Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk

Chapter 146 Ogaki, I Need Your Attitude [Second Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets]

Kiyomasa Ogaki's words made a lot of sense.

Kiryu Yaya lowered his head and looked at the stack of documents on the table.

His fingers tapped lightly twice on the cover, as if he were carefully weighing his options.

Kiyomasa Ogaki did not urge him.

He simply sat quietly, waiting for Kiryu Yaya's reply.

In his eyes, the young man had no reason to refuse.

This deal was incredibly worthwhile for Kiryu Yaya.

Without losing anything, they also gained the full support of a minister who was about to retire.

At least, that's what he said.

Kiryu Yaya finally raised his head.

He looked at Kiyomasa Ogaki, his gaze calm to the point of being indifferent.

"Boss Ogaki."

"Um?

"What you're saying does sound very tempting."

Kiyomasa Ogaki's brow twitched slightly.

"But one"

Kiryu Yaya pushed the documents onto the table, loosening his grip: "Words are no proof. You said today you could help me get promoted to director before I retire, but the problem is..."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

"You can negotiate with me here today, and you can go back on your word tomorrow."

"When I've lost all the evidence and offended you, will you still help me?"

He shook his head slightly and chuckled, "Minister Ogaki really thinks I'm a three-year-old."

Kiyomasa Ogaki was taken aback; he really hadn't expected Yaya Kiryu to think of this.

This was exactly what he had in mind.

But when Kiryu Yaya suddenly revealed it, his face immediately darkened.

Kiyomasa slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Kiryu! You're insulting my character!"

Kiryu Yaya shook his head, his expression calm: "No, I just don't like losing the initiative. Besides..."

As he spoke, a faint smile reappeared on his face: "Who said I only have this much evidence?"

Kiyomasa Ogaki's brows furrowed sharply: "What do you mean?"

Kiryu Yaya did not answer.

He simply reached into his briefcase slowly and took out the brown kraft paper envelope from the innermost compartment.

Kiyomasa Ogaki's gaze fell on the envelope, and his pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

He sensed a dangerous atmosphere.

Kiryu Yaya didn't rush to open the envelope, but instead placed it on the table and gently pressed his fingers on it.

"Minister Ogaki, you just said that what I have can only prove that you may have a problem, but it cannot prove that you actually have a problem."

"What if I have evidence to prove it?"

"You not only knew about the Eighth Assets, but you also personally participated in the transfer of benefits?"

Kiyomasa Ogaki's fingers tightened suddenly.

"impossible."

For the first time, his voice lost its composure: "How could you possibly have that kind of evidence?"

Kiryu Yaya did not refute.

He simply opened the envelope quietly and took out three items: the recording was a copy, but the rest were photocopies.

This is what he had prepared on his way back to the bank.

He wouldn't be foolish enough to put such a crucial item in front of Kiyomasa Ogaki.

As for the original, he kept it in a place where no one but him could possibly know about it.

As Kiryu Yaya presented the evidence piece by piece and placed it on the table, Oogaki Kiyomasa's expression gradually darkened.

The first item is a record of points transactions.

Kiyomasa Ogaki was very familiar with it; it was a record of the East Central Association's points transactions, and he also had a copy.

The other copy is clearly with Masataka Wakatsuki.

Thinking of this, Kiyomasa Ogaki felt a tightness in his chest.

Could it be that he is being promoted by Guangzheng?

Kiryu Yaya didn't look at Oogaki Kiyomasa's expression, but simply read the information on the transaction record to himself: "Transaction date: September of the second year of Heisei."

"Transferor: Heguang Zhenglong (Member No. TKS-0S-00371)"

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"Transferee: Kiyomasa Ogaki (Member ID TKS-0S-00137)."

Points earned: 1,000.

"Reason for the transaction: consultation on financing review and design of asset consolidation plan and approval of a 200 million yen loan from Mitsubishi Bank."

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By the time Kiryu Yaya finished reading the above, Oogaki Kiyomasa's face had turned ashen.

Kiyomasa Ogaki knew very well that the moment Yaya Kiryu produced this evidence, he was completely finished.

But that's not all.

Kiryu Yaya continued to offer short-term loan contracts from Yasatsu Co., Ltd.

This serves no other purpose, but it is sufficient to demonstrate the connection between the optoelectronics industry and the eight assets.

But the most important link in the chain of evidence is that tape recorder.

Legally, recordings cannot be used as evidence on their own.

With so much physical evidence around, this recording can connect all the clues.

Kiryu Yaya looked at Ogaki Kiyomasa and said with a smile, "Minister Ogaki, would you like to listen to this?"

Kiyomasa Ogaki did not answer.

His gaze fell on those three things, and his face gradually paled, radiating a fear that seeped from his very bones.

Kiryu Yaya immediately turned on the recording, and Oogaki Kiyomasa's voice came through: "President Kazumitsu, that hidden loss of yours cannot be directly recorded in the accounts."

"Let's split it into three parts: record part of the prepayments, record part of the investment losses, and keep the rest off the balance sheet."

"For the 150 million from the Eighth Asset Management Company, we should use short-term loans instead of financing."

"That way, Mitsubishi Bank's auditing system won't be able to detect it."

"I've already spoken to the assessment agency, and they can raise the valuation of the factory land by 20%."

"You can come up with your own reasons: equipment upgrades, increased production capacity, or anticipated orders—any of these will do."

"The points will be settled internally by the Dongzheng Association."

Every word is irrefutable evidence.

Kiyomasa Ogaki's hands had begun to tremble.

He wanted to say something, but it felt like something was choking him, and he could only manage a dry, gasping sound.

He knew all too well what would happen to him if these things were exposed.

Kiryu Yaya did not press his advantage.

He simply sat there quietly, looking at Kiyomasa Ogaki with a calm gaze.

The office remained quiet for a long time.

Two full minutes had passed on the wall clock, and still no one spoke.

Every second of those two minutes felt like a dull knife sawing back and forth across Kiyomasa Ogaki's nerves.

Finally, he spoke.

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible: "Where did you get that from?"

Kiryu Yaya did not answer the question.

He simply pushed the three pieces of evidence on the table forward.

"Minister Ogaki, do you still feel that I don't have enough resources?"

Kiyomasa Ogaki's Adam's apple bobbed again.

His gaze fell on the tape recorder, then looked away.

What do you want?

His voice finally escaped his throat, trembling with an almost pleading tone: "Money? I can give you that. Ten million? Twenty million? Name your price."

Kiryu Yaya shook his head: "I don't want money."

Kiyomasa Ogaki asked, "Then what do you want?"

Kiryu Yaya looked at him and said, word by word, "Minister Ogaki, I need your attitude."

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