Chapter 266 The hardworking president

Author: Quiet Thought

Chapter 266 The hardworking president

In the evening, Shirakawa Kaede, who was sitting in the car, looked at the crowded Kitado Bank through the car window, and smiled unconsciously.

Finally, I looked a little like a bank. Thousands of active users under Shirakawa Holdings should be able to support Beidu Bank in Tokyo.

Moreover, Hayago Bank entered Tokyo and opened a branch in the 1960s, and has accumulated a little user in more than ten years.

With two phases and one merger, the scale of small and medium-sized banks is still reachable.

In addition to Ota District, several major districts in Tokyo have branches of Kitado Bank.

The place doesn’t have to be big, rent a few floors and set up the business hall first.

From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, I rushed to the end of the year and finally put all the bank halls into use in October.

Shirakawa Kaede only has one requirement for the business halls of various Beidu Bank, which is to give customers the ultimate service experience.

That’s right, he built Beidu Bank according to the operational purpose of “service first, then bank”.

As a latecomer, Beidu Bank will not be a competitor to those big banks by comparing scale and business content.

Since this is the case, then we should make the service to the extreme and compete sideways to attract and retain customers.

In addition to the scene that Damu himself saw in the bank lobby, Beidu Bank can even provide various reservation services for VIP users.

For example, reservation quotas for some high-end restaurants, member invitation qualifications for some clubs, etc.

As long as the dear VIP users need it, Beidu Bank will spare no effort to meet the needs of customers.

In addition, other businesses of Beidu Bank are also slowly developing, including trusts, securities, and future.

Competition is always around the world and is carried out in all aspects.

There is no way, but a weak foundation, so you can only use more effort than others to catch up.

"San Kojima, go to Meguro District."

"Hai"

Shirakawa Kaede took his gaze out of the window, glanced at the "Old Man and the Sea" at hand, and then closed his eyes and calmed down.

Time flies so fast, and there are two months to the end of the year again.

From the first time I opened my eyes to the world, I have been twenty-one now in a flash.

The years are gone, the years are in a daze.

"Shankawa Sang, here."

Hanghuan's thoughts slowly retracted, and Shirakawa Kaede turned his eyes out the window. Under the dark sky, the surrounding buildings also seemed a little blurred.

It seems to be an old neighborhood, with all the houses around it being filled with He-style wooden houses.

Shirakawa Kaede, who got out of the car, held the book "The Old Man and the Sea" and the prepared walkman in his hand, and looked around carefully.

Quiet and deep, the entire street is sparsely populated, and the fragments of lights sway in the night sky.

Unexpectedly, Tokyo still has such a prosperous place, and the impetuousness in Shirakawa Kaede standing here slowly settled down.

I looked at the title page in the book again, it was correct here.

Shirakawa Kaede approached the Washi residence in front of him and gently knocked on the wooden door.

Du~du~du~du

Waited for a few seconds, but there was no response.

He raised his hand and was about to knock it again.

Scream~

The paper sliding door in front of me suddenly moved a gap away, and then a plain hand was placed on the edge of the door and used a little force, and the half-open and half-closed wooden door was completely opened.

The figure inside finally showed his eyes, the lilac kimono, the white and elegant neck like a swan, the tied bun and the eyes flashing with their eyes.

"Matsusaka Sang" came to his senses and quickly owed.

"Please come in." There was a little implicit smile on Matsusaka Keiko's face.

"That's disturbing." Shirakawa Kaede who entered the entrance hall changed into the disposable slippers she handed over, and then stepped into the house.

It is indeed a very traditional wooden house. Most of the decorations are a bit gentle.

However, the living room was not as big as Shirakawa Kaede imagined, but was replaced by thick carpets.

"The busy president finally remembered what he had promised?"

Matsusaka Keiko glanced at what was in his hand and couldn't help but smile.

"I'm so sorry, I was rude." Shirakawa Kaede put the things in his hand on the table awkwardly.

It was indeed my own rudeness. After all, I didn’t do what I promised, and this is a fact.

"What do you want to drink? Black tea, coffee, or wine?"

Instead of tangling about this matter, Matsusaka Keiko went into the kitchen to prepare to serve some tea and entertain the guests.

"Just ordinary tea," Shirakawa Kaede looked around casually. This old house seemed to be a little old.

"This is where I lived when I was a child. Later, I moved away and grew up. Now I have turned around and bought it."

Keiko Matsusaka, who came out of the kitchen, saw Shirakawa Kaede looking at the residence, so she explained casually.

There was the soaked tea in the tray, and a cup was brought to Shirakawa Matsu and a cup was given to himself.

"Thank you" Shirakawa Kaede took the cup, "It turned out to be Matsusaka Sang's old residence. Although it has been a little longer, it is still very delicate and warm."

Keiko Matsusaka nodded quite approvingly, "Where can you find traces of time here, where there are childhood memories."

When I was a child, Shirakawa Kaede's mind was filled with pictures of Mid-Akita and somewhere in the Celestial Empire.

"Shankawa's childhood must be very happy." Her fair fingers gently stroked the wall of the cup, and her eyes gradually lost their focus, as if they were trapped in some kind of memory.

Her family is quite complicated, and her mother was sold to engage in customs and business when she was very young.

Later, I met a Korean who came to work in Japan, the biological father of Keiko Matsusaka.

So the two helpless people began to live together, and later there was Keiko Matsusaka.

Because her father was not from Japanese, she also worked as an illegal householder for a while.

Later, with the help of an acquaintance, he transferred to his mother's Japanese origin.

In that era, under such a family environment, her childhood was full of various flavors.

The ups and downs of bitterness, joys and sorrows, separations and reunions are all the same.

It was not until my father started business and gradually improved that his life became much better.

Seeing that she was trapped in memories, Shirakawa Kaede did not disturb her.

It was only under the light, at such a close distance that he discovered that there was a shallow mole under Keiko Matsusaka's red lips.

“It’s so delicate”

"Hey" Matsusaka Keiko suddenly came back to her senses, "What a delicate thing?"

"Here" Shirakawa Kaede pointed to his lower lip, "Somewhat~"

"Thank you" Matsusaka Keiko lowered her eyes and nodded with a smile.

I don’t know if it was Shirakawa Kaede’s illusion, but he always felt a little shy under her intellectual smile.

The flashing eyes are charming, and the white and tender skin is slightly pink. It is like the peach tips of a peach, or the ripe grapes.

The lowered eyes turned back again, but after meeting Shirakawa Kaede's gaze, he did not avoid it, and just looked directly at the other person with a generous look.

Those slightly sad eyes always inadvertently ripples in Shirakawa Kaede's heart.

The figures sway and the stars are twilight.

The chicks are singing, and the warm sun is rising.

Standing on the old street, Shirakawa Kaede scratched his head with a headache, then turned his head and glanced at the Washi wooden house behind him.

Forget it, let's talk about it later.

Open the door of Toyota Century and wait here for a night and start the car immediately.

"Go to Daejeon"

"Hai"

Half an hour later, Shirakawa Kaede had appeared in Shirakawa Electric's office.

"Has the guest arrived?" As soon as he sat down, Shirakawa Kaede raised his head and asked to Assistant Komatsu opposite him.

"Hay, just two minutes later, the president was very on time." Assistant Komatsu answered vigorously.

But I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but she always feels that the president seems a little tired.
To be continued...