For three or four days after the rain stopped, no one disturbed him, and the days were uncharacteristically peaceful.
The calm Minamoto no Laiguang felt a little uncomfortable.
Except for Mizusawa Natsuye, who occasionally had contact with him, several other girls who were deeply involved with him died out at the same time.
It's like turning on do not disturb mode.
Although he could feel that a storm might be brewing secretly, Minamoto no Yorimitsu was not worried and instead found something to do for himself to pass the time.
The warm sunshine fills the streets, and the commercial street here has a strong atmosphere. Fashionable women can be seen everywhere, and the female students have a youthful beauty.
"That's the overall situation. After Mr. Yuan signs the contract, I will complete the transfer within a week."
"It's really troublesome, Ms. Takizawa."
"It's just what you should. If you have any questions later, you can contact me at any time."
Standing in what was still a clothing store, Minamoto Yorimitsu glanced not far away and saw the ancient city lawyer who was talking to the owner of the clothing store who rented the store.
Next to him was a young woman wearing a windbreaker with permed and dyed brown curly hair. She was the owner of these shops and she was here to transfer them.
Shijo Kawaramachi is considered prosperous not only in Shimokyo Ward, but also in the entire Kyoto. Of course, there is no shortage of people, and there is no room for rent.
Therefore, when these shops were transferred, they were not transferred as vacant rooms, but were renewed by the merchants who originally rented them, but with a different person paying the rent.
While he was still observing his surroundings, Miss Takizawa next to him asked curiously: "Mr. Yuan seems to be very young. Has he just graduated from college?"
Her voice sounded crisp, which made Minamoto no Yoriguang feel as if she had taken a bite of egg yolk cake.
In Minamoto no Yorimitsu's sight, the young lady named Takizawa seemed to know how to dress well. Her dark brown curly hair hung down on her windbreaker, and her neckline was slightly open to reveal the white sweater underneath. She was slim and showed off her figure.
What's more important is that the other party actually has blue eyes.
Even the bridge of his nose is very tall and straight, and his fair skin does not look like that of an Asian. He is most likely a mixed race.
It’s just that it’s not easy to ask too many questions when you meet for the first time.
Through the brief conversation just now, he knew that the Miss Takizawa in front of him was still unmarried and a returnee from overseas, with a strong aura of studying abroad.
If you only look at it from the surface.
It doesn't appear to be an infectious disease.
But judging from the more confident tone of the other party's conversation just now, Minamoto Noraimitsu concluded that the other party was most likely not the kind of scheming green tea person who was duplicitous in appearance.
So he wasn't very interested.
"That's right." Minamoto norimitsu said with a smile.
He spoke vaguely, mainly because he didn't want to explain too much, which was equivalent to being perfunctory.
But maybe the temperament is too unique.
Or maybe the distance between the two people is relatively close.
This simple smile made Takizawa Miki's heart beat faster, and she was teased with a smile by this young man with deep eyes and mysterious temperament.
She flipped up her brown hair, the scent of roses wafted over her, and her original confidence turned into a joke:
"Looking at Mr. Yuan's age, he should have graduated with a bachelor's degree at most, right? So I'm three years older than you."….
Women will not take the initiative to reveal their age.
Unless there is a close intention, or this Miss Takizawa is greatly influenced by Western customs.
So I don’t care about such small topics.
"You are more attractive when you are older."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu responded with a smile, and then suddenly asked: "Why is Miss Takizawa thinking of transferring the store?"
Shijo Kawaramachi is an excellent shopping street.
If it weren't for the simulator reward, if you buy it at market price, it would cost at least several hundred million yen for one store.
Moreover, there is still a situation where there is a price but no market.
What's more, compared to a one-time quick payment, based on the current planning map given by the Kyoto Prefectural Government, within the next ten years, here
It is still a bustling commercial area.
He actually had no interest in asking. After all, the simulator had been arranged. He was just changing the subject.
"My family has some financial problems and needs money in other areas, so I had to sell some real estate."
When this question was mentioned, Takizawa Miki blinked and gave the actual answer.
Selling real estate for working capital.
This is a very reasonable reason to sell the store.
