Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk.

The arrows and numbers are densely packed, but every line is drawn clearly, and the source is marked next to each number.

The air in the office was silent for about ten seconds.

The water dispenser made a gurgling sound.

Then Chihaya Yuri stood up, folded the A4 paper, and tucked it into her notebook.

"I will discuss this matter with the section chief."

Chihaya Yuri's tone remained calm, but Kiryu Yaya sensed the weight in it.

"Kiryu-kun."

"Yes."

"You did a great job today."

Chihaya Yuri glanced at him, her gaze finally carrying a hint of positive assessment.

Kiryu Yaya bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Section Chief Chihaya."

Chapter 7 The Section Chief's Reaction

Holding the A4 paper written by Kiryu Yaya, Chihaya Yuri walked into the section chief's office.

Section Chief Masakazu Yamada was reviewing this week's collection reports when he saw her push the door open and looked up.

"what happened?"

Chihaya Yuri placed an A4 sheet of paper on his desk.

"Kiryu Yaya believes that President Nomura's loan may need to be reviewed again."

Masakazu Yamada glanced at the paper, then looked up at Yuri Chihaya.

"Was this written by Kiryu?"

"Yes."

Masakazu Yamada leaned back in his chair, touched his chin with his right hand, and remained silent for a while.

"A freshman from Tokyo University?"

"Yes."

"You've only been here for less than a month?"

"Yes."

Masakazu Yamada let out a soft "hmm," then picked up the A4 paper and read it over again from beginning to end.

"Have someone re-examine Kenichiro Nomura's personal credit report, and also conduct an on-site investigation to determine the current value of the raw materials. In addition, contact the equipment supplier to confirm whether the price quoted for that batch of equipment is accurate."

"clear."

Chihaya Yuri turned to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Masakazu Yamada called out to her.

"Don't let anyone else know about this for now. Tell Nomura that the bank's internal approval process has been delayed and will take a few days. Make the reason plausible so he won't suspect anything."

Chihaya Yuri nodded, opened the door, and went out.

Masakazu Yamada sat in his chair and looked at the A4 paper again.

It's really well written.

Are newcomers these days really that good?

……

[World line converging - fork two selected]

One Honda Super Cub 50 moped has been added to the system storage.

In Japan, motorcycles are categorized into lightweight, medium-sized, and large motorcycles based on their engine displacement.

A light motorcycle would cost at least 20 euros.

While it's not as satisfying as a cash reward, it at least solves my commute problem.

The only problem is that Kiryu Yaya hasn't gotten his driver's license yet.

Fortunately, if you are only taking the test for a moped license, you only need to pass a written test plus two hours of skills training.

The cost is only €10,000.

Kiryu Yaya walked into the bank cafeteria, looked at the system notification, and secretly thought that he would save enough money to get a driver's license so that he could ride a motorcycle to and from get off work.

This undoubtedly greatly improved his quality of life.

The bank's cafeteria is on the second floor of the annex.

The space is not large, and it can accommodate about seventy or eighty people at the same time. The decoration is not luxurious, but it exudes an understated elegance.

The tables and chairs are custom-made in oak color, with dark blue velvet cushions.

The row of seats by the window offers a view of the ginkgo trees on Midosuji, where new leaves are just sprouting in April, a tender, vibrant green.

Lunch is a buffet, with a different menu each day.

Today's menu includes salt-grilled mackerel, Chikuzen-ni (chikuzen-ni), chilled tofu, miso soup, and rice. There is also a salad bar and a beverage station with unlimited coffee and black tea.

For this kind of meal, the employee only needs to pay €150.

The rest is bank subsidies.

In Osaka in 1991, €150 wasn't even enough to buy a bowl of standing-only ramen.

But at the Mitsubishi Bank cafeteria, you can get a whole salt-grilled mackerel.

This is the daily routine of a banker.

Kiryu Yaya scanned the table with his tray.

The colleagues in the financing department sat together in twos and threes, chatting quietly about their work that morning.

Chihaya Yuri wasn't in the cafeteria; she was probably still dealing with President Nomura's affairs.

He was about to find a corner to sit down when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

Near the drinks counter, a girl with a short ponytail was sitting alone.

Yayoi Minna.

Her plate contained only a small piece of salt-grilled mackerel and half a bowl of rice; she didn't take any Chikuzen-ni or cold tofu.

She placed her chopsticks on the chopstick rest, her head down, her hands on her knees, and her shoulders slightly hunched.

He looked like a small animal that had been soaked by the rain and was hiding under the eaves.

Kiryu Yaya glanced at her for two seconds, then picked up his tray and walked over.

"Excuse me, is this room taken?"

Mizuna Yayoi looked up, saw it was him, and her eyes widened instantly.

"S-Senior!"

She instinctively tried to stand up, but her knee hit the table leg, causing the miso soup in her plate to slosh around. She hurriedly grabbed the rim of the bowl, her face turning bright red.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong, you don't need to apologize."

Kiryu Yaya sat down opposite her and placed his plate down securely.

Mizuna Yayoi sat up straight, her hands clasped together, her gaze darting away, unable to meet his eyes.

"This morning... I'm so grateful to you, senior. I rearranged the documents according to the dates as you suggested. When I delivered them to the meeting room, the account manager accepted them without saying a word. In the past... I would always get a few words of criticism, and I always thought I was going to have them returned, but not today, really not."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a soliloquy.

"That's good."

Kiryu Yaya picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of Chikuzen-ni.

The silence lasted for a while.

Mizuna Yayoi secretly glanced at him, then quickly lowered her head again.

"Um...senior..."

"Ok?"

"You left so quickly this morning, I didn't even have a chance to ask your name... I don't even know which department you're from... I... I don't even know who helped me, this is really so rude..."

As she spoke, the tips of her ears turned bright red.