Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk

Chapter 218 I want him utterly disgraced!

Kiryu Yaya raised his eyes, his gaze calm: "Mr. Takatsukasa is overthinking it. What I want is not Kouyuu Hiko's life."

Seiichi Takatsukasa put down his teacup, his fingertips lightly circling the rim, his gaze lingering for a moment on Yaya Kiryu's face: "So, what do you want?"

Kiryu Yaya leaned back in his chair, speaking calmly and slowly: "I want him to be utterly disgraced."

"I want everything he has built up over the past thirty years at Mitsubishi Bank to turn to ashes overnight."

"I don't need him to die, I just need him to live, to watch himself lose everything, to watch himself go from being the manager of the Tokyo headquarters to a despised, homeless disgrace."

The room was silent for two seconds.

Seiichi Takatsukasa leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Yaya Kiryu's face, as if he were re-evaluating the young man.

Then, he chuckled softly.

"Kiryu-kun, you're even more ruthless than I imagined."

"but""

He paused, then tapped his fingertips lightly on the table.

"I like."

Shuichi Kuroda, who had been sitting quietly to the side, finally breathed a slight sigh of relief at this moment.

Seiichi Takatsukasa continued, "Although Kouyuhiko is one of my men, in the end, he's just a dog. A dog can be kept when it's useful, and replaced when it's not."

"I've been letting him work on the land in Lingkong City for four or five years without any results."

"To be honest, I'm still somewhat disappointed in this person."

He looked at Kiryu Yaya, his tone flat: "So—how do you plan to make a move?"

Kiryu Yaya smiled slightly and slowly revealed his plan.

The plan was announced.

Seiichi Takatsukasa was slightly taken aback, while Shuichi Kuroda gasped in shock.

"This plan—"

"That's really ruthless."

[The second act of the main storyline "The Avengers" - "Seiichi Takatsukasa's Permission" has been completed]

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Kiryu Yaya stepped out of the black wooden door and looked at the reward the system had given him, his expression somewhat exaggerated.

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Mercedes-Benz 600SEL.

Although it was a three-month trial card, it was in Japan in 1991.

This kind of luxury car would cost at least 2500 million yen to get on the road.

That's enough for an average worker's salary for ten years.

Even if you rent it for three months, it will cost at least two or three million yen.

After all, luxury car rental prices remained high at the end of the bubble economy.

The door hinges made a very soft creak.

Then it slowly closed up behind them.

Shuichi Kuroda walked ahead, his steps light and quick.

It's clear that Seiichi Takatsukasa's nod made him feel good.

With his right hand in his pocket and his other hand patting Kiryu Yaya's shoulder, he said with a smile, "Come on, I'm in a good mood today, I'll take you to a nice place."

It was still early, so Kiryu Yaya didn't refuse.

Shuichi Kuroda led him through two alleys and turned into an inconspicuous side street.

At the end of the alley, there is a makeshift platform fixed to the wall, which is a converted pushcart.

A round incandescent light hung on the roof of the vehicle, its halo not large, just enough to illuminate the row of folding tables and chairs in front of the vehicle.

Shuichi Kuroda pulled up a folding chair and sat down, then gestured with his chin toward the old man in an apron behind the cart: "Uncle, the usual, two servings."

The old man was over sixty years old, and his hair was almost completely white.

He glanced at Kuroda Shuichi, nodded, turned around and took out a bunch of skewered beef tendons and chicken skin from the refrigerator, spreading them out on the iron plate.

A buzzing sound immediately rang out.

Kiryu Yaya sat down opposite Kuroda Shuichi.

He hadn't expected that Kuroda Shuichi would bring him to such a down-to-earth place.

As night deepened, the neon lights of Beixindi flickered in the distance.

The grease on the hot plate sizzled under the high temperature, and the aroma of caramelized meat slowly spread in the night breeze.

The old man put the grilled beef tendon and chicken skin into an iron plate, sprinkled on some chopped green onions, drizzled on a thin layer of sauce, and served it to the two of them.

