The glory of Kyoto wings

Chapter 217 217. Because I know too much

In the three or four days after the rain stopped, no one came to disturb him, and the days were uncharacteristically peaceful.

Minamoto Raikou felt a little uncomfortable.

Except for Mizusawa Xia Ye who occasionally had contact with him, the other girls who were deeply involved with him died down at the same time.

It's like turning on Do Not Disturb mode.

Although he could feel that a storm might be brewing in the dark, Minamoto Raimitsu was not worried, and instead found something for himself to pass the time.

Shimokyo Ward, Shijo Heyuancho Shopping Street.

The warm sunshine covers the streets, and the commercial street here is full of atmosphere. Fashionably dressed women can be seen everywhere, and the female students are more youthful and beautiful.

"The overall situation is like this. After Mr. Yuan signs the contract, I will complete the account transfer within a week."

"It's really troublesome Miss Takizawa."

"It's just what it should be. If you have any questions in the future, you can contact me at any time."

Standing in the shop which was still a clothing store, Minamoto Raimiko glanced not far away, and saw the Gucheng lawyer who was talking to the owner of the clothing store who rented the shop.

Beside him is a young woman in a windbreaker with permed brown curly hair. She is the owner of these shops, and she is here to sell them.

Shijo Heyuan Town is not only in Shimogyo District, but even in the whole of Kyoto, it is considered prosperous. Of course, there is no shortage of traffic, and there is no possibility of vacancy.

Therefore, when these shops were transferred, they were not in the form of vacant rooms, but were renewed by the merchants who had originally rented them, but the person who paid the rent was changed.

While he was still observing his surroundings, Miss Takizawa beside him asked curiously, "Mr. Yuan seems to be very young. Could it be that he just graduated from university?"

Her voice sounded crispy, which made Minamoto Raimitsu feel like biting into an egg yolk crisp.

In Minamoto's sight, this lady surnamed Takizawa seems to be very good at dressing, with dark brown curly hair drooping on the windbreaker, and the neckline is slightly open to reveal the white sweater inside.

More importantly, the other party turned out to have blue eyes.

Even the bridge of the nose is very tall, and the skin is fair like an oriental, and there is a high probability that she is of mixed race.

It's just that it's not easy to ask too many questions when you meet for the first time.

Through the short conversation just now, he knew that Miss Takizawa in front of him was still unmarried, and she was also a returnee, with a strong atmosphere of studying abroad.

If only on the surface.

It doesn't look contagious.

But from the more confident conversation tone of the other party just now, Minamoto Raimitsu judged that the other party was probably not the kind of scheming green tea with duplicity.

So he wasn't too interested.

"That's right." Minamoto said with a smile.

He was ambiguous, mainly because he didn't want to explain too much, which was equivalent to perfunctory.

But maybe the temperament is too unique.

Or the distance between the two is relatively close.

This simple smile made Takizawa Miki's heart thump faster, and this young man with deep eyes and mysterious temperament teased him with a smile.

She brushed her brown hair, and the fragrance of roses wafted, her tone of self-confidence turned into a teaser:
"Looking at Mr. Yuan's age, he should have graduated from a bachelor's degree at most, right? In this way, I am three years older than you."

Women don't take the initiative to reveal their age.

Unless there is an intention to get close, or this Miss Takizawa is greatly influenced by the Western atmosphere.

So I don't care about such small topics.

"You're more attractive when you're older."

Minamoto Raimitsu responded with a smile, and then suddenly asked: "Why is Ms. Takizawa thinking of transferring the store?"

Shijo Kawaramachi is an excellent commercial street.

If it is not a simulator reward, if you buy it according to the market price, a facade will be at least several hundred million yen.

And it’s still priceless.

What's more, compared with one-time quick money, based on the current planning map given by the Kyoto Government Office, within the next ten years, this place will still be a bustling commercial area.

In fact, he wasn't interested in asking. After all, the simulators were all arranged, and he was just changing the subject.

"The family has some financial problems and needs money in other areas, so I had to sell some real estate."

When this question was mentioned, Takizawa Miki blinked and gave the answer to the actual situation.

