Sazaki Gen still wanted to pull off a few more deals; this business was faster than robbing banks, and it was even legal. Two billion yen a week, eight billion a month, and the Inakawa Association becoming Japan's biggest company was just around the corner!

The Financial Bureau noticed the large transactions, but they hadn't figured out what was going on. The inefficiency of the Japanese Government was well-known, yet their public apologies were always swift.

But Fushimi Roku wasn't interested; he'd already exceeded his workload this week. If he had to work this intensely every day, he reckoned he'd be impotent by thirty, physically deteriorated by forty, partially buried by fifty, and in the ICU every day by sixty... A slower-paced life was still better.

Isn't making money all about enjoying life?

If you only make money without enjoying it, what's the point of making money?

Fushimi Roku was very clear about it; he had no grand ambitions of building a business empire nor anything he wished to leave to future generations. As long as he was living well, that was enough.

For the time being, the business of flipping bad assets was put on hold, and after paying taxes, there were still 7 million yen left. Fushimi Roku paid the balance on the house and asked the real estate agent to help with furnishing it.

Afterward, he took Goto Shunsuke for a team-building session, this time inviting Kazama Tatsuya and Watanabe Shun. The four went to a high-end izakaya, feasting on premium shochu and ordering 5A grade wagyu beef.

Watanabe Shun ate with oil dripping from his mouth, glancing around the private room where a hand-crafted ukiyo-e master's "Mount Fuji in Snow" hung on the wall, and the warm glow of paper lanterns reflected on the matte black ceramic dishes.

In the center of the tatami was a cypress square table with gilded edges, and the dripping wagyu beef fat sizzled on the charcoal grill. Diamond-cut ice cubes rested in the cooler of premium shochu. Outside the sliding door, the faint strumming of a shamisen playing "Rokudan no Shirabe" exuded a sense of "expensive but deliberately understated" Japanese luxury.

He admired it for a long time, lost for words, only able to exclaim, "Subarashii, skoi, so luxurious, it must be expensive, right?"

Fushimi Roku waved his hands repeatedly, talking while eating, "Not at all, not at all, little money, little money."

Kazama Tatsuya took a sip of shochu, smacked his lips, and asked, "How much money did you actually make these past few days? What kind of business is the company doing?"

Fushimi Roku started to spin tales, talking about debt restructuring, targeted measures, asset products... Initially, he recited like he was reading from a PowerPoint, but as he rambled on, he didn't know what he was talking about, saying whatever came to mind, inventing terms when he didn't understand himself, almost enough to come up with a commercial bible.

Hmm, writing a book on success is a lucrative business opportunity these days. When there's time later, he'll hire someone to ghostwrite an autobiography, with a preface titled 'How I Made Two Billion Yen in a Week,' and the book's title will be 'Roku's Way,' sure to be a bestseller.

Kazama Tatsuya and Watanabe Shun listened in complete bewilderment, feeling like they'd heard nothing at all, still having no clue how their company was making money.

They could only cast desperate looks at Goto Shunsuke, hoping this highly educated junior could explain a bit.

Goto Shunsuke's impression of the president had greatly changed; from being a wicked fool to a once-in-a-century business genius, the ability to make a billion yen out of nothing was a skill he could learn for a lifetime.

He was initially listening seriously, but soon things went awry. The president's mouth started spewing out words that only existed in dreams, which he completely didn't understand. After pondering for a while, he realized the president was bluffing.

It made sense; such a profitable business secret couldn't be casually revealed! Even to veteran employees, it must be kept secret!

Thinking further, Goto Shunsuke realized he was involved in this matter with the president, and that the president wasn't hiding anything from him indicated that in the president's mind, his status was higher than Watanabe Shun and Kazama Tatsuya's, immediately filling him with the pride of a gallant horse finally meeting its discerning rider.

Given this, he naturally wouldn't betray the president, so he echoed the president's words, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand, so don't worry about it. Just focus on managing the company's internal affairs in the future."

Upon hearing this, Watanabe Shun felt his seniority was being challenged, with a sense of having joined the company earlier but proving less capable than a junior, doing little actual work, like freeloading, and in a fit of anger, he slammed the table, "Don't underestimate me! Company security is very important too, okay!"

He pointed his thumb at himself, "With me around, the company's assets are 100% safe, absolutely preventing the mob from taking advantage! If any ignorant punks show up, I'll personally send them straight to the Western Pure Land!"

Goto Shunsuke, unable to hold back his words, couldn't help but retort, "Our company office doesn't even have anything particularly valuable, the most expensive thing is clearly the rent! And we weren't even discussing company safety just now, so why is Senior Watanabe suddenly talking nonsense...?"

"Shut up!" Watanabe Shun snapped sternly, "Do you think such a large inflow wouldn't attract the mob's attention? You're just too naïve!"

He wiped his mouth and, with a butter-smeared hand, slapped the table, recounting a past personal experience, which was a bloody lesson, "Back then, the Inakawa Association could even kidnap a policeman for a mere 10 million yen in stolen money. Now that you guys have so much money, how could it not attract the mob's covetous eyes?"

Having said that, Watanabe Shun began claiming credit for non-existent accomplishments, a trick he learned during previous drug raids, and the person who taught him was Fushimi Roku himself.

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