madnovel Chapter 13 Heading to Fuji Metals
Chapter 13 Heading to Fuji Metals
[World line converging - branch three selected]
[The 5 yen cash reward has been deposited into my bank account.]
Kiryu Yaya escorted Miyazawa Keiko to the subway station entrance, where the two stopped in front of the ticket gate.
"goodbye."
Keiko Miyazawa, carrying her handbag in both hands, bowed slightly.
See you next time.
Kiryu Yaya put his hands back in his pockets:
"Be careful on the road."
"Kiryu-kun, please be careful on the road."
She turned and walked into the ticket gate, then turned back after a few steps and waved to him.
Then her figure blended into the scattered crowd of people leaving get off work and was slowly carried down by the escalator.
Kiryu Yaya stood there for two seconds, and after confirming that she didn't turn back, he turned and walked towards the parking lot.
At a convenience store next to the subway station, he stopped, dropped a ten-yen coin into a public phone, and dialed his bank account inquiry hotline.
A mechanical female voice came through the receiver.
He entered his account and password as prompted and waited a few seconds.
"Normal deposit...high deposit...ninety-three thousand two hundred yen."
Sure enough, the two system rewards of 5,000 yen and 50,000 yen have arrived in my account.
When I checked yesterday, I only had 38,200 yen.
Kiryu Yaya hung up the phone, a slight smile playing on his lips.
With over 90,000 yuan in savings, although it's still far from paying off the loan, at least I have much more money to spare.
A pound of pork costs 500 yen, and a cafeteria lunch costs 150 yen. 90,000 yen is enough for him to eat for a long time.
However, this money cannot be spent recklessly.
I still have over four million yen in scholarship loans. With my current annual salary of four million two hundred thousand yen, if I'm frugal, I can pay it off in no time.
But before that, I should get my motorcycle driver's license first.
Commuting by bicycle every day is not a good idea.
"Today is a good day; all my wishes will come true!"
He hopped on his bicycle, humming a tune, and pedaled toward Eban.
Forty minutes later.
Esaka.
Kiryu Yaya locked the bicycle downstairs and checked the lock twice.
The five-story old apartment building stood silent in the night, with a few windows still lit, emitting a warm yellow light.
He returned home, hung his suit on the hook behind the door, and loosened his tie.
Wearing a suit definitely makes me look more presentable than wearing cheap clothes, but after wearing it all day, my neck is sore and aching.
He moved his neck and made two crisp cracking sounds.
Then open the narrow wardrobe.
There aren't many clothes hanging in the closet.
Two spare shirts, a suit jacket that had been worn for three years, and a neatly folded navy blue bathrobe.
He took out his bathrobe, then took out a few hundred-yuan coins from the shoe cabinet in the entryway, and went out.
The public bathhouse is less than a five-minute walk from the apartment. A half-length noren (traditional Japanese curtain) hangs at the entrance, with the words "Yamato-yu" (Japanese bathhouse) written in blue on a white background, swaying slightly in the night breeze.
The entrance to the men's bath is on the left.
He lifted the curtain and went inside, handing three hundred yen coins to the proprietress sitting behind the high counter.
The proprietress was an elderly woman in her sixties, with her gray hair tied in a bun. She was watching a variety show on the small TV on the counter and didn't even look up when she took the money.
Also good.
No need for small talk or socializing.
He actually prefers the atmosphere of neon lights.
Upon entering the changing room, half of the lockers were empty.
At this time, the late-returning office workers haven't arrived yet, but the housewives have already finished washing.
Kiryu Yaya folded the clothes and put them in the locker, picked up the faded towel and soap dish, and pushed open the glass sliding door.
The bathroom was filled with steam.
He placed the soap and towel in front of one of the shower stalls, sat on a small plastic stool, and turned on the tap.
Hot water sprayed from the showerhead, splashing onto the tiles and creating tiny droplets.
In the morning, I climbed the stairs to get to the morning meeting; in the morning, I ran with the Chihaya group to the reception room; and in the evening, I ran from Shinsaibashi to Dotonbori and then to Esaka.
