Saturday afternoon, General Hotel, clubhouse on the fifth floor.

In the bright club restaurant, a row of huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows provide a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery outside. The green stadium is just downstairs. At this moment, the entire club restaurant has been emptied, and the elegant wooden screen has blocked the restaurant.

A private area was enclosed. The mahogany chairs usually placed in the guest reception room were also moved out in a rare move.

In this area, ten young girls wearing sun hats and holding mallets in their hands were sitting on chairs. Next to them, there was a middle-aged man who looked quite strong and was also sitting next to them. In addition, there were

There was a man and woman standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows, wearing scales and sunflower medals on their suits.

The hotel waiters didn't know where this group of people came from. The only thing they were sure of was that this group of people should be very important. Many employees present had never seen such a grand reception of guests, even on the first day of the hotel's opening.

While many prominent people from Tokyo's Shinjuku District gathered at the scene, I didn't see the hotel setting up such a scene to entertain the guests.

Several hotel employees carefully brought two plates of ice cream and placed them in front of the girls. The signature dessert of the General Hotel is the special ice cream. The girls seemed to have just finished training on the court, with beads of sweat still hanging on their faces.

Even though it was still winter, they picked it up without any hesitation using small iron spoons.

…

At this moment, Kamesaburo was sitting in the chairman's office on the top floor of the hotel, looking at the wall with a rather dull expression, as if he had fallen into a sluggish state. He really never thought that one day, he would end up in the situation he is in today. Actually...

He actually wants to apologize to a group of vulgar people that he doesn't even care about.

The shadow of the chairman was reflected in the glass of the bookcase next to him. He seemed to have not slept well all night, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was a little messy, and he had a faint feeling of being lost.

"Bang, bang, bang." There was a gentle knock on the door, and the voice of Legal Director Watanabe came from outside the door, "Chairman, they have arrived."

"Okay, I understand." Kamesaburo breathed out, stood up slowly, straightened his tie, and then opened the door of the office, like a prisoner about to be executed.

He walked through the corridor, pressed the elevator button, and came to the fifth floor of the hotel. As he passed by, the hotel employees greeted the chairman with trepidation. Kamesaburo only felt that the scene in front of him was a bit blurry, so that he had a feeling

A sense of unreality. From the earliest years of studying abroad in the West, to the bloodbath of management when I took over. I was once so high-spirited, but now I have to apologize to others in the next ten minutes.

How...how did I get to where I am today?

Think back carefully.

Every step you take is correct.

If... if it weren't for that gentleman's pressure, why would I have suffered such humiliation?

Dragging heavy steps, Kamesaburo finally arrived outside the club restaurant on the fifth floor. The owner of the hotel group stood quietly at the door of the restaurant, as if waiting for some miracle to happen. However, in the cold reality,

There is no such messenger from heaven. After standing for five minutes, the hotel owner took a deep breath again, as if he had made an extremely important decision, and then walked into the club restaurant.

The moment he walked into the club, the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window was quite dazzling. Kamesaburo couldn't open his eyes for a moment. When he opened his eyes, he had already reached the center of this small venue.

There was a table in the middle, and on it was a settlement agreement that had already been finalized.

Next to them stood Komemon and Machiko.

Further back, there was a middle-aged man and ten girls in sportswear.

That must be Takai, the owner of the stadium, and his croquet team, Kamesaburo thought in his heart. Then his eyes fell on the table in the middle again. Next to Komemon and Machiko, there was a group of people standing there.

To young men and women.

This young man and woman stood opposite Komemon and Machiko. They also wore the Sunflower Seal on their chests. Obviously, they were the plaintiff lawyers representing Takai. Among them, the young man was quite handsome, standing there exuding

Its majestic aura is comparable to that of Gu Meimen.

As the owner of a hotel group, Kamesaburo has naturally known a lot of people over the years. He could tell at a glance that the young plaintiff lawyer opposite him was an extraordinary person. But even so, he couldn't help but be surprised, as if he didn't expect it.

Such a young man, who had forced himself into such a difficult situation, was able to overturn the situation and seal up the hotel's bank account.

Not reconciled.

Really unwilling to do so.

However, the warning of the parliamentary secretary flashed through his mind, and he thought of the horrific consequences of offending that powerful congressman. Kamesaburo was still afraid. Even at this moment, no matter how reluctant or unwilling he was, he had to put himself

His knees were pressed down.

