Chapter 22 Variables

"Eh? The Atobe Zaibatsu is calling a shareholders' meeting today?"

It was already early morning the next day when Tezuka Kunimitsu received the news. He sat at the dining table and looked at the female assistant in front of him whose eyes were wide open in shock. He hummed expressionlessly and lowered his head to finish the coffee in front of him.

Sakai Otonashi's bright eyes scanned his expressionless face. Finally, he showed a disappointed expression because he could not read more information. He held up his cheeks and sighed deeply: "Really, she told us not to worry when we were on the phone... What kind of maze are you setting..."

Mentioning the cold and aloof woman who was currently stranded in Rome, Tezuka Kunimitsu frowned slightly and put down the porcelain cup in his hand.

"Lawyer Kudo?"

Sakai's slightly surprised voice came to his ears. He looked up and saw a capable woman in a black suit, holding a stack of documents standing in front of him. Her sharp and delicate eyebrows were bent, with a faint smile: "Can we talk if we are free, Tezuka-kun?"

The morning sun shone into the window lattice, and the milky white gauze curtain was lifted high by the wind, and the golden dust fluttered like butterflies in between. Atobe Keigo stood in front of the large dressing mirror to pack his luggage. The light-colored striped shirt just wrapped his slender body. He took the purple-red suit jacket handed over by Kabaji, which was bright and gorgeous in color but also low-key and gorgeous.

"Hokkaido Tomitsu Logistics?" The young heir of the chaebol looked at the dazzling mole under his eyes in the mirror and elicited a playful smile.

"Yes, the previous controlling shareholder, Hasegawa Company, filed for bankruptcy due to difficulty in capital turnover and was acquired by AX Logistics. However, it seems that there are some problems due to labor-capital relations now." Akiyama Takuma stood aside solemnly, "Although it has nothing to do with this incident, I always feel that you should know." "

After today's matter is over, let someone find out the truth." Atobe put on a suit, tied an ochre-red tie on his chest, and gestured at his chin with his slender white fingers, drawing a beautiful arc, "How is it going over there?"

"All shareholders have taken their seats." Akiyama lowered his head and thought for a while, "Master Oshitari's side is about to start." Atobe

Keigo raised his face, and the lines of his handsome features in the mirror were clear, and the corners of his mouth raised a few arcs, with a bold and arrogant aura, as bright as the morning sun.

"The weather is good today, let's go, kabaji."

"Use!"

The preparations before surgical operations are often complicated and cumbersome, and the disinfection measures of medical staff alone have to go through several processes. The cold water washed through the gaps between his fingers like a knife, and Yuushi Oshizuka felt a cool sensation.

"Wasn't it originally scheduled for two days later, Dr. Oshizuka?"

The coronary artery bypass surgery originally scheduled for two days later was suddenly brought forward, which made the members involved in the surgery feel somewhat depressed. It was definitely not just Asano Rima who was asking the question at this moment, but it was obvious that Oshizuka was no longer among them.

"It's just that the situation has changed. I have already informed the dean." The young man with dark blue hair spoke lightly in a lazy Kansai accent. A lot of broken hair was stuffed into the brim of the surgical cap. His smooth forehead and the plain glasses on the bridge of his nose were shining white. Wearing a mask, it was difficult to tell his true emotions for a while. "Please don't be too nervous. The patient is an elder I have respected for a long time, so in terms of pressure, I am no less than you, but Miss Asano?"

After he turned off the faucet, he paused and raised his head. He glanced at the young nurse in front of him who was biting her lower lip slightly, and his eyes were clear.

Asano Rima straightened her waist and waited quietly for his next words.

"You once said that you trust me, right?"

"Doctor Oshitari..."

"In that case, please cooperate with me as always."

The young nurse was stunned for a moment, then showed a happy smile: "Yes."

The girl who couldn't hide his scheming, Yuushi Oshitari chuckled in his heart and walked out of the disinfection room.

At that time, everything was ready in the operating room. Figures in blue surgical gowns swayed back and forth, and the white sheets were like snow under the shadowless lamp.

He took a deep breath and walked in, scanning the people standing around the operating table. The thin resin lens reflected the gorgeous white light under the shadowless lamp.

At this time, the expanded board meeting of the Atobe Zaibatsu had lasted for nearly an hour.

The thick flannel curtains in the conference room on the top floor of the chaebol's headquarters tightly blocked the bright sunlight outside. Hundreds of spotlights on the high dome tilted down the mercury-like light. Atobe Yuichi stood in front of the podium and subconsciously closed his eyes. Looking around, there was a sea of ​​black figures.

"Chairman Atobe Keiji was hospitalized due to heart disease. At this time, our group's president and family heir Atobe Keigo was innocently involved in some meaningless disputes. He was unfortunately injured and even in critical condition! It is a pity. We are all extremely sad about this." The group's vice president had a heavy face and bowed deeply. When he raised his head, his eyes did not hide his sadness. "At this time, because there is no one in charge of the affairs of the consortium, the outside world cannot grasp the future direction of the consortium and has shaken its confidence, which has made our consortium face a huge dilemma. Therefore, I believe that we should determine the next president of the consortium as soon as possible, take over the affairs of the consortium in an all-round way, guide the entire consortium back on track, and restore the outside world's confidence in our Atobe chaebol."

While the vigorous echo was still echoing in the spacious conference room, a whisper had already sounded.

"The chairman is seriously ill in bed, and Master Jingwu is stranded in Rome. At this time, we should work together to overcome the difficulties. How can we rashly propose to re-elect the president at this time?"

