International high seas, box.

However, when the dignitaries present took their seats, they discovered that the food presented by Shinji Shimada was not very high-end.

Although it looked like the chef had gone to great lengths to make the low-end ingredients taste high-end, and the food itself was very delicious, the fact that the ingredients were not high-end still offended the big shots present.

Although this long and narrow island country has a long-standing tradition of ryotei politics, what you eat is not important, what is important is what you talk about next; but this is a matter of attitude. For these people who are accustomed to being aloof, putting this kind of thing aside

Feeding them food from their favorite family restaurant is a form of silent teasing.

However, they were smart and did not have an attack. Instead, they showed displeasure. They only tasted every dish and spent most of the time staring at the person who was chewing slowly at the main table.

This guy hasn't spoken yet. The only one who spoke from the beginning to the end was his daughter Nobuna Shimada; and she only said some polite words or advised everyone to eat more, as if she was really just here to treat everyone.

For eating.

The old men have already calculated this offense into their own bargaining chips, and they all want to see how Shinji Shimada will end up today.

After three drinks, the maids took away all the food and served everyone the last dish - exquisite plates covered with silver-plated lids.

This may be the only tableware in the entire banquet that is worthy of the status of this group of people, but now the old men have reached the limit of their tolerance, and there is no reason to wait for the maid to help them lift the lid.

"Shinji Shimada, are you here to entertain us?"

An old man sitting in seat 3 opposite with fierce eyes and wearing a copper coin kimono spoke: "I think you don't know, we have already eaten before coming here today, just to start talking to you about that earlier.

It’s business, why are you doing this in vain?”

"We have invested in the chef's restaurant here before. He is a very capable person. I wanted to let you all enjoy his skills today, but it seems that you don't buy it." Nobuna said in a nonchalant manner.

: "As for the so-called 'business' you mentioned, we don't really want to..."

"Okay, let's talk about formality and informality later. Please agree to my last request first." Shinji Shimada finally spoke. He took the lead in opening the lid of the plate in front of him, but what was presented on the plate was not

A delicacy, but a book, "This dish is different for everyone. You need to uncover it yourself, old friends."

To be precise, it's a sheet of music.

The old men were stunned for a moment when they saw this sheet of music. They couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Shimada Shinji was selling in the gourd. However, they also followed Shimada Shinji's request and opened the lids of the plates in front of them.

Then they were surprised to find that there was indeed something different on the plate in front of everyone.

"Mine is a collection of poems."

"A toy airplane? What does that mean?"

"A bunch of plastic screws? Shimada, what do you mean? Don't give us a bad look."

…

Wandering around the box, the guests picked up the things on the plates and looked at them.

They were a little confused about Shinji Shimada's performance art.

"Of course these things have a background." Nobuna on the side said before his father spoke: "Their creators are all ordinary civilians in this country."

"It can be seen that these things may be called ingenuity, but they are not exquisite and do not look like they were made by a famous craftsman."

This is a lie, every object here is actually very exquisite, but the old men here are all human beings, and they know they can't say nice things at this time.

So Director-General Watanabe, who was sitting at the top of the table on the other side, spoke, "Shimada-kun, what exactly do you want to do with these things at this time? This has nothing to do with what we want to discuss today, right?"

"Father, he just wants you to understand what the gentlemen here have destroyed."

Seeing Director-General Watanabe pretending to be stupid, Nobuna could only continue: "Of course we know why you are so confident today."

As if by magic, Nobuna took out a notepad from under his desk, "For a long time in the past, my family has had many shady transactions with you; this is within the rules you have established.

The way to survive is also the chain you think can tie us up."

The moment Nobuna took out his notepad, Watanabe smelled something was wrong. So he immediately winked at the old man in kimono sitting next to him in seat 2.

In this long and narrow island country where aristocratic families call the shots, if you want to establish a financial group as huge as "Purple Flame Rikini", it will inevitably be accompanied by countless insider transactions.

These transaction records are the nuclear deterrent between these high-level officials and must not be disclosed to outsiders. This is also Watanabe's biggest reliance today.

They thought they could easily get control of the duelists from this banker today - it was widely rumored that the relationship between Shinji Shimada and his daughter who became a duelist was very bad. In their eyes,

This is indeed in line with the "personality". People like Shimada Shinji should only care about money.

But there seems to be something wrong with the atmosphere now... The Shimada father and daughter seem to be about to self-destruct.

"Don't say such ugly things, these are just deals, although if we tell them, you will be in a lot of trouble." Watanabe pretended to be kind and said: "Of course, add a duel secretary to assist the duelists.

The specific thing, if this matter is done, I can pretend that I haven’t seen this notebook today, it’s a great deal, Shimada-kun.”

"Every transaction here is obviously yours..."

At this time, the old man in kimono sitting in seat 2 next to Watanabe forcibly interrupted Nobuna, "The secretary-general is talking to your father, what are you talking about?!"

After hearing the old man's roar, Nobuna took a long breath and said: "I have long heard that you are particularly good at confusing right and wrong and making strong arguments..."

"Are you still talking? How indecent is that!" The old man in kimono then roared: "Shimada-kun, this is the eldest daughter you are proud of, she is just like a village girl!"