Sale of real estate for working capital.

This is a very legitimate reason to sell a store.

Minamoto Raimitsu didn't intend to tease the other party anymore, he glanced at a man outside the shop, ready to end today's business negotiation, motioned to the other party and said with a smile:
"I'm fine. Miss Takizawa, if you have friends waiting, you don't have to worry about me."

Outside the bright and clear storefront, a man with freckles on his face paced back and forth, looking inside from time to time, his gaze fell on Takizawa.

This man should be Takizawa Miki's friend.

When Minamoto Raimiko first arrived, the other party was standing outside the door talking with Takizawa Miki, and when they started talking about business, the man waited outside alone.

He also found an excuse to leave.

But when these words fell into Takizawa Weixi's ears, the taste changed, and she couldn't help being slightly stunned for a moment.

She suddenly became thoughtful, and then explained: "It's just an ordinary friend."

Stroking the hair next to his ear, Miki Takizawa glanced at the man in the distance, suppressed the trace of impatience in his eyes, then turned his head to look at Minamoto Raimiko and said:

"I have something to ask Mr. Yuan."

"Miss Takizawa, please tell me."

"I just came back from abroad. I have been studying abroad since I was a child. When I came back, I found that my hometown has changed a lot. If Mr. Yuan is free, why not go shopping together on weekends?"

"Of course." Minamoto Raimiko maintained a decent smile: "It's just that a beautiful girl like Ms. Takizawa should have to queue up if I want to invite her, so it's better not to offend others."

Such a beautiful girl.

In all honesty, Takizawa Miki almost vomited these words in the past so many years.

Not to mention living in the West before.

Others express their emotions more obviously, and they only say things like how beautiful you are, or how good you are.

But it was different when Minamoto Larimitsu, a mysterious and handsome young man, said these words.

It always feels like it comes from the heart.

Maybe that's what the face does.

Takizawa Miki showed a bright smile.

It's just that Minamoto's next words made her a little embarrassed: "Miss Takizawa's friends seem to be waiting impatiently, it's better not to disturb you."

"Huh? He..." Takizawa Miki was stunned for a moment, and then Minamoto Raimitsu looked at him quietly with a smile.

There is no meaning of asking for an online account.

There is no sign of an invitation, it seems that it is because the man outside is very polite not to disturb.

The impatience in Takizawa Miki's heart grew even stronger.

But because of face, she couldn't invite Minamoto Raimitsu again, so she could only forcefully smile and say softly:

"In that case, then I won't bother Mr. Yuan to look at the store. If you have any questions, come to me anytime."

Minamoto Raimiko nodded, showing a decent and indifferent smile: "Then I will trouble Miss Takizawa."

"That doesn't count."

Just when Takizawa Miki was about to say some more polite words, and at the same time regretted that he could not continue to develop, a voice with a friendly voice came from the side.

"Weixi sauce, Weixi sauce!"

The man who was waiting outside the door just now walked in directly, and without hesitation went straight to Takizawa Miki's direction, shouting while trotting.

Yelling in public isn't just about being rude.

The person being called out will also be extremely embarrassed, at least from Takizawa Miki's faintly dark face now, Minamoto Raimitsu knows that she is not in a good mood now.

The freckled man came to her side with a smile.

But it seems that he doesn't know how to watch words and expressions.

Takizawa Miki, who was in a bad mood at first, turned his body slightly to the side, distanced himself from the young man, frowned and couldn't help but said:

"Didn't I tell you to wait outside? I still have guests here, and Haneda-kun is too rude."

Haneda Heiji was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect to be reprimanded, he was at a loss for a moment, and could only sneer: "The ordered drink has arrived."

His face was full of flattery.

He also took out two drinks from his hand, inserted the straw carefully and handed them to Miki Takizawa.

Although the latter is disgusted.

But he took it patiently, just carried it like this, and didn't intend to drink it.

Haneda Heiji didn't seem to be aware of the silence, but instead stuck to it, glanced at Minamoto who had turned around, and turned his head again: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go to the district office. These shops have just been transferred, and there are still many procedures to go through."

