Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk

He walked out of the executive office.

Kiryu Yaya breathed a sigh of relief.

After some persuasion, Miyamoto Soichi, the executive in charge of the financing department, has abandoned his evil ways and joined the special investigation team.

With him acting as an inside man, the tide of the game has irreversibly turned in their favor.

Next, all we need to do is let the bullets fly for a while longer.

The elevator doors opened, and Kiryu Yaya stepped inside and pressed the button.

The elevator slowly descended, and he leaned against the wall, slowly closing his eyes, his mind racing with thoughts of what to do next.

Chiyoda's financial resources, Miyamoto Soichi's cooperation, and Nakajima Konosuke's asset clues...

As long as these three conditions meet.

That would allow them to deliver the decisive blow to Konosuke Nakajima!

Back in the investigation team's office, Kiryu Yaya pushed open the door and went in.

The atmosphere in the office was noticeably somber. Clearly, news of the establishment of the procedural oversight team had already reached the investigation team.

Anyone with eyes can see that this is a major limitation on the investigation team.

Of course, even within the investigation team, the news was mixed, with both joy and sorrow.

The happiest person was naturally Inspector Kazama Toru.

He himself is from the Ministry of Supervision, in charge of the special investigation team, and now the Standing Committee is going to establish a procedural supervision group.

Needless to say, he will definitely take the lead in that matter.

With his power growing, Kazama Toru was naturally pleased.

As for Section Chief Ando, ​​who was transferred from the Sales and Management Department, he had an indifferent expression on his face.

For him, the investigation team and all that didn't matter.

He was merely a needle planted by the Kwantung faction; his job was simply to keep a close eye on the investigation team's movements and ensure they did not infringe upon the Kwantung faction's interests.

On the contrary, Fushimi Sanae's expression was not good after hearing the news; she looked slightly melancholy.

After a moment's thought, Kiryu Yaya understood her thoughts. For her, it didn't matter which department she was in; all she needed were good grades.

Only by achieving outstanding results can she hope to become the top trainee and stay at the head office.

Therefore, the special investigation team was subject to such great restrictions, which naturally meant that it could achieve far fewer results in the future.

Just then, Kazama Toru walked over with the newly drafted document and approached Matsumoto Takahiro:

"President Matsumoto, the framework for the procedures oversight team's responsibilities has been finalized by the board of directors. As proposed by Executive Director Sato, both interbank transfer requests and the retrieval of executives' personal assets require prior notification to the oversight team."

His tone was unhurried and composed, a stark contrast to his demeanor when he learned that Kiryu Yaya and Matsumoto Takahiro had discovered the sealed files.

Kazama Toru smiled slightly:

"I've already had someone draft a preliminary procedure, which should be delivered to your desk before the end of tomorrow's workday. For subsequent major procedural decisions by the investigation team, just follow the established procedures."

"As for the personnel of the procedure oversight team, the oversight department will add them later, and we hope that Minister Matsumoto can understand."

Matsumoto Takahiro looked up at him, his expression calm:

"Understood. I will arrange for someone to review the first draft of the process once it arrives. Thank you for your hard work these past two days, Inspector Kazama."

Please visit [website address] to see the latest chapter! Address: dEqixs.oRg Kazama Toru nodded, turned around and walked back to his workstation.

As he passed by Kiryu Yaya, he smiled, a rare occurrence for him.

Kiryu Yaya responded with a forced smile.

Clearly, in Kazama Toru's view, the special investigation team is now completely constrained by the procedural oversight group.

Minor incidents are fine, but with this procedural oversight group in place, it will be much harder for the investigation team to get involved with executive-level figures.

If Kazama Toru can guarantee this, then he will have done a great service to Nakajima and Sato.

And that was also the purpose of his trip.

Kiryu Yaya shook his head and sat down next to Chihaya Yuri.

Poor Kazama Toru is still unaware.

Whether or not there is any process monitoring or not is meaningless to him now.

As for wanting to curry favor with Nakajima and Sato?

That was even more impossible. Kiryu Yaya glanced at Matsumoto Takahiro and Chihaya Yuri, who both looked somewhat worried, and sighed softly.

We can't tell them about Miyamoto Soichi's defection.

It seems this joy can only be enjoyed by myself.

With that in mind, Kiryu Yaya took out the account records that the Trust Department had retrieved that morning.

This account record simply documents Konosuke Nakajima's declared personal assets.

The record is not thick, only a few pages long.

But for Kiryu Yaya, the true value of this record lies not in the information on paper, but in its contrast to Nakajima Konosuke's asset panel and the upcoming bank statements for Chiyoda.

