Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk.

There was no secretary, nor anyone from the general affairs department to move things around.

These tasks are probably finished.

Kiryu Yaya raised his hand and knocked on the door twice.

"Please come in."

Konosuke Nakajima's voice came from inside, sounding somewhat hoarse and tired.

Kiryu Yaya pushed open the door and went inside.

Konosuke Nakajima's office was slightly smaller than Soichi Miyamoto's, but the layout was almost identical.

A dark-colored desk, a bookcase against the wall, a sofa area by the window, and a calligraphy scroll hanging in a niche that reads €€€€

Unmoved by wind and rain

Konosuke Nakajima stood behind the desk, in front of a cardboard box with its lid closed.

All that remained on the table was a telephone, an empty teacup, and a signed handover checklist.

He was wearing a white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, his tie was off, and his suit jacket was draped over the back of the chair.

Her hair wasn't combed as neatly as usual, with a few strands hanging down her forehead, making her look more than a decade older than she did in the boardroom.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up, his gaze falling on Kiryu Yaya's face, a hint of surprise and confusion on his face:

"Is it Kiryu too?"

Kiryu Yaya stopped two steps away from the desk and bowed slightly:

"Former Managing Director Nakajima, excuse me."

Konosuke Nakajima's gaze lingered on him for two seconds before shifting to the horizontal plaque that read "Unmoved by Wind and Rain".

He suddenly chuckled, a soft laugh tinged with self-mockery:

"You... came here to see me fail?"

Kiryu Yaya shook his head, but did not speak.

Konosuke Nakajima looked puzzled, forced a smile, and said:

"So you're not here to catch up with me, are you?"

Kiryu Yaya shook his head again.

Now Konosuke Nakajima was even more confused:

"So what are you here for?"

Kiryu Yaya looked at him for a long time before finally saying:

"I'm here to congratulate former Managing Director Nakajima."

Konosuke Nakajima, unsure whether it was sarcasm or something else, chuckled and said:

“I was just ousted from my executive position, and everyone else is avoiding me like the plague, yet you come to congratulate me… Isn’t that a bit too strange?”

Kiryu Yaya shook his head, smiled, and said:

"Not surprising at all. Although you, former Managing Director Nakajima, lost your position and had some of your freedom restricted, your hidden assets are still doing very well."

“Anonymous accounts at Swiss banks, fund shares in the Cayman Islands, private accounts at HSBC in Hong Kong, family trusts in Bermuda, gold bars in a vault in Nihonbashi, Tokyo, and those painting collections.”

"All of these added together, there must be at least 20 billion, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Konosuke Nakajima's hand trembled violently. He looked at Yaya Kiryu nervously, unable to even finish his sentence:

"How...how did you know?"

Kiryu Yaya didn't rush to answer. Instead, he took two steps to the side and sat down on the sofa opposite the desk.

His movements were simple and natural, just like a colleague who came to visit.

But in this situation, it inevitably feels like the guest has taken the lead.

But Konosuke Nakajima stood there, stiff as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water.

He stared at Kiryu Yaya, his gaze shifting from initial shock to deep wariness:

"who are you?"

Kiryu Yazai chuckled:

"Doesn't former Managing Director Nakajima recognize me? I'm from the General Affairs Department, General Affairs Section, Mitsubishi Bank Tokyo Headquarters..."

"Kiryu, ya ya."

Konosuke Nakajima pursed his lips into a thin line.

He must know Kiryu Yaya's identity.

But the problem is, how could a lowly general affairs clerk possibly know those things?

Anonymous accounts at Swiss banks, Cayman Islands fund units, HSBC private accounts in Hong Kong, Bermuda trusts, gold bars and painting collections in Nihonbashi vaults…

These things were his hidden assets that he had been planning for many years. Not only did Kenichi Sato not know about them, but even his family did not know about them.

Kiryu, too...

How did you know that?

How could a young man in his early twenties know that?

"Former Managing Director Nakajima, you don't need to guess."

Kiryu Yaya seemed to read his mind and said with great interest:

"The fact that I dared to come here means that I already have a complete list of all the assets under your name."

"As for channels, you can understand it as me having some sources of information that others don't have in certain areas."

Then, he pointed to the sofa opposite him, smiled, and said:

“Sit down, Nakajima.”

Chapter 352 Target Shifts, Inspector Kazama!

Kiryu Yaya leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed firmly on Nakajima Konosuke in front of him.

Konosuke Nakajima stood there, his expression changing several times.

He stared at Kiryu Yaya for a long time, as if trying to determine whether the young man was bluffing him or had truly figured out all his cards.

In the end, nothing was gained.

Konosuke Nakajima sighed, walked behind his desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

With his hands clasped in front of his chest and his back straight, he still seemed like the aloof and powerful managing director.

"Kiryu-kun."

Konosuke Nakajima spoke, looking at the young man in front of him.

Even Kenichi Sato, he was able to see through some of it.

And so it is Kiryu.

He couldn't see through it at all.

"What do you want from me by saying all this?"

Kiryu Yaya didn't beat around the bush either:

"It's naturally about Kenichi Sato."

Konosuke Nakajima paused for a moment.

He wasn't stupid; he understood Kiryu Yaya's meaning in an instant.

"You came to me because you want to bring down Kenichi Sato?"

The question was posed, but it was spoken with an air of certainty.

"Yes."

Kiryu Yaya responded.

Konosuke Nakajima found it funny:

"But you're the one who brought me down, and I hate you to the core now. Are you sure I'll help you?"

Kiryu Yaya, with a keen sense of self-awareness, shook his head and said:

"No, the person you hate the most right now is Managing Director Miyamoto, and I'm the second one."

“But even so, you must want to see Kenichi Sato fall down.”

Konosuke Nakajima raised an eyebrow.

He did not respond to this question.

Since it concerns Kenichi Sato, anyone working at Mitsubishi Bank would think twice before acting.

but.