Chapter 1 Ginza

"Don't give me that look, huh?"

Oshitari's office is located on the third floor of the hospital building. The eight o'clock sunlight shines cheerfully through the window. The man who was lazily curled up on the sofa raised his head, and the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye reflected a sharp light. He raised his hand, and the day's "Yomiuri Shimbun" flew towards him, hitting him right in the face.

"Ah my... Atobe, you are really merciless." Oshige Yuuji spread out the newspaper in his hand with a wry smile. The headline on the front page was prominently displayed - "Atobe zaibatsu heir was assassinated, and the Ginza shooting case is under investigation." He raised his thin lips and the lazy voice from Kansai echoed faintly, "It seems that those people really won't give up. Have the police's investigation results come out?"

"I never dare to compliment the Metropolitan Police Department's speed in solving cases." Atobe Keigo snorted coldly, "It's the same whether you investigate or not!"

"I wonder what Section Chief Takamura would think when he heard this?"

The corners of Oshige Yuuji's lips raised in a lazy arc. Atobe Securities is a financial giant that controls half of the lifeline of Japan's national economy. Hearing the zaibatsu heir's sneering evaluation, I am afraid that all members of the Metropolitan Police Department's homicide squad would break out in cold sweats. Of course, this is not something he, Oshige Yuuji, should worry about.

Yuushi Oshima, who was famous throughout the Japanese middle school tennis world for his romantic and dashing manner when he was in junior high school, smoothed his charming blue hair, adjusted his plain glasses that he wore just to look cool, so that they would rest more comfortably on his nose, picked up the newspaper with both hands, and narrowed his peach blossom eyes that had once made many girls dream about him: "But Atobe, who is she?"

Kansai Wolf's finger fell on the photo that occupied a considerable page of the newspaper. The woman who was protected by Master Atobe and whose mind was obviously confused by the sudden assassination had a look of astonishment on her face, but she did not show any panic, and... Oshima smiled lazily: "Her legs look beautiful."

Atobe narrowed his eyes, stood up for a moment, and then looked down at him with his height advantage. He snatched the "Yomiuri" that had been ravaged beyond recognition, and then turned around, leaving him with an elegant and cold back.

"A lawyer from AE Law Firm, recommended by Tezuka." The ice emperor of the year slightly tilted his face, and the sunlight was like a knife, cutting a neat and clean beam of light, "That's not someone you can mess with, Oshi."

The affirmative sentence, the tone was indifferent and casual, but it was as firm and unyielding as standing on the top of two hundred people before.

The gorgeous sunlight flashed across the beautiful glasses of Oshi Oshi Yuushi, a piece of white light.

The morning of a weekday is always full of a tight rhythm for Terajima Yuki. She came out of the crowded subway entrance, stepped on the clean stairs of the AE Law Firm building in black high heels, turned around and entered the transparent sightseeing elevator, and the clean and bright glass opposite reflected the elegant and capable shadow of the female lawyer.

With delicate eyebrows and elegant makeup, her black hair just past her shoulders, and the black windbreaker that was just right for this season, exuding a clean and neat aura.

The numbers on the electronic screen jumped layer by layer, and through the glass on the street, she could have a bird's eye view of the streets of Ginza, the blazing hustle and bustle, the bustling world, she looked up at the sky of Tokyo, which could never return to the azure and clear sky of the Edo era, and the sun still tore through the gray clouds and cast a brilliant beam of light.

A pleasant ringtone rang from her handbag. She frowned and took out a white exquisite mobile phone, then answered politely in a professional manner: "Hello, AE Firm, Terashima Yuki."

"I hope that incident didn't scare you," an unexpectedly gorgeous and arrogant voice came, "but it sounds like you are in good condition, lawyer Terashima?"

"Thanks to Master Atobe." She could clearly distinguish the rising gorgeous voice after hearing it once, "My psychological quality is not that bad." "

Then why don't we continue to talk about cooperation matters, do you have time tonight?" The black Rolls-Royce sped on the road, and Atobe Keigo rolled down the window, and the sunlight lingered on the teardrop mole under his eyes.

"Okay, what's the location?" The elevator arrived at the designated floor, and she walked out of the moving door, her high heels knocking on the cold floor of the corridor, making a crisp sound.

"Six o'clock, in 'Florence'."

"OK!"

A clean answer.

When Terashima Yuki closed her phone, she saw an elegant woman coming towards her. She had long curly hair, a neat suit, and sharp eyes. So she turned sideways and bowed her head slightly: "Senior Kudo?"

"Good morning, Yuki."

