NOVEL NEXT Chapter 8 You don't want other people to know about it, do you?
This young man in a suit and leather shoes should be Keisuke Nagasawa that Kamiyagawa is looking for.
At this moment, he had a bad attitude on his gentle face, and he scolded the short-haired receptionist lady, with a hint of accusation in his words:
"Mayuko, my time is precious, don't let some unknown strangers bother me, understand?"
The receptionist named Mayuko was obedient and fearful: "But, he said, he said he was the cousin of Section Chief Nagasawa..."
"I don't know him at all! Besides, do you believe what he says? What's wrong with you!"
Keisuke Nagasawa pushed his glasses, and the volume was a bit sharper.
After hearing this, Mayuko's expression was first stunned, and then it turned into waking up from a dream.
Yes, do you believe me when he says it?
Why did I so sloppily and firmly believe that this high school student-aged boy in front of me and Section Chief Nagasawa are cousins?
At this time, Kamiyagawa on the side finally spoke:
"Mr. Nagasawa, don't blame this sister, if you want to blame, you can directly blame me."
"You?" Keisuke Nagasawa turned his head, and assumed the posture of a superior person glaring at people with his nostrils, "What do you want from me? If you can't tell, get out of here!"
Unlike the receptionist lady, he really didn't have any interest in Kamiyagawa, a minor who pretended to be his cousin and was dressed all over the place.
Looking at Kamiyagawa's eyes, there was even a bit of contempt.
There is one thing to say, Nagasawa Keisuke's first impression of Kamiyagawa is that this tenor who appeared inexplicably looks really good-looking.
But why are boys so good-looking? Do you eat soft rice when you grow up?
sad!
"It's like this. An acquaintance of yours asked me to send you something."
Naturally, Kamiyagawa didn't know what his mission target was thinking at the moment, he just calmly dealt with everything with a smile.
"acquaintance?"
"Yes, acquaintance, Shoko Kuriyama."
The moment he heard the name "Kuriyama Shoko", Nagasawa Keisuke's originally cold face suddenly froze, but only half a second later, he returned to normal:
"Sorry, I don't know the person you're talking about, you're looking for the wrong person."
Kamiyagawa didn't speak any more, and reached out to take out a stack of papers from his backpack.
These aren't the letters you get from Drowned in the game, just plain A4 paper with something copied on it.
One of them was a news report, "Unfortunately, a female high school student of Hualing High School drowned!" "
In addition, there are some messages that seem to be saved from screenshots on a certain forum, and some of the messages have been enlarged——
[Kuriyama-san is so stupid, really. ]
[Nagasawa is a scumbag. ]
[Obviously it was Nagasawa who proposed to Li Shan to die for love, but after Li Shan threw himself into the lake, would he be afraid? ]
"Look, Mr. Nagasawa, there are your and Kuriyama Shoko's names on it. In order to deal with this situation, I made a little preparation on the weekend and printed a lot of copies in advance."
Kamiyagawa handed out the copy in his hand, speaking in a harmless tone.
And Nagasawa Keisuke's expression at this time became very exciting, it seemed that he was trying to maintain his original gentle appearance, but the twitching corners of his eyes betrayed his psychology completely.
His breathing was disordered, and after more than ten seconds, he pulled Kamiyagawa aside before speaking again, this time in a much softer voice: "Let's... talk in another place."
Seeing that Keisuke Nagasawa, who was originally an elite in the workplace, suddenly broke his defense, and his speech was no longer combined with Japanese and Western, Kamiyagawa only thought it was funny.
He suddenly thought of a wicked sentence, but it was very suitable for the current scene——
Mr. Nagasawa, you don't want other people in the company to know about this, right?
...
white wood house.
It is an izakaya located in Agatsubashi Town, not far from the Shimizu Trading Company Building, and it is also open during the day.
After Keisuke Nagasawa called his minister to ask for leave, he brought Kamiyagawa here.
Lanterns and posters of Mount Fuji scenery are hung high on the walls of the store, and there is also a wall-mounted TV about 70 inches in size.
Because it was daytime on a weekday, there were no customers in the store.
Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet" is playing on TV.
It is estimated to be a long time ago version. The picture is black and white, with occasional snowflakes flashing, but the lines are translated into Japanese.
"What would you like to drink?"
Keisuke Nagasawa's attitude towards Kamiyagawa changed quickly. Ten minutes ago, he was looking at people with his nostrils, but now it is obvious that he wants to treat people to dinner.
"I'm not yet an adult, so pop soda is fine."
Shen Guchuan's face is very thick, he doesn't care whether it's a sugar-coated cannonball or a Hongmen banquet, and he doesn't mean to be polite at all.
He even took the initiative to take the menu handed over by the waiter.
The dishes in the store are the same as ordinary Japanese-style izakaya, nothing more than skewers, grilled fish, beer, smoothies and the like.
Kamiyagawa ordered some kebabs and a wave soda, while Nagasawa ordered another beer.
Food and drinks were quickly brought to the table.
Kamiyagawa, who has been eating school set meals and convenience store bentos since time travelling, has a good appetite. Picking up roasted bird skewers, sprinkled with salt and sweet soy sauce, it tastes delicious.
Looking at Kamiyagawa's unpromising appearance, Nagasawa Keisuke calmed down a little, thinking that he was just a minor after all.
After taking a sip of beer, he opened the conversation: "Where did you get those things?"
"Of course it's from the Internet."
In the so-called information age, the black histories of bear children are all high-definition and uncensored.
And in some corners of the Internet that are almost forgotten by people, you can often find some traces of information that will surprise or frighten people.
For Nagasawa Keisuke, the content discussed in that inconspicuous old grave post undoubtedly shocked him.
"I didn't mean to ask that, I mean. Who told you about that, and who told you where I work now?"
"Oh, you may not believe it, but the source of my information is Ms. Kuriyama Shoko herself. I received a small commission from her—by the way, the taste of grilled chicken gizzards is very good and delicious, Mr. Nagasawa Don't you want to try it?"
"No need." Nagasawa was furious.
"Oh, then your share is mine too, thank you."
Nagasawa Keisuke didn't answer, loosened his tie, and took a sip of beer.
Of course he wouldn't believe Kamiyagawa's nonsense.
The information provided by Shoko Kuriyama himself, don't be kidding, okay?
But what gave him some headaches was that the brat with half-haired hair in front of him was actually much more difficult to deal with than it looked on the outside.
Judging by how calm and calm he was when he was talking nonsense, it shouldn't be that easy to get information out of his mouth.
"Cough." After an awkward silence for a while, Nagasawa coughed dryly, "Let me just say it straight, what do you want?"
In Nagasawa's view, Kamiyagawa would come to Shimizu Club with copies of those screenshots to find him, just to ask for benefits.
Although the other party was a bit cunning, Nagasawa thought he could handle the blackmail of minors for the time being.
No matter what, the stack of materials in Kamiyagawa's hand must never be seen by other colleagues in the club, and it must never be known by the president and Nagao.
Once that stupid thing he did 8 years ago is made public, it will be over.