The Kyoto Bubble Era: It started with selling off hundreds of millions of property

In front of the Inoue Logistics headquarters building.

A huge red banner was pulled open and fluttered high in the air, with a row of shocking characters written on it——

Pay your debts and pay for your life!

Those who pulled up the banner were a group of gangsters wearing colorful clothes and hair of various colors. They were all peripheral members of the Yakuza Club, and some were not yet formal members. Starting from this morning, this group of people gathered in the large building of Inoue Logistics. At the door, while shouting loudly, they used various methods to collect debts.

The employees of Inoue Logistics have long known about Inoue Hiko's huge losses in the stock market. A few years ago, there were rumors in the club that he wanted to go bankrupt and run away. If it weren't for the 200 million that Sosuke Kitahara lent him, the employees would have long ago On strike.

A few weeks ago, Inoue Logistics has officially transferred its ownership to Kitahara Sosuke, becoming the first fully controlled company under Kitahara Investment. However, in the Osaka logistics industry, this company has an average reputation. Now that there are so many things happening, it basically has nothing to do with the bank. Insulated.

Many people don’t understand Kitahara Sosuke’s intention to acquire Inoue Logistics.

The employees don't care about that much anyway, as long as the boss continues to pay wages, it doesn't matter whether his surname is Inoue or Kitahara.

These gangsters were stuck under the Inoue Logistics headquarters building, shouting all day long, saying "rnm, pay back the money!" and vulgar words.

Inouehiko, who is huddled in the president's office, has not yet moved out of Inoue Logistics. Since he mortgaged his property, he has been living in the company, which is convenient and saves money.

The last time the stock market picked up, he was cruel and signed a new agreement with Kitahara Sosuke, mortgaging the entire Inoue Logistics.

We originally hoped that the stock market would rebound again in February. However, with the Nikkei Index falling to around 15,000 points, anyone with a discerning eye can see that there will be no chance of a rebound in the future.

The consortiums have all evacuated, and wandering retail investors like him have been wiped out long ago, and they can't even raise 100 million.

All his mistresses have run away, he has lost all his money and money, and is heavily in debt. Tomorrow is the end of the month. After this February, Inoue Yan will officially move out of Inoue Logistics and become a bankrupt homeless man.

In the office, his wife Keiko Hirakawa held her son, who was just in elementary school, shivering and did not dare to look at him.

Inoue Yan sat next to the landline and dialed the numbers of his former friends one after another. However, he basically couldn't say a word before the other party hung up the phone with some excuse, not giving him a chance to borrow money.

He looked at his wife. This woman was the one he married before he became rich. Everything was so ordinary. After he became rich, he almost never went home. He only paid her and his son monthly living expenses on time.

After Inoue Yan became the boss, he hung out with all kinds of wealthy people and went to high-end clubs all day long. He could hardly bear the sight of his wife and son.

Unexpectedly, they would still be by his side at the last moment.

"Dad." His son called him in a low voice.

Inoue Yan sighed and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, dad will solve the problem."

He continued to make calls, but an hour later, the shouting and cursing downstairs did not stop, but the phone book in his hand had reached the last page.

In a few days, the heads of major banks will come to collect debts. He has no money to pay back. If he is blacklisted by the bank, he and his family will be ruined!

After hesitating for a long time, Inoue Yan opened the drawer, took out a crumpled gold-gilded business card, and dialed the number on it.

"Moxi Moxi~"

The call was quickly connected, and the voice on the other end was a young man's, frivolous and exaggerated.

"Is this Mr. Taro Hamaka?" Inoue Hiko held the phone and said in a joyful tone, "Mr. Hamaka, this is me. I, Inoue Hiko from Inoue Logistics, just attended the party in your villa last month!"

"Ah, it's President Inoue. How is Momo-chan lately? Is she feeling well?"

"Momo-chan has left Osaka."

"Ah, that's such a pity. Why did you leave Osaka so suddenly?"

"Well, well, she said she wanted to travel to relax."

"That's it. When Momo-chan comes back, please be sure to continue bringing her to my banquet. Speaking of which, I just plan to go to Kyoto for a picnic this week. Are you interested, President Inoue? Although you are not our official member yet, but I can give you special permission to participate."