Takizawa Miki lowered her head, sorted out the various documents in her hand, and stepped back calmly.

She was getting more and more impatient.

Even if it is a friend from childhood, there is no need to be so close, and I have to stand outside waiting for what I am doing, because I was misunderstood by others just now.

If it weren't for the two business contacts.

Coupled with the communication of her parents, just relying on the other party's freckles, she really didn't want to see this face again.

Haneda Heiji is not young, but he looks a little childish in his actions, even his hair is shiny with hairspray, and there is a little simplicity in the greasy.

Looking at Takizawa Miki who was sorting out the files, he smiled and said, "Then I'll go with you."

"Are you free to do things yourself? I remember that Uncle Haneda asked you to supervise the research and development in the factory?"

Takizawa Miki finally couldn't help but raised her head and asked.

Haneda Heiji was trained several times, and now he noticed it, his face was a little flustered, and he didn't know what he thought, so he pursed his lips and shook his head:
"These are not important. You just came back from abroad yesterday, and I finally got to see you today."

After pausing his voice, he took a deep breath and said, "I also prepared a surprise for you."

As soon as he said this, Haneda Heiji put his hand in his trouser pocket, and there seemed to be a box inside.

"Wait, don't take it yet." Takizawa Miki watched his movements, a warning flashed in his eyes, and asked in surprise, "What surprise do you say first?"

Perhaps her vigilance was too obvious, and the sense of distance was immediately reflected, causing Haneda Heiji to slow down, and then fell into silence.

He clenched his fists and took a deep breath.

It seems that he is trying to beat himself up.

Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to speak nervously.

"I like someone, but I have low self-esteem."

"Huh?" Takizawa Weixi was a little surprised, frowned and said, "You just need to pursue it boldly."

"Actually, I like you."

Haneda Heiji suddenly raised his head.

Takizawa Miki's eyelids twitched, and she said calmly and slowly: "Sometimes giving up is also a virtue."

"I really like you. From the first day I saw you, I thought no one was more beautiful than you."

Hearing her refusal, Haneda Heiji spoke in a panic like a punctured balloon.

Takizawa Miki shook her head, and persuaded earnestly: "If you like someone, you can't just look at her appearance."

"I know, but me too"

"Look at your appearance, too."

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Haneda Heiji opened his mouth, like a duck whose throat was choked, and his face turned into a liver color.

Not to mention he was ashamed and indignant.

Even Minamoto Raimitsu, who was pretending to be looking at the shop, was actually listening to the conversation, and was a little surprised.

What the other party said just now.

Hurts a lot and is insulting.

I didn't expect that I was wrong. This Miss Takizawa is also an out-and-out green tea.

It really has the style of predecessors and sages.

It's just that compared to normal green tea, it doesn't always hang people, but it is indeed vicious to refuse what people say.

"Mr. Yuan, it has been dealt with."

At this moment, Gucheng Masaki, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and had a straight waist, came over with a bag, whispered a few words to Minamoto Raimiko, and had finished negotiating with the merchant.

Minamoto Raimiko nodded, and handed him the contract in his hand: "It's really troublesome Kojo-kun."

After saying this.

He thought for a while, and finally took out his mobile phone from his pocket, walked up to the gangster Miki Takizawa, showed his mobile phone, and said with a smile:

"Miss Takizawa, I thought about it just now, maybe I don't have a chance this week, but I should be free next week."

This turning point stunned Takizawa Mixi, but soon her eyes lit up again, and she agreed in the blink of an eye.

"Then let's add a LINE."

Friends who also took out their mobile phones and added software.

This is different from each other's phone numbers.

Adding a software friend proved that there is a possibility of further development, and she was slightly happy in her heart.

The two then exchanged a few more pleasantries.

Minamoto Raimitsu shook hands with her, and finally took Gu Cheng's lawyer to say goodbye to the other party and left the shop.

As for the freckled man just now.

Now he was even more confused, he didn't even understand why he lost until he touched the side of his face.

But he gritted his teeth and still refused to admit defeat.

With his head covered, he walked in the direction of Takizawa Miki, with a flattering smile forced on his face.

