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Chapter 31 The challenge of risking everything!

8 p.m., Sakura Shrine, Chiyoda District, Tokyo.

As the signature property of the Hashimoto family, Sakura Shrine is a chain throughout Japan. It is an exclusive and secret private izakaya used by members of the Hashimoto family and related factions to entertain guests.

Nowadays, the national economic situation is very sluggish, but the Sakura Shrine is full of people, and there is no sign of decadence at all.

This also made Kitahara Sosuke realize that the so-called economic crisis really cannot affect the top class of society until it reaches a certain level.

It really corresponded to a sentence he had read in the textbook before -

When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer.

As the lowest level of the people, they do not even have the right to survive, and have no choice. They have no choice but to move slowly with the torrent of the times, and are finally submerged in the dust of history.

Kitano Ran, who changed into a bright red off-shoulder evening dress, has an elegant temperament and a tall figure. Standing next to the equally slender Kitahara Sosuke, just holding his arm, she has an indescribable aura of a lady.

The two of them were like golden boys and girls. When they walked into the Sakura Shrine, they instantly overshadowed the other guests. The maids in the shrine avoided them one after another, not daring to compete with Kitano Orchid, a beautiful rose.

Several congressmen booked the Amaterasu box on the top floor. The environment was elegant, charming and antique. Since there were several female guests present, they did not need to find any Japanese maids to accompany them.

Kithara Sosuke and Kitano Ran walked into the door, and a refreshing fragrance hit their nostrils. He took a look at the decoration inside. Good guy, it is obviously a private room with a strong Japanese style. It must be like a Western party, with Western food and a dress suit.

, really nondescript.

But this is also the current situation among Japan’s top leaders.

They were rich and powerful, but they did not break away from their father's control. They worshiped Westerners at heart and wanted to learn the so-called elegance of Westerners. More than ten years later, the rabbits next door rose to prominence, and many people began to learn Confucianism and Chinese culture.

Ancient Chinese culture is really the deep-rooted thinking of Mu Qiang, which is difficult to change.

How can a nation become strong if it is not confident enough in its own culture?

Hopeless.

Kitahara Sosuke thought so in his mind, and smiled and said hello to a council member.

Kitano Lan let go of his arm and walked naturally towards the group of ladies dressed in fashionable clothes. With her skill and ability, it was easy to chat up and communicate with these so-called young women who stayed at home.

Kitahara Sosuke was not worried. He went to the table and asked the waiter for a glass of wine. Then he picked up the dinner plate and started choosing food.

He always treats his stomach well, and when he comes to a place like this where the ingredients are excellent, he can't let himself be wronged unless he eats enough.

"Haha, Aosuke, long time no see, how are you doing?" The person who came up was Uchida Hiroshi, the president of Nissho Iwai. His two daughters, Uchida Ryoko, have married Hashimoto Shota, and the younger daughter Uchida Shizuko will all be together after the divorce.

The property has been invested in Kitahara Investment, and now the relationship with Kitahara Sosuke seems to be very ambiguous.

He himself also had many business exchanges with Kitahara Sosuke, and he was considered a very close old friend.

"Uncle Uchida, long time no see." Kitahara Sosuke clinked glasses with him, and people from the Sanwa Consortium also came, which was a bit beyond his expectation.

After all, the closest friends to the Kitahara clan are Tosan and the Fuji Foundation behind the Prime Minister's Cabinet.

After the Sanwa Foundation was tricked several times, it gradually distanced itself from Kitahara Sosuke and adopted an attitude of neither closeness nor hostility. The Sumitomo Foundation must be on the opposite side of him. The Mitsui Foundation has cooperation and competition, but the only exchange and comparison is with the Kanyin Foundation.

few.

As for the Mitsubishi Consortium, after Mitsubishi Heavy Industries was absorbed into Kitahara Heavy Industries, the relationship between Kitahara Sosuke and them was quite tense.

If the relationship chain between Dongsan is broken, there is a high possibility that they will become hostile parties.

Every time the Sanwa Consortium, which likes to take risks but always suffers losses, appears, Kitahara Sosuke knows that something interesting will happen.

The two chatted in low voices for a while, expressing their respective views on the current economic situation.

Kitahara Sosuke remembers that during the subsequent wave of major mergers in the banking industry, Sanwa Bank, in order to save itself, forcibly acquired Tokyo Trust Bank and Tokai Bank and established UFJ Bank. This probably happened in the past year or two.

However, now that Tokyo Trust has been eaten by Kitahara Sosuke, UFJ's size should decline a bit, and UFJ's competition with Tosan will inevitably be at a disadvantage in the future.

Everything is according to Kitahara Sosuke's plan.

While the two were chatting, the white-haired Noboru Takeshita came over with a cane.

This old man who has experienced several generations of turmoil has a calm and powerful temperament. Like the deceased Qian Yelong, he is an older generation who has been strong from the previous era to the present.

But now, there was a trace of turbidity in his eyes.

After all, I am old.

"Your Excellency Takeshita." The two stopped communicating and greeted the old man.

"Yes." Noboru Takeshita nodded slightly in return, then fixed his gaze on Kitahara Sosuke's face and looked up at him, as if he was looking for something from him.

Kitahara Sosuke kept smiling and just stood looking at him, just like when they first met him at Gekko Manor.

"Okay, okay, okay."

I blurted out three words in a row.

"Miyazawa, come!" Noboru Takeshita suddenly shouted.

Miyazawa Kiichi, who also had gray hair, walked over with the support of his granddaughter Kaoru Miyazawa.

He is taller than Takeshita Dengo, but he is still quite small compared to Kitahara Sosuke.

Kitahara Sosuke, who is 1.8 meters tall, is an obvious anomaly among the generally short Japanese.

"We met again." Noboru Takeshita looked at them and smiled.

None of them spoke, just looked at Takeshita Nobori.

Kitahara Sosuke knew that the old man had something to say, so he stood with bated breath and waited quietly.

"Aosuke, I have been losing since I met you." Takeshita Noboru suddenly broke the silence, "I am different from that old stubborn Chino Ryu. I will not be so stubborn that I think I will not be overtaken by young people. You win.

For me, if I win, I win, there’s nothing to say.”

"Your Excellency Takeshita is overly praised. It's just good luck." Kitahara Sosuke waved his hand.

I'm just lucky enough to beat you every time.

"Haha, good luck?" Noboru Takeshita smiled and shook his head, then pressed the crutch in his hand hard, "Kitahara Sosuke! I challenge you in the name of the head of the Takeshita family, do you dare to follow?"

In an instant, the whole place was shocked and there was a dead silence.

"What are you afraid of?" Kitahara Sosuke looked at him, still smiling.

Although this old man is not as stubborn as Qian Yelong, he has the same competitive spirit.

"I know a good business opportunity, and I want to see how much money we can each make by spending everything we have. How about the losing party losing all its assets to the other party?"

All assets?

This is a stud!

Kithara Sosuke also stopped smiling, then looked at him and suddenly smiled again.

"OK."


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