Chapter 30

The Hilton Hotel was bustling with singing and dancing on the night of the transaction.

The inauguration ceremony of the chairman of the Japan branch of GS Bank brought together various elites from the Japanese industry. Even though people were not familiar with the name Lane Lindsay before, the strong and intensive media reports over the past few days have already dug up the life of this Asian Wall Street executive in detail, and added some legendary colors. However, the various secret rumors before have long become dust in the past that are unknown to outsiders.

Nowadays, various people in the industry do not actually know much about this Wall Street financial giant who parachuted into Japan. They just have more speculations about the direction of GS in the Japanese market in the future. As the leader of the industry, the attitude of Atobe Securities in the future is also eye-catching.

Atobe Keigo chose a corner and sat on the sofa. His sharp eyes passed over the exquisite high-footed glass in front of him and fell on the elegant man in the distance. He lazily drooped his eyelids, leaving a haze.

"You don't look well tonight, Atobe?" Oshige sat in the opposite corner and shook the wine glass in his hand at him. "Even if GS will make a big move on the Japanese financial industry next, you don't have to be so sensitive, right?"

Atobe raised his eyelids and sneered: "Am I such a weak person, huh?"

Oshige laughed, his eyes fell on the young man drinking alone opposite him from afar: "But speaking of it, the one you really care about is Hasegawa Nakata. I heard that this time GS has come to cut off the source of the problem."

"What do you want to say?"

"Lan Lindsay gave you a big benefit as soon as he took office." Oshige's voice was lazy, but his smile was slightly restrained. "Don't you think it was too easy to get it?"

"Don't say that your Oshige family didn't benefit from it this time." After understanding what he meant, Atobe just sneered, "Don't worry, I know what's going on. You should hurry up and clean up the mess in the University of Tokyo Hospital." Oshige

was stunned for a moment, then showed an expression of being seen through.

The financial crisis encountered by Hasegawa Logistics directly affects the investment of Meishin Medical University in the Tokyo University Hospital. It is a rare opportunity for the Oshitari family, which lost in the last competition.

Kansai Wolf showed a tacit smile, raised his glass, and was about to say something, but he looked up and saw the new chairman of GS walking towards him with a glass of wine. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly: "Well, the protagonist of tonight is here." "

President Atobe, Master Oshitari, thank you for coming tonight."

Lane Lindsay stood under the light, his suit was straight, and there was a trace of vicissitudes left by the years in his delicate eyebrows. The moment the light flowed, there was a fleeting but fierce aura. Oshitari Yuuji nodded gracefully, and intuitively felt that this man's methods would not be inferior to any of their powerful fathers.

"You are so polite, Mr. Lindsay." Atobe raised an arrogant arc, leaned sideways, but lowered his voice, "Speaking of which, should I address you respectfully, father-in-law?" The

almost inaudible voice passed by his ears. Lane Lindsay seemed to be surprised by his straightforwardness, slightly tilted his head and smiled.

"What is this?"

"The room number I reserved. If the chairman is free, please come over and have a chat."

In an inconspicuous corner, Hasegawa Shu handed over a note, but GS director Fujii Kei looked embarrassed.

"But, the chairman seems to have an appointment tonight."

Hasegawa Shu's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes swept across the entire venue. Suddenly, his face changed, and he turned and walked out of the venue, walked down the long steps, got into his own Spyker with a cold face, slammed the door, and the black Spyker drove away.

The young man leaned his forehead against the cold car window and didn't speak for a long time. He suddenly took out his cell phone and pressed a series of numbers. In the night, the dim light of the cell phone flickered faintly in his lacquered eyes.

The empty mechanical sound rang in his ears for a long time, and then a woman's indifferent voice responded. Hasegawa suddenly smiled, mixed with an inexplicable irritation and anger, but it outlined a bit of weirdness in the depths of the dark night.

Terajima Yuki just came out of the bathroom and stood on the balcony behind the bedroom with the phone close to her ear. She frowned unconsciously through the dreary air of the summer night.

"I thought you would attend your uncle's inauguration ceremony tonight."

"..."

"It's really unexpected. I didn't expect my uncle to give me such a big gift."

"..."

"But then again, this is what you planned from the beginning, right?"

"..."

"Hey, You Ji..."

"Shu." The woman interrupted him coldly, her voice smooth and emotionless, "Are you angry?"

Hasegawa Shu was slightly stunned, laughed dumbly, leaned his head on the soft car seat, looked at the rapidly changing neon lights outside the window, and did not speak for a while.

"Do you have the qualifications to be angry in front of me?" She only said faintly, raised her eyes, and her sight passed through the vast darkness.

Shu was silent, but it didn't last long: "You Ji, you are courting death."

His voice became cold, but every word was unusually clear, and then he hung up and extinguished it in the dark night.

She was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered her hands, closed the flip cover of her phone, turned around and walked into the room, sat down on the wide bed, stared at the dim wall lamp at the head of the bed for a long time, and sighed deeply.