Minamoto Yorimitsu didn't intend to tease the other party anymore. He glanced at a man outside the store and was about to end today's business negotiation. He gestured to the other party and said with a smile:
"I have no problem. Miss Takizawa, if you have friends waiting for you, you don't have to worry about me."
Outside the bright and transparent store, a man with freckles on his face was pacing back and forth, looking inside from time to time, and his eyes fell on Takizawa.
This man should be Takizawa Miki's friend.
When Minamoto Yorimitsu first arrived, he and Takizawa Miki stood outside the door talking. When they started talking about business, the man waited outside alone.
He also found an excuse to leave.
But when these words fell into Takizawa Weixi's ears, they changed their taste, and she couldn't help but be slightly startled for a moment.
She suddenly became thoughtful, and then explained: "Just an ordinary friend."
After smoothing the hair around her ears, Takizawa Miki glanced at the man in the distance, suppressed a trace of impatience in her eyes, turned her head to look at Minamoto no Yorimitsu and said:
"I have something to ask Mr. Yuan."
"Miss Takizawa, please speak."
"I just came back from abroad. I have been studying abroad since I was a child. When I came back, I found that my hometown has changed a lot. If Mr. Yuan is free, why don't we go shopping together on the weekend?"
"Of course." Minamoto Yorimitsu maintained a decent smile: "It's just that for a girl as beautiful as Ms. Takizawa, I would have to queue up if I want to invite her, so it's better not to offend others."
Such a beautiful girl.
Frankly speaking, Takizawa Miki would have vomited hearing these words in the past many years.
What's more, I used to live in the West.
Others express their emotions more obviously, and they will only say things like how beautiful you are, or you have a good figure.
But it was different when these words were spoken by Yorimitsu Minamoto, a young man with a mysterious temperament and handsome appearance.
It always feels like the words come from the heart.
Maybe this is the function of the face.
Takizawa Miki showed a bright smile.
But what Minamoto Yorimitsu said next made her a little embarrassed: "Ms. Takizawa's friends seem to be impatient, so it's better that I don't disturb you."…
"Huh? He..." Takizawa Miki was stunned for a moment, and then she saw Minamoto Yorimitsu looking at him quietly with a smile.
There is no intention of asking for an online account.
There was no sign of invitation, it seemed because the men outside were polite and didn't bother.
Takizawa Miki's impatience grew even stronger.
But because of her face, she couldn't invite Yorimitsu Minamoto anymore, so she could only smile and said softly:
"In this case, I won't disturb Mr. Yuan from visiting the store. If you have any questions later, feel free to come to me."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu nodded, showing a decent and indifferent smile: "Then I'll trouble Miss Takizawa."
"This doesn't count..."
Just when Takizawa Miki was about to say more polite words, but at the same time regretting that he could not continue to develop, a friendly voice came from the side.
"Miki-chan, Misi-chan!"
The man who was waiting outside the door just now walked directly in. Without hesitation, he drank directly in the direction of Takizawa Miki, trotting and shouting.
Yelling in public is not only disrespectful to oneself.
The person being shouted at will also be extremely embarrassed. At least looking at Takizawa Miki's darkened face, Minamoto Yorimitsu knew that she was not in a good mood right now.
The freckled man came to her side with a smile.
But he doesn't seem to be very aware of words and expressions.
Takizawa Miki, who was originally in a bad mood, turned her body slightly, distanced herself from the young man, frowned and couldn't help but said:
"Didn't I ask you to wait outside? I still have guests here. Haneda-kun is too rude."
Haneda Heiji was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect to be scolded. He was a little overwhelmed for a moment and could only laugh and said: "Isn't the ordered drink arrived?"
His face was full of flattery.
He also took out two drinks from his hand and carefully inserted the straws into them before handing them to Takizawa Miki.
Although the latter felt disgusted in his heart.
But he still took it patiently, just holding it like this without any intention of drinking it.
Haneda Heiji didn't seem to realize the silence, but instead leaned over again, glanced at Minamoto Yorimitsu who had turned around, and turned his head again: "Where are you going to go later?"
"I'm going to go to the ward office. These shops have just been transferred, and there are still a lot of procedures that need to be completed."