Fasheng Temple Town, Heian Jingu Garden Area.

Sunlight fell through the gaps in the dead leaves.

After passing the identification security check, the Maybach stopped steadily in front of the main entrance of the Ranting courtyard.

"Yongshan-jun, please wait a moment."

As soon as he got out of the car, Yuan Laiguang saw that Yong Shanying was about to turn the car around, so he stood in front of the door and stopped him.

"Mr. Yuan, is there anything else?"

Yong Shanying, who was turning the steering wheel and preparing to go home from get off work, stopped when he heard the words, looked towards the door with his head slightly lowered, and asked a compliment.

Minamoto Raimitsu took the garage key out of his pocket.

After pressing the button, the rolling door went up, and then waved his hand, beckoning him to drive the Maybach in.

Yong Shanying drove in full of doubts.

I couldn't help but get nervous.

Thinking that I didn't seem to have made any mistakes, and I didn't lie about the bills, and I kept driving honestly.

But in an instant he thought of something.

Could it be that he was discovered when he deliberately drove this luxury car to pick up his daughter to make other children's parents envious?
Yong Shanying's heart rose to his throat.

But before he could think too much, Minamoto Raimiko stretched out his hand, handed a key to Yong Shanying who had just parked and got out of the car, and pointed to the parking space next to him:

"I changed my car recently. In the future, you will drive this Cadillac first, and leave the Maybach here."

"Cadillac?"

Yong Shanying looked in the direction he pointed.

On the far right is a black Cadillac.

The garage outside the courtyard is very large, and it is a garage that can park six cars horizontally. Now that the Maybach is driving in, four parking spaces are already full.

He took the key in his hand and walked towards the Cadillac on the far right, feeling a little surprised in his heart, not knowing why Raimiko Minamoto wanted to change it.

According to his understanding of his boss.

The grade of this kind of car seems to be somewhat out of line with the price, since it is not expensive after all.

It's just that Yong Shanying looked around the car.

It quickly became apparent that the car seemed a little different.

The length of the whole vehicle seems to be longer than the version in my impression, and the wheels are also a bit strange, and no matter how you look at it, it still feels very familiar.

"The fuel consumption of this car may be a bit high, so I deliberately filled up some gas cards, and I don't use it for reimbursement."

Minamoto Raimiko came over from the side, woke up Nagayama Hideo who was in a daze, and then took out a stack of cards from another car and handed it to him.

Yong Shanying subconsciously took the card.

Immediately, I felt my hands sinking.

Then he looked down and saw oil stuck in his hand which was equivalent to the thickness of two bricks.

His eyes widened again.

Is this a refill card or a wholesale oil card! ?

"Mr. Yuan, why does this car feel bulkier than usual, and the model is also rather strange."

Feeling the boss's financial resources, Yong Shanying took a deep breath, and didn't ask why he didn't apply for a large-value fuel card, but hesitated to ask.

In fact, he was right not to ask about the fuel card.

Minamoto Larimitsu has never done it before, so this is all anonymous, and I didn't ask much at the gas station yesterday, I just feel that it needs to be done more to support this car.

If it is exposed, he doesn't know this common sense.

Minamoto Raimitsu may not say anything, but Nagayama Hideo has already had a shadow of his boss, and may be afraid that Minamoto Raimitsu will hold grudges because of such a trivial matter.

"It's a specially modified car."

"Modified?" Yong Shanying opened the car door and rolled down the glass, only to find that it was two fingers thick, and his eyes widened immediately: "The glass is so thick!?"

"It's bulletproof glass."

Minamoto Larimitsu explained next to him.

"Bulletproof glass." Yong Shanying's thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he was lost in thought as he watched the car.

After watching quietly for a while, Yong Shanying's mind flashed, and suddenly remembered a car that he often saw in the news before, and turned his head suddenly.

His face was gradually shocked, and he began to knock and beat left and right around the car, as if to confirm his thoughts, and he was sweating profusely after a while.

After checking the material of this car, Yong Shanying's complexion was a little pale, and he finally swallowed his saliva and walked back: "What do I think of Mr. Yuan's car?"

"It's about the same as the one you thought."

