Chapter 21 Wrestling

"How will those shareholders be dealt with?"

"He will deal with it." When Takiguchi Hideyuki left, the sky was already turning pale. Youji curled up in the corner of the sofa and took the cup of water handed over by Feng Changtaro. The warm wall of the cup warmed her slightly cool fingers. She closed her eyes slightly to hide a trace of fatigue. "Takiguchi Hideyuki is ambitious and sensible. It will be beneficial for us to talk about it openly." "

But what you promised him just now..."

"I am only responsible for negotiations. It is up to Atobe Keigo to fulfill his promise or not." Many times, the so-called promises are used to betray. She did not say the next sentence. She stood up, took the recorder on the coffee table and put it into her sleeve, and adjusted her posture: "Speaking of which, what is that person doing now? The show is in the middle and it's time to come out and end it."

"It seems that Atobe-senpai is currently in the villa in Karuizawa. I don't know the details." Feng Changtaro scratched his head helplessly, showing his usual shy smile, "That... Mrs. Youji?"

"Hmm?" She frowned, she was not used to this address.

"Ms. Sakai called to ask about your situation. What's the appropriate reply?"

She held half a mouthful of water in her mouth, and the cool breath slowly seeped into the depths of her throat. She was stunned for a moment, thinking of the series of missed calls after waking up from the operation, and said faintly: "I will contact her when I have time."

She stood up from the sofa, put down the water cup, pushed the door and walked out: "I'm going to catch up on some sleep, and arrange a press conference later."

"Yes."

"You surprised me." She walked out of the living room and was about to step onto the spiral wooden staircase. Suddenly, a woman's lazy voice came from behind. She turned around and saw a middle-aged blonde lady leaning against the wall with her chest folded, her emerald eyes reflecting the dim light of the wall lamp, "Is this why Keigo married you?"

She stopped and smiled noncommittally: "Maybe."

"What an unpleasant girl." Eleanor blinked her emerald eyes and shook her head.

"I know." The woman standing on the steps leaned against the handrail with an indifferent expression on her face.

"You know I don't like you?" The blonde lady smiled playfully.

"You won't do anything bad to me. This alone is enough for me."

Eleanor was slightly stunned, then her smile became brighter. She lifted her skirt and walked a few steps, then raised her head to look at her pale face. "You should learn to please your elders." She tilted her head to look at her, and paused. "Your eyes remind me of someone, sharp and cold, as if they are too transparent and have lost their due intense emotions. But then again, the men of the Atobe family are born to stand above thousands of people, and are used to seeing the bright and beautiful eyes of girls. Such desolate and sharp eyes may be more attractive."

The woman spoke fluent English, a series of long and obscure words, as if she was immersed in some magnificent past. Youji was speechless for a moment.

She sighed quietly, and unexpectedly, she reached out and hugged the frail young woman: "Take a good rest, there will be many things waiting for you to do next."

Youji was slightly stunned, and the dim wall lamp quietly fell down her clothes.

In the fourth week of the stock market turmoil, the Tokyo stock market showed no signs of improvement, and the executives of the European branches began to make moves. The media finally had further news. Atobe Keigo's newlywed wife Atobe Yuki finally showed up after nearly a month. First, she had a secret meeting with the Italian police, and then there was a limited press conference. It did not involve much about Atobe Keigo's injuries. It just expressed apologies and regrets for the series of accidents in recent days, hoping that people from all walks of life could treat it calmly, and so on. It did not have much substantive meaning. Even in front of the shining spotlight, the woman's expression was respectful and cautious, low-key and indifferent, and it was difficult to read her true emotions between the real and the fake.

When the morning newspaper was delivered to the desk, Keigo Atobe only smiled lightly.

"She tamed a wolfhound for you." Eleanor called over a long distance, speaking in a nonchalant tone.

"The person I like is naturally not a vase." Living in Karuizawa's private villa, the bright sunshine at eight or nine o'clock sprinkled into the spacious study. Atobe raised his fingertips and tapped the mahogany desk, paused, frowned, "How is your current injury?" "I can

move freely, but I can't be too tired." "

Thank you for your trouble during this period."

"No need to say more meaningless nonsense, I hope you can get things done as soon as possible."

"This measure, I can grasp." At this time, the knock on the door sounded three times, chuckled, and hung up the phone, "Come in."

"Master Keigo." Akiyama Takuma stepped into the door with a brisk step, followed by Keigo Atobe's assistant Sugiyama Keisuke.

"How is it?" The young man sitting behind the desk raised his eyebrows, with a gorgeous ending.

"The latest news is that the vice president plans to hold a shareholders' meeting tomorrow morning to vote on the successor to the president." The young and capable assistant flipped through the documents at hand, pulled out a copy and handed it to his desk, "It was originally scheduled for next week, but it seems to have been moved forward due to the press conference in Rome yesterday."

"Oh, it's just a feint. You have less patience than I thought, huh?" After a quick glance, the corners of Atobe's lips curled up in a sneer, "Well, I've been playing with them for so long, I'm tired of it. How's the old man?"

"The surgery will be scheduled in the next two days. There shouldn't be any problem with Master Oshitari, but there is one thing..." Sugiyama Keisuke hesitated, "I heard that Chairman Oshitari Ryusuke of Oshitari Medical arrived in Tokyo on a flight this morning."