Takizawa Miki lowered her head, sorted out the various documents in her hands, and stepped back calmly.
She was becoming increasingly impatient.
Even if they are friends since childhood, there is no need to be so close, and they have to stand outside waiting for what they are doing. They were misunderstood by others just now.
If it weren't for the fact that the two companies had business relationships.
Coupled with the social interactions between her parents and the other person's freckles, she really didn't want to see this face again.
Haneda Heiji is not young, but he still looks a bit childish in his behavior. Even his hair is shiny with hairspray, and there is a hint of innocence in the oiliness.
Looking at Takizawa Miki who was organizing the documents, he said with a smile: "Then I will go with you."
"Do you have nothing to do by yourself? I remember uncle Haneda asked you to supervise research and development in the factory?"
Takizawa Miki finally couldn't help but raise her head and asked.
Haneda Heiji had been trained several times, and now he noticed it. His face was a little flustered, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He pursed his lips and shook his head:...
"None of this is important. You just came back from abroad yesterday, and I finally got to see you today."
After pausing his voice, he took a deep breath and said, "I have prepared a surprise for you."
As soon as he said this, Haneda Heiji put his hand into his trouser pocket, and there seemed to be a boxed object inside.
"Wait, don't take it yet." Takizawa Weixi looked at his movements, a warning flashed in her eyes, and asked in surprise: "Tell me what the surprise is first?"
Perhaps her vigilance was too obvious, and the sense of distance was immediately reflected, causing Haneda Heiji to slow down his movements, and then fell into silence.
He clenched his fists and took a deep breath.
He seemed to be cheering himself up.
After gritting his teeth, he suppressed his nervousness and spoke.
"I like someone, but I have low self-esteem."
"Huh?" Takizawa Miki was a little surprised and said with a frown, "You just need to be bold and pursue it."
"Actually, it's you I like."
Haneda Heiji suddenly raised his head.
Takizawa Miki's eyelids twitched, and he said calmly: "Sometimes giving up is also a virtue."
"I really like you. From the first day I saw you, I felt that no one was more beautiful than you."
Hearing her rejection, Haneda Heiji was like a balloon being popped, and he immediately said in a panic.
Takizawa Weixi shook her head and advised earnestly: "If you like someone, don't just look at her appearance."
"I know, but I also..."
"You should also look at your appearance."
"..."
Haneda Heiji opened his mouth, like a duck being pinched by the throat, and his face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
Not to mention that he was too embarrassed and angry.
Even Minamoto Yorimitsu, who had been pretending to look after the store but was actually listening to the conversation, was a little surprised.
What the other person said just now.
It's very hurtful and very insulting.
I didn't expect that I had made a mistake. This Miss Takizawa was also an out-and-out green tea drinker.
He really has the style of his predecessors.
It's just that compared to normal green tea, it doesn't always hang on people, but it is really vicious to reject what people say.
"Mr. Yuan, it's been taken care of."
At this moment, Furujo Maki, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and had a straight back, came over with a bag, whispered a few words to Minamoto Yorimitsu, and had finished negotiating with the merchant.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu nodded and handed him the contract in his hand: "It's really troublesome for Furujo-kun."
After saying this.
He thought for a while, and finally took out his mobile phone from his pocket, walked up to Hun Takizawa Weixi, showed his mobile phone, smiled and said:
"Ms. Takizawa, I just thought about it. Maybe I won't have the chance this week, but I should be free next week."
This turn of events stunned Takizawa Miki, but soon her eyes lit up and she agreed in the blink of an eye.
"Then let's add a line."
A friend who also took out his phone and added the software.
This is different from each other's phone numbers.
Adding software friends proved that there was a possibility of further development, and she felt a little secretly happy.
The two then exchanged a few words.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu shook hands with her, and finally took the ancient city lawyer to say goodbye and left the store...
As for the freckled man just now.
Now he was even more confused and didn't even understand why he lost until he touched the side of his face.
But he gritted his teeth and still refused to admit defeat.
Covering his head, he walked towards Takizawa Weixi again, forcing a flattering smile on his face.
...
