Kitahara Sosuke, who clocked in early to get off work, was in a good mood. He walked to the parking lot while humming a tune, only to see a tall figure standing next to his Lexus LS400. He looked anxiously and looked towards the bank lobby from time to time.
"Yamada-kun?" Kitahara Sosuke walked over and said hello. Thanks to his help in the last Asahi community incident, the pile of Yakuza was easily settled. For this Yakuza who knows the current affairs and knows the rules, Kitahara Sosuke is still very kind.
Have a favorable impression.
Yamada Kazuma recently helped him monitor Inoue Momo's every move. Is there something wrong with Inoue Momo?
"Mr. Kitahara! Did you get off work early?" Yamada Kazuma bowed quickly when he saw him, and walked two steps at a time, "I was still wondering if I should go in to find you."
"Is there something wrong with Inoue Momo?" Kitahara Sosuke patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to get in the car.
"No...not really." Kazuma Yamada was a little flustered. He took a deep breath before continuing, "Miss Inoue Momo will bring President Inoue Hiko to visit you today. I, I'm here. In addition to reporting this
In addition to giving you something, I also want to ask you to do me a favor."
"Today, it seems that the situation of Inoue Logistics has been very bad." Kitahara Sosuke's lips slightly raised. This was faster than he expected. The woman seemed to be doing a good job.
On the other hand, Kazuma Yamada, this man always gave him the feeling of being unmoving. What could have made him so panicked?
"What's the deal?" He didn't agree in a hurry.
Kazuma Yamada glanced at the luxury car beside him and scratched his head: "Mr. Kitahara, can you lend me your car?"
"Oh, such a small thing, of course." Kitahara Sosuke laughed, took out the car keys from his pocket and threw them to him, "Where are you going?"
"I'm planning to go to Hokkaido." Yamada Kazuma hesitated and said truthfully, "Don't worry, Mr. Kitahara, I will pay for the gas myself!"
"Hokkaido? Isn't it faster to fly?" Kitahara Sosuke was stunned for a moment, why did he suddenly plan to run to such a far away place? At this time, it is not the vacation season.
"It's about the Holy Son. She seems to live in the countryside." Yamada Kazuma simply said the news he got from Irie Masa.
The angry Yamada Yo found Onodera Seiko who had fled to live in Hokkaido. He would probably send some Yakuza to cause trouble. Yamada Kazuma, who was worried, decided to go there in person to bring Onodera Seiko back.
The distance from Osaka to Hokkaido is almost 750 kilometers, and it takes eight hours to drive. He was preparing to run overnight to save people.
"Sorry, Mr. Kitahara, I can't help you monitor Inoue Momo until I come back!" Yamada Kazuma bowed ninety degrees again, his face full of guilt.
"It doesn't matter, you can go ahead." Kitahara Sosuke waved his hand, "I still have about a few million yen in cash in the car. If you want to use it, you can just use it first."
"This, this..." Kazuma Yamada looked grateful. In fact, he borrowed the money he used to pay for gas. He was planning to eat bread these days.
"Go quickly, there's no need to send me off." Kitahara Sosuke patted him heavily on the shoulder, "When you show your manliness, you must not be timid!"
"Yes!" Kazuma Yamada squeezed the car key, bowed again, and got into the driver's seat.
Kitahara Sosuke bought a pack of Marlboros at a roadside shop and smoked while walking back to his apartment. On both sides of the road, there were some female high school students chatting and laughing in groups, seemingly discussing where to go on vacation during the New Year.
During this period, female students had no money in their pockets, so they relied entirely on men who ran errands and paid bills. If they wanted to make large purchases or travel abroad, they needed to go to special clubs to participate in YZ socializing.
The people he socializes with are often men like Kitahara Sosuke who are successful in their careers, rich and powerful.
This has formed a unique culture, where everyone understands each other and takes what they need.
Those special clubs located in the core of Osaka's entertainment area often send public relations managers to door-to-door sales. Bank employees are their most recognized VIP users. Small cards similar to artist ID badges are often stuffed on the handlebars of Kitahara Sosuke's cars.
After the bubble burst, this culture became more rampant, but the number of financial backers decreased. After several evolutions, some of the former special clubs began to set up entertainment clubs and make some underground idols famous.
In an era of low consumption and low desire, this cheap spiritual sustenance has become an emerging industry.
You can consider investing in an entertainment company in the future, Kitahara Sosuke thought, and then he found that several female high school students were secretly looking at him.
In this era, they still wore long skirts and had a childish look on their faces. After chattering for a while, one of them quickly ran to Kitahara Sosuke, blushed and handed over a small card, and then ran away again.
It's open.
Was Kitahara Sosuke scared? Are all female high school students so open-minded nowadays? He glanced at the name above - Uraike Noriko, who studied at Osaka Girls' High School, and her measurements...
After a chuckle, he stuffed the small card into his jacket pocket and continued walking towards the apartment.
When I got home, before I could sit down, I heard my mobile phone ringing suddenly.
"Moxi moxi."
"Is it Sosuke?" came the voice of a middle-aged man on the other side.
"Who are you?" Due to the poor quality of the phone call, he did not recognize the identity of the other party. Anyway, it was not Masao Kitahara.
"It's me, Uncle Kishimoto." Masaaki Kishimoto lowered his voice, "Aosuke, you don't blame uncle for the suspension of work and pay, right?"
"How could it be? It's just a suspension of work and pay. I'm already very grateful." Kitahara Sosuke shook his head, but he was sneering in his heart.
His punishment was personally approved by Kishimoto Masaaki. There was no intention on his part, and Kitahara Sosuke didn't believe it.
For failing to mess up the business, someone has to take the blame and give an explanation to the big boss who doesn't want Naoto Asano to come to power.
Kishimoto Masaaki pushed him out just to block the knife.
"That's good, I'm calling you this time mainly because I want to talk to Sosuke." Masaaki Kishimoto's voice lowered again, "Today, Naoto Asano submitted an application to the Human Resources Department of the head office. He requested
A senior investigator from the head office came to Osaka to investigate your business situation, Aosuke, you have to be careful yourself, if it doesn't work, just give up that plan."
Kitahara Sosuke's heart trembled. The knife stabbed in the back was faster than he expected.
Is Naoto Asano planning to directly destroy him?
"Thank you, Uncle Kishimoto."
After hanging up the phone, Kitahara Sosuke looked solemn, hesitated for a moment, and still did not call Kitahara Masao.
The fact that Asano Naoto made such a big noise shows that he is certain to deal with him. Naturally, Kitahara Masao will have a headache in that aspect, and it is not a level that he can deal with at the moment.
He lay on the sofa and rested for a while, thinking about what other high-tech manufacturing industries he had missed.
I don’t know how much time passed before the doorbell rang.
Kitahara Sosuke went over and opened the door, and found Inoue Momo in heavy makeup and Inoue Hiko with a worried look on his face, and welcomed them in.
"Please sit down, please. Do you want some barley tea or coffee?" Kitahara Sosuke opened the refrigerator door, but he heard Inoue Hiko's almost collapsed voice coming from the living room.
"Department Chief Kitahara, you, you have been suspended?"