Author: quiet thoughts

HAL was established in February 1980 and was acquired by Hongchuan Maple in May.

That means that Tanimura and Hongkawa Kaede have known each other for three years, and he has also served the latter at HAL for three years.

Come to think of it, Benikawa Electric was not just an inconspicuous small club, and HAL was living outside a small room in an apartment in Shinjuku.

At that time, Hongchuan Feng was relatively wealthy, while Tanimura was even poorer and could hardly afford to pay the rent.

Now, the market value of Hongchuan Electric has exceeded 3.5 trillion yuan per month, which is infinitely close to the top ten.

HAL has become Neon's leading software company, and its office space has been replaced by an entire office building in Qiuye.

The club has developed rapidly, and of course people have changed a lot.

Hearing Hongchuan Kaede's question, Tanimura moved his lips and said, "Benikawa-san, I'm sorry."

Hongchuan Feng shook his head, looking disappointed, "Don't I have anything to explain at all?"

"He, he. He can't do anything, Hongchuan-san~" Tanimura opened his mouth and suddenly burst into tears.

"Really, please believe him, Hongchuan-san, just this once." He raised his index finger and swore, "He will never dare to do it again. Please forgive him once."

"Why?" Hong Chuanfeng still looked at him expressionlessly.

"Because. Because" Tanimura's eyes were filled with tears and runny nose, and his expression showed indescribable regret, "Because we all lost, woo woo~"

At the beginning, Tanimura fell to his knees and started crying.

"A loss?" Hongchuan Feng raised his eyebrows.

"The stock market~lost~wuwuwu~" As if remembering the sad past, Tanimura cried and hung on the floor in regret.

A flash of sudden realization passed through Hongchuan Feng's eyes, and he could probably guess what had happened.

"How much did we lose?" Of the 200 million yuan in monthly development funds, I don't know how much is left.

"All wow~" Tanimura cried even more sadly.

"Everyone?!" Hongchuan Feng stood up in disbelief.

Damn it, I really don’t feel bad for selling my father’s land.

All in all, I have given away all of my 300 million yuan.

It’s only 1983, do you know what 300 million yuan means?

300 million yuan per month can be exchanged for 1.2 million US dollars, which can buy a 30-mile mid-range Ferrari and a 480-square-meter ultra-luxury villa in the center of New York City.

Now all that money has been thrown into the stock market, without even a splash.

Hong Chuanfeng was so angry, wasn't my money money?

"All his savings, all his savings in the past three years, have been lost~"

Just when Hongchuan Feng couldn't help but have an attack, Tanimura was kneeling on the ground, crying and feeling regretful.

Huh? Did he lose all his personal savings?

"How much funding is left for the development of handheld consoles?" Hongchuan Feng asked calmly.

"Very, very much, about more than one hundred million." Tanimura, who was crying, answered honestly.

He didn't dare to hide that aspect. If he didn't tell the truth and was found out later, he would have to use a sewing machine.

Moreover, the amount of money involved in corruption is also related to the sentencing.

Obviously three hundred million and more than one hundred million are completely different concepts, and he also hoped that this could calm down some of Hongchuan Feng's anger.

Hearing that there was a surplus of more than 100 million, Hongchuan Feng finally felt much better.

What happened in Bu Nao certainly made him furious.

How audacious!

The head of a club colluded with the finance minister and quietly removed a huge sum of 300 million yuan from the club's accounts.

On a whim, I asked someone to check the accounts in advance. I didn't know what holes would be waiting for me behind.

"Tanimura, don't say he is unkind. If something like that happened, I know what to do, right?"

Although he is considered a veteran figure, Hong Chuanfeng will definitely not let him go lightly because of this.

The trick of bowing and apologizing doesn't work in front of him.

"Benikawa-san~Benikawa-san~" Tanimura scholar Yamamoto said, kneeling down and moving to his feet.

"Please give him another chance, he will never make a mistake again.

You remove him from the position of president, no, he resigns voluntarily! He will give up the position of president to Iwata-san.

That’s right, Iwata-san! Benikawa-san, you are the most optimistic about him, aren’t you?”

As if grasping a life-saving straw, Tanimura banged his head and lay on the ground while repenting desperately.

He knew that with Hongchuan Feng Ruming's status, it would be too easy to deal with him.

Now he just hopes that Hongchuan Feng will bypass him for the sake of the past.

After all, even if there is no credit, he still has hard work.

Did Tanimura also have a hand in HAL's development of handheld devices?

So will Hongchuan Feng spare him?

"Tanimura" Hongchuan Kaede sighed softly, "Do I know what kind of person he likes best?"

Tanimura raised his eyes slightly, and after seeing Hongchuan Feng's expressionless face, his heart skipped a beat.

“He likes to deceive people the most, especially those who deceive others about R&D funding.

Whether R&D is the core investment to ensure the company’s competitiveness, if it is touched, it will be damaging to the foundation of HAL.”

"Hongchuan Feng~" Tanimura raised his head and wanted to plead. After seeing Hongchuan Feng's cold expression, Tanimura suddenly became too scared to speak.

"Give me two choices." Hongchuan Feng's face in the conference room was dark and unclear.

“First, HAL reported the case to the Metropolitan Police Department, and a third-party accounting firm intervened to thoroughly investigate all accounts.

Everything turned out to be in accordance with procedures and business was done in an official manner."

"Hongchuan-san~!" Tanimura's expression changed drastically.

"Two, sign that agreement. From now on, I will no longer have anything to do with HAL.

As for the position of president, I will take the blame and resign on my own initiative, and HAL will no longer pursue my misappropriation of public funds."

As Hongchuan Feng said, he tilted his head to his side, and Oda immediately handed over a prepared document.

Tanimura's expression changed drastically just after he took a look at the original document.

"Choose one of the two, I'll decide on my own.

Remind me, if it weren’t for the sake of the past, I wouldn’t even have a chance to choose.”

There was no chance to choose. The thought just flashed through Tanimura's mind, and then he couldn't help but tremble.

If it's business, then there's a high probability that you'll choose No. 1.

According to Neon's criminal law, the amount of funds used by Tanimura was enough to be sentenced to more than fifteen years, and he was required to pay a large fine.

But no choice 2. Tanimura looked at the document in his lap.

Voluntarily gave up its HAL shares, totaling 1.8%.

As compensation, HAL will pay him a transfer fee of 200,000 yuan per month.

If you are successful, you can take 200,000 yuan per month to buy the original 1.8% stake in Tanimura.

200,000 yuan. Tanimura felt angry and helpless.

Calculated based on HAL Ruming's profitability, let alone 200,000 yuan per month, if not 1 billion, 2 billion yuan per month is considered an underestimation.

Last year alone, Tanimura received a dividend of nearly 100 million yuan for its small shareholding.

Suddenly, when he saw the words 200,000 yuan, he felt very unhappy.

Is it a golden mountain? If you sign it, it means you will have nothing in the future.

"Benikawa-san" Tanimura continued to pray and looked at the motionless Benikawa Kaede walking there.

However, he was destined to be disappointed. Hongchuan Feng was absolutely wrong and could not forgive that kind of behavior.

When I was squandering public funds with my big legs and feet, why didn't I think about tomorrow?

Tanimura, who was heartbroken, lowered his head and began to fight between heaven and man in his heart.

While avoiding more than ten years of imprisonment, he also avoided billions of dollars in losses.

After thinking again and again, Tanimura picked up the pen, gritted his teeth and signed the document.

Although money is good, you also have to spend it with your life.

After more than ten years in prison, who knows whether he will live to see that day.
To be continued...