Rebirth: My 80s

Snapped!

The huge noise echoed in the office which was full of ancient charm and a bit rigid.

One really wonders whether the huge mahogany table will be shattered into pieces.

I don't know if Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's hand hurts.

Asano Matsuhiro, the senior assistant to the president of Seibu Group, felt his legs go weak and he almost fell to the ground.

In Asano Matsuhiro's memory, this was the first time that his boss, who was always so cold and seemed to have no emotions, lost his temper so much.

But he was also quite wronged.

Asano Matsuhiro hurriedly explained: "Tsutsumi Kiyoshi and Tsutsumi Kiyoshiji only transferred their equity privately in written form. Although it was a fact, it was not made public. The system has a public disclosure period. In addition, there are still a few days before our group's monthly routine board meeting. In theory, they can choose to inform other shareholders on that day..."

The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became.

I didn't dare look directly into Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's eyes.

The latter's eyes were bloodshot, like a beast that was ready to devour its prey:

"So, I didn't know about this big thing until Seiji Tsutsumi wanted to sell his company shares to someone else?!"

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi definitely had reason to be angry.

If it weren't for the report from the "spy" planted next to Seiji Tsutsumi, he might still be kept in the dark until Seiji Tsutsumi and Tsuruta Nakamura signed the contract.

Asano Matsuhiro's lips moved, but in the end he said nothing.

Now, it feels like everything I say is wrong.

At this juncture, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi didn't have time to scold him. He stomped on the mahogany floor and disappeared at the door like a whirlwind.

Of course, this is not the end of the story.

He realized that there were big problems within the group and they had to be strictly rectified!

Some guys will also pay the price for this!

……

……

The signing location for Li Jiankun and Seiji Tsutsumi is still set at Seiyu Department Store Store 002 in R&F Plaza, Tokyo.

It was proposed by Seiji Tsutsumi yesterday.

Li Jiankun didn't care. As long as the contract could be signed, it would be fine even on the main street.

The group walked through the department store along the aisles. The lineup was much larger than last time, and both sides brought a lot of people.

On Li Jiankun's side were Tsuruta Nakamura, the Fugui brothers, Mr. Sun from the bank, as well as two lawyers representing the Arimu House Co., Ltd. and two lawyers representing the Japan branch of the Minato Overseas Trust Bank.

This is no small deal.

The funds involved amount to hundreds of billions of yen.

The reason for bringing in so many lawyers is, on the one hand, to be cautious, and on the other hand, to make the show better.

In fact, these five lawyers are all Li Jiankun's people.

In the past week, in order to calculate the value of Seibu Real Estate's 25% stake, in addition to the lawyers recruited from Nippon Benz, he also transferred a team of lawyers and accountants from Hong Kong City.

After all, it's a billion-dollar business.

When they were approaching the red-painted security door leading to the interior of the department store, the host, Seiji Tsutsumi, stopped first, followed by the others.

"Your Excellency, please take a look."

In fact, there was no need for him to remind him specifically. As long as Li Jiankun was not blind, he could easily see the changes that had taken place in a corner of the shopping mall.

The area belonging to MUJI is completely different from what it was a week ago.

The original heavy wooden shelves were replaced with pure white wrought iron shelves that are lighter and more stylish, with less obstruction to vision.

All the items on the shelves that can be packaged are removed, such as towels and socks, and are either hung or placed in simple rattan frames.

The ones that come with packaging must be the simplest packaging, without any patterns or characters on it.

Some product promotion posters were added around, each of which was hand-painted on white paper without any color added.

There is also an additional shopping guide counter.

The pretty young lady wearing a T-shirt without a logo, with a sweet smile, stood behind the customers and did not approach them actively. She only offered help enthusiastically when the customers came to ask questions.

On the table are stacked some extremely simple but well-made paper bags.

After the customer has selected the items he wants to buy, the shopping guide will help him pack them up, and a load of three or two kilograms is no problem.

Yes, customers are buying.

Although it wasn't crowded, there were still seven or eight customers wandering around inside at this moment, which was a far cry from the deserted place a week ago.

The effect is immediate.

This area presents a unique sense of fashion that goes against the times, and through hand-painted black and white promotional advertisements, it also demonstrates a distinctive consumption concept and humanistic sentiment.

Work on both your senses and your mind.

Behind the simplicity lies more care.

If something is done to this extent, it would be unreasonable not to succeed.

Li Jiankun didn't say anything, just smiled.

However, Seiji Tsutsumi's eyes were full of gratitude.

If he were to search for the answer on his own, who knows how long it would take, how much trial and error it would cost, and he might not even find it...

Five minutes later, the group arrived at a small meeting room inside the mall.

In the following negotiations, an interesting scene occurred:

The two sides engaged in a heated argument, each serving their own master and striving for the greatest benefit.

Only Li Jiankun and Di Qinger seemed to have nothing to do with the matter. They sat together and chatted with their heads tilted aside. What they talked about was poetry...

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door.

After Seiji Tsutsumi shouted "Come in", a staff member quickly pushed the door open, came to his side, looked down at him and said something.

