Chapter 28 Reversal

Yuichi Atobe's private villa is located in the suburbs of Tokyo. The living room is in a typical medieval style with a coffee-colored main tone. The gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling was turned off, leaving only a dim lamp, making the whole room look a little dim.

The vice president of the Atobe chaebol was curled up on the sofa, smoking his cigar, slowly exhaling a string of pale smoke rings, and slowly disappearing in the dim light.

"Master Hasegawa, you can't go in..."

The corridor suddenly sounded hurried footsteps. Before the butler finished speaking, the door was knocked open with a "clang". The young man strode in with big strides, looking up, his hands in his trouser pockets, and his tall body cast a long shadow on the smooth floor.

Yuichi Atobe frowned slightly and extinguished the cigar in his hand: "Why did you just barge in like this? Are you so impatient?"

"That's because you have always refused to see me." Hasegawa Shu said lightly, with an unmoved look.

Yuichi Atobe pursed his lips and signaled the butler to leave.

"I told you to settle the Hokkaido issue as soon as possible." He stood up, stood in front of the window with his hands behind

his back, his tall figure cast on the milky white curtains, "You can't expect me to clean up the mess for you afterwards." "You should know that Kunimitsu Tezuka alone can't make me surrender!" Hasegawa Shu raised his voice slightly, "Public opinion, evidence collection, and litigation are unexpectedly smooth. I think we all know who is supporting him behind the scenes. Of course, if it were just this, I would be able to handle it, but..."

"GS withdrew the loan from Hasegawa Logistics?" Atobe Yuichi raised his eyebrows, turned around, took out a cigar from the cigarette box and lit it, and the smell of tobacco filled the air.

"Yes, if the compensation for labor disputes is withdrawn, the operation of the entire capital chain will not be maintained." Hasegawa's deep eyes fixed on him, and his words were as slow as water.

"So?" The other party asked back faintly.

"Since AX Logistics has acquired Futong, can this part of the compensation liability be borne by AX?" Shu took a deep breath without much expression.

Yuichi Atobe's fingertips trembled, and he slowly raised his head to look at the young man's handsome eyebrows. A ray of disbelief flashed through his vicissitudes of life eyes, and quickly disappeared into the deep darkness. He suddenly waved his hand and threw the cigar with sparks on his fingertips at the other person's face!

Shu subconsciously dodged, and the cigarette butt fell into the dust in a beautiful parabola, and two or three sparks were annihilated in the darkness.

The summer night wind suddenly became stronger, whistling into the living room, and lifted the white curtains high.

Thunderstorms are coming.

The next few days were rainy, and the damp and sultry air mixed together, lingering in the low air. The trial of the Futong labor case became clearer and clearer, and when the dust was about to settle, the trial suddenly had a reversal. The representative director of AX Logistics applied to appear in court, and at the same time made it clear that AX Logistics had acquired Futong, and AX was willing to bear all the compensation liabilities that Futong had not previously settled.

The final verdict was handed down, and the employees of Futong represented by Tezuka Kunimitsu won the case as expected. The unexpected result of the party responsible for compensation surprised all media and caused an uproar in the industry.

However, the matter was far from over. Another explosive news broke out immediately. The actual controlling shareholder behind AX Logistics was Yuichi Atobe, the vice president of the Atobe Zaibatsu. The subsidiary of the Atobe Zaibatsu blindly acquired Futong Logistics, allowing labor disputes and injuries and other malicious incidents to occur. The losses caused by this caused a heavy blow to its own operations...

Malicious slanderous rumors were rampant for a while. The Finance Department worked day and night to come up with a remedial and compensation plan that had been calculated and handed it to Keigo Atobe's desk. The young president just chuckled and said, "What remedial? Investing in AX is entirely Yuichi Atobe's personal behavior. If there is compensation, let him pay for it himself, ah?"

After that, he stood up leisurely and went to the regular meeting of the board of directors.

The shrewd and capable financial director held a stack of reports with dense numbers, staring blankly at his graceful back as he left, not realizing that a huge change was about to begin.

At the regular meeting of the board of directors in the afternoon, Yuichi Atobe was removed from the board and his position as vice president.