Hoshoji Town, Heian Shrine Garden Area.
Sunlight falls through the gaps in the dead leaves.
After passing the identification security check, the Maybach stopped steadily in front of the main entrance of the Juran Pavilion courtyard.
"Yongshan-kun, please wait a moment."
As soon as he got out of the car, Minamoto Yorimitsu saw Nagayama Hideyoshi about to turn the car around, so he stood in front of the door and stopped him.
"Mr. Yuan, is there anything else?"
Yong Shanying, who was turning the steering wheel to get ready to go home from get off work, stopped for a moment when he heard this, lowered his head slightly and looked towards the door, and asked a very complimentary question.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu took out the garage key from his pocket.
After pressing the button, the rolling shutter door rose, and then he waved his hand, beckoning him to drive the Maybach in.
Yong Shanying drove in full of doubts.
I couldn't help but feel nervous.
I thought that I didn't seem to have made any mistakes, let alone lied about the bill, and had been driving honestly.
But suddenly he thought of something.
Could it be that he was discovered when he deliberately drove this luxury car to pick up his daughter to make other parents envious?
Yong Shanying's heart was in his throat.
But before he could think about it, Minamoto no Yorimitsu stretched out his hand, handed a key to Nagayama Hide, who had just parked the car and got out of the car, and pointed to the parking space next to him:
"I recently changed my car. From now on, you will drive this Cadillac first and leave the Maybach here."
"Cadillac?"
Yong Shanying looked in the direction he pointed.
On the far right is a black Cadillac.
The garage outside the courtyard is very large and can park six cars horizontally. Now that the Maybach has driven in, four parking spaces are already full.
He took the keys in his hand and walked towards the Cadillac on the far right. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised, wondering why Minamoto no Yorimitsu wanted to change.
According to his understanding of his boss.
The quality of a car like this seems to be a bit out of line with its price. After all, it’s not too expensive.
It was just that Yong Shanying walked around the car and looked around.
I soon discovered that this car seemed a little different.
The overall length of the vehicle seems longer than the version in my impression, and the wheels are a bit strange, and no matter how you look at it, it still feels strangely familiar.
"The fuel consumption of this car may be a bit high, so I specially recharged the gas card without having to reimburse it."
Minamoto Yorimitsu walked over from the side, woke up Nagayama Hide who was in a daze, and then took out a stack of cards from another car and handed it to him.
Yong Shanying subconsciously took the card.
Then I felt my hands feel heavy.
Then he looked down and saw oil equivalent to the thickness of two bricks stuck in his hand.
His eyes widened again.
Is this a refill card or a wholesale fuel card!?
"Mr. Yuan, why does this car feel bulkier than ordinary cars, and the model is also weird?"
Feeling the boss's financial resources, Yong Shanying took a deep breath, and instead of asking why he didn't apply for a large-limit gas card, he hesitated and asked...
In fact, he was right not to ask about the gas card.
Because Yorimitsu Minamoto had never done this before, it was all done anonymously. I didn’t ask much when I was at the gas station yesterday. I just felt that it would take a lot to support this car.
If it is revealed, he does not know this common sense.
Minamoto Yorimitsu may not say anything, but Nagayama Hide already has a shadow on his boss, and may be afraid that Minamoto Yorimitsu will hold grudges over such trivial matters.
"It's a specially modified car."
"Modified?" Yongshanying opened the car door and rolled down the glass. He found that it was two fingers thick. His eyes suddenly widened: "The glass is so thick!?"
"It's bulletproof glass."
Minamoto Yorimitsu explained from the side.
"Bulletproof glass..." Yong Shanying's thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked at the car and fell into deep thought.
After watching quietly for a while, Yong Shanying's mind flashed, and he suddenly remembered a car he had often seen in the news before, and suddenly turned his head again.
His face gradually became shocked, and he walked around the car and started tapping again and again, as if to confirm his thoughts. After a while, he was sweating profusely.
After checking the material of the car, Yong Shanying looked a little pale, and finally swallowed his saliva and walked back: "Mr. Yuan, how can I look at this car..."
"It's similar to the one you were thinking of."