Seiji Tsutsumi frowned subconsciously and didn't wait for him to give any instructions.

Bang!

The white oak door of the small conference room was pushed open with great force.

Seiji Tsutsumi's personal bodyguard entered the room first with his back to him.

A group of people pushed him in, looking very imposing.

If the person in the middle is not Yoshiaki Tsutsumi, then who else could it be?

Tsutsumi Seiji raised an eyebrow and asked, "What does this mean? Since when is it okay to barge into my place?"

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked angry and thought, if I hadn't given the department store to you, would this be your place?

"If I had been a step later, I would have had to punch the wall!"

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's eyes swept around the oval conference table and met Tsuruta Nakamura's eyes. After a moment of electric current, his gaze finally fixed on Li Jiankun.

That expression looked a bit like gnashing of teeth in Li Jiankun's eyes.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Yoshiaki Tsutsumi turned his head slightly and glared at Seiji Tsutsumi.

"I don't need you to teach me how to do things."

"You are betraying our ancestors! You are destroying the family business that your father worked so hard to build!"

The way the hat was put on made Seiji Tsutsumi look a little unhappy. He snorted lightly: "Hard work? I can't tell."

Ordinary people often have a misunderstanding.

Believe that more money means more paying.

This is not the case.

Tsutsumi Qingji didn't know whether his father had worked hard to make money when he was young. Since he was old enough to understand, he had never seen his father work hard to make money. His money came too easily.

Often a banquet or a debauched party can land a big deal.

The ones who really work hard are those who are on the front lines, the working people.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi stared at him intently: "Whether you agree with your father's business philosophy or not, you cannot deny that your behavior is a traitor to the family!"

Seiji Tsutsumi did not discuss this topic directly, but just said quietly: "Instead of letting the Seibu Group be destroyed in your hands, why not sell this part now, leave some money for Big Brother's lineage, and let these industries survive in a different way?"

Tsutsumi Yoshiaki gritted his teeth and said, "I know I'm proud of you. You've never looked down on me. You even look down on my father!

“But are you blind?

“Is it possible that you are wrong?

"My father went from being a farmer's child to becoming one of the richest men in Japan and twice serving as speaker of the lower house? Isn't this an achievement?

“With Seibu Group in my hands, we have taken it a step further.

"I, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi, am now the richest man in Japan, bar none!

"Why do you say that Seibu Group will be destroyed in my hands?

"And what you are doing now is damaging the interests of the Seibu Group and the family!"

Tsutsumi Seiji laughed sarcastically: "Are you rich? Why do you look like a lonely person to me?"

Before Yoshiaki Tsutsumi could respond, he waved his hands like he was shooing away a fly:

"I don't want to argue with you. If we really want to argue, you can't beat me."

This is not arrogance, but confidence from a writer.

He looked at Yoshiaki Tsutsumi deeply:

“You have no right to control what I want to do.

"Now, please get out."

Facing the order to expel him, Tsutsumi Yoshiaki clenched his fists, raised his hands again, and pointed at Li Jiankun: "What kind of drug did he give you?!"

Li Jiankun didn't understand what was going on.

There are also advantages to not understanding something.

As if nothing had happened, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in the upholstered chair, as if there was some beautiful sight on the ceiling.

Tsutsumi Seiji was too lazy to say anything else and looked at his bodyguard: "Show him away."

The bodyguard was so confused that he took a step closer and before he could even open his mouth, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi shouted, "Get lost!"

bodyguard:"……"

Neither retreat nor advance.

Tsutsumi Seiji asked, "Do you want me to call the police?"

"Report it! You'd better call the reporters here so that everyone can see you as a guy who betrayed your relatives and your family!"

Snapped!

Tsutsumi Seiji slammed the table and stood up: "It's not your turn to teach me a lesson."

Li Jiankun put out his cigarette, tilted his head and asked, "Do you need help?"

Although he didn't understand a word the two brothers were saying in bird language, he could still judge how the situation had developed by their behavior.

Di Qinger didn't say anything, so Li Jiankun took it as his consent.

Just a glance and the Fugui brothers immediately understood.

When the two men stepped forward, the two bodyguards brought by Yoshiaki Tsutsumi also stepped forward.

The four of them immediately started fighting.

The space was limited, the movements were not very big, and everyone was holding back.

But the fight was hard to resolve.

Given Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's status, his bodyguards are no mediocre people after all.

The wealthy brothers were embarrassed.

"Enough!" Yoshiaki Tsutsumi was very close to the battle, and the four men's fists and kicks were almost hitting him several times.

"Tsutsumi Seiji, you will become a sinner of the family, a disgrace to society, and despised by everyone!"

Seiji Tsutsumi's face looked very bad. Having said that, he understood that Yoshiaki Tsutsumi would definitely take advantage of the situation to discredit him afterwards.

"I'll give you one more chance, you'd better stop before it's too late!" Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"I give up."

"you!"