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Hamanaka. Actually, I am calling you this time for something, and I would like to take the liberty of asking you for a favor."

Inouehiko's tone was very condescending. It was the first time for Hirakawa Keiko to see her husband be so respectful to others, so groveling even over the phone.

"oh?"

"I, my club has had a little problem with its capital turnover recently. I would like to ask Mr. Hamanaka if you can borrow 1 billion yen. Please take a look."

"Huh? Borrow money? President Inoue, I'm not a philanthropist, and my friendship with you never involves money, as you know very well, right?"

"Please! Only you can help me now! Please! I will try my best to return the money to you quickly! As long as I don't let the bank put me on the blacklist and bankruptcy list!"

"Bankruptcy, that's really sad. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."

A woman's charming voice came from the other side of the phone, and Hamaka Taro was obviously a little impatient.

"Please! It's just 1 billion, for you"

"It's so annoying! President Inoue, if you want to find a philanthropist, you should go to the Charity Association! If you don't have anything else to do, I'll hang up. Hey, honey, I'll be here right away, wait for me~"

"Mr. Hamanaka! I secretly took pictures of Yumiko's death that day! It's only 1 billion, you don't want to end up with everything!"

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Inoue Yan held the phone tightly and almost shouted the last words.

Yumiko was a beautiful girl who died suddenly in the villa because she had too much fun that day. The investigation by the Osaka police afterwards went nowhere. The person who came forward to solve the problem was the vice president of a trading company under the Sumitomo Foundation, but what really happened It was Hamaka Taro who killed Yumiko.

He is also a core figure in this circle.

Unexpectedly, the conversation between Taro Hamaka and the vice president that was secretly recorded that day, as well as the photos of Yumiko's death scene, would actually come into use.

"Time, place, I will send someone to give you the money, and you bring me all the photos and background photos."

There's help!

Inoue Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "Tomorrow night, we will be at Inoue Logistics Headquarters."

"Okay." Taro Hamaka's voice was a little cold.

Kitahara Sosuke looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table and was extremely moved.

Sure enough, we should call Kobayashi Kyoko over!

Her craftsmanship is great, and she can do whatever she wants like a little daughter-in-law, which is perfect!

Finally, I no longer have to eat instant noodles!

"Department Chief Kitahara, please eat while it's hot~" Kyoko Kobayashi blushed and knelt down to pour him wine. In traditional Japanese family formal dinners, women did not serve at the table, but served them with vegetables and wine.

"Then I'll get started!" Kitahara Sosuke picked up the chopsticks and started to eat. "You can eat together too. It's too boring to eat alone."

"Haiyi~ I have to wait for Chief Kitahara to finish eating before eating." Seeing that he likes to eat fried pork chops, Kobayashi Kyoko dipped them in the seasoning and put them piece by piece on the plate.

"Kyoko, you can just call me Kitahara, or Aosuke." Kitahara Aosuke said casually while eating, "I'm sorry to trouble you to cook every time."

"No, it's not troublesome, Kitahara-san." Kobayashi Kyoko shook her head quickly. In fact, she felt very happy to be able to cook. It was just her and Kitahara Sosuke.

She just called him by his first name, but she was too shy to say it out.

After a dinner, Kobayashi Kyoko washed the dishes and wiped the table skillfully. She bent her back to Kitahara Sosuke and wiped the table. Because it was a low table, she wiped almost against the table. She put her legs together and swayed with her body movements. In a flash.

Kitahara Sosuke took out a lot of information from the cardboard boxes and prepared to put them on the low table. His eyes unconsciously glanced over and quietly admired her back.

After looking away, Kitahara Sosuke invited her to sit down together.

"Actually, the reason why I bothered Anko-chan to come here today is that I hope you can help me handle these financial statements and bill records." Kitahara Sosuke sat up straight, as if he wanted to lure a girl to his house late at night, and then took out a set of May 3 simulation questions to force her to The guilt of being done.

"Umi Tsubasa~" Kobayashi Kyoko also sat upright, as long as she could help Kitahara Sosuke, she was willing to do anything.