Chapter 559: The Union

The Lunar God slowly sailed back to Harbor One Pier. Kishimoto Masayoshi and the rest of the group had a good time, said goodbye to each other, and drove home individually.

As soon as Masayoshi Kishimoto returned home, he sat down on his butt on the long sofa in the large living room and blurted out, “Home is still the best.”

Sakai Rie sat down next to him and placed her hands on her left and right knees, intentionally making a bowing motion, “I’m sorry that you accompanied me for the whole day. You’ve worked hard.”

“It should be.” Masayoshi Kishimoto knew that she was saying the opposite, but pretended not to understand and said.

Without hesitation, Sakai Rie threw him a big blank stare. She knew in her heart that he was saying that on purpose.

“Ship, do you like it?” Masayoshi Kishimoto asked with a slight smile.

“Don’t like it.” Sakai Rie said with the same backhanded tongue-in-cheek as he had just done.

“Since you don’t like it, I’ll just sell it. It shouldn’t be a loss, and I’ll probably be able to make a small profit, it’s in stock after all.” Justice Kishimoto said bluntly.

“You’re not allowed to touch my ship.” Sakai Rie had fallen deeply in love with the Luna within her heart, not because it was worth 100 million dollars, but as a work of art within the modern shipbuilding industry. She suddenly blurted out in a rush.

Masayoshi Kishimoto was amused by her, “Didn’t you say you didn’t like it? If you don’t like it anymore, then what’s the point of keeping it?

Do you know how much it costs to keep a ship? Furthermore, if we go out to sea like we did today, do you know how much it costs just for fuel?”

“I’ve been bad at math since I was a kid, I don’t know and I can’t do the math. All I need to know is that you gave the ship to me. Now, the Luna is mine.” Rie Sakai sophistically said.

Justice Kishimoto burst out laughing. Only then did he look at Sakai Mirei, who was sitting on his other side of the table, and said, “Do you have any famous gentlemen you have your eye on?

If you don’t have your eye on anyone this time around, then we’ll set you up properly in the future. Today, we’re just a little party for a preview.

Some other day, let your sister utilize the human resources she has at hand to seriously organize a large party on top of the Lunar God ship for you. You tell your sister to know all the specific requirements of your choice of spouse.”

Sakai Meiling’s face didn’t have a single smile on it, both eyes were staring at him as she said, “I don’t have many requirements for choosing a spouse, there is only one, don’t want a famous son, want a plutocrat.”

“Then also leave it to your sister.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said with his understanding in mind.

“This one thing, I really can’t do it, can’t help.” It wasn’t like Sakai Rie didn’t understand that her sister’s words were directed at her.

Zaibatsu? The men who could become plutocrats were all either in their seventies or fifties or sixties. A young zaibatsu like Masayoshi Kishimoto was not unheard of in Japan, but rare.

First of all, it has to be the first son, preferably the eldest son. Japan is also concerned about a system of primogeniture. Secondly, the individual’s ability is outstanding.

Again, the dad or family helmsman must die early, is to be able to let him take over early. Lastly, it has to be recognized by the family members and the company’s board of directors.

As for like Kishimoto Masayoshi this kind of rely on their own hands to build up the zaibatsu, in the history of Japan’s zaibatsu, although not the first person, but completely rely on the individual, so young to become a zaibatsu, but is the first person.

“I do think that one of Kazuya’s cousins, a youngster called Suzuki Shinsuke is pretty good. He and you went to the same school. You might as well try to get in touch with him.” Masayoshi Kishimoto calmly said.

“Are you trying to use me as a cross between your male friendship? Or rather, to strengthen your trusting relationship with each other?” Sakai Mirei said unhappily.

“I’m doing it for your own good. Why don’t you know better? Mother Kazuya is the daughter of the Suzuki family. If you get together with Suzuki Shinsuke, you’ll be able to form a solid triangle with the Takahashi family, the Suzuki family, or me, the Kishimoto family is.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said without haste.

“That’s how you see it, but others may not. I just came from an ordinary working-class family in Shikoku Kochi Prefecture, not a great lady with a deep background.”

Sakai Mirei more or less knew that a political union was not a civilian marriage. In fact, even if they were civilian marriages, there would still be a calculation and weighing of the pros and cons with each other.

What kind of job? How much do you earn per year? Do you own a house? (Don’t be fooled into thinking that the Japanese don’t value these things. China, Japan, and Korea are both East Asian cultures when it comes to housing.

It’s not that even Western countries don’t value houses. It’s just that relatively speaking, they don’t value houses more than East Asians do.)

Is it an only son, or the oldest in line? (In Japan, the eldest son has priority in inheriting property, but he also has the responsibility to provide for his parents in their old age.

As for the second, third, etc. sons, they don’t have to worry about anything, and can pursue their own lifestyles and ideals.)

“The words are not what you say. As long as the family line is clean, a good daughter from an ordinary middle-class family is not normally rejected by the upper class.

You’re cute, and you’re attending Keio University, so you’re pretty good in your own terms.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said in a serious manner.

“So what? Even if I marry a famous son like Suzuki Shinsuke, it doesn’t mean that I won’t be subjected to the anger of the other members of their family in the future.

People on the outside will just think that I’m the poor girl who got particularly lucky. On top of that, his friends, and the others who mingle in high society will likewise look down on my origins.” Sakai Meiling had a point.

“You’re just thinking too much. Look at your sister there’s no such thing as you’re talking about!” Masayoshi Kishimoto said in a way that even he himself felt a bit unconvinced.

“If I were in my sister’s situation, I would do it. Who does not know that my sister is an ordinary working class origin, but also hand inside holding that a paper marriage contract.

In the beginning, the Kishimoto family, and you, even if you weren’t a pauper, were ordinary people without much money. Nowadays, you are developed.

In other people’s minds, it’s only natural for you to marry my sister. If you dare to change, you will become not a thing.

As for my sister, in other people’s minds, she is the woman of heaven’s destiny. It’s a thing ordained by heaven, who can say anything else?

Before long, I’m sure the 100 million dollar ship you gave my sister will spread throughout all circles of Tokyo’s high society.

For that reason, who will underestimate my sister? At that time, I don’t know how many snobbish people will be the first to scramble to flatter my sister.” Sakai Meiling retorted without hesitation.