode his Honda SuperCub50 all the way from Esaka to the Osaka branch of Mitsubishi Bank.
He parked his motorcycle in the underground parking lot, took off his helmet and hung it on the handlebars, and walked into the staff entrance with his briefcase.
The lobby on the first floor is already bustling with activity.
Kiryu Yaya went up to the third floor and entered the financing review department.
As soon as I opened the door, I sensed that something was off.
It's so depressing.
Like the calm before a storm.
Several early-arriving employees sat at their workstations, none of them speaking. Even Nakamura Yuka, who usually loved to chat in the mornings, just kept her head down, flipping through documents without even looking up.
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Kiryu Yaya walked to his workstation, put down his briefcase, and glanced to the side.
Chihaya Yuri has arrived.
She sat in her seat with a document open in front of her, but her gaze wasn't on the document. Instead, she looked towards the minister's office, tilting her head slightly as if listening to something.
Kiryu Yaya followed her gaze.
The door to the section chief's office was closed.
But from behind the door, the faint sound of two people arguing could be heard, and it was quite intense.
Kiryu Yaya narrowed his eyes, surprised, and said, "This is the section chief—and Department Head Ogaki?"
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