Chapter 27 Drawing off the firewoodThe

first negotiation between Tezuka Kunimitsu and Hasegawa Naruto soon failed. When Terajima Yuuki learned the news on a sunny afternoon in late spring, she curled her thin lips without surprise, leaned back in her swivel chair, and let the breeze outside the window rustle the files spread out in front of her.

"Yuuki-senpai doesn't seem surprised at all." Sakai Otonashi stood in front of the desk and looked at her for a long time, and came to the conclusion without hesitation.

"There are thousands of employees who have been owed wages by Futong Logistics. If each employee is compensated at three times this rate, it will be a big blow to Hasegawa Company, which has just started to improve its capital flow. From a social perspective, it will also greatly damage the company's image." The cold and delicate woman only smiled faintly, "If you can't find a fatal handle on him, Tezuka, he won't give in easily even if he goes to court." "

Since the mediation has failed, the next step is naturally to go to court, ne, Senior Tezuka?" The young female assistant took a deep breath and cast her eyes on the golden-brown-haired young man sitting on the sofa opposite.

The latter just said "ah" to show his agreement.

"A lawsuit has been filed with the court, and the trial will be held next week." Tezuka Kunimitsu stated the facts quietly, and the sunlight shone in from the windowsill behind him, casting mottled spots of light on the thin resin lenses. "Before that, check the audit report of Futong Logistics again."

The latter sentence was said to Sakai Otonashi, and the young female assistant responded neatly, then collected the information and went out, with a capable and refreshing movement.

"You are getting more and more comfortable using my people now." The cold woman sitting behind the desk glanced at him indifferently, and it was hard to tell whether she was happy or angry in her words.

"This is just once, and it won't happen again."

"It doesn't matter. I don't have many cases on hand anyway." She supported her cheek with her hand and raised her eyelids to appreciate the bright sunshine outside the window. "Maybe I have been absent from work for too long.

" "It's better not to be too tired before your body is fully recovered." At her true and false complaints, Tezuka Kunimitsu smiled, but after thinking about it, he straightened his expression, "Did you go to see President Makotoyama this time?"

The atmosphere became stagnant for a while. She looked at him, and a few inexplicable colors quickly faded in her deep eyes. She pulled the line of her lips: "Eh?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu sighed faintly: "Forget it."

He stood up, turned around and opened the door: "I didn't want to drag you in."

"I also said that you can't win alone." She lowered her head, and she was a little afraid to look him in the eye.

The young man standing by the door looked at her quietly, with a few indifferent and invisible arcs on the corners of his mouth. He turned around and walked out without saying anything.

She leaned back on the thick chair, staring blankly at the empty corridor outside the open door, feeling a little disappointed for a moment.

The phone rang at this time. She opened the flip phone and looked at the unfamiliar number on the screen, and couldn't help frowning.

When she came to the cemetery again, the grass and trees had spread lushly, and there were large areas of tea.

Terajima Yuki looked at the man standing in front of the stone tablet from a distance, and only felt the leaves falling.

"Don't you think it's too late to come here now?"

"Do you think I don't want to come back?" The man's sunglasses had been taken off, and the contours of his facial features were clear, but the vicissitudes of life that had settled down made it difficult for her to see clearly.

She pulled the corners of her mouth, without saying anything, but there was a hint of sarcasm.

"Back then, even though I graduated from Harvard, I was just a poor boy with a clean family in the political and economic circles of Japan. Even after I crossed the ocean and went to Wall Street, I was once on the verge of begging on the streets. When your mother died, I happened to be seriously ill. When I was discharged from the hospital, I was already heavily in debt. I had to work in a street restaurant to pay off the debt. After that, I lost contact with my family and didn't even know that my son was born. I lived a dark life every day, holding only a glimmer of hope to make a name for myself, until one day I was noticed by a giant on Wall Street and listed on the stock exchange. I started from the bottom step by step, and paid off all my debts bit by bit, only then did I have the opportunity to inquire about my family in Japan. It was two or three years ago that I learned about your siblings. At that time, the company's top management changed and reorganized, and I was caught up in it and couldn't get out to look for you, so I put it aside for a while, but I didn't expect..."

