NOVEL NEXT Chapter 463_2
Fushimi Roku explained, "For example, a certain construction company in the Tokyo Shinagawa District, due to a capital chain break, is eager to transfer the office building debt it holds, with a face value of 500 million yen, overdue for 3 months. Checking the real estate registration with the Legal Affairs Bureau, it's found that the property's appraised value is 800 million yen, and there's no other prior debt..."
"In this situation, you can use the 'cash acquisition + debt assumption' model to negotiate down the price, eventually reaching an agreement of about 250 million yen. Then, quickly transfer it, selling the debt to a foreign asset management company for 350 million yen, and after deducting transaction costs, net a profit of 95 million yen."
Minamoto Tamako didn't know much about foreign investment, and her first impression was that the country seemed to be calling for foreign investment in construction or something, thinking it's a good thing. Selling domestic bad assets to foreign investors, doesn't that equate to making money for the country?
Is there really such a win-win good thing in the world?
Minamoto Tamako wasn't foolish. After thinking carefully, she couldn't help but ask, "The method is good, but where do you get hundreds of millions of yen as capital?"
Fushimi Roku hooked his arm around her shoulder, grinning, "Using your own money to invest is the stupidest thing. Isn't there a ready-made fool?"
"Eh? Who?" Minamoto Tamako asked warily, "You're not thinking of going to my grandfather again, are you?"
Fushimi Roku frowned, "What are you talking about? Listen to yourself! I also have my career, alright? Don't think of me as some freeloading man!"
"Sorry..." Minamoto Tamako instinctively apologized, but something still felt off, "You mean ask my mother? She can't possibly bring out hundreds of millions of yen either..."
"Hmph, you underestimate the power of the Director of Police." Fushimi Roku paused, "You guessed wrong, I'm not planning to ask her."
He stopped keeping her in suspense, pulled out a business card from his wallet, and handed it to Minamoto Tamako, "Forgot? Mr. Satake's invitation... I'm now a consultant for a financial company."
Minamoto Tamako remembered having entrusted Senior Kazama with company matters before, and recently they hadn't inquired much about it, not knowing how the new company was progressing.
Fushimi Roku called Kazama Tatsuya in front of her, asking how the company was being managed recently.
Kazama Tatsuya replied, "It's strange, there are always gang members coming with money, but not much, just enough to cover employee expenses..."
Fushimi Roku was startled and quickly asked, "Employee expenses? What employee expenses, isn't the company just you?"
The money sent by the Inakawa Association is supposed to be his salary! It's just a laundering pretext! Although not much, even a mosquito's leg is still meat! It's a high salary of several million yen! Hopefully, Kazama Tatsuya hasn't spent it?
Only to hear Kazama Tatsuya say, naturally, "I'm not good at managing money, so I hired an accountant."
"Oh, just one accountant..." Fushimi Roku breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Just one accountant, how much can it cost, a false alarm.
"And there's me, because I was dismissed due to negligence, so there's no insurance, compensation, or severance, and I'm not old enough for a pension, so I need a salary too." Kazama Tatsuya said, "Though I'm quite idle, I can't work for free, can I?"
"That's true." Fushimi Roku gripped the phone tight, "How much salary did you give yourself?"
"Two hundred thousand yen a month, very reasonable, I handle everything up and down, and sometimes I even look after Taira Sakurako for you." Kazama Tatsuya confidently said.
This rate is indeed reasonable, ordinary staffers have about the same monthly salary.
Fushimi Roku thought no wonder this guy never complained about looking after Taira Sakurako; turns out he was already drawing his salary from his pocket.
"Alright, besides you and the accountant, there's no one else, right?" Fushimi Roku was starting to feel annoyed.
"Watanabe Shun also took a part-time job there, he works as security. With gang members coming and going every day, how can we do without a police officer to protect us? These days doing business is tough, there are often gangs coming to collect protection fees." Kazama Tatsuya said.
Fushimi Roku was silent for a moment, then finally gave up and asked, "Just tell me, how much is left each month?"