Minamoto Noraimitsu smiled and nodded, seeing his worries, and then explained to him:
"But there are formal procedures, so you can just drive on the road without any worries. Even the provincial police will not make things difficult for you."
"Are you sure?"
Yong Shanying asked with a trembling voice.
"Will I sit down if something happens?"
Minamoto Noraimitsu smiled and asked back.
Yong Shanying opened his mouth, obviously wanting to say something more, but finally died down.
Your duty as a driver is to listen less and ask less.
And since Minamoto Yorimitsu said so, he had to believe it, not to mention that he had just shown that he was able to go on the road, otherwise he would not be embarrassed as a driver.
But does this car really have formal procedures?
He expressed his great doubts.
But I can only believe what the boss just said.
He took a deep breath, took the key from Lai Guang, and was given a few more instructions.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu chatted with Nagayama Hide for a few more words.
Until he finished speaking and walked back to the villa.
Nagayama Hidezai drove his car back to his home in Fushimi Ward, and for safety reasons, he parked the Cadillac on the corner of the street.
But even so, he was still worried.
I went to a nearby agency store, paid for it out of my own pocket, and rented a garage near my home. I finally parked the Cadillac in it with peace of mind.
In the garage with the rolling shutter door closed.
Yong Shanying leaned against the bulletproof car door, silently took out a cigarette from his pocket, and then used a lighter
ignite.
"call--"
The tension eases as the smoke is exhaled.
But even so, his hands were still shaking.
Leaning against the bulletproof glass window, Yong Shanying did not feel at ease, but instead felt endless fear.
Mr. Yuan, he actually got an illegal car!
This vehicle, which is comparable to an armored vehicle, does not just cross the border. Even the person who lives in the Prime Minister's official residence in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo, cannot get into it, right?…
Is this the horror of the consortium?
He didn't know Minamoto Norimitsu's background, but he thought he was a member of a consortium. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why he could have such wealth and power at such a young age.
So, will I, who already knows so many of Mr. Yuan’s secrets, be silenced all of a sudden?
Thoughts only last for a moment.
Yong Shanying thought of various ways to die.
On a dark and windy night, a team of strictly trained soldiers broke in with guns, pointed directly at the sleeping self, and fired without hesitation of bullets.
Or maybe one day I was walking on the road, a sack was put directly on my head, and with the black gloves of those upper class people, I was dragged directly to Tokyo Bay to feed the fish.
You should not go to Tokyo Bay. In order of priority, you should go to Lake Biwa. The water area is large and deep. The important thing is that it is close.
Thinking of this, Yong Shanying wanted to quit his job, but he thought that his originally difficult life had finally improved, and his daughter had just transferred to a school with a high deviation value and high tuition fees.
He lit another cigarette.
After smoking the remaining half of the pack of cigarettes, Yong Shanying walked out of the garage and arranged anti-entry measures.
When I got home, my wife and daughter were not there.
At this time, my wife should have just gone to pick up her daughter, maybe she was still on her way back.
But Yong Shanying could no longer bear it.
He walked to the bedroom, dug out a black pen from the dusty drawer, and tore off a few pieces of paper from his daughter's exercise book in the living room and started writing on his stomach.
The more I write about Yong Shanying, the more despair I feel.
This tough guy who had served in the military pursed his lips tightly and tried his best to act like a man.
Even if the handwriting is crooked.
But he felt that these were the most beautiful words he had written since he dropped out of junior high school. After all, it was very possible that these words were the last handwriting he would leave in this world.
[Mingzi, I may not be here when you see this letter, but since you can see it, it proves that you and Xiangyuan are not involved.]
[Don't even think about finding the cause of my death. Don't even think about revenge. Leave Kyoto with your daughter and go to Hokkaido or go abroad directly.]
[I know you will be sad, and you are only in your thirties. If you are too sad, I will not be happy down there. If you can remarry, then remarry.]
[Forget it, you'd better not remarry, otherwise I won't feel at ease even if I'm a ghost. Please forgive my selfishness. It's a pity that we couldn't have another son.]
[I really love you all, and I really can’t bear to leave alone, but there are some things that I can’t decide. I really know too much...].
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