The Kyoto Bubble Era: It started with selling off hundreds of millions of property - Chapter 571 Death of Shirakawa Takashi

Bang!

January 4, 1992, evening, 11:20.

Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo, at an intersection.

A black luxury car that had just crossed the white line and was about to cross the road was suddenly hit by a large red truck.

The front of the large truck was completely embedded in the body of the luxury car, and the impact force of several tons hit the side of the luxury car. In an instant, glass shards as fine as stars scattered from the window of the luxury car. After a loud crash, the entire luxury car flipped over with a roar and rolled to the right for several weeks before slowly stopping.

Since the economy entered the Great Recession, even in megacities like Tokyo, the number of nightlife has dropped significantly.

Recently, during the prime ministerial election period, Chiyoda Ward, the economic and political center, has implemented a curfew. After 11 p.m., people are not recommended to travel or gather without special reasons.

The stores on both sides of the street were all closed as early as 9 p.m.

The large red truck braked but did not leave. After a moment, a muscular black figure jumped out of the driver’s seat.

He was wearing a work jacket, jeans, a black peaked cap on his head, and his hands were tightly wrapped in rubber gloves.

The tall man was holding a gasoline can in his hand and walked to the luxury car step by step while humming a tune.

The driver inside died at the scene.

Shirakawa Takashi, who was sitting in the back seat, was covered in blood and still squirming, trying to climb out of the deformed luxury car.

He is still alive!

The airbag and seat belt saved his life, and he was prevented from being taken away by the terrifying impact in an instant.

“help me.”

Shirakawa Takashi, who had just come out of the house of a certain congressman in Tokyo, was about to return to his small villa in Chiyoda District, but he encountered an unexpected disaster and almost died.

He tried to turn his head and saw the tall man wearing a peaked cap and mask outside the broken car window, and also caught a glimpse of the gasoline can in his hand. He seemed to understand something, smiled bitterly, and then coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

The tall man looked at him silently, opened the gasoline can in his hand, and poured it towards the luxury car.

“Kitahara.” Shirakawa Takashi’s eyes seemed to have lost their light. He muttered something, but the tall man ignored him completely.

Hula——

The match was lit, and the smell of cigarettes filled the air, mixed with the pungent smell of gasoline, making people feel an inexplicable discomfort.

The tall man blew out a smoke ring and threw the match in his hand towards the luxury car.

For a moment.

The fire spread and burned the luxury car!

The next day.

January 5, 1992, today is the day when Tokyo Daiichi Bank confirms the vice president of its head office. It is the day when Japan confirms the 82nd Prime Minister. It is also the day when the Kitahara Foundation officially releases its first financial report to the outside world and holds the first employee meeting at the same time. The day of the conference.

In the early morning, Kitahara Sosuke was woken up by an urgent phone call.

Next to her, Chino Rin was sleeping soundly. Her belly was already quite large, but even so, she still insisted on sharing a bed with Kitahara Sosuke. Because pregnancy could not satisfy her husband’s needs, she used other ways to calm down the anger.

I worked hard for several hours last night and am now catching up on my sleep.

Kitahara Sojie was so angry that he slowly stood up, grabbed his cell phone, and walked naked towards the outside.

“Give me a reason not to fire you.”

Hearing the boss’s angry voice, Mieko Sakai shrank her neck. If it wasn’t an emergency, she wouldn’t dare to disturb her boss’s dream early in the morning.

“Mr. Kitahara, I’m sorry, but the matter is too urgent.” Mieko Sakai adjusted her tone and speed, and said as calmly as possible, “Something happened to President Takashi Shirakawa.”

“What happened to Shirakawa Takashi?” Kitahara Sosuke suddenly woke up. He looked at the sunshine outside, and his first reaction was that someone was trying to frame him.

Now everyone knows that Shirakawa Takawa himself is snatching the ownership of Tokyo Daiichi Bank, but yesterday Shirakawa Takawa successfully supported Owada Kenji to sit on the throne of the president, and he won the first victory. If something happens at this time, he will really be in trouble. Crotch—it’s not just shit, it’s shit.

“Early in the morning, I received a call from Director Ishida Tadashi, saying that a reporter in the station accidentally bumped into the first scene of President Takashi Shirakawa’s car accident. The scene has now been cordoned off by the police, but he still got first-hand photos. , I have already faxed it to you.”

After leaving Tosan, Sakai Mieko joined the Kitahara Consortium and is now the president of Kitahara Sakura Public Relations Co., Ltd. In less than half a year, she has cultivated a beautiful public relations army for Kitahara Sosuke that can subvert the families of countless bigwigs in the business world.

Her super ability to do things is not inferior to Kitano Ran, and she seems to be even better at training women. Kithara Sosuke has planned to let her serve as the vice president of Kitano Entertainment to assist Kitano Ran in handling all matters in the entertainment industry. By the way, Kitano Ran was freed from her busy official duties.

My own woman cannot be driven like such a beast.

Now that he lacks nothing, there is no need for his beloved to suffer.

Kitahara Sosuke walked to the living room and picked up the fax that was still hot. The black and white pixels couldn’t be seen clearly, but he could still vaguely see that this was an extremely tragic car accident scene. The luxury car was burned to nothing but charcoal. Of course people don’t need to say much.

“Ask the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department to send me a clear color photo. In addition, for the specific situation, please immediately contact Uchihaizawa, the police director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. I want first-hand information to determine whether this matter will affect Competition between Nakano and Watanabe. Also, I want your public relations team to come up with a plan immediately to remove us from the incident. I didn’t do this, and I don’t want it to be blamed on me.”

Kithara Sosuke pondered for a moment and then added,

“Whether I’m invited to the funeral or not, let me know at the beginning that I’m going to pay homage to him.”

Shirakawa Takashi was the senior he had to look up to when he first came to the head office building.

At that time, he was just a small department head and was called to the head office for investigation. After that, the two had many conversations and cooperation. Until the final break, Kitahara Sosuke always admired this old guy.

He has dedicated his life to Tosan and the Shirakawa family. In his position, when faced with the bet between Kitahara Sosuke and the Takeshita family, maybe he would have made the same choice.

Therefore, Kitahara Sosuke does not hate Shirakawa Takashi.

Whether it was standing on the opposite side, or later targeting Kobayashi Kyoko and his people in Tosan, it was just a commercial struggle, which is understandable.

It’s not that he hasn’t thought about letting him go.

Unfortunately, before things reached the final step, the other party exited the game stage first.

This incident served as a greater warning to Kitahara Sosuke that anyone could be assassinated.

Yes, this was still the rough and treacherous 1990s, and any random guy who didn’t care about his life could take his own life.

It’s not worth it if you die like this.

Just like Shirakawa Takashi in the fax.

It’s time for him to form a stronger force to protect himself and the people he loves.