After a brief conversation with the lawyer, Kamesaburo walked towards Takai and the ten goalball players.

"Click, click, click." The sound of leather shoes seemed quite harsh at this moment, echoing in the spacious club restaurant.

Kamesaburo's breathing was already a little disordered, and he staggered to the front of the goalkeeper team. He took a deep breath, silently reciting the apology lines he was about to say, and then he closed his eyes, and gradually

His neck was slightly bent and he lowered his head.

"Is there such an attitude of closing your eyes when apologizing?" Takai bulged his huge biceps, slammed the table, and said loudly with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

Kamesaburo was immediately frightened and took a step back involuntarily. His usual arrogance of looking down on others completely disappeared. He raised his head in fear and looked forward with a trembling face.

It wasn't until the moment when Tao Jing shouted that he truly saw the faces of the people in front of him.

The coach of the goal team, as well as the ten goal team players behind him, all cast eleven sharp eyes on Kamesaburo. At this moment, it was as if Kamesaburo was being slapped in the face one after another.

Kamesaburo's psychological defense suddenly collapsed like a bursting dam. He completely lost control of his expression, opened his mouth, and said in a trembling voice:

"Yes... I'm sorry. Coach Takai, yes... I'm sorry. Captain Hanada, I'm sorry. And the goal team members, Hirose, Murata, Komatsu, Tamaki, Fujiwara, Ishikawa, Kurimoto, Nonaka, Akasaka. I'm really sorry...

…”

There was a hint of crying in his voice.

This strong man who runs a hotel group seemed to be sobbing.

The next second, Kamesaburo's figure was like a collapsed mountain. He shrank suddenly, bent his knees, and knelt on the exquisite carpet of the club. His face was ashen, and he slowly raised his hands to support the floor in front of him, his whole body

Gradually he lowered himself and finally collapsed into a ball.

"I'm sorry, everyone at the stadium. Because... because, my selfish interests... have caused you such great inconvenience. I solemnly apologize to you. I really... I really can't help it!"

At this moment, a large number of waiters have gathered outside the club restaurant. When they saw this scene, they all opened their mouths, as if they had seen something extremely shocking. Although the hotel employees rarely see the chairman, they all know all kinds of harsh things.

The attendance rules and etiquette training were all formulated by the tyrannical hotel chairman. Unexpectedly, the chairman was like a child, scolded by the other party, and even bent down and knelt down.

The on-site legal team kept driving away the hotel employees who came to watch. However, the number of employees gathering at the entrance of the club restaurant was actually increasing.

Beihara looked at this scene and raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He looked at Kamesaburo's figure and got some clues. It was beyond his imagination that the other party could surrender so early. From the figure of Kamesaburo just now,

It seems that he chose to apologize because he was afraid of something happening.

However, Kitahara couldn't figure out what could make the chairman of a listed company so scared. But, it didn't matter. As long as the final result was achieved, Kitahara shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

After kneeling down, Kamesaburo stood up and staggered to the table in the middle. The scene where he just apologized seemed like he had experienced a long nightmare. He took out his personal seal and the company's seal from his hand.

The official seal is ready to be stamped on the settlement agreement.

After stamping it on the ink pad first, Kamesaburo held the official seal and was about to stamp the company's seal on the settlement agreement when suddenly there was a vibration in his pocket.

The cell phone rang.

Kamesaburo stopped what he was doing, immediately took out his phone and looked at the screen.

But there was an incoming call displayed on the screen, and the name of the caller was exactly:

Parliamentary Secretary Kurosawa Sanji.

Kamesaburo's eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't believe that the secretary would call him at this moment.

The big trees outside the Green Stadium swayed gently with the breeze. At the moment when the Akawood Hotel and the Green Stadium were about to reach a settlement, it seemed that something was about to happen. The situation that was about to be determined once again became undercurrents, and a wave of waves seemed to rise in the distance on the horizon.

There were looming waves. Everyone saw Kamesaburo apologize again, saying he had to answer an emergency call, and went out temporarily.

Kitahara leaned against the floor-to-ceiling glass window, quietly watching Kamesaburo's leaving figure. For some reason, he instinctively felt that there was something strange about the phone call. At this moment, an ancient Chinese sentence appeared in his mind:

The tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop.
Chapter completed!