On December 19, 1989, Mori Machinery Manufacturing Co., Ltd., headquarters building.

The petite but heroic Kika Fujiwara smiled. After the man named Masahiko Mori was bowed, he said leisurely: "A loan of 30 million is not a problem, but if my request is to suspend all orders on hand and transform the company into real estate, are you willing? President Mori."

"Hey? This is such a requirement..."

Learning from the way the department head looked, Fujiwara Nika successfully completed a fool of the president without blushing her face and heartbrokenly.

During the final reversal, she clearly felt the realism that the department chief said at the beginning.

Only when the most unexpected happens, the other party will take off all disguises and reveal its true side.

People are not machinery, and only when interacting with people can you understand these with your heart.

She smiled and helped up the middle-aged man who was limping on the ground because of loud crying. These days, the heavy loan pressure almost crushed him.

Dongchan is the only and the last life-saving straw!

After completing this business, Kitahara Aosuke's special financing project plan will come to an end.

Among hundreds of companies, it seems that three companies that meet the qualifications have exceeded the expectations of the department head. According to the department head, Beiyuan investment has just started and the road is still far away.

Among the three companies, one of them was not in the department and she completed it independently!

Fujiwara Kika pinched her fist and made progress!

She looked at the man smoking in the distance and ran over, preparing to seek credit and reward, asking for some boast and praise, but found that Kitahara Sosuke completely ignored her and turned his head and walked away, continuing to make a phone call.

Fujiwara Kika's mouth instantly flattened, and she cursed in her heart: "Stinky long, stupid, big stupid! Humph!"

On the other side, after setting a distance from Fujiwara Kitahara Aosuke continued to smile at the phone: "Shota, I just said that President Mie will secretly raise interest rates. Is the value of this news worth the information you had before?"

"Awesome, Aosuke! You kid can actually make a great fortune in Osaka, but to be honest, I didn't plan to believe your nonsense at first, but I really made you say it! You don't know, I felt happy when I saw my father's angry expression when I came home last night." There was a young man's voice on the other end of the phone.

His close friend of his body is the head of the Personnel Processing Section of the Personnel Department of the Tokyo Headquarters, Shota Hashimoto.

This close friend also has an identity that is almost unknown to anyone. The current Minister of the Ministry of Education, the youngest son of Ryutaro Hashimoto, who serves as the Minister of Tibetan Affairs.

Kitahara Aosuke and him are classmates from Todatong. Shota Hashimoto fell into the water and almost died once. Kitahara Aosuke jumped into the river to save him. The relationship between them has always been very good and is the only friend the original owner is still in contact.

Shota Hashimoto is eager to become a big banker. He holds trillions of funds in the future and has no interest in politics at all. He has always been incompatible with his father because of this.

The two have similarities in this regard.

Ryutaro Tsawa Hashimoto was conservative about the economic situation and did not agree with the recent increase in interest rates, but did not expect that Mie Noyashi would prepare to raise the interest rate secretly once he came to power.

Moreover, the news was seen in the newspaper yesterday, which caused a lot of discussion. The Yomiuri Shimbun exclusively revealed that "the interest rate has been raised by 0.5% this week." But Ryutaro Hashimoto, who ran to question Yasukino, only got a light sentence from the other party, "It turns out that the news has leaked out."

"Shokata, you haven't sold the stocks in your hands yet."

"Of course, it's just an increase. The stock market is not that easy to collapse. Do you have new speculations?"

"The interest rate will be raised, and it should eventually reach 6%, and the long-term interest rate will exceed 8%. "Kehara Sosuke once again threw a bombshell, "What happened recently will be until February at the latest."

"What?!" Shota Hashimoto jumped up in fear and hurriedly covered the phone again, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"This news is given to you. How to use it depends on you. Believe it or not. Now I want you to help me with some help. I will then go, Yamada Group and Inoue Logistics..."

After listening to Kitahara Sosuke's request, Sho Hashimoto didn't care much. He paid more attention to the issue of interest rate changes, which was related to the RB national economy!

"Cang Jie, aren't you kidding? Do you know how much money the consortiums have now spent on stock markets, housing markets and abroad? If this happens, everyone will be done! Why do you judge this trend?"

"By intuition, believe it or not, that's it, I'm hanging up." Kitahara Aosuke glanced at Fujiwara Kika who was kicking the little stone with his mouth flat on the side, and hurriedly hung up the phone and ran over.

"Intuition? Damn intuition? Hey hey hey..." Shota Hashimoto shouted a few words to the phone, and was speechless for a while, falling into deep thought.