When Lane Lindsay walked into the elegant and simple box, Atobe Keigo had been waiting on the tatami for a long time. He stood up and bowed slightly to each other and sat down. A pot of top-quality oolong on the coffee table was already emitting a refreshing and refreshing aroma.

"I'm sorry to bother you on such a day." Although he said sorry, Atobe Keigo's face did not show any regret. Instead, he raised the corners of his lips slowly, showing a three-point elegance and arrogance.

Lane Lindsay saw it and just smiled calmly: "No, it's rare for President Atobe to condescend to call me father-in-law."

"I am also flattered by your gift this time." Atobe's smile became more and more intense, and he raised his hand to pour a cup of strong tea.

"That was just Yuki's request." Lann said lightly, raised his hand to hold up the teacup and took a sip, then slowly said: "Although I don't know why you are getting together, but since she asked, I have no reason to refuse."

This simple fact did not surprise Atobe, he just smiled slightly, but his words were a bit sharper: "It sounds like a touching father-daughter relationship, but it seems that Yuki doesn't seem to appreciate you very much. You haven't asked her much in the past ten years?"

The teacup in the other's hand stagnated slightly in the air, and then slowly put it down after a moment. Lann Lindsay raised his eyelids, and his eyes that had experienced vicissitudes were bottomless: "Indeed, I feel guilty about her, but Atobe-kun, this does not mean that you can use this relationship to make demands on me."

Atobe Keigo's face was rarely stiff, and the sharp sight in his dark gray eyes dimmed slightly.

But it was only for a second.

The corners of his mouth raised up a beautiful arc again: "In your eyes, am I so unbearable?"

"Then who is sitting here now, is it the president of the Atobe Zaibatsu, or my son-in-law, Kyosuke Terajima?" The other person's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared at the purple-gray haired young man in front of him.

Atobe Keigo had not expected his directness, and when he looked up and met his sharp gaze, he felt an unshakable displeasure.

It was not just the humiliation and anger after his thoughts were exposed.

After a moment, the young head of the Atobe family raised his eyebrows coldly, and his smile became more brilliant: "Is this important, huh?"

"GS wants to continue to expand the Japanese market. It will be difficult without the support of Atobe Securities. This is an obvious fact." Lann raised his eyebrows slightly, but heard the gorgeous voice continue to rise, "But on the Hasegawa Company side, I'm afraid President Kenshin is not happy to see your return?"

"Are you threatening me, young man?" The other party laughed coldly, "You must know that for bankers, when choosing partners, they should not be swayed by personal emotions."

"You accepted my invitation tonight, which proves that you have made up your mind, right?" Atobe raised his eyebrows, "The cooperation between GS and the Atobe Zaibatsu will not cause you any loss. This is my promise."

Suddenly changing his self-proclaimed name, Atobe's mouth was smiling, but his words were sonorous and powerful. Lann Lindsay stared at him for a long time before slowly speaking:

"As expected of you, you are the son of Atobe Jingyi. No." He smiled slightly, "Maybe you are better than your father."

Atobe raised the corner of his mouth and stood up: "For details, I will visit you again when I have time."

He bowed deeply and stood up to leave.

Lan En sat there without moving, waiting for the footsteps to fade away, and the smile in his eyes gradually receded like a tide. He just looked at the tea that had cooled down in front of him, and spoke slowly and slowly:

"You are the son of Atobe Jingyi. What Atobe Jingyi couldn't do back then, what can you do?"

What can you do?

Atobe Jingwu naturally couldn't hear this sentence.

After a long talk, the cocktail party was coming to an end, so he quietly withdrew, found his own car, and drove all the way to the depths of the dark night.

The extended version of Lincoln, with only a dim light in the car, shining on the tear mole at the corner of the eye, added a bit of uncertainty.

Sitting at the side, Takuma Akiyama carefully looked at his face, opened his mouth but didn't say anything, but suddenly heard a gorgeous voice saying, "That matter, continue."

Takuma Akiyama was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and replied, "Yes, Master."

After a moment, he said, "Master, have you reached an agreement?"

"For the time being, GS will not target the Atobe Zaibatsu, and this is enough for me." Atobe put his wrist on the window sill, clasped his index finger against his brow, and his saber-like eyes swept through the beautiful neon lights outside the window as the car speeded, and he curved his mouth.

What he, Atobe Keigo, needed was just some buffer time, and it would take time for GS Bank to penetrate the Japanese financial industry.

Akiyama soon understood, raised the corners of his lips slightly, lowered his head, and stopped talking.

But, it might be taking advantage.

Suddenly thinking of the meaningful words of the chairman of the GS Japan branch just now, the unpleasant feeling surged up like a tide.

Keigo Atobe's eyes dimmed. He had inadvertently driven the black Lincoln across the winding mountain road and stopped in front of his villa. He looked up and saw that the window of the second-floor bedroom was dim. He was stunned for a moment before he pushed the door and got out of the car.

Yuki Terajima sat up from the bed, panting slightly. The dim skylight shone through the milky white curtains. Her eyes wandered around in a daze, and she felt an inexplicable palpitation.