In this way, as long as Kiryu Yaya can provide a preliminary explanation of the flow of funds, he can cause Miyamoto Souichi to betray Nakajima at the executive meeting, creating a media offensive that catches him off guard.

Kiryu Yaya narrowed his eyes, looking at the few account records.

Konosuke Nakajima's declared personal assets were considered restrained by the standards of a managing director of Mitsubishi Bank.

General deposit: 82 million yen.

Sumitomo Trust Money Trust: 430 million yen. Minami-Aoyama Residence: Appraised value 680 million yen.

Hakone Gora Onsen Villa: Estimated value 320 million yen.

Regular advance payment for employee credit portfolio: 18 million yen.

The total is approximately 1.53 billion yen.

Kiryu Yaya's fingertips moved back and forth between those numbers.

1.53 billion yen sounds like a huge sum, but for someone who has worked in a bank for thirty years and eventually risen to the position of managing director, the figure seems rather cheap.

But Kiryu Yaya knew that beneath this list of cheap goods lay a massive corruption scheme involving over 20 billion yen.

He slowly closed his eyes, roughly comparing the key dates of the two residences and bank statements before him with the important milestones in the Kanto International Development project in his mind.

The house in Minami-Aoyama was purchased in October of 1942.

The Hakone Gora Onsen Villa was purchased in September of the first year of the Heisei era.

The timing of the acquisition of the two properties coincided subtly with two key milestones: the transfer of the old Imperial Palace building and the liquidation and restructuring of the Kanto Asset Development.

If we add the bank statements that Chiyoda is about to receive, the correspondence on the timeline becomes even clearer. And this coincidence is not surprising.

To be honest, with Konosuke Nakajima's salary, it would be quite difficult for him to buy these two residences.

Without the indirect injection of external funds that gave him confidence and courage, he would never have purchased two high-end residences in just three or four years.

Kiryu Yaya closed the account record and tapped his finger lightly on the table.

The approach is now very clear.

All that's left is for Miyamoto Munechika to do his part and get back Chiyoda's bank statements.

And this is the first step in the plan that Kiryu Yaya explained to him!

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Inside the executive office.

Miyamoto Souichi watched Kiryu Yaya leave, then remained seated, motionless for a long time.

The office was quiet.

Tokyo outside the window gleamed with a vibrant and energetic light in the sunlight. But whether it was the buildings and streets or the distant mountains, everything seemed blurred and distant, as if seen through frosted glass.

A long time has passed.

His hand was still on the armrest of the seat, his fingers trembling slightly, as if he wanted to grasp something, but he couldn't grasp anything.

The family photo is still sitting in the corner of the coffee table.

He stared at Sana's smiling face in the photo for an unknown amount of time, remaining stunned for an unknown amount of time.

At a certain moment, the tears in his eyes could no longer be held back and burst forth, completely shattering the mask of a senior executive on his face.

He lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and muttered to himself:

"Sana...it's all Daddy's fault...it's all Daddy's fault...why are these tears just falling by themselves?"

Miyamoto Soichi's shoulders trembled, like a child who had lost all support, utterly alone.

In that moment when no one was around, he slowly began to accept the truth.

This is an unbearable lightness of being for any man.

He didn't know how long he held that position. All he knew was that in that instant, his heart felt like it was being torn apart.

It wasn't until a very long time had passed that he gently released his grip and looked down at his palm.

The tears that were once wet have now dried, leaving only a few drops of salt water crystals.

Miyamoto Soichi chuckled self-deprecatingly.

So the tears have all been shed?

He looked at his hands again.

These hands, in his hands, have signed thousands of credit documents, stamped countless times, and even slammed the table during executive meetings, and wrung out a wet towel for the feverish Sana.

He is a managing director at Mitsubishi Bank and also a father.

A father who has accompanied his daughter through more than 20 years of her life.

And now, suddenly someone jumps out and says that Sana is not his daughter.

He himself was cuckolded for over twenty years.

Even considering just one instance, Miyamoto Soichi couldn't accept it, let alone two combined? Even if that person was his direct superior whom he had groveled before for over twenty years—

Kenichi Sato!

He absolutely cannot forgive him!!

Absolutely unforgivable!!!

Miyamoto Soichi pressed his hand to his head again, staring intently at the family photo, his eyes brimming with tears.

He growled each word slowly and deliberately, each syllable a torrent of anger and resentment.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

"Fuck you, Sato! Sato!! Sato!!! Sato!!!!!!!!! Sato!!!!!!"

"I! I... I will make you pay the price!!!!"

The low growls echoed in the empty office, like a caged lion charging against its cage time and time again.

Miyamoto Soichi maintained the position of grabbing his head with both hands, his shoulders heaving violently, and his breathing became heavy due to the intense fluctuations of his emotions.

