At three o'clock in the afternoon, the mysterious man wearing an antique Western top hat and holding a civilization stick in his right hand appeared in front of Kishimoto for the second time.

The last time he appeared, he invested more than 2 billion yen in himself. Hard gold groups don't exist yet, only hard gold capital companies.

Now, Masayoshi Kishimoto has rolled the other party's money to nearly 8 billion yen. In the face of the old gentleman in front of him, who was quite stylish and temperamental, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of himself.

After all, some things don't have money that will follow, it needs to be accumulated over time. This is all cultivated from a young age.

As soon as the mysterious man sat down, he blurted out, "Can I smoke?"

"Self-deed. Kishimoto sat down on his chairman's throne and gestured with his right hand towards the glass ashtray on top of the solid wood coffee table.

The mysterious man unscrewed the ivory tip of his civilization stick and poured out a fine Cuban cigar hidden inside.

He skilfully unpacked the cigarette, took out the cigar cutter from the left side of his jacket pocket, and then cut off the pointed end of the cigar.

With his right hand, he put down his cigar clipper on the solid wood coffee table, and with his left hand, he pulled out a special lighter for lighting a cigar from his right jacket pocket.

The mysterious man pressed the switch of the lighter, and the blue flames spewed out instantly. In his left hand, he held a cigar cigarette that had been cut off and slowly moved clockwise to the flame.

After a few moments, he released the index finger of his right hand, which was holding the lighter switch. He took a lit cigar in his left hand and put it in his mouth for two puffs, then slowly exhaled the smoke again.

"You're ten million times better than your father. I think that at the beginning, your father took the initiative to find me and borrowed a sum of money from me, which was the prototype of your Kishimoto family's pachinko shop in Ueno, Taito Ward.

He spent most of his life amassing assets of no more than 1 or 2 billion yen. You use his money to make an investment, and in a short period of time, it has multiplied hundreds of times.

That's really impressed with you. In two or three years, you have actually managed the current company, and you have indeed shown extraordinary talent. The mysterious man said neither hot nor cold.

Masayoshi Kishimoto believes that the other party is definitely not talking to himself about these gossips. At the beginning, when he personally called to tell the other party that he had earned billions of yen, he only responded to himself as "I knew" and was done. Nor would I have come to visit in person like today.

"If you need to withdraw money, then I'll write you a check. "Kishimoto is straightforward.

"No, I don't. I'm not looking for you to invest in the above things, but to invite you to visit my horse farm this Saturday morning. If there is a horse you like and like, I will give it to you. The mysterious man said bluntly.

"I'm not interested in horses. On the one hand, Kishimoto is not meritorious, and on the other hand, he is telling the truth.

"As a man, you can't be interested in golf, but you can't not be without being interested in horses. If you want to get to the top, you have to know something about horses.

Only if you become a horse owner can you become a member of the Club, and there are exclusive VIP rooms in the racecourse. The further you go, the more friends you will be able to meet. The mysterious man introduced.

"If I own a supercar, a private yacht and a private jet in the future, doesn't that mean that I have stepped into the top of society?"

Kishimoto still knows more or less that Japan's wealthy middle class can afford to play golf. Therefore, golf is not an aristocratic sport in Japan, and it does not show the status of the upper class.

As a cosmopolitan city like Tokyo is close to the sea, the wealthy upper class must have at least one private yacht. If there is a private jet, so much the better.

"Supercars, private yachts and private jets, that's the toy of the nouveau riche. A real Japanese gentleman, even if he has what you say, will not show it off.

Horses are a must-have for a Japanese gentleman. On top of that, you have to be able to ride a horse and know how to ride a horse. The mysterious man said slowly.

"Give me a reason, why do I have to do what you say?" Kishimoto said disapprovingly.

"If you want to get to the top, then these are the courses you have to take. It's not that the company can enter the top class when it gets bigger, but it will make your company bigger when it enters the top class.

Unless you stop here and rest on your laurels, that's all I didn't say. The mysterious man smoked the cigar flue in his hand lightly.

"We've only seen each other twice so far. Even if you and my dad are world friends, it doesn't mean that I and you will definitely get along.

I don't even know your last name. "Kishimoto didn't add the number of times the other party said that he was hugged when he was a child.

The mysterious man calmly said, "Since you want to know my name so much, then I will tell you." My name is Eisuke Iwasaki. ”

"Then why did you have to invite me to your horse farm?" asked Kishimoto, puzzled.

"Because I'm the one who admires talented young people the most. I am more than happy to assist talented young people to go further and stand taller. Japan's future depends on you talented young people. Eisuke Iwasaki said with a smile on his face.

For a while, Masayoshi Kishimoto couldn't tell whether what he said was true or false. However, one thing he can be sure of is that the other party is not short of money, and he is not ordinary rich.

Not only did he collect 8 billion yen here, but he also learned from his mouth that there was a horse farm. The horses in this horse farm are definitely racing horses, and they can't be meat horses.

The price of a racehorse is exactly as high as the price of a supercar. Supercars can also be taken out to show off and gallop to attract the attention of others.

Horse racing, that's a two-fold thing. Besides, in a certain circle, who will buy it, and who will know about it?

"This Saturday morning, I hope you don't forget. Eisuke Iwasaki said seriously.

When he finished speaking, he slowly stood up, but did not pick up what he had placed on the coffee table. Holding a civilization stick in one hand and a cigar in the other, he took a step and turned sideways.

Masayoshi Kishimoto couldn't help but think in his heart that in the eyes of others, he was already an alternative. This man named Eisuke Iwasaki is different in his eyes.

Masayoshi Kishimoto stroked his chin with his right hand, and various thoughts began to appear in his head. Is he going or not going?