Chapter 756: Rant

Masayoshi Kishimoto left Takahashi’s house and drove all the way north. He had gone from the affluent neighborhood of Aoyama in Minato Ward, where the rich people of Tokyo lived, to the North Ward, where the average family gathered.

This appearance of his in a supercar naturally triggered the attention of a portion of the population, especially the young. He definitely didn’t come here himself to show off, but to find someone.

Just yesterday, Nanno Takayuki had already placed the information of the five candidates for the Inspector General that he had searched for on top of his president’s desk.

He had selected one of them to his satisfaction. This person was a former prosecutor of the Tokyo District Attorney’s Office. During his career as a prosecutor, he had sent three corrupt officials to prison.

It was for this reason that he had offended many people and became the least popular. In the midst of one of the ranks, he followed the wrong person, which led to the liquidation and retaliation.

Masayoshi Kishimoto wanted such a person who had outstanding professional abilities, but was also a person with a fairly strong sense of morality, integrity, and even a head that wouldn’t turn.

He got out of the car after parking it nearby. After asking two more passersby himself, it was only then that he found the man’s residence.

As Masayoshi Kishimoto stood at the front door of a house, he heard the sound of a woman ranting inside. The building in front of him was a house that symbolized the fulfillment and success of Japanese life.

However, deducing from the style of this building, it should be a house from the 1960s and 1970s of the last century, that is, the era when the Japanese economy took off.

It should be more than thirty years old. The man he was looking for was only in his forties. Surely it wasn’t that he was able to buy the land and then build it step by step.

When there was such a house, he was estimated to be around ten years old. If one’s guess was correct, either his father or his grandfather had built this house.

Masayoshi Kishimoto read the last name on the doorplate and without hesitation, pressed the doorbell at the entrance. A few moments later, a middle-aged man opened the door and stepped out.

Masayoshi Kishimoto looked at the other party and directly recognized him. Before this, he had seen the attached photos. There were both work photos, life photos, and personal ID photos.

Nakayama Toshikazu looked at this unfamiliar young man in front of him who he had never met before, and said in surprise: “Excuse me, who are you looking for?”

“I came specifically to find you, Nakayama Toshikazu.” Masayoshi Kishimoto spoke bluntly.

Nakayama Toshikazu became more and more surprised by the other party calling out his name. He struggled to find relevant memories inside his head, but came up empty.

Masayoshi Kishimoto took the initiative to pull out the business card box he was carrying in his sleeve, from which he pulled out a business card of his own was handed over, saying very politely, “First time meeting, please take care of me.”

Nakayama Toshikazu used both hands to take the business card handed over by the other party in his hand and then took a look, the whole person showed a shocked expression.

Hard Gold Group Chairman Masayoshi Kishimoto. This is the famous hard gold plutocrat, one of the economic emperors of Japan. Not long ago, the Hard Gold Group also reached a number of cooperative text content with the Korean government.

Nakayama Toshikazu looked at the business card and then looked at Kishimoto Masayoshi who was standing in front of him. He looked at Masayoshi Kishimoto and lowered his eyes to take a good look at the business card in his hand.

He was completely confused as to why the other party would condescend to come to his door. Besides, he and Masayoshi Kishimoto had never had the slightest bit of involvement.

“I told you to open a door, and it took so long. Who’s here?” Mrs. Nakayama was the one whose mid-range voice arrived at the road before the person had even walked in.

Kishimoto Masayoshi was not difficult to infer the relationship between the other party and Nakayama Toshikazu from the other party’s way of speaking and age above. When he himself met her, he was calm as water and said, “Hello. You must be Mrs. Nakayama!”

“Hello. I don’t dare to be Mrs. Nakayama, I am Nakayama Toshikazu’s wife. May I ask, what is it that you are looking for our family Toshikazu?” Mrs. Nakayama showed a side of warmth that a Japanese woman should have at this time and said.

“I wish for him to come to my company for a position.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said in a serious manner.

“You’re not joking with me, are you?” Mrs. Nakayama couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She carefully looked him over and over from head to toe again and said.

“Not at all.” Masayoshi Kishimoto could understand that look of suspicion the other party was giving herself said.

“Then you should hurry up and come inside and sit down.” Mrs. Nakayama’s face couldn’t help but blossom into a smile, flashing to the side as she proactively invited him into the house.

Her own husband had been idle since he left the Tokyo District Attorney’s office. When a man in his forties lost his job at such an awkward age, it would be extremely difficult for him to find employment again.

In addition, when he was working as a Tokyo District Attorney, his husband was too upright, and although his income was good, he had offended many people.

It became even more difficult to find a job than for ordinary people, after all, he had been blacklisted by a number of companies.

Her earlier rant was about her husband’s dissatisfaction. She had married him without the luxury of wealth, and she didn’t want to see a husband who stayed at home all day and did absolutely nothing.

Masayoshi Kishimoto walked inside, and in the small living room, he casually found a sofa and sat down. He looked at the furnishings inside the house, not to say poor, not to say rich, very ordinary a middle-class family in Tokyo.

Mrs. Nakayama is rushed to open the tea, can not wait for her husband to go to work in the other side of the company tomorrow. As for what to do, she did not care at all, but only cared that her husband could have something to do.

Nakayama Toshikazu’s expression not only looked particularly embarrassed and ugly, but also did not know what to say in front of his wife. He could only sit beside Masayoshi Kishimoto.

Mrs. Nakayama placed a cup of tea on top of the glass coffee table closest to the guest, and then sat down and said, “How much do you intend to pay my husband?”

Kishimoto Masayoshi saw that she asked so directly, and without beating around the bush, raised the five fingers of his left palm and said, “Will this one amount of annual income be able to satisfy you?”

“I haven’t even agreed yet, so you ……” Nakayama Toshikazu suddenly interjected.

“You shut your mouth. Ever since you lost your job, you’ve only known how to stay at home every day. Nowadays, it’s all up to me, a woman, to keep you busy, are you good at that?”

Mrs. Nakayama changed from her previous warmth, completely not waiting for him to finish his words before rudely and directly interrupting at the same time, angrily glaring at her own husband said.

Nakayama Toshikazu was instantly dumbfounded. The way he acted was just like an errant elementary school student in front of his teacher.