N-M Chapter 385 The building did not collapse
Chapter 385 The building did not collapse
It's happening again...
Seeing Satsuki's calm demeanor, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's anger surged up once more.
Of course he can just walk away.
He is Yoshiaki Tsutsumi.
The owner of Seibu, the land emperor of Japan, and one of the most dazzling names on the world's wealth list.
He had seen countless people bow their heads in the past, and had also prevented countless others from even having the chance to bow their heads. Given his usual temperament, today's words were enough to ensure he would never set foot in the Saionji family home again.
But he can't leave.
He can be angry with Saionji.
But right now, there are really very few wealthy people left in all of Japan. The only one who can save Seibu is Saionji, Seibu's greatest enemy.
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
endure.
endure.
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi, are you still going to get angry with a minor?
endure.
Huff... Deep breath... Deep breath...
After a long pause, he spat out two words through gritted teeth.
"railway."
Satsuki stopped using the flower shears in her hand.
The pause was very brief, but Yoshiaki Tsutsumi saw it.
He finally found something that could make her stop.
"Ikebukuro Line, Shinjuku Line".
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's voice was as cold and hard as if he were cutting his own flesh.
"The commercial operation rights within key railway stations are for 15 years."
Satsuki slowly turned around.
She didn't answer immediately, but simply put the flower shears aside, propped one hand on the edge of the low table, and rested her chin on the other, watching Yoshiaki Tsutsumi with great interest.
That smile was awful.
It's as if to say, this is just an appetizer.
A vein throbbed on Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's forehead.
What are the Ikebukuro Line and Shinjuku Line?
That's the most valuable artery of the Seibu Railway! Every morning and evening, countless people pour into and out of the station!
Don't be fooled by the low profit margins of those small shops, lunch boxes, and cafeterias inside the station. Each one may seem insignificant, but as long as they are placed in places where traffic and pedestrian flow converge, they can scrape a thin layer of gold dust from countless people's wallets every day.
Moreover, it's a channel that allows you to consistently generate profits regardless of the economic cycle!
It's been a full fifteen years!
Fifteen years is enough for a brand to take root in a train station, enough for the aroma of Kitakuniya beef bowls to waft into the noses of commuters, enough for UNIQLO's small stores to fit into the routes that every office worker passes by on their way home, and enough for SA Entertainment's GG logo to be plastered all over the platform walls.
Then this little girl even made a "this is just an appetizer" face!
Satsuki's eyes curved into a smile again.
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's stomach began to ache slightly.
endure.
endure.
He repeated it to himself.
"Prince Hotel"
He uttered another sentence.
Satsuki's smile became even sweeter.
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi almost forced himself to continue, saying, "For the next ten years, all food supplies will be sourced from S-Farm's designated procurement list."
Satsuki blinked.
"Designated procurement list?"
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi gritted his teeth.
"This policy applies to the Prince Hotel in Tokyo and also to those in Hokkaido. Seibu retains the right to quality control for banquet halls, breakfast restaurants, room service catering, and gift box procurement, but S-Farm has priority supply rights."
This is another stable cash flow.
Beef, strawberries, dairy products, vegetables, rice, gift boxes—anything that gets a Prince Hotel purchase label will transform from a farm into a stable cash flow.
More importantly, this will transform S-Farm from "Saionji's own farm" into "a farm that supplies Japan's top hotel system".
Once a brand enters the Prince Hotel kitchen, its prices can be raised legitimately.
Satsuki clapped her hands lightly.
"Oh my gosh~ Does President Tsutsumi really like eating things from our farm?"
"Saionji Sakae—"
"Okay, okay."
Satsuki smiled and extended a finger, gently touching Tsutsumi Yoshiaki's lips.
The movement was light and quick, like a little girl stopping an elder from saying something unlucky.
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi froze.
He had never been silenced like that in his entire life.
Especially the one who silenced him was that little devil who was cutting flesh off his own body.
"Since Chairman Tsutsumi likes it so much, shall I take you to our family's specialty restaurant later?"
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi grunted, thinking that this should finally put an end to it.
Satsuki seemed completely unaware of what she had done, and then suddenly turned around, as if she had remembered something very important.
"—However, our restaurant is fully booked, I don't know if there are any seats available."
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's expression, which had just relaxed, tensed up again, and his temples twitched several times.
If you want to eat, how could there be no seats?
Everyone else's reservations have been cancelled, but there's still a spot for you!
He was suddenly amazed by his own ability to endure.
If he could walk out of the Saionji family's flower room alive today, he felt he would probably never get angry at the idiots at the board meeting again.
Compared to this little girl, those idiots at least wouldn't cut off his flesh while asking him if he wanted to stay for dinner—dishes made from his flesh.
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi closed his eyes briefly.
