Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk.

The main entrance of Sumitomo Bank's main store.

The sky was overcast and the air was heavy. The stone steps in front of the door were shiny from the previous rain.

Black cars came and went, and bank employees in suits kept passing through the revolving doors.

Mitsubishi Bank and Sumitomo Bank are rival banks.

In normal times, at drinking parties and business settings, they can still maintain a polite facade.

But if someone from one side were to directly appear at the other side's store and disrupt the credit granting meeting...

That's a different matter.

Masakazu Yamada and Yaya Kiryu walked up the steps side by side.

The receptionist had just given a professional smile:

"Welcome, may I ask for your company's services?"

Masakazu Yamada had already handed over his business card.

"Masakazu Yamada, head of the financing review department at Mitsubishi Bank's Osaka branch."

Please immediately inform your bank's financing review department.

"Our bank has initiated an emergency risk briefing regarding the Miyazawa Group and Rokko Golf Development case."

"We hereby request a suspension of any formal minutes confirmation and subsequent procedures for the ongoing Rokkaku extension briefing on the seventh floor."

The receptionist's smile froze.

Risk notification, suspension of meeting.

Even though she was just a receptionist, she immediately understood the seriousness of the situation.

"Please, please wait a moment!"

She almost immediately grabbed the internal phone, her professional composure nearly crumbling.

……

at the same time.

The main building of Sumitomo Bank, 7th floor, large conference room.

After making the call at the front desk, Keiko Miyazawa returned to her seat at the end of the long table.

Yutaro Kamiya watched her sit down again with a cold expression, tapping his fingers on the table.

"All right."

"Now that you're back, don't waste everyone's time."

"Everyone at Sumitomo Bank is very busy, and the group's board of directors isn't here to listen to your repeated excuses."

The Sumitomo Bank auditor then pushed the confirmation form forward a little further, speaking politely and with restraint:

"Ms. Miyazawa, shall we continue?"

"Confirmation regarding your group's direction for the follow-up development of Rokkyo Golf Course"

"I disagree."

Keiko Miyazawa looked up and interrupted him directly.

There was a moment of silence in the conference room.

Sumitomo, the examiner, frowned.

"Ms. Miyazawa?"

Keiko Miyazawa's fingers tightened slightly under the table.

“I disagree with any statements that go beyond the scope of the Rokko project itself.”

"I will not make any verbal or written confirmations until I see the full terms of the borrowing, guarantee, internal funding and extension."

"If Sumitomo Bank insists on producing minutes, please write my objections verbatim into the meeting minutes."

After those three sentences were spoken, the air seemed to freeze.

The examiner stared at her for two seconds.

He had originally thought that the young president's attitude would soften somewhat after he left and returned.

They will at least be pressured by both the board of directors and the bank to back down.

But instead of backing down, she made her stance even more definitive.

"Ms. Miyazawa".

The tone of the Sumitomo Corporation's business section chief finally became a little more subdued.

"What financial institutions value most is a unified window service and consistent communication."

"If your group cannot even confirm the most basic direction of handling the matter, it will be difficult for Sumitomo Bank to continue to grant leniency."

"That's your bank's judgment."

Keiko Miyazawa looked at him, her voice soft yet firm:

"My judgment is that I cannot make such a confirmation based on incomplete information."

Yutaro Kamiya's expression grew even colder.

"Huizi, you're gambling with the entire group's reputation."

"I wasn't acting out of spite."

Keiko Miyazawa turned to look at the old director:

"I'm just confirming the boundaries of responsibility."

Yutaro Kamiya narrowed his eyes, his voice deep:

"Then let me make myself clearer."

“If you refuse to cooperate even with the most basic stability of the group today, the board of directors will naturally reconsider whether you are still suitable to continue sitting in this position.”

Miyazawa sat to the side, his hands folded, his expression gentle to the point of being impeccable.

Only then did he finally speak slowly:

"Huizi, your uncle never wanted things to get this ugly."

"But the group's problems are not just about one person's feelings."

“Sumitomo Bank, the board of directors, the project owner, the members, the construction company... so many people are watching.”

If you insist on not providing direction, then everyone can only assume...

He paused for a moment, his gaze behind his glasses slowly landing on her face.

"You are not capable of handling the responsibilities of this position."

This statement is more direct than any of the previous pressure tactics.

in other words:

Either nod.

Either prepare to be removed from the position of president.

No one spoke in the meeting room.

Everyone was waiting for Keiko Miyazawa's reaction.

Just then...

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Boom, boom.

There was a knock on the conference room door.

Sumitomo, the examiner, frowned:

"Come in."

The door opened, and a young employee strode in, bowed to everyone, and then went straight to the inspector, whispering a few words in his ear.

In an instant, the inspector's expression changed.

"What did you say?"

The young employee lowered his voice and repeated it.

Not only Miyazawa Hara, but even Kamiya Yutaro noticed something was wrong, and his brows furrowed.

next second.

The door was pushed open again.

Chapter 64 The War Between Banks

The door was pushed open again.