The sun rises in the east, and the warm sunlight pours into the white boudoir. The typhoon dissipated, the spring flowers bloomed, and the fresh air slowly blew from the sea and filtered through the dense mountain forest. At the door of the balcony, next to the floor-to-ceiling window, a girl in white silk pajamas has her black hair scattered, staring silently at the beautiful scenery outside, with a deep smile on the corner of her mouth.

It's half past seven in the morning.

"Miss."

There was a knock at the door, then a greeting, and the maid Reina said at the door, "It's time for breakfast." ”

"Got it, Reina, I'll get dressed right away and let everyone wait for a while."

"Yes, Miss."

After the servant retreated, Midong let out a long breath.

Today is June 15th, and yesterday evening, the old man's funeral ceremony has been completed.

And then there's today, a day to remember.

Although in the restaurant downstairs, the whole family was waiting for her to go down, but Midong was not in a hurry, but first picked up the brass ring in front of the dresser and gently stroked the huge and exquisite ruby on it.

After more than 160 years, this heirloom of the Miyamoto family fell into the hands of her Mitoshi Aoyama. At the same time, the real deserving person is holding a few gold bricks and huddles in his low-rent apartment in Tokyo's Adachi district.

"No, it should be said that it belongs to the two of us sisters."

He muttered this, but Midong didn't take it to heart, just simply put the ring back in place, and then put on his coat without hurrying.

Flesh-colored pantyhose paired with a ladylike short skirt and white top, and her jet-black hair was coiled into three braids around the back of her head, and then a straight strand of hair dangled down. The forehead is exposed, including the sharpness of the thrush, and the gorgeous cold arrogance at the corners of the mouth, but as long as Mito's expression changes slightly, it becomes the gentleness and warmth that Miyamoto Moko should have.

She put on her high heels and walked slowly towards the first floor with elegant and calm steps.

In the spacious foyer, under the ornate chandelier, a middle-aged butler in a suit and leather shoes saluted her respectfully.

"Your Excellency."

Midong nodded to him briefly.

"Good morning."

The butler stepped forward and opened the door to the dining room for her.

"Moko!"

"Moko, good morning."

"Mozi, Uncle has been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Mozi, breakfast is almost cold."

"Good morning, everyone."

Midong greeted everyone simply and neatly, and gracefully walked to the head of the table, observing everyone's expressions.

It seems that except for the second Bolai, who has always seen the beginning and the end of the dragon, the people who can get to the whole family are all here.

The aunt's family, the uncle's family, the uncle and the uncle were all sitting, and Midong mainly looked at her mother and grandmother.

After half a week's effort, the old man's funeral and the handling of the crime, she was really haggard, and where can cosmetics cover the dark circles under her eyes. The same is true of the grandmother in the black kimono, who suddenly lost her husband and exposed the scandal that her son-in-law was a scumbag, which made her age a lot overnight, and her wrinkles became deeper.

But this morning, Midon needs to deal with the future, not the past.

"Mozi, I have contacted the Tokyo side and asked them to compile all the information and notify all the shareholders of the entire consortium about the convening of the extraordinary general meeting of shareholders."

Mito's uncle, vice president of the Miyamoto Foundation's Honshu Heavy Industries Group, Miyamoto Ryuteng is serious: "At the meeting, the first job of each shareholder is to report to you on all aspects of the business of the entire consortium. As for the meeting location, it has always been our twin buildings in Tokyo, so that's no problem, right? ”

"Among the eighteen companies in my consortium, the leading Miyamoto Pharmaceutical, and advanced biotechnology, directly constitute the twin buildings."

Meidong said slowly: "Honshu Heavy Industries, which is close at hand, has the vice president's uncle by your side at any time, and you can follow directly, and the problem is indeed solved." So here today, I want to talk about the issue of residence. ”

Domicile?

The crowd looked at each other a little, for the new head of the house had not mentioned this topic in the past few days.

"Shizuoka, of course, is my home, but as you know, I'm going to study at Tokyo University in September."

Midong smiled, "And in terms of business, the core of our consortium is indeed in Tokyo, so for a long time to come, I don't plan to live in the Miyamoto Mansion permanently, but I want to move to Tokyo." ”

That's how it looked!

With a sigh, Uncle Longjing was the first to agree: "Good idea, good idea!" Moko has grown up! Our house was originally for the old man and your grandmother to support the elderly, and of course we Mozi should not be rigidly guarded here! ”

"There is indeed an office of Honshu Heavy Industries in the Twin Towers."

This is Midong's young uncle, and the straight man is pandering: "And if you are there, it will still be close to our shipyard, and now is the time to undertake a new round of direct drive orders, and Mozi-chan is the best to keep an eye on in front of you." ”

"And the banks."

Aunt Xia Fei said happily: "Although it is only a shareholding, there are several banks that are related to our consortium. Of course, Mozi has to have a good relationship with them, and the more people have a big family, the more they need to deal with the bank frequently if they want to manage their property well......"

When Meidong heard this, she immediately raised her eyebrows: "In terms of banks, do we have a stake in Sakura Bank?" ”

"Ah, yes."

Such......

Breakfast was over quickly, and after that, it was the first time in Midong's life that she went to work as a boss. Located at the headquarters of Honshu Heavy Industries in the northeast of Shizuoka City, the vice president of Da Bo Longteng, was sat under his young and presumptuous niece. The departure of the first batch of Tenjin-class gantry cranes and the construction of the last two Musashi-class helicopter destroyers are all things that have to be added to the purpose of the new president!

"Moreover, Mitsubishi Heavy Industries still can't put people at ease."

Sitting in the back seat of a Toyota Crown driven by a driver, Midong stared out the window at the ever-changing scenery, already thinking about it in her heart.

"The executive banner surnamed Shuitun is very familiar with the police department, although I don't know how the engineer died, but what if he is a little more curious and sees the photos of 'Mitoshi Miyamoto and Moko Aoyama'."

The mountain road quickly lowered the altitude, and Meidong's behavior of overlooking Qingshui Port had to be suppressed. But just the picture that flashed in her mind was enough for her to ponder it again and again in the next journey.

"Anyway, if you have a criminal record, then you can play a corpse sinking in Tokyo Bay...... Not surprising. ”