However, how could the old man in kimono, who had half of his foot in the coffin, shout louder than the young and energetic Shimada Nobuna, "It is wrong to confuse black and white. Black is black and white is white! I heard

"Decades ago, it was the elders here who launched a powerful propaganda machine and developed the power of confusing right and wrong to the extreme, allowing this country to commit heinous war crimes!"

"Innocent child, why are you shouting so loudly? Do you know what crimes are and are not crimes - where does this country come from so many resources?"

Nobuna held up the sheet of music in his father's hand and said, "You still don't understand why my father wants to show you these works by ordinary people? Even if there are no resources, there is still the wisdom of the people that can be used as wealth. However, everyone here

But you always want to turn these people who could create wealth into murder weapons, and eventually be eliminated in madness!"

"You?!" As if someone had stabbed his lungs, the old man in kimono stood up with a snap, pointed at Nobuna's nose and said: "Then you go find the Chinese, Soviets and Americans who killed these skilled craftsmen!

"

"What's wrong with the people of China, the Soviet Union and the United States in killing the devils who invaded their homes? What's wrong is that we, who started the war, turned our citizens who could create wealth into murderers who only know how to kill. So what's wrong here?

The ancestral plundering culture and hereditary 'warrior' thinking represented by your family!"

"You scold me again?! Isn't your family..."

The old man stopped suddenly in the middle of his words. He stared blankly at the Shimada father and daughter in front of him, and suddenly thought of it - although this family has pretended to be very good over the years, they have not only never given up training the ancestral swordsmanship, but also opened a

In the dojo, even the deck uses the "Six Samurai", but they really cannot be counted as "samurai".

Nobuna did not stop: "Ever since our ancestors 'abandoned their swords and grabbed bonds' at Sakai Port on the orders of Lord Ieyasu, we have tried countless times to invest in ordinary people with ideas and prospects to see if they can create wealth.

And our investment experience tells us that they can really do it. But you who sit at the highest level in this country only want to plunder - now, are you planning to turn the power of duel monsters into sharp blades in your hands?!"

"I...ahem...your ancestors would...ahem..."

"My ancestors will be proud of me."

"Pfft! Cough cough cough..."

As if he saw a disrespectful rebel, the old man in kimono spit out a mouthful of blood, and he kept coughing in defeat.

"Okay, what's the use of turning over these old accounts now?" Seemingly realizing that his side couldn't win against Shimada Nobuna in this aspect, Director-General Watanabe interrupted the debate, "And we're not going to win today either.

We are not here to discuss these issues. Maybe your guess is correct, but you don’t want these transaction records to be made public.”

The Secretary-General brought the topic back to a more realistic direction, but the development of the matter soon told him that the other party was really planning to self-destruct.

"We can take the initiative to publish it, accept criticism from the whole society, we will apologize to the whole society, and we can start to rectify it from the root - this may be difficult and will sacrifice a lot of interests. I am ready to resign at any time.

, the properties under his name have been valued and can be auctioned and paid off at any time."

The person who said this was not Nobuna, but Shinji Shimada who had been silent. After he stood up and spoke, he first patted his daughter on the shoulder and whispered in her ear: "Good job, next time

Give it to dad, you sit down first, I see your legs are shaking."

Shimada's eldest daughter, who had been arguing eloquently with the old men with her youthful spirit, finally couldn't help but sit on the chair - if this matter didn't end with dignity today, she would be the next day.

He was hanged from the Rikino Financial Building in Ginza.

However, after the short-term fear passed, her heart felt clear. This young lady who had never liked being a Yamato Nadeshiko since she was a child, liked to make friends with knights and warriors, and even used her martial arts skills to fight in groups, finally did what she wanted to do most.

The thing - uncover the worst scar on the beautiful body of a famous family, and appreciate the way these aloof guys are in pain and furious.

Nobuna's finger was on her mobile phone. She left a will for herself. If there were any changes later, she would send it to her sister Ojiao immediately.

This is the last resort. Even if they all die here today, there is still the possibility of a comeback with Ogao here.

After seeing his daughter sit firmly, Shinji Shimada continued: "We dare to start over again. Do you dare to apologize for what you did back then, accept the world's criticism, even revenge, liquidation, and get a chance to return to the human world?

"

Director-General Watanabe had a gloomy face and did not answer - he had never thought before coming that his trump card was actually a piece of paper in the eyes of the opponent!

However, if the other party actually talks to this extent and wants to uncover the rotten scars of the major families here decades ago, it is clear that they are going to break up and start a war-this is actually a good thing for Watanabe.

, he silently winked at Shuangta Kobayashi who was standing beside him. Kobayashi was startled, and then he pressed the phone with an expression on his face.

This small action naturally did not escape Shinji Shimada's sight, but he did not say anything and just watched it happen silently, as if he didn't care at all about the other party's backhand.

The door to the box suddenly opened.

"I'm sorry."

In the silence, a middle-aged man in a brown suit walked in from the door - holding an envelope in his hand.

"Chairman, the thing you entrusted me to do is done." A successful smile appeared on the visitor's face: "As you thought before, the communication records are all here."
To be continued...