"Oh, which bad guy made our Miss Fujiwara unhappy? I'll blew him out of breath for you?" Kitahara Aosuke teased and reached out to bounce the little girl's head, "Okay, don't be angry, I've seen it all, it's great, Fujiwara!"

"Hmph, I don't care!" Fujiwara Kika turned her head and stuffed the documents in her hand to him, "I'm done, go home for dinner, hum!"

She continued to kick the stone and walked forward, then suddenly turned to him and said, "Also, if you don't bounce my head in the future, you will become stupid!"

"Okay, okay, I'll take you home now." Kitahara Sosuke laughed, packed up his file bag, and finally looked at Yanmori Machinery Production Co., Ltd., which was also a waste of this future machine tool giant.

This was originally a customer of Oshima Mitsuo, but he had given up long ago. The fat pig is now sleeping in a giraffe nightclub every day, and lives a very casual life.

"By the way, I plan to eat hot pot tonight. Fujiwara, you don't eat it anymore, right?"

"Hey, are you in the family?"

"Yes, you don't eat it at your stinky asshole, big fool, right? I asked Apricot jam to prepare three servings."

"Eat, no, no, I mean I will eat it with apricot sauce."

The car rushed, and the two of them joked for a while in the car. When they returned to the apartment, Kobayashi Apricot and Shankawa Koshuri were already busy in the kitchen.

The TV was broadcasting in the living room, and it happened that Yasuhiro Mieno, who had just served as president of Nippon, was passionately telling the need to increase interest rates.

However, only 0:50% of percentage points did not cause any greater turmoil, and it would have a slight stimulation to the economy as a whole, but the effect would not be obvious.

The consortiums will probably put some pressure on him, and they will also think that this is just three fires for the new official to take office. The bubble problem is obvious to everyone, but under the huge economic advantages, most people will choose to ignore it temporarily.

After all, RB people have invested overseas. Now many of the houses in the United States are theirs. Buy them and rent them out to Americans. The desire to develop another RB overseas is about to come true. Who dares to pour cold water on everyone now?

But the shrinking manufacturing industry warned them again, like a thorn in the throats of senior executives.

How can I solve this problem?

It's very simple. Isn't it enough that all the manufacturing industries go bankrupt or all the modifications are all done.

Anyway, we have money and have invested overseas, and the American landmarks are all ours.

The old man on TV shouted anxiously, but the three girls in the kitchen chattered and discussed how to spend the New Year holiday. This is the current RB.

Kitahara Aosuke opened a can of beer, and the phone rang by the sofa, but it was Yamada Kazuma.

"Mr. Kitahara, things are as you expected, they have spent all their money."

"All spent? Four people, two million yen, two days?" Kitahara Aosuke was shocked. Did he overestimate these little hot girls?

I thought it would take at least one week.

Yamada Ichima was also surprised. He sorted out the form and prepared it for a while before delivering it to the door.

Kitahara Sosuke looked at the hot pot and seemed to have not prepared his portion. Then he coughed dryly: "Ahem, then meet down the apartment building. It's a bit inconvenient here."

"Ah, I understand, okay!" Yamada Ichima, who vaguely heard the girl's voice, showed a "I understand" expression.

Half an hour later, Kitahara Aosuke went downstairs wrapped in a windbreaker and saw Yamada Kazuma standing straight in the cold wind.

These Yakuzas are actually quite cute and are quite serious in doing things.

He presented a document with both hands and a bottle of medicine containing black pills.

"What is this?" Kitahara Aosuke looked through the documents and asked casually.

No wonder those little hot girls spend money like flowing water, buy luxury goods, go to high-end places and restaurants, and visit Cowherd's shops, and a small half of them lost to the game city.

Things like marble machines are still very popular now.

"It can greatly boost your vigor! Very useful!"

Kitahara Aosuke almost fell head-on in the snow, and he glared at Yamada Ichima: "Do you think I need this?"

"This can be strengthened! It is harmless to the body!" Yamada Kazuma quickly explained.

"Ahem, okay, let's not talk about this. Next, don't they like to play marble machines or game machines? Guide them to play more, and then borrow money." Kitanohara Sosuke took out a large paper bag from his arms, "It's five million yen, which is not enough, and continue to ask me to get it. By the way, how much is your interest?"

"One tenth of the principal a month."

"If you have to raise it to three out of ten a month, if you can't give it..." Kitahara Aosuke showed a bright smile, "You have to take some photos of them, of course, remember to give them a chance to call me."

"Yes!" Yamada Ichima was horrified when he heard this. He felt that Mr. Kitahara was more skilled in this kind of business than himself.

"Okay, I'm back, don't look at me like this. I'm not a demon." Kitahara Aosuke glared at him, then stuffed the bottle into his clothes pocket.
Chapter completed!