The man's voice was low, and more than a decade of golden years flowed slowly like water, leaving only thousands of gravels gradually accumulating on the riverbed. Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes fell on the clear eyebrows of the boy in the black and white photo on the stone tablet, and he actually let out a long sigh.

Youji didn't speak. He couldn't tell the truth from the falsehood in his words, and he didn't want to tell. He just lowered his eyelids and let the wind whistle past his ears.

"The person is already dead, what's the point of saying this?" She raised the corner of her lips, her cold smile like a knife, "If that's the case, why did you leave us in the first place? Mother left her family and future for you, isn't it better than your so-called future?"

"Your uncle ordered the Japanese industry at that time to ban me. Without a job and money, how can I protect my family? Not to mention your mother..." He turned his head and clearly saw the astonishment in her eyes that was difficult to conceal. He suddenly realized something and stopped the words that were about to come out, and turned his eyes away without leaving a trace. "It's my fault that I didn't ask about you all these years. I tell you this not to get your forgiveness."

He sighed, raised his eyelids and looked into her eyes. The similar eyebrows were engraved with sharp lines by the wind.

"You came back this time, not just to find me, right?"

He didn't answer, but just handed over a gold-plated business card.

Lane Lindsay, General Agent of GS Group in Asia Pacific, Chairman of GS Bank Japan Branch.

The exquisitely printed cursive words stung her eyes. She looked up in shock, looking at the other person's deep eyes and didn't know what to say.

"The inauguration ceremony will be held in the near future. This time we apply to Japan, and we will have a long time to get along." He just looked at her quietly, "Maybe you think it's unnecessary, but Youji, you are my daughter, I hope my power can protect you when necessary."

After the man finished speaking, he sighed, took out his sunglasses and put them on, brushing her shoulders and walking away. The hem of his windbreaker was blown high by the wind.

She clutched the thin piece of paper and looked dazed for a moment.

Suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!"

He stopped and turned back.

"Cancel the loan of Hasegawa Company, can you do it?"

She straightened her back and looked straight into his eyes, her eyes were sharp and her voice was sonorous.

Lan En was slightly stunned and looked at her for a long time.

Suddenly he licked his dry lips: "Try it."

The moment he turned around, her eyes became blurred. Did she agree?

The entire northern hemisphere soon entered the lush summer at an uneven pace. The first trial of the Futong Logistics labor dispute case kicked off amidst the heated public opinion hype in major media. No one knew where the news leaked, but the attention given by major media far exceeded the expectations of both parties. Hasegawa Company was suspected of withholding employees' wages and maliciously beating them, and the young and cutting-edge lawyers from AE Law Firm stood up to speak out for justice, etc. Newspapers, television, the Internet... seemed to have changed overnight. The similar rhetoric was enough to become the focus of attention. Whether it was due to a sense of justice or someone deliberately guided it, it no longer mattered.

During the third trial, Keigo Atobe had just received a gold-stamped invitation to the inauguration reception for the new chairman of GS Japan Branch. He lazily leaned back in his chair and ran his slender fingertips over the beautifully printed cursive English letters, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Lane Lindsay, have you heard of this name, uncle?"

He glanced at the shrewd man sitting at the side of the desk, and raised a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.

"It is said that he was once the best trader on Wall Street. He was spotted by the top management of GS Group and gradually entered the core of the power of the consortium. This time, he is entrusted with an important task." Yuichi Atobe curled up on the sofa without commenting. He was still a shrewd and cunning hero, but he seemed a little tired recently. "He doesn't seem to like showing up in front of people. Few people in the Japanese industry should have seen his true face."

"Heh!" Keigo Atobe played with the exquisitely crafted big red invitation and suddenly chuckled. "Are you planning to enter the Japanese market?"

"After a few years of trial and error, it's time." Yuichi Atobe sighed lightly, a simple statement without any ingredients. "It looks very interesting, huh?"

Atobe chuckled, looking nonchalant.

His uncle frowned. The arrogance and domineering that this young man inadvertently exuded always made him feel unhappy.

"Speaking of which, the lawsuit against Hasegawa Company seems to be going very badly." Atobe changed the subject without caring. His peripheral vision swept across the other person's eyes, which were as cold as the autumn wind and falling leaves.

