Chapter 723: The Shadow Is Hard to Shake
"Hehe, Iwasaki-kun, there are some things that you can't decide by yourself." Shibusawa Eiichi said, and Masuda Takashi looked at each other and smiled.
Yataro Iwasaki was angry again, and then Iwasaki Yanosuke said, "What Shibusawa-kun said is that there are many things that we can't decide. ”
Masuda Takashi and Shibusawa Sakae heard Iwasaki Yanosuke's answer neither humble nor arrogant, and secretly admired in their hearts, at this time they saw Iwasaki Yataro going crazy with anger, and they had enough fun, so they stopped mocking the Iwasaki brothers, and after a few words of conversation, they took their leave.
After Masuda Takashi and Shibusawa Eiichi left, Yataro Iwasaki's eyes fell on the gifts they had sent, and his anger rose again, shouting for his members to throw them away as garbage, but Yanosuke Iwasaki stopped him.
"Leave these things to me!" He glanced at the members.
After taking care of his brother An, Iwasaki Yanosuke returned to his room, looked at the gifts for the child from Takashi Masuda and Eiichi Shibusawa on the table, and shook his head with a wry smile.
Lin Qingyang...... Kiyoyo Iwasaki...... Let's hope you'll be the one to reconcile the conflicts...... What a different kind of child......" he sighed, took out a piece of paper, and began to write a letter.
The letter was written in his own name to Lin Yiqing and Iwasaki Yuka, in which he congratulated their child on his death and gave him sincere blessings and gifts. After writing the letter, Iwasaki Yanosuke called a member of the club and asked him to mail the letter to Fuzhou along with the gifts.
Hearing his request, the member looked embarrassed.
It is not difficult to send it to Fuzhou, but the key thing is that he is afraid that once the president Yataro Iwasaki knows, he is afraid that he will ruin his job.
"Go ahead and do it! It's going to be fine! Something went wrong. It's all on me! It has nothing to do with you, don't worry! Iwasaki Yanosuke knew what the members were worried about and comforted him.
The members left with letters and gifts, and Iwasaki Yanosuke stood in front of the window, looked into the distance, and exhaled deeply.
"Brother. I hope you don't make irrational moves again. He said to himself.
Iwasaki Yanosuke didn't know that his older brother Yataro was doing what he feared most in his room at this time.
Yataro Iwasaki is writing a letter.
The letter had already been written on a whole sheet of paper, but Yataro Iwasaki was still unsatisfied, took another piece of paper, and continued to write.
In this letter, he concentrated the most ugly words he could think of and wrote the most vicious curse to Lin Yiqing. It's especially good for Iwasaki, and it's good for the kid named Kiyoyo Iwasaki.
He wants to count all the humiliation he received from Masuda Takashi and Shibusawa Sakae on Lin Yiqing.
As he wrote, Yataro Iwasaki suddenly felt a little sleepy, so he dropped his pen, fell down in his chair, rubbed his temples with his hands, and closed his eyes.
After a short nap. Yataro Iwasaki reopened his eyes, picked up his pen and was about to continue writing. Suddenly, I saw something on the table, and my body froze.
On the table, there was a severed hand with blurred flesh and blood!
That's the hand of nephew Eiya Iwasaki!
Yataro Iwasaki was clutched in fear, and he tried to keep his mouth from screaming in horror.
What's going on here? That hand had already been buried by him, how could it be on his desk?
Yataro Iwasaki stared at the hand tightly. He felt breathless, dizzy, and his heart became extremely uncomfortable.
At that moment, the severed hand was gone.
Yataro Iwasaki was startled again, and he lunged at him. With a trembling hand, he stroked the place where the severed hand had just appeared, but there was nothing there.
Yataro Iwasaki left his chair, leaned down, and looked under the table, still with no sign of a severed hand.
He searched for a long time, and when he was sure that his hand was not severed, he fell back into his chair and gasped for air.
He knew that he had just hallucinated.
But this illusion gave him an unexpected reminder!
He looked at the unfinished letter on the table, grabbed the letter violently, and tore it up vigorously until it had dissolved into scraps of paper, and then stopped.
He knew that if this letter was written and sent out, and it really reached Lin Yiqing's hands, something even more terrible would happen than cutting off Iwasaki Eiya's hand!
The door opened, and Iwasaki Yanosuke walked in, and he couldn't help but be taken aback at the sight of scraps of paper on the ground.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Iwasaki Yanosuke looked at Yataro Iwasaki, who was covered in cold sweat, and asked with concern.
"I'm fine...... Iwasaki Yataro waved his hand, slumped limply in his chair, and stared up at the ceiling.
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