But his pause was not due to a decrease in his anger, but rather because he was caught in a dilemma. That is, although he wanted Sato to pay a price, he couldn't yet concretize that price.

But soon, a person who had just faded from his sight gave him inspiration!

Ko Utahiko!

At that very moment, Miyamoto Soichi suddenly let out a silly laugh, and at the same time uttered a strange cry that was difficult to understand:

"Alas!!!"

"I've made up my mind! I've made up my mind!!"

Within what seemed like a cage made of ten fingers, his crazed face suddenly shot upwards, revealing several bloody scratches from his fingernails.

But he didn't care at all, only delighted by the brilliant inspiration that had just occurred to him:

"Hehehehe!!"

"Sato..."

"Sato!!!"

"Sato—" "I'm going to kick you out of Mitsubishi Bank, completely and utterly!! I'll kick you out without any mercy!!!"

Even if... it comes at the cost of my life!

Immediately, Miyamoto Muneichi burst into laughter.

As the managing director of Mitsubishi Bank, he certainly knew what the most direct way to ruin a senior bank executive was.

But in the end, his laughter was tinged with a strange sadness.

Although he was determined to destroy Kenichi Sato.

But what happens after it's destroyed?

Is it possible to go back to the past?

Miyamoto Soichi stared blankly out the window.

After the emotional outpouring, all that remains is endless emptiness.

He sat alone in his office for almost an hour.

The sun outside the window had moved from the east to its zenith, illuminating the buildings in the direction of Nanqingshan. His gaze remained fixed on the family photo on the coffee table, as if trying to find something he once possessed in those faded smiles.

But he ultimately found nothing.

He slowly stood up, walked to the sink in the corner of the office, and turned on the tap.

The icy water flowed over his fingers. He lowered his head, scooped up a handful of water, and splashed it on his face.

Water droplets dripped down his chin. He looked up and saw his face, wet with water, in the mirror.

The person in the mirror had slightly red eyes and several nail marks at the corners of their eyes, giving them a fierce look.

Miyamoto Soichi muttered to himself:

"Sato, I'm here!"

He reached for the towel hanging nearby, dried his face, straightened his wet collar, then walked back to his desk and picked up the internal phone.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

"Finance Department, Kondo."

"Chief Kondo, it's me." Miyamoto Souichi's voice returned to its usual calm and composed tone, sounding no different from usual.

"Managing Director Miyamoto, please give your instructions."

"The special investigation team doesn't seem to have obtained Chiyoda General Planning's bank statements yet. I remember this company is a client of our financing department; we had a few business dealings?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, as Kondo Koji was clearly flipping through documents quickly.

"Chiyoda General Planning... We did have a few dealings, mainly between Heisei 1 and Heisei 2. We commissioned them to conduct regional market research several times. The amounts were small and were normal business expenses."

"That's great."

Miyamoto Soichi leaned back in his chair, his tone natural:

"The special investigation team is currently stuck on the interbank inquiry process, which is taking a while. Since Chiyoda has had business dealings with our financing department, we'll send a routine inquiry letter to Chiyoda directly in the name of the financing department."

"Don't make the inquiry too complicated. Just say it's a routine annual compliance review and ask them to provide all business records related to the financing department from the first year of the Heisei era to the present, including contracts, payment vouchers, and bank statements. The document should be stamped with the financing department's seal, and I will sign it."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

Koji Kondo's voice carried a hint of cautious probing:

"Managing Director Miyamoto, this inquiry letter... and the special investigation team's inter-departmental inquiry letter, could there be any overlap? If Chiyoda receives two inquiry requests, they might be a bit confused." "There won't be any overlap."

Miyamoto Soichi's tone remained calm:

"The investigation team's inquiry letter requested the bank to provide account statements, while we, on our side, requested business records from the company itself in the name of the financing department. The legal nature of these two documents is completely different."

He paused for a moment, a subtle hint of meaning creeping into his voice:

"Furthermore, Minister Kondo, if Chiyoda receives a formal letter from the financing department, they'll actually be more willing to cooperate. After all, nobody wants to leave a record of non-cooperation in normal business dealings, right?"

Koji Kondo understood.

This is not a simple confirmation letter.

This is creating a convenient way for Chiyoda General Planning to submit bank statements and other materials under the guise of cooperating with the Finance Department's compliance review.

Once the materials reach the financing department, the investigation team's authority to access these records is simply a matter of going through an internal process.

"I understand. The letter will be drafted this afternoon and sent out first thing tomorrow morning. If expedited processing is needed, I'll have the general affairs department use the express delivery channel."

Miyamoto Soichi emphasized his words:

"It's extremely urgent!"