"It is precisely because the chairman and the president are both in danger of death that the consortium needs a strong leader to boost morale."

"But the chairman and the president haven't..."

"Can we still expect a seriously ill patient lying in bed to get up and clean up this mess? Isn't it our responsibility as shareholders to quickly select the right executor and work hard to recover our losses?"

Different arguments filled the noisy conference room and finally merged into a powerful voice.

Yuichi Atobe narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised an unpredictable arc, as if to hide his hidden excitement.

After all, he has waited too long for this day.

People are often like this. They worship, fear, and follow a certain powerful force, and regard it as a belief. Once the object they follow is pulled down from the altar of power, they will be pretentious and then rush to the rising sun without hesitation.

In the world of Ginza, the former heroes and the recent downtrodden wanderers are only a stone's throw away.

At this time, who will be the person who holds the initiative in the affairs inside and outside the family and is most qualified to become the next head of the family?

There will be no second person's name in the nomination for the next chairman submitted in advance.

Yuichi Atobe sneered, raised his eyelids, supported the edge of the podium with both hands, and scanned the shareholders present.

"If there are no objections, please vote?"

The rustling sound of flipping through papers was heard in the spacious conference room.

At that time, the sunlight outside was completely blocked by the thick velvet curtains and reflected back by the cold plexiglass, blazing white light high up in the floor that pierced the Ginza dome like a sword.

The purple-haired young man who got off the black extended Lincoln raised his head to look up at the sky, with limited edition sunglasses covering most of his face.

"The voting is over, and the vote counting will begin now." The presiding officer cleared his throat, "It is proposed that Mr. Yuichi Atobe, the vice president of the Atobe Zaibatsu, be the new president of the Atobe Zaibatsu. The votes in favor are..."

"Wait!"

After the sudden interruption, Yuichi Atobe frowned, his narrowed eyes exuding a dangerous aura, and looked at the door of the meeting room.

The heavy mahogany door slowly opened, and a group of people stood at the door. The young man in the lead had exquisite short purple-gray hair, a sharp chin, and a dark red suit that wrapped his slender body properly. He stood there with one hand in his pocket and raised his other hand to take off the sunglasses on his nose. The mole under his eyes was aggressive.

"You——"

Yuichi Atobe's expression of horror was frozen on his face.

"President?!"

There was an uproar in the audience.

Keigo Atobe narrowed his eyes slightly, his thin lips lifted happily, and he strode into the venue and stood in front of the podium.

"Everyone, long time no see, I am Keigo Atobe, the current president of the Atobe Zaibatsu."

His magnetic and gorgeous voice rang out slowly, and bright lights poured down from above his head.

When Ryuusuke Oshiro walked into the observation stand, the operation was almost over.

Keisuke Sugiyama and Nobuhiko Sato, who had been waiting there for a long time, bowed slightly to him.

Ryuusuke Oshiro nodded in return, and looked down at the dark blue in front of the operating table: "Is it going well?" "

General bypass surgery is not a difficult thing for Yushi now." Dean Nobuhiko Sato said slowly.

"I just received news that Keigo has arrived at the headquarters of the consortium."

The chairman of Oshiro Medical glanced at the assistant of the chairman of the Atobe Zaibatsu, whose astonished expression froze on his face and then slowly cracked.

"Even Sugiyama-kun doesn't know?"

Oshitari Ryusuke was surprised by his astonishment. The young master of the Atobe Zaibatsu, who was seriously injured and stranded in Rome, suddenly appeared at the shareholders' meeting. He was the biggest anomaly in this power struggle. He was able to avoid the all-pervasive media and the intelligence network of the Atobe Zaibatsu. It was not that Atobe Keigo hid too well, but most of the Italian media and the zaibatsu's intelligence network had already fallen into his hands.

The loyal old assistant was stunned for a moment, digesting this news that caught him off guard, raised his hand to wipe the sweat, and smiled with relief: "Master Keigo's actions are really unpredictable." It is

said that when the wings of the goshawk passed through the sky, its sharp eyes had already locked onto the prey, and then it swooped down from the sky and hit it with one strike.

The so-called thunderous means are nothing more than this.

But following such a person may not be an easy thing.

Oshitari Ryusuke just smiled slightly and cast his eyes to the other side of the glass wall.

"Director Oshitari, the situation seems bad." Sato Nobuhiko stared at the operating table and said suddenly.

The others came to their senses and saw a magnified blood on the observation screen.

"Doctor Oshitari, the patient is bleeding heavily!" Asano Rima's hand holding the tweezers was frozen in mid-air, and her lips hidden behind the mask trembled slightly, trying her best to suppress the faint panic.

The cold plain mirror emitted a white light, and it was unclear what complex colors were revealed behind it. Oshitari Yushi looked up at the flashing figure above, lowered his head, and took a deep breath: "Calm down, give me gauze, nurse Asano."

"Yes!" "

Tissue scissors."

"Yes!"

The young surgeon lowered his head, the surgical cap and mask covered most of his face, only revealing a cluster of dark blue like the sea, charming and quiet breath.

"Director he..." Sugiyama Keisuke frowned, his wrinkled face immersed in anxiety.

"Don't be nervous, Sugiyama-kun, Yushi can handle it." Oshiro Ryusuke just glanced at him, looked at the cold glass wall and said lightly.

The future heir of Oshiro Medical is born with many times more opportunities than ordinary people, but as a price, he has to bear enough responsibilities, and all this in front of him may not even be considered a small test.