Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 889 Uninvited Guest

Wearing a cool white dress and obviously naked, Miduko knelt beside the beige leather sofa in a seductive posture, massaging Li Jiankun's legs with her little pink fists.

I’ve been walking too much these past few days.

Either at the land auction meeting or on the way to the land auction meeting.

Li Jiankun did not refuse her service, but just now she touched a place she shouldn't touch with her little hands and was scolded by Li Jiankun. Now her big eyes were misty and looked pitiful.

At this time, Mei Duzi had the same thoughts as the beauties around Li Jiankun in the early stages of meeting him:

Does he dislike women?
Originally, when the master came to Kyoto this time, he only brought her as a woman and left the woman named Ran Zi in Tokyo. Midoko was also overjoyed and felt that good things were about to happen.

Before leaving, she purchased many beautiful clothes, including sexy underwear...

However, no matter how late she knocked on the door and hung out, no matter how charming she dressed, she never got what she wanted.

Li Jiankun didn't bring Ran Zi with him purely because it would be useless. She didn't speak Japanese, so she would be better able to handle her work if she stayed in a quiet environment in Tokyo.

So he simply lay back on the sofa and looked at the ceiling.

For these days, it is a very advanced commercial real estate project.

There are also entertainment facilities such as ice rinks, ski resorts, and tennis courts nearby.

He walked to the front of the sofa. After seeing the ceremony, he bowed and asked.

"Miss Kudo." He bowed.

Meiduzi knew that he had a fiancée and had met Miss Shen, so there was no need for any explanation.

In order to cooperate with today's reporter's interview, Manager Sun has been given a new title with no title -

It’s time to say it or not, Japanese benzo girl really knows how to play.

"Promote yourself and make people think you are worthy of investment. Promote Lao Sun and let people understand that he is not just the person in charge of a branch in Japan." Li Jiankun said.

When Tsuruta Nakamura came over, he had serious business and didn't want to pay attention to anything else:
"A group of reporters are downstairs. Do you have any other instructions?"

After she got up from the carpet, the skirt behind her was still above her waist, with a small white T-string underneath...

Midoko got up from the ground and turned to open the door.

Vice President of Particle Syndication.

In the words of later generations, it has become a hot search topic.

After Tsuruta Nakamura expressed his understanding, he bowed and resigned.

If left unchecked, there is a high probability that it will ferment further.

No need to take responsibility yet...

The square face of Tsuruda Nakamura appeared outside the door.

The hotel is called "Prince", and the entertainment facilities next to it are centered around it.

This goes well beyond the capabilities of the well house itself.

Midoko smiled sweetly, made a gesture of invitation, and stepped aside.

Mei Duzi was a little annoyed, so he pretended not to hear, and deliberately twisted his butt to open the door.

But it's obvious that she doesn't care at all, and she doesn't expect any fame, which is... very funny.

It is actually a leisure and entertainment complex.

"Skirt, skirt." Li Jiankun reminded with wide eyes.

Although it is no secret that Tsuruta Nakamura and the boss of the Japanese branch of Minato Overseas Trust Bank are married, people still think it is incredible that Ai House can get so much money.

In the same country, telephone communication is also convenient.

That's it.

Midoko sent him out. After the door was closed, the skirt on her back had not yet been put down...

This is one of the few modern high-end hotels in Kyoto.

At present, Arii House Co., Ltd. has bid for many land parcels in Kyoto's large-scale development.

It made him feel evil.

The reason why I brought Midoko here was precisely because she graduated from Waseda University and was fluent in English and Japanese. She could make up for Tsuruta Nakamura's shortcomings and was trustworthy.

The total amount exceeds 100 billion yen.

Li Jiankun got up and ran away, returned to the bedroom, locked the door, then went to the window, lit a cigarette and took a few deep puffs, overlooking the garden-like landscape downstairs to distract himself...

On the sofa, Li Jiankun touched his mouth with his hand, actually wanting to cover it. As long as Tsuruta Nakamura glanced sideways, he could see...

To be honest, Li Jiankun had the urge to knock her down. After all, we are also normal men. We can see the abyss with our lower eyes. Whoever looks at this scene is not confused...

After careful consideration, Li Jiankun decided to let Tsuruta Nakamura accept an interview with the media to cool down the heat on this matter.

"Ding dong!"

Now the outside world has everything they say.

The doorbell rings.

The boss is the same person.

This person has countless such business projects under his name.

He was the richest man in the world in the 1980s.

Yes, world. At least on the surface.

His name is Tsutsumi Yoshiaki.

……

……

In the lobby on the first floor.

As soon as Tsuruta Nakamura showed up with his assistant and others, he was surrounded by a group of reporters who had long wanted to interview him.

"Okay, okay, please don't worry, I will answer your questions one by one."

Tsuruta Nakamura raised his hand and suppressed it to control the situation.

"Mr. Tsuruta, how much credit line did you obtain from International Trust Bank?"

"Miss, I really can't answer your question. Everyone knows that Aoi House is acquiring a large amount of land and wants to show off its power in Kyoto. The answer you want is my trump card. You understand what I mean."

The female reporter who asked the question smiled and said it was right.

"Mr. Tsuruta, according to your tone, Ariei House will participate in land acquisition in the future. Let's not mention the latter. As of now, Ariei House's land acquisition funds have exceeded 100 billion. With all due respect, your club It’s not worth so much money, is that reasonable?”