Atobe Keigo raised his face, his narrow eyes narrowed into a line, and a teardrop mole glowed brightly in the thin light of the morning light.

It was already noon when Oshitari Yuushi rushed back to his villa from the hospital. He got out of the Lexus and walked into the living room, and saw his old man standing in front of the large French window, with his hands behind his back. The sunlight outside the window poured in like snow, and his back was stretched out.

"Why did my father come here suddenly?" The genius of Hyotei was slightly startled and pushed the plain glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I just felt it necessary to come and take a look." Oshitari Ryusuke didn't turn around, just said quietly, the outline of his face reflected on the transparent glass window, vaguely retaining traces of the unrestrained and suave appearance of his youth, but after decades of experience, he has become as solemn as water and calm, "I heard that the Atobe Zaibatsu has announced that it will hold a shareholders' meeting to discuss the next heir?"

"It is said to be a necessary measure to stabilize the situation as soon as possible." Oshitari raised his eyebrows, with a slightly sarcastic tone, "This reason is reasonable."

"Still no news from Keigo?"

A trace of white light appeared on Oshitari's resin lenses: "No."

"What about your uncle Atobe?"

"The operation is scheduled for tomorrow, with a 90% chance of success."

Oshitari Ryusuke turned around, with his back to the light, half of his facial features hidden in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly: "As far as the operation is concerned, the probability is already very high, but Yushi, this alone is not enough..." "

Father means..."

"Once the shareholders' meeting is voted, even if Atobe Keiji wakes up, he will not be able to reverse the result of being called out. Atobe Yuichi has a huge advantage in this regard." The helmsman of Oshima Medical brushed past his son's shoulder and slowly sat down on the sofa. "And the change of the next leader of the Atobe Zaibatsu is not a simple matter for the Oshima family."

Oshima lowered his eyelids and looked down at the smooth floor under his feet. The scattered hair on his forehead fell down and covered his eyes, a deep and thick dark blue.

Oshima Medical rose in Kansai, but controlled the largest shares of all medical institutions in Kanto. For decades, the Atobe family has been following their lead and advancing and retreating together, not only because of the long-standing friendship between the two families, but also because of the long-standing interests between them.

Realizing this, the genius of Hyotei pushed up his sliding resin lenses, and a sharp light flashed in his narrow eyes: "Father..." "

I think you understand what I mean."

The old man poured a pot of Longjing tea, and the mist blurred his vision. His son stood tall, only slightly frowned, and spoke after a long time. His lazy Kansai accent was full of sarcasm: "I thought the relationship between father and Uncle Atobe has always been very good."

"I miss the friendship of our youth as much as you do, but Yushi, as the helmsman of the family, the decisions you make must be subject to the highest interests of the family." Oshitari Ryusuke raised his head, his eyes sparkling in his deep eye sockets, "This is a cruel reality. You must be prepared for the worst if Atobe Keigo loses."

Yuushi Oshima's eyes narrowed slightly, and time flowed through the cracks bit by bit. After a long time, he raised his head and raised his thin lips: "I don't think Yuichi Atobe can bring the greatest benefit to the Oshima family, and father."

He paused, and Ryusuke Oshima was slightly stunned. His hand holding the tea was suspended in the air. After a long time, he slowly put it down, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, listening to his lightly emphasized concise words: "

Betrayal only once is enough to become a lifelong mark of shame."

The spacious living room fell into silence for a moment. Ryusuke Oshima poured a cup of fragrant tea, and the clear spring water gurgled into the cup along the slender spout. Before he knew it, it overflowed the brim of the purple clay cup and slowly seeped into the thick velvet blanket.

The old man seemed to have just woken up from his deep thoughts, put down the pot, and smiled slightly: "Sooner or later, the Oshima family will be handed over to you, just make your decision."

Through the thin lenses, Oshima Yushi was slightly stunned, and then understood: "Coronary artery bypass surgery, will your father be the surgeon?"

"No, you can do it." Oshima Ryusuke stood up, walked closer and patted his shoulder, "Although it is not a difficult operation, countless media are watching you, a rare young rookie in the medical field, my son Oshima Ryusuke, the surgeon of the new generation Batista team, and the person in charge of the largest medical institution in Kanto in the future, you have the capital to be no less than others."

The midday sun shot into the window like a sharp sword, piercing the thin and cold lenses, and Oshima Yushi narrowed his eyes slightly.

The handsome and suave Kansai handsome man bowed his head respectfully, the corners of his mouth curved, and the side profile was clear and smooth.

A pleasant ringtone sounded, and he took out a slim black cell phone from his pocket. A

long-lost name jumped on the shiny screen. No more than a single digit of people know Keigo Atobe's personal number.

"Hey, Oshitari..."

The young master's gorgeous ending sound rose in his ears. Oshitari Yuushi turned around and looked at the cloudy sky outside the window. His eyes fell on the long-forgotten memory. At that time, the gorgeous young man with purple hair raised his hand and threw the silver-gray coat high in the air. Facing the scorching sun, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers crisply, cutting off the noise one after another. At that time, everyone had reason to believe that he could hold up the sky with just one finger.