Keigo Atobe sneered and threw a large stack of data reports in front of his uncle: "The losses caused by personal investment failures should not be borne by the group. In addition, using the projects you handled to privately withhold funds and launder money outside and remit it into your own account, these things do not need me to remind you one by one, ah, uncle!"

Yuichi Atobe was forced to give up all the shares of the consortium he held as a condition for the Atobe Group to come forward to clean up the mess of AX Logistics.

"Sacrifice your own flesh to cut off the enemy's bones." When the meeting was over, Keigo Atobe stood with his hands behind his back against the windowsill, looking at the man in front of him who had aged a dozen years in an instant, and raised his lips slightly: "What is flesh and what is bone? I know better than you, uncle, what, kabaji?"

At that time, the sky, which had been gloomy for several days, finally tore open the thick clouds, and the crimson beams of the setting sun shot into the large French windows like swords, and the whole person was coated with a layer of bright colors.

Standing beside him, Takahiro Kabaji narrowed his eyes slightly, with the same wooden expression as always: "USE!"

Yuki Terajima stayed in the office until late, and it was already dusk outside the window. Looking out, you could vaguely see the bright lights on the streets of Ginza. The entire office building was empty, and you could vaguely see the dim lights in the empty corridor through the half-open door.

On the desk was today's evening paper, and the news of the dramatic personnel changes in the top management of the Atobe chaebol became the headline of the economic edition.

To outsiders, the sudden reversal was just a scheduled performance. Although she was not sure before, it had been verified.

But she did not feel the pleasure she had imagined.

She leaned back in her chair and raised her face, slightly closed her eyes, and let a tired look climb onto her forehead.

The clear ringtone of her cell phone rang, and she lazily opened her eyes and opened the flip cover of her cell phone.

"You are still outside so late, huh?" The gorgeous rising tone faintly revealed a bit of dissatisfaction.

"Something happened in the office and I will be back soon."

She didn't want to say more, and lazily closed her cell phone and prepared to get up, but the door opposite was knocked open, and Tezuka Kunimitsu strode in with a gust of wind, with a cold face, and threw the newspaper in his hand onto her desk.

The headline that caught her eye coincided with the one on her desk.

"Did you plan to do this from the beginning?"

She raised her head, her iceberg face that had never changed, and her suppressed anger.

She lowered her head and was silent for a moment: "I guess so."

This was an admission.

The pupils in Tezuka Kunimitsu's narrow phoenix eyes shrank significantly, and his slender sword-like eyebrows slightly raised. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing. He clenched his fists, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Wait a minute!" She suddenly raised her head and spoke in a hurry, but when the other party stopped, she suddenly fell silent. After hesitating for a long time, she sullenly said: "Sorry."

"This is not what I need." Tezuka Kunimitsu said lightly, his voice was harder and colder than before.

"But this is the only answer I can give." She leaned back in the chair, her eyelids drooped, and her long eyelashes cast a haze on her cheeks.

There was a long silence, and the wind broke in from the open window, lonely and empty.

"You used the name of the Atobe family to put pressure on President Seiyama, used the power of the Atobe family to promote the progress of the case, and even expected AX's intervention in the end?" The young man with a cold temperament sneered rarely, turned around slowly, and his eyes fell through the air into her pupils, "Atobe Keigo was once my respected opponent, and you are a long-term partner. I can't stop you from doing anything together, but Yuki..."

"It's just to remove obstacles for you!" She stood up and interrupted him, supporting the table with her hands, "It's not a denial of your ability! I'm sorry for causing this misunderstanding, and I'm also sorry for taking advantage of this matter, but since I've taken the first step, I have no reason not to do anything!"

"No matter what I say, you won't look back again?" Tezuka Kunimitsu just looked at her quietly, and suddenly sighed, "For the last time."

She vaguely realized something and bit her lip lightly.

"For the last time." He just repeated it, said no more, turned slowly, pushed open the door and walked out, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

In an instant, a corner of my heart collapsed.

The last consolation, the last understanding, each other's life, each other's persistence, will never intersect again.