"What do you mean by reasonable? I don't deserve it?"

Tsuruta Nakamura raised his chin: "It is true that the scale of Arii House is limited, but if you know the real estate industry, you should know that except for the natural and man-made disaster last year, Arii House has no precedent of losing money in real estate investment projects."

He said proudly: "In more than ten years, there are only a few real estate companies in the country that can achieve this level of success.

"You may think that I, Tsuruta Nakamura, am nothing, but some people appreciate my business abilities and are willing to invest in me."

"You mean your in-laws?" another reporter asked.

"That's right..."

"But he is just the general manager of a branch. He gave such a large loan to a company with limited assets. Isn't it suspected of violating the rules?" Before Tsuruta Nakamura could finish his words, a reporter interrupted him.

"No, you don't know anything about my in-laws. He is not just the head of a branch. He is the vice president of a multinational banking group, and he is also in charge of the affairs in Japan."

"I see……"

Tsuruta Nakamura continued: "However, I want to lodge a solemn protest with you, this journalist friend who just said that my in-laws are suspected of violating the rules!"

He scowled.

"In the future, I don't want anyone to say such things without real evidence. This is suspected of slandering my family! Otherwise, my family and I have the right to use the law to defend our reputation!"

The reporter who looked at him angrily shivered in fright and subconsciously slipped back.

Although journalists are the uncrowned kings.

But the newly minted real estate tycoon in front of him is no ordinary person.

"What I want to say is," Tsuruta Nakamura looked around, "the loan credit for houses with wells does not come from the decision of my in-laws alone. It does not mean that he can lend me as much money as he wants."

"Mr. Tsuruta, so you and your company are actually under financial pressure?"

"Of course, I'm under a lot of pressure. What you don't know is that I now have to spend at least two hours every day to convince investors and get more support..."

……

……

It was evening.

In the hotel suite, there were only Li Jiankun and the Fugui brothers.

The Fugui brothers have recently become obsessed with games from their childhood and bought a Nintendo Famicom. Now they are sitting on the carpet in front of the TV in the living room, holding the controller and playing with gusto.

Super Mario's brainwashing music surrounds the entire living room.

Li Jiankun was lying lazily on the sofa, holding a newspaper in his hand.

Tsuruta Nakamura's performance was good, and the outside world's doubts were answered fairly clearly. The issue of financing for houses with wells has obviously dropped.

This is an English version of the newspaper.

There is a news headline above, which when translated means——

"Tomorrow's battle for the King of Earth, the dark horse "Arui" may not be able to make a difference, and Tsuruta has expressed great financial pressure."

"Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang three times in a row.

There was a sense of urgency.

Zhang Fu put down the game controller and rushed over to open the door.

Midoko flashed into the room. This was probably the most tightly dressed night since she checked into the Prince Hotel.

"Master, several people have entered Nakamura's guest room, and they don't look like good people!"

"Oh?"

Li Jiankun jumped down from the sofa and took the Fugui brothers to the door of Zhongcun's guest room.

Stopped.

The door was open, and there was a sound coming from inside.

Without any instructions, Midoko began to translate.

At this time, there were several uninvited guests in the guest room of Tsuruta Nakamura. The first one looked kind at first glance and was wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"Tsuruda-kun, I came here with good intentions. There is no need to keep a straight face. I forgot who helped you when you couldn't pay your employees' wages earlier?"

"Help? When you forced me to pay back the money, you were crueler than anyone else. I painted the walls of my house four times and still couldn't cover up the red paint!"

...

Meiduzi suddenly stopped translating and whispered: "Master, I know who this person is."

"Who?" Li Jiankun was confused, sounding like a second-rate loan shark.

Most likely, Tsuruta Nakamura had a previous business failure and when he was on the verge of bankruptcy, he was desperate and borrowed money from the other party, thus forming a relationship.

However, Lao Sun personally helped deal with all the debts owed by Tsuruta Nakamura, and they have been paid off long ago.

However, Midoko's expression and tone indicated that the other party's identity might be more than that.

"Tasuo Takei, the biggest loan shark in Japan, owns a company called Takei Fuji."

guess what?

This man Li Jiankun knows.

It’s not surprising that Japan’s richest man knows this.

In his previous life, in the 1990s, this man surpassed Masayoshi Son in wealth and became the richest man in Japan.

Takei Yasuo only does one business - lending.

The richest man in Japan who relied on loans.

This is why in later generations, all companies with some strength want to do the loan business. There are so many different lending platforms, and even some apps that have nothing to do with loans basically have a lending window.

Because this thing is really profitable.

Boom!

Something smashed.

Tsuruda Nakamura's angry shouts came from the guest room: "Get out!"

"Hmph, you treat your kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs, let's go!"

Several people walked out of the house angrily, very quickly, and bumped into the four Li Jiankun who were standing in the corridor.

The leader, Takei Yasuo, glanced at Midoko who was standing on tiptoes as a translator, then glanced at the two twin bodyguards, and finally his eyes were fixed on Li Jiankun.

Li Jiankun moved a step to the side.

It seems to be getting out of the way, but in fact it is breaking the picture centered on him.

He and Tsuruta Nakamura have attended many local auctions. In the eyes of the outside world, he has always been an unimportant follower.

(End of this chapter)