Not only do I spend half a day working, but my commute takes a long hour and a half.
It needs a good wash.
He lathered the towel with soap and started wiping down from his neck.
However, I also gained a lot. Not to mention the increase in my savings, the most valuable thing was the positive feedback from Chihaya Yuri.
This is of great significance to the newcomers.
In the Japanese workplace, the evaluation of senior colleagues can determine the fate of newcomers.
After wiping his body, Kiryu Yaya put the soap back in the box, picked up a plastic basin, filled it with hot water, and poured it over his head.
The water washed away the foam from his body, and then he stood up and stepped into the bath.
The hot water washed over my shoulders; the temperature was just right, slightly scalding.
He leaned against the wall of the bluestone pool, draped his arms over the edge, and let out a long sigh.
Taking a bath is still the most comfortable.
Kiryu Yaya closed his eyes.
There should be a result regarding President Nomura's matter tomorrow.
If an on-site investigation confirms that there is a problem with the batch of raw materials, the loan will be formally rejected.
I've finally caught the eye of Section Chief Chihaya.
Oh right, I need to go to the cafeteria to find Yayoi Mina tomorrow.
Today I taught her the basic principles of organizing materials; tomorrow I can teach her some other things.
She learns very quickly and is a diligent person.
And there was the surprise that Miyazawa mentioned.
What could it be?
I'm really looking forward to it.
……
Friday, April 19th.
9:30 a.m., underground parking lot of Mitsubishi Bank Osaka branch.
Kiryu Yaya stood at the exit, watching a dark blue Toyota slowly drive out of the parking space and stop in front of him.
The car window rolled down, revealing Chihaya Yuri's unsmiling face.
"Get in the car."
Kiryu Yaya opened the passenger door, got in, placed his briefcase on his lap, and fastened his seatbelt.
In Japanese workplaces, it's not uncommon for managers to personally drive their subordinates to visit clients, but it's definitely not a regular occurrence.
Normally, either a subordinate drives, or they go separately.
Having the department head as the driver, with a newcomer sitting in the passenger seat, is somewhat against the rules if word gets out.
Unfortunately, Kiryu Yaya doesn't have a driver's license.
The car drove out of the underground parking lot and merged into the morning rush hour traffic of Midosuji.
In late April in Osaka, the cherry blossoms along Midosuji have all fallen, leaving only dark brown branches and a few scattered, late-blooming petals.
The new leaves of the ginkgo tree are just right, tender and green, almost transparent in the morning light.
"Kiryu-kun."
Chihaya Yuri's voice rang out in the quiet carriage.
"Yes."
"You did a great job with yesterday's data."
Kiryu Yaya turned his head slightly.
Chihaya Yuri was still looking ahead:
"The section chief showed your cash flow chart to the branch manager."
"Huh? When did this happen?"
Kiryu Yaya was stunned for a moment, not expecting his path to fame to be so rapid.
"At yesterday's mid-level management meeting, the branch manager said that after the rotation period ends, he will personally review your performance evaluation report."
Kiryu Yaya understood the weight of those words.
Every year, the Osaka branch hires about twenty new employees, but only a very few are remembered by the branch manager.
Even fewer branches specifically request to see the evaluation report.
"Thank you for your guidance, Section Chief Chihaya."
Kiryu Yaya didn't say much.
In the Japanese workplace, excessive humility and honest admission are equally important.
People like Chihaya Yuri don't need you to be grateful and pledge your loyalty; they just need you to remember what she teaches, apply it, and achieve results.
"You're welcome."
Chihaya Yuri tapped her fingers lightly on the steering wheel.
"If the suspicious point you discovered yesterday is true, it's equivalent to saving the Financing Review Department 30 million yen in bad debt. The department head will remember this, and the branch manager will remember it too."
She paused.
"So today is the key day."
Kiryu Yaya nodded.
The discrepancies in the documents only indicate that there are problems, but what can truly confirm this loan fraud is the result of the on-site investigation.