Kudo Ryoko is a legend in AE, and has won the monthly and even annual performance crown. Her record has not been broken yet. She is 35 years old this year. The ups and downs of the judicial world have washed her away from the most precious and moving age for a woman. Her graceful demeanor and unscrupulous shrewdness have increased. Terashima Yuki has only been in the industry for two years and has just made her mark in the Japanese judicial world where newcomers are emerging. However, to reach her height, she still needs to hone and struggle.

The woman bowed her head and greeted him lightly, but added: "It was very dangerous that day, but you looked good."

Yuki was slightly stunned, and then a faint smile appeared

on her face: "Ah..." Kudo Ryoko passed by in such a formal atmosphere.

The protagonist of the news is the son of the Atobe chaebol, so it is hard not to attract attention, not to mention that Atobe Keigo himself is a gorgeous and unignorable existence.

When I walked into the office, I saw today's Yomiuri Shimbun and my colleagues' curious eyes.

The young female lawyer's mouth curled up a cold smile, with a sarcastic atmosphere.

"I'm sorry, it seems to have caused you a lot of trouble."

The person who spoke was Tezuka Kunimitsu, standing at the door of her single office, wearing a decent black suit, with clear lines on his facial features, and his boundless eyes were delicate and bright. The sun shone through the blinds and fell into his narrow and long phoenix eyes.

"Ah, I got to experience a Hollywood gun battle blockbuster for free, thanks to Tezuka-kun."

This was a teasing, but people who were not familiar with him would think it was a sarcasm.

Tezuka Kunimitsu pressed his eye on the bridge of his nose: "If it's not convenient, I'll talk to Atobe and ask him to turn down the case, okay?"

"Why bother?" She was surprised, and then laughed, "The other party is the Atobe Group, and one deal is enough to support them for half a year."

They were both the proud disciples of Ito Hara, a professor of law at the University of Tokyo. They passed the judicial examination in the same year, had similar resumes and experiences, and spoke more casually than others.

Economic disputes are undoubtedly her specialty.

So when Atobe Keigo called to invite Tezuka Kunimitsu to participate in the consortium investment case, he subconsciously recommended the woman in front of him.

Yuki likes to take on challenging corporate economic dispute cases. The generous salary is naturally one of the reasons. In addition, the success of each merger and acquisition case will be the best business card to enter the upper class. The essence of the pursuit of interests is not offensive when she speaks from her own mouth, but rather seems calm.

She is 25 years old this year. In another ten years, she may be the most dazzling star in the judicial world.

At this time, Atobe had already left the noisy red clay court. She had returned from studying at Stanford a few years ago and had already handled several major mergers and acquisitions. Her strong methods and gorgeous and domineering style attracted the attention of the entire financial industry. It was an opportunity for her.

Tezuka Kunimitsu pondered for a moment and raised his eyebrows: "It's up to you."

She looked up and smiled apologetically, indifferent but not alienated.

"Senior Terajima, the audit results of Hasegawa Company by the Japanese accounting firm have come out."

The assistant came in with a folder and knocked on the door lightly with his fingers.

The reception room of the Atobe Zaibatsu headquarters is located on the upper floors of the office building. The sunlight shines into the room through the large floor-to-ceiling windows through the thin white gauze curtains, and the light golden dust dances in the hazy beams.

The several cups of fresh tea on the coffee table have already finished the last trace of heat.

Atobe Jingyi sat in the main seat and concentrated on thinking, his fingers tapping on his knees in a staggered manner in coordination with his brain's thinking.

The door lock clicked, and someone pushed the door open. He had short, delicate purple-gray hair, handsome features with clear lines, and a light purple diamond-patterned shirt and black trousers. He was surprisingly not frivolous. He just stood casually at the door with his head down. His slightly closed eyelashes inadvertently revealed a proud look. There was a teardrop mole under his eyes, as if a beam of sunlight was shining in.

Atobe Keiichi raised his head and squinted his eyes slightly: "You are late, Keigo. President Hasegawa just left with his daughter."

"That's why I don't want to see him." Atobe Keigo frowned, not sparing his disgust. He stretched out his left hand from behind his back and handed over a blue folder, "After reading this, do you still want to cooperate with Hasegawa Logistics?" The chairman of the Atobe Zaibatsu,

who was over fifty years old, took the encrypted file handed over by his son, browsed it slowly, and did not show too much surprise. He raised his head and smiled, motioning him to sit down.

"Just do it as you see fit."

"Father..." Atobe Keigo pondered for a moment, hummed lightly, and leaned over to sit on the sofa on the left.

