Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk

Chapter 117 Investigate Who This Person Is [Fourth Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets]

After the call ended, Masakazu Yamada stood there, closed his eyes for a full two seconds, and then slowly put the receiver back.

In the small conference room, Chihaya Yuri put down her pen.

Yusuke Hashimoto also raised his head.

Masakazu Yamada turned around, his face showing a hint of exhaustion for the first time, yet also an undeniable sense of relief.

"It's been approved by the Matsumoto branch manager."

He let out a long breath.

"Prepare a written report tonight and submit it to the store tomorrow morning."

"As long as the materials are of high quality, this 800 million won't turn into an early accident that affects the entire course."

When the news reached the outside office area, there was a moment of silence.

Immediately afterwards—

Almost everyone cheered.

Yuka Nakamura was the first to lose her temper, covering her mouth with both hands and her eyes instantly reddening.

She was secretly crying in the printing room that morning, worried that her promotion was hopeless and that her file would be stamped with "enrolled in the Accident Division".

The seal.

But now, that weight on my chest has been lifted away in an instant.

"That's great! That's great!"

Her voice trembled as she repeated the same sentence over and over.

Section Chief Wakako Kishiwa leaned against her workstation, arms crossed, a slight smile playing on her lips, but her expression remained nonchalant: "Alright, alright, it hasn't been officially recovered yet, don't rush to cry. You can cry after the money is actually in the bank account."

But when she said this, her tone clearly carried a smile.

Yusuke Hashimoto stood at the door of the small conference room, a rare smile appearing on his usually indifferent face.

He turned to look at Masakazu Yamada and whispered, "Section Chief, you really escaped with your life this time."

Masakazu Yamada gave a wry smile, without denying it.

"yes."

He raised his hand and rubbed his neck, which ached from working non-stop, his voice filled with relief at surviving a close call.

"We almost ended up being blamed for the early incidents."

Kenta Sasaki sat in a chair against the wall, leaning back and staring at the ceiling, muttering to himself, "Am I dreaming? Ten billion—no, eight hundred million—and I got it all back just like that?"

Arima Kishou stood beside him, adjusted his glasses, and said in his usual calm tone, "We haven't recovered it yet. We just have the evidence chain complete, and we still need to go through the asset disposal process."

"Could you please not dampen everyone's spirits when they're having the best time?"

"This isn't about pouring cold water on things; it's about stating the facts."

"You're such a boring person—"

Kenta Sasaki complained, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Although he hasn't officially joined the financing review class yet, it's quite an accomplishment to be able to solve a problem for the future classroom.

Of course, he didn't put in much effort himself.

Everyone laughed.

Even Chihaya Yuri couldn't help but smile slightly, but she quickly closed her mouth again.

She looked down at the written confession of Kajiwara Masazo on the table, twirled the pen between her fingers, and then looked up at Yamada Masakazu.

"Section Chief, I'll write the report. I'll give it to you by 7 a.m. tomorrow."

Masakazu Yamada glanced at her.

"Aren't you planning to sleep tonight?"

"It's the same whether you sleep or not."

Chihaya Yuri's tone was calm: "We just got the stuff. Before Kajiwara goes back on his word, we'll write up the confession, the asset list, and the disposal recommendations into official documents."

I'll mention this store first thing tomorrow morning, so there's no room for anyone to find fault.

Masakazu Yamada was silent for two seconds, then nodded.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"It's my duty."

After finishing her sentence, Chihaya Yuri lowered her head, opened a new sheet of paper, and began to write the framework for her report.

We've managed to avoid the hurdle of the financing review process for now.

Meanwhile.

Osaka National Tax Bureau, Otemae Contract Office, third floor, temporary operations room.

Say it again.

Hanayama-in Taki stood in front of the table, his face gloomy.

The young administrative officer standing opposite him was covered in cold sweat and said tremblingly, "Mitsubishi Bank has a lead that they've already taken Kajiwara Shozo into custody—I heard that all of Kajiwara Shozo's asset documents are kept in lockers at the Rokko Golf Club—"

"Bang!"

Hanayama-in Taki slammed his fist on the table in anger, then looked up and said, "So, in other words, after all this time, the National Taxation Bureau not only got there first, but also ended up with nothing but scraps?"

The officer's face paled: "Investigator Hanayama, we have done our best."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, Hanayama-in Taki's right hand shot out and grabbed the other man's crotch tightly through his suit pants.

"Ugh—!!!"

The young officer's eyes widened instantly, his whole body arched like a shrimp, his face turned from white to green in a second, and his knees buckled.

The other investigators in the room all gasped, but none of them dared to move.

Hanayama Inaki tightened his grip with his five fingers, yet his face still wore that almost elegant, cold smile: "Trying my best?"

"Don't tell me about the process, I only want the result."

"Does the government support you so you can wear suits, receive public funds, and ride in taxis?"

The officer was in so much pain that tears were welling up in his eyes, and his voice trembled: "I'm so sorry—Investigator Hanayama-in—I was wrong—"

"Wrong?"

Kayama-in Taki leaned down, staring at his pale face, his voice extremely low: "The best thing about trash like you is saying sorry afterward."

As he spoke, he pinched her hard again.

"Aaaaaah!!"

This caused even the older administrative officer next to him to subconsciously look away.

Too cruel.

After a few seconds, Hanayama-in Taki released his grip and slowly adjusted his cuffs.

Hanayama-in Taki turned around, walked back to the table, and sighed slowly, "There are some experts in Mitsubishi Bank."

With that, he gave the order: "Go and investigate."

"I need to know who this person is."

late at night.

The third floor of the bank.

The innermost small conference room.

Kajiwara Masazō sat at the end of the long table.

Only one table lamp remained on the table.

The light came from the side, making the wrinkles under his eyes and his loose skin particularly clear.

The door was pushed open.

Kiryu Yaya walked in, holding a can of hot coffee from the convenience store.

Kajiwara Masazō looked up, saw it was him, and his pupils shrank subconsciously.

Clearly, the young man who defeated him with the long white umbrella had left a rather deep impression on him.

Kiryu Yaya placed the coffee in front of him and then sat down opposite him.

"President Kajiwara, you're still awake?"

Kajiwara Masazō gave a wry smile: "Who can sleep at a time like this?"

"Too."

Kiryu Yaya leaned back in his chair, his tone calm.

"Although President Kajiwara explained everything very clearly today, there's still something you've been hiding."

Kajiwara Masazō's hand trembled slightly.

"—What?"

Kiryu Yaya's gaze was piercing.

"Who taught you to hide your assets like this?"

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

Kajiwara Masazō lowered his head, looking at the can of hot coffee in front of him, and his Adam's apple slowly bobbed.

He did not answer immediately.

Kiryu Yaya wasn't in a hurry; he just looked at him with a cold gaze.

After a long while, Kajiwara Masazo managed a weak smile and said in a low voice, "Young man—some things, if said aloud, could kill you."

I advise you not to know.

Kiryu Yaya narrowed his eyes, but a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"That's a coincidence, I hate being threatened more than anything in my life."

"That person—"

"Is that Ogaki Kiyomasa?"

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