Masayoshi Kishimoto left Takahashi's house and drove north. He traveled from the affluent community of Aoyama in Minato-ku, Tokyo's wealthy people, to Kita-ku, where ordinary families gathered.

The appearance of him driving a supercar will naturally attract the attention of some people, especially young people. I definitely didn't come here to show off, but to find someone.

Just yesterday, Takayuki Minamino had already put the information on the five candidates for the Minister of Supervision on the desk of his chairman.

He picked out one of them to his satisfaction. This person is a prosecutor at the former Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office. During his career as a prosecutor, he sent three corrupt high-ranking officials to prison.

It is precisely for these reasons that it has naturally offended many people and has become the most unpopular object. In a queue, he followed the wrong person, which led to liquidation and retaliation.

Kishimoto wants to be such a person who has outstanding professional ability, but also has a strong sense of morality, integrity, and even does not turn his head.

After parking the car nearby, he got out of the car. I asked two more passers-by A to find this person's residence.

As Kishimoto stood at the door of a house, he heard the roar of a woman inside the house. The building in front of him is a single building that symbolizes the fulfillment and success of the Japanese people's life.

However, from the style of this building, it can be inferred that it is a house from the sixties and seventies of the last century, that is, the era of Japan's economic boom.

This is more than 30 years old. The man I was looking for was in his forties. It was certainly not that he could buy the land and build it step by step.

When he had such a house, he was estimated to be about ten years old. If his guess is correct, it was either his father or his grandfather who built the house.

Masayoshi Kishimoto looked at the surname on the door number and pressed the doorbell at the door without hesitation. A moment later, a middle-aged man opened the door and walked out.

Masayoshi Kishimoto looked at the other party and recognized it directly. Before that, I had seen some of the accompanying photos. Among them, there are not only work photos, life photos, but also personal ID photos.

Zhongshan Junhe looked at the strange young man in front of him who he had never met, and said in surprise: "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

"I've come to you on a special trip, Toshikazu Nakayama. Kishimoto said bluntly.

Toshiwa Nakayama was called by the other party's name, and he was more and more surprised. He tried to find relevant memories in his head, but found nothing.

Masayoshi Kishimoto took the initiative to take out the business card box of his cuff, took out a business card of his own and handed it over, and said very politely: "When we meet for the first time, please take care of me." ”

Nakayama Junhe took the business card handed over by the other party with both hands and looked at it again, and the whole person showed a shocked expression.

Masayoshi Kishimoto, chairman of the Hard Gold Group. This is the famous hard gold chaebol, one of Japan's economic emperors. Not long ago, Hard Gold Group also reached a number of cooperation texts with the South Korean government.

Toshikazu Nakayama looked at the business card, and then at Masayoshi Kishimoto who was standing in front of him. He looked at Masayoshi Kishimoto, and then lowered his eyes and looked at the business card in his hand.

He couldn't understand why the other party would deign to come to him. What's more, he has never had any relationship with Kishimoto Justice.

"Tell you to open a door, it's been open for so long. Who's coming?" Mrs. Zhongshan was a person who had not yet arrived, and her voice was full of energy.

It is not difficult for Kishimoto to infer the relationship between him and Toshikazu Nakayama from the way the other party speaks and his age. When I saw her, I said calmly: "Hello." You should be Mrs. Zhongshan!"

"Hello. Mrs. doesn't dare to be, I am the wife of Toshikazu Nakayama. Excuse me, what is the matter with our family Toshikazu?" Mrs. Nakayama showed the gentle side of a Japanese woman at this time.

"I hope he will come to my company. "Justice Kishimoto is a serious one.

"You're not joking with me, are you?" said Mrs. Nakayama, who couldn't believe what she had heard. She looked at him carefully from head to toe and looked at him again.

"Not at all. Kishimoto could understand the other party's skeptical gaze at him.

"Then you can come into the house and sit down. Mrs. Nakayama couldn't help but smile on her face, and she flashed to the side and actively invited him into the house.

My husband has been at home since he left the Tokyo District Prosecutor's office. Men in their forties are unemployed at such an embarrassing age, and it will become extremely difficult to find a job again.

In addition, when her husband was working in the Tokyo District Prosecutor, he was too upright, and although his income was good, he also offended many people.

This has become more difficult than ordinary people in finding a job, after all, he has been blacklisted by many companies.

Her previous rant was one of resentment against her husband. I don't want to marry him for luxury, and I don't want to see a husband who stays at home all day and has nothing to do.

Masayoshi Kishimoto walked inside, and found a random sofa position in the small living room and sat down. He looked at the furnishings in the house, he couldn't say that he was poor, he couldn't say that he was rich, he was an ordinary middle-class family in Tokyo.

Mrs. Zhongshan hurriedly poured tea for Zhang Luo, hoping that her husband would be able to go to work in the other party's company tomorrow. As for what to do, she doesn't care at all, she only cares that her husband can have something to do.

Nakayama Toshikazu's expression not only looked particularly embarrassing and ugly, but he didn't know what to say in front of his wife for a while. He had no choice but to sit beside Kishimoto.

Mrs. Zhongshan put a cup of tea on the glass coffee table closest to the guest, and then sat down and said, "How much salary do you plan to give to my husband?"

Seeing that she asked so directly, Kishimoto didn't beat around the bush, raised the five fingers of his left palm and said, "Is this amount of annual income satisfactory to you?"

"I haven't said yes yet, you'll ......," Toshikazu Nakayama suddenly interjected.

"Shut up for me. Ever since you lost your job, all you know is staying at home. Now, it's all up to me as a woman to be busy, are you embarrassed?"

Mrs. Zhongshan changed her previous gentleness, and did not wait for him to finish her words and interrupt rudely and directly, and at the same time, she glared angrily at her husband.

Toshikazu Nakayama was immediately dumbfounded. He behaved like a schoolboy who made a mistake in front of a teacher.