Chapter 217 Koping Soma: Are you the boss of the black society?
Tsushima Club Building.
top layer.
Shuji Tsushima was sitting in an office chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, working on documents, while video chatting with Hiroki Sawada.
The other party was also wearing a black suit, sitting on an office chair and looking at documents.
Two people who are underage but have already begun to worry about the industry they manage work together across the screen.
"Master Xiuji..." Butler Tanaka knocked on the door and walked in.
"Master Hiroki." He greeted Hiroki Sawada on the screen beside him.
"Mr. Tanaka." Hiroki Sawada responded politely.
"What happened?" The boy sitting on the office chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window asked, putting down the document in his hand.
"Actually... something went wrong regarding the renovation of the food court." Butler Tanaka stood beside the young man.
"The person responsible for negotiating with the merchants in the food court... failed." He whispered.
"Failed?" The young man tapped his finger on the desktop.
"It is said that he was defeated by a merchant's cooking skills and gave up the persuasion..." Butler Tanaka lowered his head and said.
Such a trivial matter actually caused trouble to Master Xiu Zhi...
The person in charge is also unqualified.
but……
"The owner of that merchant is Mr. Seiichiro Yukihira." Butler Tanaka said in a respectful tone.
"Hey... Mr. Yukihira..." Tsushima Shuji kicked his feet to the ground, sat on the chair and stepped back.
Facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Looking out the window, it seemed as if he was stepping on the buildings beneath his feet.
"It's not a bad idea to take a trip." He said leisurely, looking into the distance.
Suddenly he turned his chair around and faced the screen.
"Hiroki, if you come here next time, you can try Mr. Yukihira's cooking skills." He looked at the boy on the screen and said.
"Does Noah like Mr. Yukihira's cooking skills?" Hiroki Sawada held a pen in one hand and sat at his desk with a table full of documents in front of him.
"Well... let's just say I like it." The black-haired boy with wild eyes nodded thoughtfully.
"That's it..." Hiroki Sawada thought thoughtfully.
With Sindora's financial resources, can Mr. Yukihira become a personal chef?
Since Noah likes each other’s cooking skills...
"That Mr. Yukihira is called a wandering chef..." Shuji Tsushima shook his head.
"Many people have thought about letting each other become their exclusive chefs, but they have all failed." He said with regret.
Although I thought about catching him and locking him up...
But the mood of the cook will affect the taste of the food.
So... let's forget it.
"Then I'll go take a look first and talk later, Hiroki." Tsushima Shuji said goodbye to Sawada Hiroki.
"By the way, if there are too many documents, hand them over to Sindora's assistant or the like. This is what they should do." Shuji Tsushima reminded.
"Okay." Sawada Hiroki nodded.
The screen suddenly went black.
He looked at the papers on the table.
Sure enough, we should leave it to the assistant as Noah said...
And he doesn't really care about Sindora's situation...
…
"I didn't expect that Mr. Yukihira would actually open a small shop here..." Butler Tanaka sat in the passenger seat and looked at the store full of customers.
Countless so-called rich people from the upper class asked Seiichiro Yukihira to cook for them, eager to make him a favor.
However, the whereabouts of the other party are always a mystery and he cannot be found.
"After all, what chefs pursue is so-called happiness..." Shuji Tsushima sat in the car and looked at the happy smiles on the faces of the guests in the restaurant.
"Maybe things like this right now are happiness for Mr. Xingping." His tone was calm.
"But, there are so many people inside..." Butler Tanaka frowned.
Do we want Master Xiuzhi to be crowded together with that group of people?
It looks like a space environment that makes it difficult to breathe...
"It doesn't matter. Let's go when they close." Shuji Tsushima shook his head gently.
In this world, what he lacks most is time.
Souma Yukihira, male, fifteen years old, a freshman at Totsuki High School.
Not long ago, three people wearing black suits and sunglasses, who were said to be from real estate companies, were welcomed into my home.
Prepare to acquire their restaurant and transform the food court into a high-rise building with a sky courtyard theme.
Souma Yukihira solved that trouble with cooking.
However.
"Things won't be that simple. This kind of thing is not something I can decide alone."
"There will be other people looking for you." The woman wearing sunglasses covered her mouth with her hand and left with a chuckle.
"Really..." Yukihira Souma recalled while wiping the table.
"No matter who it is, I will stop him." He said confidently.
"This confidence is very good." Seiichiro Yukihira encouraged.
"Of course..."
"Ah, guest, we are already closed." Yukihira Souma said as he looked at the young man who walked in through the door.
But he stopped talking when he saw the strong men in black suits following behind him.
The same people who came to the store last time.
But this time the leader was a boy who looked younger than him.
He has slightly curly black hair at the end, a bandaged right eye, a medical cotton cloth on the left side of his face, a pale complexion, an iris-colored left eye, and a slightly rounded cheek.
Black suit and coat.
His temperament is not immature at all, but is full of coolness and calmness.
The old man in a black suit followed him two steps behind.
Behind him, the strong men in black suits stood in two rows.
"Are you in the same group as those people in black suits before?" Yukihira Soma asked.
"There's no way Yukihira can close the door, go back, go back." He looked tired.
"But speaking of it...you look a bit familiar..." He touched his chin and thought.
"Oh! I remember! You were on TV and in many advertisements outside... Is it you?" He said in a recalling tone.
"He is also the president of Tsushima Club..." He said in a knowing tone.
"Good evening, Mr. Seiichiro." Butler Tanaka bowed slightly to say hello.
"President Tsushima, why are you here at night?" Seiichiro Yukihira asked as he wiped his hands.
"They must be the same as the previous group. They want us to transfer the store and then turn this street into what they said... a sky... a sky garden? Building." Yukihira Soma said at the side.
"I said, we can't transfer it, let's go quickly." Xing Ping Soma's tone was impatient.
"But if you don't transfer it, other shops have already been transferred, and then the surrounding areas will be blocked off for construction... Will there really be any customers coming?" The black-haired boy stood there with calm eyes and a calm tone.
No waves.
"You..." Yukihira Soma clenched his fists.
"In that case..." The black-haired boy shook his head.
"Entertain me."
"If I eat happily, this street can be saved."
"Tsushima Club will turn this street into a special food street." He lowered his eyes and looked tired.
Shuji Tsushima: Let your father cook for me. Hurry up. If you are happy, I can give you this street.