Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk

Chapter 200 Playing a Very Big Game [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Kiryu Yaya looked at Kuroda Shuichi's calm face and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he chuckled softly.

"President Kuroda, you've misunderstood."

Kiryu Yaya picked up his teacup, took another sip, and the sweetness of the gyokuro slowly melted on his tongue.

"I asked you to come out today not to bring up old grievances, nor to seek justice for my father."

He put down his teacup, his gaze falling on Kuroda Shuichi's face, and smiled again: "A businessman, after all, talks business. When you received Kouyuu Hiko's offer, you did your due diligence, calculated the profit margin, and thought the deal was worthwhile, so you did it."

"This is business logic, not personal grudges."

Shuichi Kuroda didn't speak, he just looked at him quietly.

Kiryu Yaya continued, "Even if it wasn't you who took over, someone else would have. My father's fate wouldn't have changed just because of a different buyer."

He paused for a moment, a slight smile curving his lips.

"Moreover, even if someone is to be held accountable, the person primarily responsible is Kouyu Tianyan, not you."

Shuichi Kuroda leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed on Yaya Kiryu's face, as if he were re-evaluating the young man.

After a few seconds, he chuckled softly.

"Kiryu-kun, you can be frighteningly calm at times."

"President Kuroda, you flatter me."

Kiryu Yaya bowed slightly, then raised his eyes and changed his tone.

"Besides, the reason I asked you out today is to discuss a business deal with you."

"Business?"

Shuichi Kuroda's eyebrows twitched slightly, and a hint of amusement appeared in his eyes.

"Kiryu-kun, what kind of business do you want to discuss with me?"

Kiryu Yaya did not answer immediately.

He reached for the teapot on the table, refilled Kuroda Shuichi's cup, then filled his own, put down the teapot, picked up the teacup with both hands, gently blew away the foam, and took a sip.

The sweetness of the jasmine tea slowly melts on the tip of the tongue, while the aroma of tea lingers between the lips and teeth.

"President Kuroda."

Kiryu Yaya put down his teacup, speaking slowly and deliberately, as if he had rehearsed these words in his mind countless times.

"You said that in front of Mr. Takashi, you are just a worker, and so is Kouyuhiko, and even less so than you."

""

Shuichi Kuroda didn't reply, but just looked at him quietly.

Kiryu Yaya continued, "Mr. Takatsukasa wants that piece of land in Rinku Castle. Whoever delivers the land to his table will be a hero. Kouyuu Hiko wants to use this merit to climb the ranks. What about you? Don't you want to?"

Shuichi Kuroda tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest.

"Kiryu-kun, what are you trying to say?"

I want to say—

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Kiryu Yaya leaned forward slightly, looking directly into Kuroda Shuichi's eyes.

"I can help you acquire that piece of land in Lingkong City."

Shuichi Kuroda's eyebrows twitched slightly, and a faint, ambiguous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You? Helped me take over Rinko City from the Miyazawa Group?"

He paused, a hint of amusement in his voice: "Kiryu-kun, I know you have influence with Miyazawa Keiko, but that land is the core asset of the Miyazawa tourism development, the wealth accumulated by the Miyazawa family over generations. Do you really think she'll sell it just because you say so?"

Upon hearing this, Kiryu Yaya's lips curved slightly, his smile carrying a hint of certainty.

"President Kuroda, have you considered what the Miyazawa Group needs most right now?"

Shuichi Kuroda's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn't reply.

Kiryu Yaya continued, "Miyazawa Keiko took over the group less than two months ago, her father just passed away, her uncle died, and Rokko Golf almost exploded."

"

"The Miyazawa Tourism Development project in Nanki Shirahama is still burning through cash. Although the 8 billion yen credit line from Mitsubishi Bank has been temporarily stabilized, as long as the tourism industry continues to decline, the repayment pressure will eventually come."

He paused, then looked directly at Shuichi Kuroda: "President Kuroda, what do you think the directors of the Miyazawa Group are thinking, and what does Keiko Miyazawa think, given this situation?"

Shuichi Kuroda's gaze sharpened slightly.

"You mean—"

"I mean..."

Kiryu Yaya picked up the conversation: "Instead of waiting for those old directors to make trouble for Keiko because of cash flow problems, we should take the initiative, liquidate this asset, and shut those old directors up with cash."

He paused, a slight smile curving his lips.

"President Kuroda, you've done due diligence, so you should know what kind of people are on the board of directors of the Miyazawa Group."

"Yutaro Kamiya is over seventy years old, halfway to his grave. Does he care about what the Miyazawa Group will be like in twenty years, or about the stocks and dividends he holds?"

Shuichi Kuroda did not respond.

Kiryu Yaya continued, "There are also those small and medium-sized shareholders whose shareholding percentages are not high, but which, when combined, are enough to influence the board's decisions."

"President Kuroda, do you think these people would prefer that Keiko Miyazawa hold onto a piece of land worth tens of billions of yen for ten years, or that she liquidate it as soon as possible and distribute the money to everyone?"

The room fell silent.

Shuichi Kuroda leaned back on the sofa and stared at Yaya Kiryu for a long time.

Then, he chuckled softly.

"Kiryu-kun, you are... truly terrifying."

"President Kuroda, you flatter me."

Kiryu Yaya bowed slightly, his smile still restrained and composed.

Shuichi Kuroda shook his head, picked up his teacup, took a sip, put it down, then leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh.

He was tempted.

However, at the same time, Shuichi Kuroda also had a problem.

He squinted and asked Kiryu Yaya, "Kiryu-kun, I am indeed smitten, but I have a question."

"Please speak."

Why are you helping me?

Shuichi Kuroda's gaze fell on Yaya Kiryu's face, his tone now carrying a hint of scrutiny.

"Regarding your father's matter, although the main responsibility lies with Kouyu, I was, after all, a part of that process. I'm already surprised that you don't hate me."

"Now you not only don't hate me, but you're also helping me take over Rinko City from the Miyazawa Group."

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"Kiryu-kun, what are you after?"

The room fell silent.

Kiryu Yaya did not answer immediately. He looked into Kuroda Shuichi's eyes and said firmly, "President Kuroda, as I just said, I have never thought that you are the murderer who killed my father."

"From beginning to end, I have only ever sought revenge against one person, and that is one."

"Furu Udahiko!"

Shuichi Kuroda looked at Yaya Kiryu and remained silent for a long time.

Then, he sighed softly.

"Kiryu-kun, you're playing a very big game."

"No matter how big the game is, I need someone to play with me."

Kiryu Yaya's gaze was fixed on Kuroda Shuichi.

"President Kuroda, would you be willing to play this game of Go with me?"

The room fell silent.

Shuichi Kuroda leaned back on the sofa, tapping his fingers lightly twice on the armrest.

Once, twice, three times.

Then he extended his hand: "Pleasure doing business with you!"

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