"Nothing left," Kazama Tatsuya found it inexplicable, "Rent, utilities cost money too, there's no other income, where would extra money come from?"
"Great! Great! Great!"
Fushimi Roku said 'great' three times in a row, never expecting that in his moment of carelessness, Kazama Tatsuya and Watanabe Shun would take advantage.
Then he thought again, since Kazama Tatsuya and Watanabe Shun received money, they were essentially in debt to him, becoming his people, forming an interest community.
In the future, to make money, he would certainly need people to help out.
Forget it, just consider it as raising some dogs.
Fushimi Roku did some mental preparation for himself repeatedly and told Kazama Tatsuya to head to the company first. He'd be there soon; from today on, he'd have to work. How could he keep taking salaries without doing any work?
"How come not doing any work? Watering flowers and wiping desks every day is exhausting," Kazama Tatsuya retorted, "As for you, nominal president, why not think of ways to expand income? If you don't make money, how will the company operate? Even as a nonprofit, it can't run on love alone, right?"
"..."
Fushimi Roku gritted his teeth, "Fine, I'll come later to help you earn money."
He hung up the phone in a huff, and Minamoto Tamako, seeing something was amiss in his expression, asked, "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"
"Nothing's wrong, everything's fine." Fushimi Roku chuckled and glossed over it.
He personally sent Minamoto Tamako back home, giving her a videotape of a mystery drama series, a highly-rated one, about an eight-hour season, the idea being to keep her from watching TV news.
In recent days, Tokyo's public opinion has been tumultuous, as the long-standing gender conflict boxing match finally began; no one in society could escape it. Everyone was either male or female—there was no neutral stand in this battle.
Fushimi Roku didn't care about that; he only hoped Minamoto Tamako wouldn't be affected by such nonsense. Just in case, he discreetly asked Taira Sakurako to help keep an eye on her.
After handling the trivial tasks, Fushimi Roku headed straight to the office building in Ikebukuro.
Kazama Tatsuya had rented two offices there, and currently, the ostensibly nonprofit company was basically converted by Watanabe Shun into a place for drinking and playing cards.
The accountant was also a man, and the three of them gathered there, one could only imagine what the office would look like.
When Fushimi Roku came in, Kazama Tatsuya was hurriedly cleaning up. There were instant noodle boxes everywhere on the table, the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and the half-open coffee table drawers were cluttered with scattered playing cards.
Only the desk by the wall was clean, with lush green plants, seeming like Kazama Tatsuya really did his daily job conscientiously, being responsible for wiping desks and watering plants...
Bah!
This counts as work?
Fushimi Roku was rather displeased, entering with a sullen face.
The accountant, having heard that the elusive president was coming, quickly put on a suit and sat at another desk, pretending to be organizing reports, looking very busy.
Kazama Tatsuya went downstairs to throw out the trash, and Fushimi Roku took the opportunity to ask the accountant a few questions, a simple interview.
The accountant's name was Goto Shunsuke, a graduate of xx University; his resume was neither remarkable nor poor, basically with no work experience just after graduation. Amid the economic bubble, he hit walls while searching for a job, and was eventually picked up by Kazama Tatsuya.
Honestly speaking, Goto Shunsuke cherished this job, as many of his fellow graduates were jobless, running around daily. Without work, they couldn't rent housing; without a place to stay, they couldn't even get temporary jobs, leading to a growing struggle, with many spending nights under bridge piers...
He could find such an easy job, not by strength but just because he had luck that day and bumped into Kazama Tatsuya and Watanabe Shun while drinking.
Now, with the president back and looking terrifyingly grim, the company might collapse...
Previously, Goto Shunsuke had felt the company had no income and was on the verge of collapse.
If it were an underground money laundering shell company, why hire a stranger accountant?
So Goto Shunsuke believed the company president was just a sucker, probably working his fingers to the bone for the mafia, earning some gray income and that the fixed monthly money was the gang's donation—he invested this in the company, wanting to benefit society. His character was pretty good, but his brain didn't seem that sharp.
Pleeease, just don't let it be bad news!
Goto Shunsuke silently prayed.