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Chapter 99 Come on! Order me around as you please! [9th update, please vote!]
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Kenta Sasaki's movements were so large that he almost spilled the miso soup. Fortunately, Kishou Arima reacted quickly and caught the bowl, saying, "Be careful."
But Kenta Sasaki was too preoccupied with the bowl to care about; he was staring intently at Yaya Kiryu, almost fainting.
"Transferred...transferred to the financing review department?!"
"At a time like this?!"
"Seriously?! They're transferring me in during a crisis like this?!"
He became increasingly distraught as he spoke, his voice trembling: "Does that mean my file is definitely going to be affected?!"
"I haven't even officially started working there yet, and I'm already being blamed along with the accident investigation team?!"
Yayoi Mizuna was also stunned, a hint of envy creeping into her heart: "Arima-kun and Sasaki-kun—are they going to be transferred to the Financing Review Division?"
Being able to sit in the same classroom as a senior student was something she never dared to dream of.
Arima Kishou was much calmer than Sasaki Kenta, only slightly furrowing his brow and adjusting his glasses: "When was this news received?"
"Chihaya, the department head, told me this a couple of days ago."
Kiryu Yaya said, "Hashimoto-senpai is retiring in July, and the department was already short-staffed. In addition, you two performed well during the Miyazawa case, and the section chief and department head both remember it."
"The HR department originally planned to release the document after the Golden Week holiday, but it should be in the next day or two."
Kenta Sasaki looked utterly devastated: "Not bad—so this is what happens when you work hard?"
Arima Kishou looked at him and said calmly, "At least it shows you're not completely worthless."
"What you're saying doesn't sound like comforting at all!"
"Because it wasn't to begin with."
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Kenta Sasaki held his head in his hands and remained silent for a few seconds.
Then, he slowly lowered his hand and let out a long breath.
That usually noisy person was unusually quiet.
Kiryu Yaya looked at him but didn't say anything.
After a while, Kenta Sasaki looked up.
The shock and unease from before still lingered in his eyes, but more than that, they had turned into a serious expression after gritting his teeth.
"Kiryu-kun."
"Um?"
"Since you're going to be transferred there anyway, there's no escaping it, right?"
"right."
Kenta Sasaki nodded, as if he had finally swallowed a knot in his heart.
"I understand now."
He pushed the fried pork cutlet set meal aside, sat up straight, and surprisingly, without any exaggerated affectation, his expression was very serious.
"If there's anything I can do for this case, just let me know."
"Rather than being transferred there and immediately becoming a scapegoat"
Kenta Sasaki clenched his fist: "I'd rather be there on my very first day and put out the fire."
There was a moment of silence around the table.
Arima Kishou glanced at him, and although his expression remained indifferent, he nodded slightly: "Me too."
"Since it's going to go through the financing review department, this 1 billion yen case is now related to us."
Mizuna Yayoi also sat up a little straighter and added in a low but serious voice, "Um—if there's anything I can do to help with the sales department in terms of organizing data, visiting customers, and confirming replacement documents, I'll do my best."
Kiryu Yaya looked at the three people in front of him and smiled gently.
"it is good."
"I'll tell you if anything happens."
Kenta Sasaki immediately sat up straight: "Come on! Do whatever you want with me!"
Arima Kishou said calmly, "Finish your miso soup first, don't waste it."
Mizuna Yayoi smiled slightly.
1:40 PM.
Mitsubishi Bank Osaka Branch underground parking lot.
A dark blue Toyota was parked at the exit.
The driver this time was still Chihaya Yuri.
Kiryu Yaya sat in the passenger seat, while Yamada Masakazu opened the back door and got in.
The car drove out of the parking lot and merged into the afternoon traffic flow of Midosuji.
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The car was quiet.
It wasn't until they reached the main eastbound road that Masakazu Yamada spoke, explaining to Yaya Kiryu, "The president of Higashi Osaka Seiko is named Masazō Kajiwara, and he is fifty-nine years old this year."
"We started our business in the 1940s, initially processing small cutting parts, and later gradually transitioned to making precision parts for office equipment and industrial machinery."
"The billion yen that came in last year was approved so quickly because they haven't had any major problems in the past thirty years."
Chihaya Yuri, looking down at the documents, added, "Higashi Osaka Seiko has three main clients. The largest one makes roller assemblies for copier manufacturers, accounting for about 40% of sales. The second one makes precision housings for industrial measuring equipment, and the third one makes small batches of automotive electrical components."
"The problem lies with the first company. At the beginning of this year, that customer transferred some of their orders to a new supplier in Aichi, and Higashi-Osaka Seiko's cash flow ran into trouble that same month."
"So when they borrowed money to expand their network last year, they actually missed the mark."
Kiryu Yaya looked at the copy in his hand and nodded slightly.
This situation is not uncommon when a bubble has just burst.
Businesses are still expanding production based on their assessments from the boom period, but orders have already begun to shrink.
On one hand, there is the expanded production capacity and equipment depreciation; on the other hand, there is increasingly slower cash flow.
Making a single mistake in a cycle can be fatal.
"What about a guarantee?"
Kiryu also asked.
Masakazu Yamada's lips twitched slightly: "The factory land and machinery are secured by collateral, but the appraised value isn't optimistic. The land is one thing, but the equipment depreciates rapidly."
"There is still about 200 million in cash value left, which has been seized by the bank."
Chihaya Yuri continued, "The president himself has provided a joint guarantee, but according to the personal asset declaration submitted last year, apart from his own home and a small amount of savings, he can hardly produce anything worthwhile."
Kiryu Yaya hummed in agreement, without saying anything more.
The car continued eastward.
Soon, the roadside scenery changed from office buildings in downtown Osaka to a lower, more crowded industrial area.
The roller shutter door was half-open and half-closed, and behind the tin fence were piles of wooden crates and metal racks. Dust-covered small trucks were parked on the street.
This is Higashi-Osaka.
It is one of the most concentrated and vulnerable manufacturing areas in Osaka.
Higashi Osaka Seiko's factory was older than Kiryu Yaya had imagined.
The gray-white exterior walls are peeling in some areas.
The factory area is not large, with two small delivery trucks parked at the entrance.
As soon as the car came to a stop, Masakazu Yamada got out first.
He looked up at the gray office building and the empty entrance, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Before they arrived, they had already notified Higashi-Osaka Seiko.
According to the basic etiquette that Japanese companies show to banks, even if they are already experiencing financial difficulties and are here to discuss non-performing loans, the company president should at least stand at the door to greet them.
But there was no one at the door.
There's no president, not even a proper general affairs receptionist.
Only an elderly man in the guardhouse raised his eyelids, glanced at the people waiting for him, and lazily gestured towards the building: "The president is in his office on the second floor."