Rebirth Tokyo 1986

Chapter 75: All confessions
I don’t know if it’s the bond between mother and child, or if the memories are integrated perfectly enough.

The moment Masato Takeshita saw his mother Asami Takeshita, all his tension and anxiety disappeared.

"Mom, is my sister back?"

"No, your sister and your brother-in-law called and said they would be home around the 5th."

My sister Ai Takeshita is already married. Not only does she have to take care of her mother, but she also has to take care of her own family and her husband. It is normal that we cannot have New Year's Eve dinner together.

"What about Dad, is he home?"

"No, you don't know him yet. Every time I have a day off I think about going fishing, but I don't know what's good to catch."

When my mother talks about her father, Shigeki Takeshita, she gets very angry. She can hardly see him during holidays.

Masato Takeshita felt something was wrong and quickly changed the subject, "Um, well, Mom. Please help me open the door. I'll drive in first so as not to delay other people's passage."

"okay!"

Hearing her son say this, Asami Takeshita reluctantly let go of him and turned to open the door of her garage.

After the car was put back in place, my mother came over again and asked, "Yaren, when did you buy the car?"

Masato Takeshita was too lazy to remember these trivial matters, and responded perfunctorily: "About a few months ago, not too long ago."

Then he continued, "Well, Mom, please help me open the door so I can move the New Year's goods into the house."

"Kid, why don't you just go home? Why buy New Year's goods? The things you mailed last time were too much for the two of us to finish, so we basically gave most of them to our neighbors."

"Such a waste."

Asami Takeshita had come through the difficult post-war period and lived a relatively frugal life. She felt very sorry for her son's extravagant spending.

"Well, I see."

Masato Takeshita understood his mother's thoughts very well, so he did not argue with her. He smiled and nodded, then took the supplies from the trunk and put them home.

"There are still more?"

When Asami Takeshita saw her son carrying down another large box, her brows furrowed even deeper.

This child is too stubborn and won't listen to anything you say.

"Three big boxes in total. One box of fruit, one box of seafood, and one box of meat and vegetables. Not much."

“Isn’t that enough?”

"Uh, okay."

Masato Takeshita sincerely felt that these things were not too much, and even if there were only the two old people, they could finish them in half a month.

"Humph, you kid just spend money recklessly."

"hey-hey."

This time, Masato Takeshita said nothing, but just smiled softly.

His principle is not to argue with his parents.

No matter whether you win or lose, there will be no good result in this kind of thing.

"Tell me, is finance really that profitable?"

"Of course, the bank stocks I bought have generally risen by more than 50% this year, so they are naturally very profitable."

As early as June this year, Masato Takeshita told his parents over the phone about how he made money from stock trading and job interviews.

This was also the key factor why his parents did not show strong opposition when he kept mailing things home in the second half of the year.

But it is obvious that mother Asami Takeshita is still a little dissatisfied.

She would rather her son save more money to deal with possible accidents instead of spending it lavishly.

"Mom, don't worry. The money I spent on shopping is not even a fraction of my income. Here, this is my retirement money for you and dad."

"Also, please keep this for me."

"This way, even if I go bankrupt one day, I can always make a comeback."

Masato Takeshita took out two checks, one of which was written with 1 million yen, which was the retirement money he gave to his parents.

The other one also had 1 million yen written on it, which was a way out for himself and also the money that would give his parents peace of mind. "This, this, is stock trading so profitable?"

Asami Takeshita didn't know much about checks, and she didn't know whether the two checks in front of her were real or fake.

But she believed in her child and believed that her son would not lie to her.

But it was this trust that made her even more uneasy.

Could he be doing some illegal business? Otherwise, how could an ordinary college student make so much money?
"Of course stock trading is very profitable. The Japanese stock market is doing so well right now. Anyone who knows a little bit about stocks can at least make more than twice their original investment."

"Of course, the main reason I can come up with so much money is that I opened a company."

Afterwards, Masato Takeshita told his mother the whole story of how he invented the trolley suitcase and how he was able to attract a large investment from Industrial Bank in exchange for 25% of the shares.

In fact, he had wanted to tell his parents about it a long time ago.

But it was really inconvenient to talk on the phone, so it was delayed until today.

"You said that the suitcases sold on TV were invented by you, and then you also acquired a company? In other words, son, you are the president now?"

Asami Takeshita was feeling dizzy at this moment and couldn't believe what her son said.

"Of course, look."

Masato Takeshita was well prepared and took out the patent invention certificate, Matsumoto Manufacturing's production and operation-related certificates, his own share certificate, etc.

“This, this, this?”

Just as the mother was in a daze, his father Shigeki Takeshita returned home with fishing gear.

"I am back!"

"You're back." Seeing her father coming back, the mother was like seeing a savior: "Old man, come and take a look, is this true?"

"What's not true?"

My father changed into slippers in an orderly manner and greeted Masato Takeshita first.

"You're back."

"Ok!"

Then he said to his wife, "Tell me what it is."

"The thing is like this..."

Masato Takeshita repeated to his father the story of starting his own company.

Now, Shigeki Takeshita was no longer calm.

He understood stock trading, as many people in his company had made money from it. Some even quit their jobs to trade stocks full-time.

Starting a company was a dream-like thing, and it was beyond his imagination.

My son is the president?
Shigeki Takeshita's mind was full of this matter, and he began to doubt his life.

But he soon calmed down a little, and then asked in a trembling voice: "In other words, not only did you make a lot of money this year through interviews and stock speculation, but you also owned a company with the patent for the trolley suitcase?"

"Yes."

"Good, good, good, you are worthy of being my seed."

Shigeki Takeshita was so happy at this moment that he trembled as he carefully checked various certificates and slapped his thighs excitedly.

Thanks to God, the Takeshita family finally made progress.

After my father's interruption, my mother finally calmed down.

He rolled his eyes at his husband and said, "Don't be so rude and harsh, you bastard."

"Hey, isn't this fun?"

"Not even being happy."

"Well, okay, it's up to you."

Shigeki Takeshita nodded and smiled in response to his beloved wife.

(End of this chapter)