"I heard that AE's lawyers seem to be very capable this time, and all the evidence points to the disadvantage of Futong." Atobe Yuichi looked at him deeply. The collection of evidence and the direction of public opinion are definitely not something that a lawyer can do.

"I am just worried about the progress of the cooperation with Hasegawa Logistics." As if sensing his probing gaze, Atobe smiled, and his fingertips loosened, and the bright red invitation card fell lightly on his desk.

At this time, the knock on the door rang three times, and Akiyama Takuma stepped in with a folder. Just as he was about to speak, he glanced at the vice president on the side, hesitated for a moment, and saw Atobe Keigo nodded slightly before clearing his throat and speaking: "President, the third trial has ended. If there is no reversal evidence, Futong Logistics may lose the case."

Atobe Yuichi's face froze slightly, and he did not speak.

"In addition..." Akiyama paused, "There is an internal source saying that GS Japan branch withdrew its 10 billion yen loan to Hasegawa Logistics."

Hasegawa Shu felt cold hands and feet sitting in his black Spyker. The fatigue brought to his body and mind by the verbal sparring in the court disappeared when he received the news, and was replaced by lingering shock and panic.

"The reason is that Hasegawa had a funding crisis last year. If we lose this lawsuit, the investment risk will increase." Assistant Hamasaki Minami, who was sitting beside him, reported the details to him in a low voice. The small space in the car was filled with a low and oppressive atmosphere. "From the bank's perspective, it can't be considered a breach of contract." "

Try to make an appointment with Director Fujii for me."

"Director Fujii has resigned. GS headquarters has appointed a new chairman. It is said that he was parachuted in from Wall Street. The decision to withdraw the loan was also his idea."

Hasegawa Shu narrowed his eyes as his fists tightened and disappeared into his slightly longer sleeves. Spyker was walking through the bustling streets. A shiny black Rolls-Royce turned at the intersection ahead. The gold-plated A logo was dazzling in the afterglow of the setting sun. It whizzed past the Spyker's body, and the wind was sharp.

Atobe Keigo took off his sunglasses and looked at the black Spyker getting farther and farther away in the rearview mirror. He smiled coldly. The phone in the car rang at that moment, so he answered it and plugged in the earphone.

Soon his car stopped in front of the towering office building of AE. He looked up and saw the cold and indifferent woman standing on the high steps, looking up at the colorful sky. She was wearing a black lace shirt and slim trousers, casting a thin and narrow shadow on the ground.

A black swan.

He rolled down the window and couldn't look away for a moment.

Terajima Yuki withdrew his gaze and his eyes fell on the eye-catching Rolls-Royce not far away and the gorgeous man who matched it. He was slightly stunned for a moment, then walked down the steps step by step, approached, and opened the car door.

"You actually drove here by yourself, it's rare."

"Just think of it as a whim." Atobe curled his lips, "Where's Tezuka?"

"He went back early to prepare materials for the next trial."

"As expected of Tezuka, he never slackens off until the last moment." Atobe chuckled and put his hands on the steering wheel, with an elegant and leisurely posture. After a long time, he spoke, his voice was calm and calm, but the waves were surging secretly:

"GS Japan Branch withdrew the 10 billion yuan loan to Hasegawa Logistics."

She sat up straight at once, and the shock expression that was difficult to conceal flashed across her face, which was all captured in his sharp eyes.

"Shocked?"

"10 billion, all withdrawn, he was able to do it."

She leaned her stiff body against the soft car seat, took a deep breath, and said only one sentence in a low voice.

Lane Lindsay, once the best trader on Wall Street and one of the top executives of GS Group, what kind of power does he hold behind him?

Atobe Keigo narrowed his eyes, a sharp cold edge flashed in his dark gray pupils and quickly extinguished, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Isn't this good, huh?"

Yes, very good.

She curled her lips, the last ray of sunset glow in the sky had faded, and the dark blue night was like a curtain closing in all directions.

"The inauguration reception is scheduled for next week, do you want to go together?"

The Rolls-Royce was driving through the streets full of lights and wine. She closed the gold-stamped invitation in her hand and put it aside casually. She rested her wrist on the window sill and propped up her cheek, and slowly closed her eyes: "No need."

Atobe's eyes swept across her slightly tired profile, paused for a moment, and only curled the corners of his lips: "Well, it's up to you."