In fact, since he had decided to do this, a smart man like Seiji Tsutsumi had already considered the worst possible outcome.

It’s just that people always have a lucky mentality.

He is not a person who changes sides.

Besides, the transaction item had already been given to him a week in advance. If he goes back on his word now, what would that mean?

In Seiji Tsutsumi's heart, that answer is far more valuable than the 25% stake in Seibu Real Estate.

"Juntai, call the police." He said. He knew Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's character very well. If no one could drive him away, he would not leave the meeting room today.

There is a white landline phone in the conference room.

The man called Juntai by Seiji Tsutsumi didn't dare to look at Yoshiaki Tsutsumi. He felt like there were needles pricking the back of his head. He gritted his teeth and called the police.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi wanted to stop it.

But his bodyguards couldn't easily break through the blockade of the wealthy brothers.

The police call was made.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi was furious. He knew that Seiji Tsutsumi was determined, so he turned his attention to Li Jiankun:

“You have such a big heart!

"You're playing with fire, you know that?"

Tsuruta Nakamura translated these two sentences, after all, he was speaking to Li Jiankun.

Li Jiankun chuckled: "Mr. Di, do I need to remind you that all of this is caused by you."

From the beginning to the end, even after he got the negative information about Yoshiaki Tsutsumi from Yasuo Takei, he never had any idea of ​​doing anything bad to Yoshiaki Tsutsumi.

This guy coveted Yui House Co., Ltd....or the land he owned, and threatened to report him.

He then brought out the dirty laundry in an attempt to counter Yoshiaki Tsutsumi.

The conversation was pretty good...

But Yoshiaki Tsutsumi turned around and spoke to the media's microphone in a sarcastic tone. Although he didn't mention the name directly, after saying that, even a fool would know who was involved.

He wasn't the one playing with fire.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi knew what was going on, so he avoided the topic:

"Believe it or not, even if you pay the money today, I will make sure you get nothing!"

Come again...

Li Jiankun thought to himself, why do I hate being threatened so much? He curled his lips and said, "I don't believe it."

He is completely different now than the last time he met Yoshiaki Tsutsumi.

At that time, he had almost no power in the Japanese white road.

Now, just ask Tsuruta Nakamura how full his schedule is and you will know…

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi was furious and said "OK" three times in a row:

"Don't think you can threaten me. My thing is nothing."

Li Jiankun chuckled again: "Are you comforting yourself?"

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi was almost furious:

"Damn you, I understand what you are planning. You want to take over Seibu Real Estate? Just you?"

He was probably really angry, and he opened fire. He was not satisfied with just criticizing Li Jiankun, so he raised his hand and poked Tsutsumi Seiji:

"By him?

"Let's take a step back and say, what if I let you get 25% of Seibu Real Estate's shares?

"As a major shareholder, I have plenty of ways to kill you!"

Li Jiankun raised his lips and said, "Why are you so confident? Are you sure you are still a major shareholder of Seibu Real Estate?"

After all, Seiji Tsutsumi understood him...

Li Jiankun thought.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi was overly deified because of his dead father's background and the times.

He had time to rush over and stop the signing, but he hasn't asked anyone to check the free market yet.

Anyone who has checked, even if they haven't gotten any results yet, would definitely not say such a thing.

"What do you mean?"

His heart suddenly shuddered, and Yoshiaki Tsutsumi reacted, his eyes widened like bells.

stock market!!

Li Jiankun ignored him for the time being and turned his head to ask Tsuruta Nakamura about the result of the negotiation.

Both parties had done calculations in advance, and the prices were actually pretty much the same.

Tsuruta Nakamura said there are still about 7 billion yen in price objections.

About 30 million US dollars.

After understanding the situation, Li Jiankun looked at Di Qinger again and asked with a smile: "Why not compromise? What do you think?"

After asking his subordinates the same question, Seiji Tsutsumi thought for a moment and nodded.

Now that the two main people have reached an agreement, there is nothing to argue about for the people below.

The contract has already been drafted, just fill in the amount.

Swish swish!

Tsuruta Nakamura was the first to sign his name on the contract.

Li Jiankun then sent the contract to Di Qinger.

"I can't sign!" Tsutsumi Yoshiaki's eyes were red with anger.

The bodyguards of both sides clashed again. At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door and the police arrived.

"Mr. Di?" Li Jiankun ignored him and reminded Di Qinger.

The latter sighed secretly.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi: "!!!"

The contract was made in duplicate. After giving his own copy to Tsuruta Nakamura, Li Jiankun patted his butt and stood up, looking at Yoshiaki Tsutsumi:

“Do you think we want this 25% stake?

"No, we just lack shares."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi: "!!!"

Others might not understand what he said, but he completely understood its meaning.

Seibu Real Estate has nearly 30% of its shares on the free market.

If we add this 25 percent...

Bang! Bang!

He stumbled, his eyes went dark, and he almost fell down. His men hurried to help him.

After a pause, Tsutsumi Yoshiaki raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and he looked like a madman, squeezing out a few words from between his teeth:

"I won't let you have your wish!"