She had always been a very light sleeper, and occasionally suffered from insomnia. Sometimes she would sit up in a startle after being possessed by a nightmare, and then she would lean against the head of the bed and quietly look at the faint white skylight for a long night. At dusk,

the father and son had a private conversation in the living room. She didn't hear it clearly, but just filtered it carefully in her mind. However, she was struck by Hasegawa Shu's words, and her heart was inexplicably flustered and irritated.

She spread her palms in the dark, and there was nothing between her fingers. After all, she couldn't hold anything.

She was just surprised. It was originally an alliance based on interests. Where did this irritation come from?

With a click of a switch, a wall lamp by the door suddenly lit up. She raised her eyelids as if startled, only to see the man standing by the door, his Armani suit casually draped over his arm, the collar of his light-colored shirt slightly open, his posture lazy but elegant, but with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

"What are you doing sitting there alone so late?"

His eyes moved down, resting on the woman's pale face, frowning and walking over: "What's wrong, did you have a nightmare?"

He threw the suit in his arms casually at the end of the bed, sat down on the edge of the bed, and reached out to put his arm around her shoulders, but she subconsciously shrank back and avoided him without a trace.

Atobe Keigo's dark gray pupils shrank slightly, and the dim light outlined the sharp-edged features.

At this side, are you still going to resist his approach?

The color in her eyes changed several times, and she finally spoke solemnly: "How much did you hear?"

After he spoke, her helpless expression, which had not been put away at first, gradually faded away. She leaned against the head of the bed and lowered her eyelids: "I have heard almost everything I should and shouldn't hear."

In response to her confession, Atobe just raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "GS and the Atobe chaebol will not have any conflicts for the time being, there is no need to be so nervous."

"Have you reached some kind of agreement?"

She raised her eyes, her eyes were indifferent, as if she was just stating something irrelevant.

"I must completely suppress my uncle's power, and during this period of time, I must not be stabbed in the back." Atobe's face was gloomy and uncertain, "Mingzhen Medical University has already had a leak in the controlling funds of the Dongda Affiliated Hospital. What role did he play in the equity dispute at the beginning? What kind of manipulation was involved in the operation? Don't you want to know?"

His voice was cold and resounding at night, and it seemed as if it was the cold and desolate autumn night in my memory, when the grass and trees were withered and yellow, and everything was silent.

"Of course I won't forget."

The woman's cold face was stiff, her slender fingers were twisted, and her joints were delicate.

Atobe looked at her coldly, knowing that it had brought back her unpleasant memories. He sighed silently in his heart and reached out to cover her cold fingertips.

This time she did not dodge, but just let the warm breath penetrate her skin, turned away lightly, and sighed: "Yes, as long as it is like this, what else matters."

The emotions between people are as shallow as paper, and only interests can make each other closely connected. In this case, what does it matter whether it is true or false, real or fake, not to mention that they were just accomplices who got what they needed at the beginning.

She is the daughter of the new chairman of the Japanese branch of GS Bank. Although it is ironic, it is a fact after all.

As if he had sensed something behind her words, Keigo Atobe's eyes froze, and in just a moment they became as cold as a knife. He exerted a little force on his hands, and she raised her head in pain, but saw his cold and gloomy eyes locked on her thin body. After a moment, he suddenly came over, climbed onto her shoulders, lowered his head and fiercely grabbed the tip of the woman's cold lips.

Caught off guard.

She was forced to bear his force, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Keigo Atobe was angry, and no matter how well he concealed it, it still revealed her feelings. They couldn't get around each other, but there was an area they dared not touch.

The mixed smell of cologne and tobacco filled her mouth, a familiar taste, but at first it was mixed with a few inexplicable confusions, as if it was not a plunder in extreme anger, but just a moment of tenderness to soothe the faint uneasiness. She looked up in surprise, but saw that his narrow and long phoenix eyes were slightly closed. What kind of expression was in his eyes was unknown. There was only a tear mole that was extremely charming, and it was dazzling in the dim light.

She panicked for no reason and closed her eyes in a hurry, but he had already resumed his previous dominance, bypassing the barriers of teeth and shells and driving straight in. A game of chasing and escaping with lips and tongues tore her last dam.

Addiction and sobriety, struggle and intoxication.

When he let her go, there was a vague light and shadow in his eyes, but he was surprisingly clear after arguing one by one. He leaned down to look at the woman leaning against the pillow, lowered his head and slowly untied the belt around her pajamas.

"Atobe..."

"Are you scared?" Atobe smiled, his fingertips resting on the loose knot of his belt. He didn't look up, his voice was low but unusually clear: "At this point, neither you nor I have room to retreat. If you are afraid, you should try to trust me."

She opened her mouth slightly, not knowing whether she was sad or happy. The sour feeling was stuck deep in her throat, unable to speak. She let him reach into her already loose collar and kiss her along her slender neck.

It was like the withering of cherry blossoms, rustling down, flowers blooming and falling, the ebb and flow of the tide.

When the city fell, she was still shaking uncontrollably because of the pain. He tightened her waist and bent down to kiss the corners of her cold lips. The heavy breathing and the woman's low moaning were lost in the rustling shadows of the trees outside the window.