Walking out of the door of the office, standing on the high steps, overlooking the noisy traffic and lingering neon lights in Ginza, looking up at the colorful and brilliant bustling world, stepping down the steps step by step, the thin mist gradually floated up.

"Be careful, where are you looking at!"

Lost in thought, stepped wrong, and fell into the strong embrace.

When I looked up, I met Keigo Atobe's frowning face. As soon as I came to my senses, wet liquid slid down from the corner of my eyes, so I hurriedly broke free from his arms, stood up straight, and turned my face to the side.

"What are you doing here?"

He frowned at her panicked expression, and put his arm around her waist: "Let's go back first."

The sky had already begun to drizzle with fine raindrops, as dense as needles, floating down from the misty sky, with fine textures intertwined together, falling on the glass in front of the car, and a layer of white water vapor floated.

Until the car stopped in front of the Atobe family's private residence, it was still dripping, and the sound was blocked by the car glass, but the scene in front of him was bleak.

Atobe turned off the engine, but he was not in a hurry to get out of the car. He put his hand on the steering wheel, glanced at the tired woman in the passenger seat, and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "You are sad for another man under my nose, huh?"

She didn't say anything, just rested her head on the window sill, and carefully counted the raindrops falling outside the car window.

"Are you listening to me?" Atobe's unhappiness was growing, and he raised his voice, "Knowing that Tezuka is such a person who can't tolerate any impurities, you should have been prepared to bear his anger before making such a decision!"

"It's over!"

She suddenly turned her head and raised her voice suddenly. The sudden reaction made Atobe Keigo stunned for a moment.

The woman opposite her curved her lips sadly and leaned back on the backrest of the car seat again: "I can't remember when we met, and when we became familiar with each other. Just like that, we got used to each other's existence unconsciously, graduated from Tokyo University together, passed the judicial examination together, entered AE together, and walked together until now. Finally, we have to go our separate ways..."

She raised her head, and the dim car lights flowed between her delicate eyebrows, outlining a desolate and lonely outline.

"No, we had already taken different paths before we got married."

"Do you regret it?"

She shook her head and pulled up the corners of her mouth, but a cool liquid overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

Atobe looked at her for a long time, and suddenly took action and turned her shoulders.

"Look at me, there is my shadow in your eyes. We are the same kind of people, with similar ambitions and a common battlefield. Only endless fighting can fill the emptiness in our hearts. Even if the future is filled with blood and danger, it cannot stop the desire to climb up from deep in our hearts."

"Tezuka is too upright. He does not have such strong ambitions. He is just simply excellent. He stands under the enviable sunshine. Maybe one day he will become a martyr. Perhaps, you yearn for the hot-blooded youth under the sun, but you have to stay in the dark and stay by my side. You can only stay by my side."

He looked at her, his slender fingers buckled into her thin shirt, and every word he said was loud and clear.

Then he leaned over and quietly covered her lips, first testing, then going deeper.

The woman in his arms was stunned for a moment, but did not refuse. She stretched out her arms to wrap around his neck, closed her eyes, but clear liquid flowed down uncontrollably.

The air in the narrow car gradually became humid and hot. Under the blurred lights, her tears could not stop flowing. The salty liquid seeped into the corners of her mouth along her cheeks, mixed with the classical and elegant taste of his cologne, and filled each other's mouths.

It was like two injured lonely animals, cuddling together for warmth in the cold winter night, licking each other's wounds, and comforting similar and lonely hearts.

When she was about to suffocate, he let her go. They were both panting rapidly, and the hand around her waist tightened more and more. There was a little ambiguity in his dark gray eyes. He was about to get closer again, but she pressed against his shoulder.

The woman's face was pale, and she actually showed a little panic. She dodged for a while, then broke free from his arms and opened the car door.

The temperature in the car suddenly dropped. Through the vast night, he watched the woman's figure disappear into the front door of his house. The look in his eyes darkened a little. He leaned on the seat and took out a box of mocha. A blue flame jumped out of the delicate and small lighter.

One, two.

He looked gloomily at the white smoke rings that outlined a graceful outline in the narrow space. He took a deep breath, extinguished the third mocha in the ashtray, and pushed the car door open fiercely.