I miss you guys, you idiots on the board, you're all so adorable.
"Seibu Lion".
Satsuki stopped turning around.
Seeing this, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi was startled and quickly added.
"The team can't give it to you! Don't even think about it!"
Satsuki looked completely innocent.
"I haven't said anything yet."
Your eyes have already spoken.
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi said coldly.
Satsuki laughed even more happily.
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi took a deep breath and dropped his final offer.
"You get all the business rights around Seibu Stadium. Food stalls, merchandise counters, outdoor seating, VIP box reception, post-match shuttle service, five-year operating rights."
"To clarify, the team itself, the Seibu Lions name, and broadcasting rights are not included in this scope."
As if afraid she would raise the price further, he added, "This is the last thing. If we keep selling, Seibu will become an empty shell."
Upon hearing this, Satsuki immediately put on a hurt expression, and even pretended to wipe away a non-existent tear from the corner of her eye.
"Uncle Di's words make me sound like some kind of greedy and despicable person."
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi has become immune to this devil's acting skills.
He grasped the key point—the change in address.
Chairman Di became Uncle Di.
That damned, greedy, shameless, and utterly immoral little devil finally accepted the terms.
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi snorted coldly and stood up.
"Your restaurant had better be worth the price I'm offering."
He turned and walked out.
Sure enough, Satsuki immediately followed, her steps so light that Tsutsumi Yoshiaki wanted to turn around and glare at her even more.
"Uncle Di's request is probably a bit difficult."
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi stopped and turned to look at her.
Satsuki said with a smile, "Unless we're flying to the far side of the moon for dinner, we won't find a dinner that matches your offer."
"Little girl, you're so glib."
"Isn't it being eloquent and persuasive?"
"Say what you want."
The two walked down the corridor one after the other.
The courtyard outside the corridor was covered with a light snow, and the pine branches beside the stone lantern swayed slightly in the wind. Fujita followed not far away. When Shimada saw Tsutsumi Yoshiaki come out, he immediately took half a step forward, but was stopped by a look from Tsutsumi Yoshiaki.
Satsuki strolled leisurely beside her, as if the negotiation just now was merely a casual chat before afternoon tea.
"Uncle Di".
She suddenly spoke.
"Don't you think we have a lot in common?"
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi did not stop.
"Yes, we have a lot in common."
His tone was tinged with sarcasm.
"They all like land, they all like money, and they all like to make others feel that they have no way out."
"Also, none of them are good people."
Satsuki smiled.
"I don't agree with the last one."
"It's no use denying it."
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi said coldly.
Satsuki wasn't angry.
"Don't you think we actually have a very good foundation for cooperation?"
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi stopped in his tracks.
He turned his head to look at the little girl who had just cut a large chunk of flesh from his body.
"I just gave you so much, and now you want to talk to me about a partnership?"
"It is precisely because you have cut off something that we have a basis for cooperation."
"Otherwise, what merit or ability does Saionji possess to cooperate with a behemoth like Seibu?"
Satsuki spoke with righteous indignation.
"Isn't that how doing business works? Once you've had a fight, you know how much pain the other person is in, and you also know where the knife is going to stab. Only then can you sit down for a meal and not treat each other like philanthropists."
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked at her for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.
He had to admit that the words were crude, but true.
In this era, the Japanese business community talks about principles, but behind the scenes, it's all about price.
The people you can truly cooperate with are often not those who have never had a falling out, but those who, even after a falling out, still know where the other person's bottom line is.
"There is indeed a foundation."
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi said slowly.
"However, you're still so close to Bai Shui?"
Satsuki asked the question as if it were just a casual remark.
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's laughter stopped.
He turned to look at her.
Satsuki still had that same smile, but this time, it seemed more genuine than before. She stood under the corridor light, a few snowflakes blown in from the courtyard clinging to her hair, her eyes smiling.
She tilted her head, seemingly waiting for his answer.
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked at her and suddenly burst into laughter.
The laughter was so loud that it startled the birds in the courtyard, causing them to fly away from the shadows of the trees. It was as if the laughter was releasing all the anger, humiliation, and absurdity that had been bottled up in the flower room all day.
Shimada stood at the back, his face somewhat stiff.
Fujita remained expressionless.
Satsuki waited quietly for him to finish laughing.
After a while, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi stopped laughing, and his eyes sharpened again.
"very good."
He said.
"Let's start by taking down the White Water Society through our alliance."
Satsuki's smile finally blossomed completely.
Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked out at the deep night outside the courtyard, his voice carrying a ruthlessness he hadn't shown in a long time.
"These remnants of the old era have been sitting in power for far too long."
……
I watched him build his magnificent mansion, I watched him host lavish banquets, I watched his mansion...
The building didn't collapse, it's just that the owner is about to change.