The current head of the Atobe family has been a leader in the Japanese and even global financial circles for decades. His weather-beaten face still vaguely shows the shadow of his youth. His shrewd and resolute eyes and his cunning and sophisticated style have kept him at the top of the Japanese financial world. Even as he grows older, people's respect for him has never diminished.

Atobe Keigo inherited the shrewdness, cunning and courage in his grandfather's blood, and brought his sharpness and tyranny to the extreme. He reached out and touched the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye, and when he raised the corner of his lips, there was an arrogant and gorgeous arc: "Hasegawa Company is not worthy of cooperation at all. I even doubt the intention of my uncle to promote this cooperation!"

"Hasegawa is a famous family in the political world. Although it is gradually declining, you should know that a centipede will not die even if it is cut into pieces. It will not benefit us to do things too absolutely." The old man bent down and refilled a pot of Longjing tea. The clear tea fragrance drifted in the mist. "I know Miss Hasegawa is not to your liking, but Jingwu, you should have been aware of a business marriage a long time ago. Even if it is not her

, it will be someone else." Atobe Jingwu himself does not reject the marriage based on political and commercial interests. He grew up in the Tokyo Stock Exchange, where he was exposed to the madness of virtual economic numbers and the unpredictable human heart. He grew up playing the stock trading calculator as a puzzle game. He disdained power and money, but was enthusiastic. Only by having enough power and wealth can he win in the vortex of secular struggle and survive. The meaning of a marriage for the children of the nobility has long been more than a certificate and a so-called illusory love. As long as there is a huge added value attached to it, they can find the passion and romance needed for marriage elsewhere.

When he was in junior high school, Keigo Atobe once mentioned to Oshima, who also came from a medical giant, that if he really wanted to marry, he should marry the most obedient woman among the qualified women, so that he could control her in the future. The playboy Oshima Yuushi at that time was obviously frightened. He hit the tennis ball out of bounds with a bear fall, and raised his head to give him a look of "Bullmaster, you are boring".

However, Oshima had to admit afterwards that what Atobe said might not be unreasonable, but he, Oshima Yuushi, has always been lazy to plan his future life. Before the dust settled, he was more willing to play among women of all colors and squander his short free time.

Atobe thought that the Kansai wolf's survival philosophy had no gorgeous beauty, but he couldn't find fault with it. Unknowingly, their reckless youth passed by in a hurry.

"Of course, I don't have to ask you to agree to this marriage. I just want to remind you that it's time to consider your marriage." The old man half-nestled in the sofa and sighed slowly, "Only after marriage can you succeed me with the approval of the family association. Otherwise, you can only stay in the current position of executive president and can't fully deal with Yuichi, the vice president." Atobe Keigo leaned

on the soft backrest of the sofa and fiddled with the small lighter in his hand. The light blue flame jumped up between opening and closing, and the burning feeling passed through his fingertips.

He didn't like the self-righteous cousin, or more precisely, he didn't like the dark forces that were hiding in the dark and restraining his hands and feet.

The Atobe family adheres to Western-style elite education, but traditional family conventions still play a pivotal role. The family respects the eldest branch, but the eldest branch descendants who have lost their strength and declined will also find it difficult to survive under the competition of the collateral branches. The family's internal struggles will also consume the strength of the consortium.

A sharp look flashed across the eyes of the young chaebol heir: "Father..."

"My heart has started to fail again recently, and Oshitari suggested that I go for a comprehensive recuperation." Talking about his not optimistic health, the old man's expression was very peaceful, "So I hope that before that, I can hand over everything here to you."

Atobe stopped moving, holding the exquisite and small lighter in his palm, and the edges and corners embedded in the muscles of his palm.

Suddenly he stood up and put his hand in his trouser pocket: "I will pay attention to this matter, father." He

bowed his head slightly and walked out the door.

The rulers of each generation of the Atobe family must go through certain trials before they can truly grasp the lifeline of the family. They are born with a silver spoon in their mouths and are loved by thousands of people, but not everything will come automatically without being called. Only by experiencing sacrifice and abandonment, setbacks and ups and downs, can they have enough strength to continue to move forward on the thorny road to the top of Ginza.

The old man's deep eyes fell on the open and compound door, and the tea mist was seductive and blurred his vision.

"Master Jingwu?" The assistant waiting outside the door saw him coming out and bowed respectfully.

"Book a private room at 'Florence', and then go to the flower shop to order a bouquet of flowers." Atobe's footsteps did not stop, and he walked proudly in the corridor. The mole marks under his eyes exuded a layer of cold luster in the thin aperture of the sun.

"Yes," the shrewd and capable assistant nodded, "Rose?"

"No." Atobe stopped, the lines of his side face were sharp, "I want lilies."