Minamoto Raimiko nodded with a smile, and could see his worry, and then explained to him:
"But there are formal procedures, you can drive on the road without worry, even the prefectural police won't embarrass you."

"You, are you sure?"

Yong Shanying asked with a trembling voice.

"Will I sit if I have something to do?"

Minamoto Raikou asked with a smile.

Yong Shanying opened his mouth, obviously wanting to say something else, but in the end he died down.

Your job as a driver is to listen less and ask less.

And since Minamoto Raimitsu said so, he has to believe it, not to mention that he has already shown that he can go on the road, otherwise he will not embarrass him as a driver.

But does this car really have formalities?

He said he was very skeptical.

But I can only believe what the boss said just now.

Taking a deep breath, he took the key from Laiguang, and was instructed to say a few more words.

Minamoto Raimitsu chatted with Nagayama Hideo for a few more words.

Until he finished speaking and walked back to the villa.

Yongshan Yingcai drove back to his home in Fushimi District by himself, and for the sake of safety, he also parked the Cadillac at the corner of the street.

But even so, he was still worried.

Then he ran to a nearby intermediary shop, rented a garage near his home at his own expense, and finally parked the Cadillac with peace of mind.

In the garage with the shutter door closed.

Yong Shanying leaned against the bulletproof door, silently took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it with a lighter.

"call--"

The tension eased with the exhalation of smoke.

Even so, his hands were still shaking.

Leaning against the bulletproof glass window, Yong Shanying didn't feel at ease, but endless fear.

Mr. Yuan, you actually got an illegal car!

This car, which is comparable to an armored car, is not just out of bounds. Even in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo, the person who lives in the prime minister's official residence can't get on it, right?
Is this the horror of the consortium?

He doesn't know the background of Minamoto Larimitsu, but presumably he should be a child of a consortium, otherwise it would be impossible to explain such wealth and power at such a young age.

So I already know so many secrets of Mr. Yuan, will I be silenced all of a sudden?

Thoughts are fleeting.

Yong Shanying thought of various ways to die.

On a dark and stormy night, a group of strictly trained squads broke in with guns, directly aimed at himself who was sleeping soundly, and fired without hesitation.

Or one day when I was walking on the road, a sack was put directly on my head, and was dragged directly to Tokyo Bay by the black gloves of those upper-class people to feed the fish.

I should not go to Tokyo Bay. According to the order of speed priority, I should go to Lake Biwa. The water area is large and deep, and the important thing is that the distance is short.

Thinking of this, Yong Shanying really wanted to quit this job, but he thought that the originally difficult life had finally improved, and his daughter had just transferred to a school with a high deviation value and high tuition fees.

He twisted another cigarette and lit it.

After smoking the remaining half pack of cigarettes, Yong Shanying walked out of the garage and arranged anti-entry measures.

When I got home, my wife and daughter were not there.

At this time, the wife should have just picked up her daughter, and she might be on her way back.

But Yong Shanying couldn't bear it anymore.

He went to the bedroom, rummaged through the dusty drawer and found a black pen, then tore off a few sheets of paper from his daughter's homework book in the living room and started to write on his stomach.

The more I write about Yong Shanying, the more hopeless I am.

This tough guy who had served in the military tightly pursed his lips, trying to make himself a man.

Even if the handwriting is crooked.

But he felt that this was the most beautiful handwriting he had written after dropping out of junior high school. After all, it was very possible that these words were the last handwriting he left in this world.

[Nameko, I may not be here when you read this letter, but since you can read it, it proves that you and Kahara are not implicated. ]
[Don’t think about finding the cause of my death, or even have the idea of ​​revenge, take your daughter to leave Kyoto, go to Hokkaido or go abroad directly. ]
[I know you will be sad, and you are only in your 30s. If you are too sad, I will not be happy down here. If you can remarry, remarry. ]
[Forget it, you'd better not remarry, or I won't feel at ease as a ghost, please forgive my selfishness, it's a pity we didn't have another son. ]
[I really love you all, and I really don't want to leave alone, but there are some things that I can't decide, I really know too much.]
(End of this chapter)