Chapter 202 Extra Chapter: Modern Era 1
"Brother, are you going out again today?"
Yoriichi looked at Iwakatsu adjusting his bow tie in front of the mirror and asked in a sullen tone.
Iwakatsu did not answer. He focused on straightening his collar before turning his gaze to Yoriichi.
He was dressed in a very simple home outfit, with a bright red apron around his waist, and his long curly hair was casually tied up, with a few unruly strands falling in front of his forehead.
He gripped an oil-stained spatula tightly in his hand, his lips slightly downturned. Even without much change in expression, Yan Sheng could still detect a hint of grievance and reluctance in his eyes.
Looking at Yoriichi's appearance, Iwakatsu sighed softly and helplessly rubbed his forehead. He stepped forward and gently and quickly smoothed the few stray strands of hair on Yoriichi's forehead.
After finishing tidying up, Iwakatsu gently patted Yoriichi on the shoulder, then waved and strode towards the entrance. "I have an interview today."
"Okay, um? Wait—brother." Yoriichi, caught off guard by Iwakatsu's sudden movement, watched Iwakatsu leave the house. "Actually... it's okay if you don't have to work."
After closing the door, Yan Sheng took the elevator to the first floor and slowly walked towards the parking lot. He and Yuan Yi had spent a long time choosing a place to buy a house here. The location and transportation were very convenient, although it cost him most of his savings.
Thinking of this, Yan Sheng twitched his lips. He had initially developed a good business, but later went abroad due to the war. He never expected that when he returned a few years later, he would have nothing left.
Yan Sheng pressed the car key, got into the car and drove to the location on the map. He used to be the director of a publishing house, but he resigned in anger because his new boss sexually harassed him.
(Actually, it was because he hit the other person too hard, sending them to the hospital for three months, and then he received compensation and left.)
It felt like a century had passed, but to him it was just the blink of an eye. He stared at the red traffic light ahead, slammed on the brakes, rested his chin on the back of his hand on the steering wheel, and drifted off into a daze.
"Ring ring ring—".
The phone suddenly rang. Yan Sheng glanced at the red light, which had a few seconds left, picked up the phone, answered it, and then clipped it to the holder, slowly driving along with the traffic.
"Mr. Iwakatsu, how have you been?" A gentle female voice came, accompanied by the crisp sound of glass clattering.
Iwakatsu, with his hands on the steering wheel and eyes fixed straight ahead, replied, "Things have been good lately... but I need to find a new job. And Ms. Tamayo's skincare brand... is getting better and better."
"It was also good luck, and thanks to your suggestion." A light laugh came from the other end of the line, and the voice continued after Yan Sheng turned a corner: "Then would you like to come and help with the management? I'm not good at this kind of thing."
"Forget it, I'll think about it when I can't find a job." Yan Sheng sighed helplessly, glanced at the watch on his wrist as he looked at the traffic jam ahead, and only after confirming that he still had plenty of time did he give up the idea of taking a detour.
"Then I guess there's no chance." Tamayo said regretfully, then paused as if she had thought of something and said, "I'm bothering you because someone contacted me, from the Tokito family."
When Yan Sheng heard the name, his hand on the steering wheel paused. More than fifty years ago, after the two children passed away one after the other, he left a contact address with Yoriichi and then left.
I never expected that someone would still contact me after so many years. It seems that it was because I transferred my address to Zhushi when I went abroad.
"Beep beep beep—".
The sudden honking brought Yan Sheng back to his senses. He glanced at the rearview mirror, then calmly stepped on the gas, ignoring the cursing drivers behind him.
"Are you still listening, Mr. Iwakatsu?"
"I'm here. What's wrong with the Tokito family's children?" Iwakatsu asked, puzzled. After so many years, their sudden contact must mean something urgent has happened.
"I heard they are two children who graduated from kindergarten. Their parents are on a business trip for an environmental association. Apparently, they are going to a remote area. The grandfather wants the children to study in Tokyo, so he contacted them despite the objections of other relatives."
Tamayo seemed to have thought of something, and her voice carried a hint of concealment, which made Iwakatsu feel a little strange.
"Do you want my help?"
"I originally wanted to help you solve this, but after thinking about it carefully, I think it's better if you and Mr. Yoriichi discuss it together. I will send the information to your email."
After Tamayo finished speaking, she fell silent. Shortly after, Iwakatsu received a notification of a new message. Iwakatsu glanced at the new email and said, "I received it here. I'm driving. I'll check it later."
"Okay, then I wish you all the best for the future!"
After hanging up the phone, Yan Sheng was almost there. Following the signs, he found a parking spot, parked his car, and looked at his watch. He had plenty of time.
Iwakatsu is a punctual person, so he always allows ample time for preparation; clearly, this time he overestimated the driving time. He didn't get out of the car, but instead picked up his phone and opened the email sent by Ms. Tamayo.
Hmm? So you're sick. Where are your parents?
Iwakatsu flipped through the documents, his brow furrowing slightly, then relaxing slightly when he saw that it was because the incident had occurred unexpectedly after prior discussion. It was an accident, after all, quite normal. It wasn't safe for the two children to go to Tokyo alone, and they had no relatives in Tokyo, which was why they contacted them.
After confirming everything, Iwakatsu noticed a few more pictures. He reached out to open them, then paused. He looked at them for a long time before composing a text message for Tamayo. Then, remembering something, he texted Yoriichi about it.
After completing this series of steps, Yan Sheng reached for his briefcase, checked his clothes in the mirror to make sure they weren't disheveled, and then got out of the car.
He went to the front desk at the address provided and glanced around discreetly; the place didn't look cheap. Yan Sheng was a little puzzled; he remembered the information said it was a new company, so why was it in such a nice location?
Following the receptionist's instructions to take the elevator, Yan Sheng encountered a middle-aged man who appeared somewhat tired. After seeing the floor Yan Sheng pressed, the man suddenly looked up at him.
"Excuse me, sir, are you going to Qingbigan Co., Ltd."
“Yes.” Yan Sheng looked at the other person strangely, wondering if he was being entangled in something strange.
"As expected, please, please, if you join us, you absolutely must stay. Our young master insists on coming out, and there's nothing we can do about it. But he has a bad temper and has already driven many people away. Please, this is a small reward we're offering. Subsequent bonuses will be deposited into your salary account."
The man's exaggerated appearance made Yan Sheng even more embarrassed; he must be plagued by strange things. He didn't take it, but refused, saying, "I might not accept the job, so let's forget about it."
"Please! You look so good, you'll definitely get the job." The middle-aged man grabbed Yan Sheng's leg, startling Yan Sheng so much that he almost kicked him. The man's strength was too much for an ordinary person to handle.
"etc--."
Before he could finish speaking, the elevator opened with a ding. Yan Sheng looked up and saw a familiar face.
The other person narrowed their blood-red eyes, glanced at the two of them with an arrogant expression, and said in a displeased tone, "Tanaka, what are you doing? Didn't you say something was being delivered?"
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