Chapter 431: Gluttony

It was late at night, and Masayoshi Kishimoto returned from Kyoko Fukada’s home to his own home in Nishimabu. He did not go straight upstairs to sleep.

Masayoshi Kishimoto first went to the wine cellar on the negative floor and chose a red wine before holding it in his right hand and heading upwards. After the man made it to the second floor, he turned a corner and went into the small living room.

He found the corkscrew and opened the red wine with his own hands, then the mouth of the bottle to the mouth of the glass was poured into the red wine. It was almost a third of a cup before he stopped.

Masayoshi Kishimoto placed the bottle of red wine on top of the crystal coffee table, and then took out cigar cigarettes, cigar cutters, and a lighter specifically for cigars from the drawer.

He sat down on top of a single sofa and began to fiddle with the cigar. He took out a Cuban cigar from the cigar box and removed the plastic wrapping like a bamboo shoot.

Holding the cigar in his left hand, he picked up a cigar cutter with two fingers of his right hand and cut off the tip of one end. After he put down the cigar cutter, he picked up the lighter and started to cauterize the flat end.

Well, Masayoshi Kishimoto turned off the lighter and casually placed it on top of the glass coffee table as well. He put the cigar smoke in his left hand into his mouth and took two puffs before exhaling white smoke.

He picked up the glass of red wine in his left hand and held the cigar smoke between the two fingers of his right hand. He slightly shook the red wine in the glass and took a small sip of it as soon as he tilted his head back.

Masayoshi Kishimoto once again took the cigar smoke into his mouth. At this time of the day, he had no sleepiness at all. Inside his own head, he wasn’t thinking about the regret of not being able to stay at Fukada Kyoko’s home.

Even if the other party had clearly made an offer to retain him for the night, he had been politely declined. He understood in his heart that some women’s beds were good to get into, not good to get out of.

Interesting things in life are not only sex, but also many other things. Of course, there are people who regard sex as God’s best gift to mankind.

Masayoshi Kishimoto placed his glass of red wine on the crystal coffee table surface, his body center of gravity fell backward, and his entire body was leaning against the back of the chair.

While smoking the cigar in his hand, he thought in his head that two of the three companies that would be called BAT in the future in mainland China were already within his grasp.

Now, only the last one, T, was left. Once he had completed his investment in Shenzhen Penguin, he had basically completed the first round of investment in mainland China.

In Shanghai, he invested 40 million dollars in Shanda Network, the shares are still the principle of 40%. In Guangzhou, he invested thirty million dollars to NetEase, the share is forty percent.

In Beijing, he invested $10 million to Baidu, with a 40% stake. In Hangzhou, he invested twenty million dollars to Alibaba, the shares are also forty percent.

In addition to this, one has established offices in all these places, as well as making strategic land enclosures for the future. The real estate sector would see a huge rise.

The expensive housing prices in these cities could completely make ordinary young people see no hope for the future and only be able to live in a corner of the city at a snail’s pace. Liuliu’s “Snail Dwelling” had already said it all.

“Too excited to sleep?” Sakai Rie wearing a white nightgown was suddenly walked in and said.

“Can you give a little more noise first? I thought it was a ghost when you suddenly barged in like that!” Masayoshi Kishimoto blurted out.

“You’re the ghost, staying up in the middle of the night.” Rie Sakai said bluntly as she turned and sat down on top of a single couch next to him.

“Didn’t you already say all that? I’m excited!” Masayoshi Kishimoto chuckled.

“Today, my cell phone received quite a few texts and calls from among my friends. Each and every one of them is congratulating me. To be precise, they’re congratulating you.

The HORIPRO Office, which was founded in 1960, has finally changed ownership after a full 40 years. Are you able to tell me why you annexed it?” Rie Sakai asked curiously.

“Interest.” Masayoshi Kishimoto replied succinctly.

“Your interest wouldn’t be for that one actress called Kyoko Fukada, would it?” Sakai Rie had already known that Fukada Kyouko was a female artist under the HORIPRO office, and said.

“You really think too highly of her. Do you think she’s really worth that much?” Masayoshi Kishimoto said calmly.

“Of course it’s not worth it. However, who can fathom your mind? Everyone inside the circle knows that you don’t follow common sense very well.” Rie Sakai said seriously.

“If I were to play my cards by the book, it wouldn’t have allowed me to reap super profits and great success. That’s pretty much all that should be shared.

The only way for me to win is to go off the beaten path with my sword. Otherwise, running after someone else’s ass, instead of picking up anything, I tend to eat a mouthful of dust.” Justice Kishimoto said honestly.

“I don’t know anything about investing. You’re talking to me for nothing.” Sakai Rie only cared about whether or not he had any other women around him said.

“Actually, I’ve been wondering what kind of life I really want. To be fair, my own heart is preferring a decadent personal life.

I am always imagining how cozy it would be to live alone in a small single rental apartment, working as a laborer, eating instant noodles, and entertaining myself by surfing the Internet and drinking happy water (Coke).

If you don’t think too much, you won’t have stress. Not having too many desires will make people happy. However, the greed in human nature always tends to push me forward.

There are times when I feel like I’m living not like a human, but like a gluttonous snake.” Masayoshi Kishimoto was suddenly very emotional.

“From what you’re saying, it’s because I’ve dragged you down that I’m the reason you can’t live the kind of decadent single life you want?” Sakai Rie knew that his words were not completely empty.

She still knew him more or less. On a regular basis, Masayoshi Kishimoto preferred literature that reflected the darkness of human nature, the darkness of society, spiritual decadence, death, and negative energy.

His favorite Japanese writer was Osamu Dazai, followed by Yukio Mishima, and then Ryu Murakami. In her opinion, it was already a miracle that Masayoshi Kishimoto was able to live until now without committing suicide.

“Do you know what the two greatest pains of man are? One is having a family fortune and not being able to spend it. The other is having a beautiful wife at home and not being able to touch her.” Justice Kishimoto laughed a little and said.

“The first one, as you put it, doesn’t hold water. Money, you can spend as you wish. As for the second, it’s not like my bedroom door was ever unlocked.” Rie Sakai retorted.

“But you always keep a pair of sharp scissors under your pillow. What do you intend to do?” Masayoshi Kishimoto chuckled once more and said.

“Nothing of the sort, it’s entirely your delusion. I clearly keep a sharp knife.” Rie Sakai said with a roll of her white eyes.

“What’s with the escalation?” Masayoshi Kishimoto said knowing full well that she was just joking.

“I can’t do it without upgrading!” Sakai Rie said with a smirk.