Chapter 267 Noh Drama (Revised)

After the meeting was adjourned, Masayoshi Kishimoto returned to his chairman’s office. He paced around with his cell phone in his right hand. After thinking for a long time, he was the one who dialed Iwasaki Maki’s cell phone number.

As soon as the phone was connected, Masayoshi Kishimoto heard a laugh from Maki Iwasaki, “You finally called. It’s a bit later than I expected, but it’s finally here.”

“Did you miss me that much?” Masayoshi Kishimoto knew that she was too smart for her own good, yet he still didn’t forget to snicker a little.

Before Iwasaki Maki got to know him as a person, she habitually categorized the other party within the ranks of the young elites in the upper echelons of society.

In her thinking, the traditional upper class young elites of Japanese society were nothing but boredom, except for their so-called big ambitions and desire to urgently make a career.

They talked most about ideals and whatnot. However, they were not mere idealists, for the sake of the country, for the sake of the nation, but a group of refined egoists, wanting to realize a kind of lofty self-worth through the use of the power in their hands.

Maki Iwasaki realized after a one-on-one, two-on-three contact with Masayoshi Kishimoto that he belonged to an alternative category that he had never come into contact with before.

Even though he had a lot of talent, he was also a kind of loose cannon with the romantic feelings of a left-wing socialist in Japan.

Maki Iwasaki felt more and more intrigued by such a man who was a blend of N completely different from the young elite of the upper echelons of Japanese society, thus wanting to try to get to know him better.

“Get down to business!” Iwasaki Maki said with no displeasure showing on her face, although she was silent for a moment.

As soon as Masayoshi Kishimoto heard this tone from her, he knew that she had likewise read that news article about Hard Gold Construction President Katsuhei Yamaguchi.

He said without haste, “It’s not really a serious matter, it can be treated as a casual conversation between us one way or the other.”

Both corners of Iwasaki Maki’s mouth couldn’t help but curl upwards slightly as he said, “Gossip, I’m not free.”

“Then that means you’re free.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said as he faced the floor-to-ceiling glass window, one pair of eyes looking out at the distant scenery outside.

Iwasaki Maki switched the cell phone she was holding on top of her right hand to the top of her left hand, attaching it next to her left ear and said, “If you don’t say anything, I’m really going to hang up.”

“Someone is deliberately smearing my company’s people. In fact, it’s to try to stop us from entering Roppongi’s old city remodeling plan. I was originally thinking of winning by surprise, but I didn’t expect to be seen as a soft target to pinch.

In response, it was impossible for me to remain silent. I would like to use TV Tokyo to make a statement.” Masashi Kishimoto had a word to say.

Maki Iwasaki understood that he and he were co-owners of 50% of each of Hard Gold Media’s shares. Even if he absolutely controlled TV Tokyo, it didn’t mean that he was completely able to do whatever he wanted.

If she didn’t support this one thing he said, then it would be difficult to pass within TV Tokyo. In addition to himself, Masayoshi Kishimoto would have to convince the other shareholders of TV Tokyo.

This was even more difficult than convincing himself, after all, the old men had always viewed them as outsiders, yet there was nothing they could do about it. Who made this world speak in terms of capital? Whoever had more capital had more say.

“It’s okay to be okay. Only, I have a small condition. You have to promise me, then only then will I support your proposal.” Iwasaki Maki calmly said.

“As long as I’m not asked to join your Iwasaki family, I can agree to any condition.” Masashi Kishimoto blurted out.

“If I tell you to go to hell, will you go to hell too?” Maki Iwasaki argued.

“No problem. You’ll have to kill me yourself to do it. If you borrow someone else’s hand, absolutely not. It won’t do to make me kill myself, either.” Masayoshi Kishimoto spoke bluntly.

“From now on, your little life is considered to be pinched in my hands.” Iwasaki Masashi raised his right hand and squeezed it hard, saying.

“Then we have a deal.” Masashi Kishimoto said seriously.

“What did we agree on?” Iwasaki Maki pursed her lips and said.

“You want to back out?” Masayoshi Kishimoto didn’t expect her to suddenly change her mind as well and said.

“You haven’t fulfilled the little conditions I put forth for you? Neither the mountain of swords, the sea of fire, nor your life. It’s a very simple little thing. Tomorrow night, you’ll accompany me to the Noh theater!” Iwasaki Maki said as she laughed more and more happily.

Masashi Kishimoto started scratching his head with his left hand. Although he hadn’t seen the Noh theater, which was regarded as a national treasure in Japan, from time to time there would be scenes of Noh theater being performed inside costume movies and dramas.

The kind that dresses up strangely like a ghost and sings in a voice that is either babbling or staggering. Performers a moment petrified on the motionless, a moment as crazy as a demon.

Anyway, he was not interested in the slightest, and could not understand at all why the upper ruling class of Japan from ancient times to the present day was attracted to Noh theater.

“How about this, I’ll treat you to an opera! The best box. Or else, I’ll even charter a theater for you.” Masayoshi Kishimoto really didn’t want to go through that kind of mental torture, so he spared no expense and said.

“I only want to watch the Noh opera. If you don’t agree, then it will be difficult for me.” Iwasaki Maki couldn’t help but show a playful side within her expression and said.

“You’re clearly being forceful.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said bluntly.

“That’s not true. We are making a fair deal. If you don’t think this is fair, we can totally cancel it is all.” Maki Iwasaki was just trying to force his hand and said.

“Can we switch?” Masashi Kishimoto said in a last ditch effort.

“Can’t.” Iwasaki Maki said firmly.

“You’re so unreasonable for a woman, why do you have to be so bitter?” Masashi Kishimoto said helplessly.

“It’s called payback for payback. Last time, what you did to me is so quickly all forgotten?” Iwasaki Masashi said in a good mood.

“I finally understand why it’s better to offend a villain than a woman. Didn’t I just force you to show your original form for a bit?” Masayoshi Kishimoto said with a smile or not.

“You’re the one who’s a demon showing its original form as it should be? Don’t be a mama’s boy like a normal woman, are you going to do it or not?

From the beginning to the end, I didn’t force you, it was all of your own volition.” Iwasaki Maki knew that he was intentionally referring to his nature as the original form of the road.

“Fine, I’ll do it. Who made it so that I’m the one who begged you this time? If I don’t make a sacrifice, then how can I make you feel good in your heart?” Masayoshi Kishimoto said with a look of if I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell.

“Let’s make a deal like this. So happy. I’m so happy.” Iwasaki Maki said with a smile on her face.

“I just realized today if you have a dual-sex personality?” Masayoshi Kishimoto asked casually from the top of her ambivalence of showing inconsistencies.

Iwasaki Maki’s smiling face withdrew and said, “Wrong, very wrong.”