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Chapter 217 Crack

At night, in a hot pot restaurant next to the green stadium, two rectangular tables were put together. Ten girls from the goal team, as well as Takai, Kitahara, and Miyagawa were sitting together. The boiling water in the two soup pots was constantly rolling, exuding heat.

Plate after plate of bright red meat was placed on the table, coupled with a dazzling array of vegetables. The entire table was already full. After all, it was enough hot pot for about ten people, and there was a small trolley next to it that contained all the ingredients that couldn’t be accommodated.

Dishes. There were diners nearby who kept looking at me quietly, envious of such a sumptuous meal.

"Lawyer Kitahara, you've had a hard day in court today!" Takai said with a rosy face while shaking his beer glass. Before the meal even started, Takai had already downed several glasses of wine. Seeing the rather muscular croquet coach,

He was naturally very happy to have two lawyers fighting for him. However, on the other hand, the unsatisfactory results of the first two lawsuits also made him know that he should not have too much hope.

Now that these two young lawyers are willing to help them, Tao Jing is grateful enough in his heart.

"Suing the hotel is just the icing on the cake. The two lawyers don't need to work too hard. When the time comes, we will figure out a solution for the training venue ourselves." Gao Jing raised his glass and said.

"I just did my job well." Kitahara also held a glass with beer in it and clinked the glasses with Takai. "Coach Takai is too polite."

"If it doesn't work out, I'll sell the land." Gao Jing drank another full glass of beer, with some foamy stars on the corner of his mouth, "Oh! I didn't sell it when I could sell it. Now the issue of the right of way on the neighboring land has come out.

, the price of this stadium immediately dropped a lot. If I had known this, I might as well have sold the land to those developers a few years ago. But fortunately, another developer came to me recently and said

I want to buy the land for the stadium.”

"Oh?" Hearing Gao Jing's words, Kithara became a little curious, "As far as I know, the land that has been idle for two years must be recovered. There is currently a neighboring land passage across the stadium, and it is impossible to fully open the land.

To. What developer wants to buy the stadium?"

"Let me look for that person's business card." Takai put down his beer glass, rummaged through the bags on his body with both hands, and found a crumpled business card after rummaging for a while.

The upper left corner of this business card has the words "Nishiyama Real Estate Construction Investment Co., Ltd." printed in large characters, with a maple leaf red hammer LOGO, and below it is printed "Nishiyama Junya" and his title "Chairman". On the right side of the business card

It is the address of the club, "No. 607 Kamemachi, Sakyo-ku, Kyoto City, Kyoto Prefecture. Contact number: 750 602 8153."

Seeing that it was a real estate developer from Kyoto, Kitahara couldn't help but frowned again, feeling a little abnormal. A real estate developer from Kyoto came to Tokyo to buy a piece of land? What was he doing? With this confusion, Kitahara took out a

I wanted to check the origin of this real estate developer on my mobile phone, so I pressed the screen of my mobile phone and entered the name of this real estate developer into the search engine.

Page refresh

In less than a second, the phone's browser displays the search results.

The entire page is blank except for the search box.

The result is:

Zero items.

The search website did not find any results about Xishan Real Estate Construction Investment Co., Ltd.

Kithara squinted his eyes slightly, and couldn't help but feel even more strange. Could it be that it was a small real estate developer, so no name was found? But, this is even weirder? A small real estate developer can get enough funds to build a business in Tokyo

Want to get the land? Kitahara immediately entered the company address of the company into the search box of his mobile phone and pressed the search button.

In an instant, a search result popped up on the page.

The light on the screen flickered as the color changed.

The result is no longer a blank slate.

The moment he saw this search result, Beihara's expression was stunned for a moment, as if he had not expected this result.

An animation effect pops up directly on the mobile browser, a maple leaf floats past the search interface, and the results below are suddenly printed with several bold fonts that have obviously been processed by an advertising program:

"Welcome! Dear guests!"

"Akagi Hotel Kyoto Branch; Address: No. 607 Kamimachi, Sakyo-ku, Kyoto City, Kyoto Prefecture."

A small real estate developer that could not be found on the search engine had its office address at the Kyoto branch of the Akagi Hotel Group. This information suddenly hit Kitahara's mind and sparked a fire. In an instant, Kitahara was in

The front, which seemed a bit hazy in the case of neighboring land rights of way, was vaguely illuminated.

The broken threads of the past seemed to be connected at this moment.

The weird subway construction area, the ravine that cut off all the roads on three sides of the Aoba Terrace Apartment, and the neighboring land request that allowed Takai to open the stadium land... The lawyers representing the Aoba Terrace Apartment are Koumimon and Machiko... Now this case

Excluding the case of nuisance, the hotel's representative lawyer is Komimon, and Machiko represents the third party... A small real estate developer with the same office address as the Akagi Hotel Kyoto branch wants to buy Takai at a low price, regardless of the idle land resumption law.

's stadium.

These fragments kept colliding in Beiyuan's mind, breaking into more fragments.

However, these fragments seem to be suspended, constantly rotating and intertwined.

At this moment, the sound of Takai's drinking and drinking seemed to have disappeared, the laughter and play between Miyagawa, Hanada, and other female croquet players also seemed to have disappeared, and the chatter and cheers of the surrounding diners also seemed to have disappeared completely.

At this moment, the world became silent.

The fragments of clues that were constantly reorganized in his mind gradually formed a complete picture.

At the moment when the puzzle was completed, a conspiracy plan to seize the land surfaced.

At this moment, although it is just Kithara's guess, he is 90% sure that it should not be far from the truth. The Akagi Hotel probably wants to buy the golf course owned by Takai, but it has been unable to do so, so he does not know what means he has taken.

They asked the subway company to change the construction scope, and then manipulated Aobadai Apartment to file a lawsuit against Takai for adjacent land access, forcing them to open the stadium. At the same time, using the burden of adjacent land access, Takai's land price dropped sharply, and then the hotel took advantage of the opportunity.

Buy the dip.

Although this sounds like a conspiracy theory, only in this way can the abnormal subway construction scope be explained.

If all the explanations are presented in front of you, only one will make sense.

So no matter how absurd it is, it is the explanation closest to the truth.

"What's wrong?" Takai looked at Kitahara, who suddenly fell into a daze, and was a little confused. He took a beer bottle and filled the glass of the young lawyer in front of him.

"Coach Takai." The young male lawyer in front of him seemed to suddenly come back to his senses, showing a look of enlightenment. It seemed that he had thought through many things in the moment. The lawyer in front of him picked up the beer.

He took a sip from the cup and said:

"Please do not sell your land to this real estate company. Moreover, this lawsuit against the Akagi Hotel Group must be won. If my guess is correct, the hotel should be the culprit of a series of incidents at the stadium."
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