Enjoy.

Shuichi Kuroda first picked up a pair of disposable chopsticks, deftly broke them apart, and then picked up a piece of beef tendon and put it in his mouth.

He chewed twice, squinted his eyes slightly, and showed a very satisfied expression.

"I've been eating at this restaurant for a long time, and every time I eat there, it reminds me of my childhood."

Kiryu Yaya also picked up a piece of chicken skin and put it in his mouth.

The crispy chicken skin crackles between your teeth, and the aroma of the fat, combined with the salty and sweet sauce, melts on your tongue.

It's really delicious.

He followed up on Kuroda Shuichi's topic, asking, "President Kuroda, you must have grown up in Osaka, right?"

Shuichi Kuroda shook his head and did not answer immediately.

He picked up another piece of beef tendon, chewed it slowly, swallowed it, then picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, and began to slowly recount his childhood.

"I'm not a native of Osaka. My hometown is in Kyushu, in the countryside near Fukuoka."

"My family was poor. My father left when I was very young, and my mother raised my sister and me by herself."

"Life was tough back then. My mother worked in a nearby factory, leaving home before dawn and returning very late at night."

"After school, I would take my younger sister to town to find odd jobs. We did everything from moving goods and delivering newspapers to running errands."

Shuichi Kuroda chuckled as he finished speaking.

"Back then, there was a small stall in town, similar to this one, also run by an elderly person."

"The boss was an old man in his sixties. He would often call us over and give us some food when he saw me wandering around the streets with my sister."

He always said that children shouldn't go hungry, because they won't grow tall if they are hungry.

Kiryu Yaya listened quietly without interrupting.

Shuichi Kuroda's gaze fell on the charred oil stains around the edge of the iron plate, and his voice slowly rang out: "Later, when I got a little older, I started running errands and delivering goods for people."

"Back then, there were some people in Kyushu who did building materials business. Occasionally, they would need to transport goods from the port to the construction site, so I would ride a second-hand tricycle to deliver them for them."

"When I was fifteen, my mother also fell ill, and I had to drop out of school and start earning money."

"When I was sixteen, I went to Kobe."

Kiryu Yaya's hand paused slightly.

Shuichi Kuroda's background seems to be more complicated than he imagined.

"Back then, I heard that the Kobe docks needed manpower, so I took an overnight long-distance bus there. When I got there, I found that the work at the docks was even harder than I had imagined."

Shuichi Kuroda leaned back in his folding chair, his gaze fixed on the incandescent light bulb above him, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"I do everything: moving goods, unloading goods, checking inventory, running errands for others."

"Sometimes I had to work until the early hours of the morning, and I was so tired that I could fall asleep standing up. But I was young then and I thought that as long as I was willing to work hard, I would definitely be able to make money."

"Later, I met a man at the dock who was in the used car business. He asked me to help manage the car yard and do some simple paperwork and bookkeeping."

"At that time, I wasn't very good at writing, and I didn't recognize many characters, so he taught me stroke by stroke."

As Kuroda Shuichi said this, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"He was my first real teacher in this world, and he told me that to gain a foothold in this society, brute force alone is not enough; you also need to learn to judge people, things, and money."

"He taught me a lot."

"Later he fell ill, and the parking lot closed down. I was about twenty years old at that time."

Kiryu Yaya looked at him.

"After that, I started doing it myself. At first, I just introduced people to buy and sell and earned a little commission. Later, I slowly saved up some money and got to know some people. Then, I started the Kansai City Development Company."

At this point, Kuroda Shuichi chuckled softly, "It sounds simple, but those years in between—there are many things I still can't remember now."

He did not elaborate on what those things he could not remember were.

But Kiryu Yaya could probably guess.

A sixteen-year-old boy from Fukuoka village comes to Kobe and tries to survive and establish himself in that city.

You can imagine what they relied on and what they went through in the process.

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