novelraw Chapter 62 Miyazawahara's Overt Scheme
Chapter 62 Miyazawahara's Overt Scheme
"Huizi, do you understand what I mean?"
After Yutaro Kamiya finished speaking, the large conference room on the seventh floor of Sumitomo Bank was so quiet that only the faint sound of the air conditioner blowing could be heard.
Keiko Miyazawa sat at the end of the long table, her eyes closed and silent.
Of course she understood.
Director Kamiya's meaning was very straightforward.
That means she can be a rich girl.
You can also nominally be the president of the company.
But the premise is that she cannot get in the way, cannot hold real power, and cannot prevent Miyazawa Hara from taking over the Miyazawa Group.
Otherwise, she would be a stumbling block for the Miyazawa Group.
However, these directors were unaware of, and did not understand, what kind of person her uncle was.
Miyazawa Hara is the one who is dragging the Miyazawa Group into the abyss.
At this moment, the Sumitomo Bank auditor casually pushed a document to the center of the table, speaking politely and with restraint:
"Ms. Miyazawa, the main reason for inviting you here today is to give a final explanation regarding the extension of the Rokko Golf development project."
"If you have no major objections, Sumitomo Bank hopes to complete its internal conclusions as soon as possible."
"This is the draft confirmation form for this briefing. You can take a look at it first."
Keiko Miyazawa looked down.
Several paragraphs of explanation were written densely on the paper.
The preceding information appears to be merely the background of the project financing extension for Rokka Golf Development, the arrangement of members' advance payments, and the schedule for interest payments.
Turn to the second page, where there is a line of text:
The main family of the Miyazawa Group has understood and approved that Mr. Miyazawa Hara will serve as the sole financial contact person, continuing negotiations and subsequent implementation with Sumitomo Bank regarding financing, loan extensions, and guarantee adjustments for the Group and its affiliated companies.
Further down, there is another sentence:
The main family of the Miyazawa Group has no objection to the internal support required for the subsequent development of the Rokko Golf Course.
If she nods in agreement with this document today, even if it's just by saying "I understand" or "I have no objection," Sumitomo Bank can include that attitude in the official minutes.
By then, if Miyazawa Hara uses the minutes to push through other procedures, it will be difficult for Miyazawa Keiko to extricate herself.
Keiko Miyazawa let out a soft breath, the words of advice Kiryu Yaya had given her flashing through her mind:
Any statement regarding the group's support, guarantees, or window access is no small matter.
Thinking of this, Keiko Miyazawa slowly raised her head.
"I have objections to this confirmation."
The Sumitomo Bank auditor was slightly taken aback.
Yutaro Kamiya's expression immediately darkened.
"objection?"
Keiko Miyazawa gently placed the document back on the table, her voice low but clear:
"First of all, I haven't seen the full terms of the loan, guarantee, internal funding and extension for Rokko Golf Development, nor have I confirmed whether other companies in the Miyazawa Group are really capable of continuing to support it."
"Under these circumstances, I cannot make such a confirmation."
"Secondly, today's meeting was just a briefing on the extension of the Rokko project. I don't understand why we've included the statement that 'Executive Director Miyazawa will continue to handle matters concerning the group and its affiliated companies as the sole financial contact person'?"
The air in the conference room paused slightly.
The Sumitomo Bank auditor quickly regained his composure and said with a smile:
"Ms. Miyazawa, you misunderstand. This is merely a summary of the procedure and does not mean that your company will bear any new legal responsibility today."
"Yeah?"
Keiko Miyazawa looked at him, and for the first time did not go down the steps.
"Since this does not imply new legal liability, please remove the irrelevant content and retain only the factual statement regarding the Rokkaku project itself."
The smile on Sumitomo's face faded slightly.
Miyazawa Hara then spoke slowly, his tone still gentle:
"Keiko, don't overcomplicate things."
"Sumitomo Bank simply wants to confirm that there is no disagreement within the Miyazawa Group regarding the future handling of the Rokko project."
"My uncle stepped forward first for the sake of the group's stability."
Yutaro Kamiya continued coldly:
"When your father was alive, these kinds of documents would never have been delayed until the second sentence."
"The bank is only inviting you here to listen to the explanation because they're giving you face. Don't mistake face for capital."
Another director also said in a deep voice:
"If today's meeting can't proceed, Sumitomo might reassess the Rokkasaka loan and project credit at any time. Who will bear the consequences then?"
The head of the corporate sales department at Sumitomo Bank added a timely comment:
"Ms. Miyazawa, what financial institutions value most is consistent service delivery and clear communication."
"If your group cannot even confirm the most basic direction of handling the situation, it will be difficult for Sumitomo Bank to continue to grant leniency."
One sentence at a time.
No one slammed their fist on the table.
But these calm words are more oppressive than direct reprimands.
Keiko Miyazawa's palms slowly began to sweat.
She knew she couldn't nod.
But she also knew that if things continued like this, her excessive confrontation with the board of directors would be futile.
These stubborn old men did not approve of her and were determined to push Miyazawa Hara into power.
With Miyazawa Hara and Sumitomo Bank, who were in cahoots with him, by her side, no matter what evidence she presented, she could not convince these directors.
That is precisely why Miyazawa Hara summoned these directors today.
Either she agrees to sign the documents, or she puts pressure on the board to remove her as president.
After she steps down as president, although she retains her fundamental status as a shareholder and heir to the main family, she will lose the ability to control the direction of the group.
Ultimately, Miyazawa Hara was left to destroy the corporation his father had left behind.
Keiko Miyazawa closed her eyes and remained silent.
After much deliberation, she sighed helplessly.
Just when Miyazawa thought Keiko Miyazawa couldn't withstand the pressure and was about to surrender, he only heard her say:
"Feel sorry."
Keiko Miyazawa took a soft breath and stood up.
I need to use the restroom.
Sumitomo, the inspector, frowned, clearly not wanting to interrupt the flow.
However, in this situation, it would be impossible to stop a young heir who had just lost her father from leaving the table.
Miyazawa glanced at her and smiled slightly:
"Can."
"But Keiko, everyone is waiting for you, don't keep them waiting too long."
The phrase "Don't keep you all waiting" sounds considerate.
But the unspoken urging in her tone felt more like a reminder—
You don't have much time left.
Keiko Miyazawa bowed her head and turned to leave the conference room.
The moment the door closed, her pace quickened.
I didn't go to the restroom.
Instead, they went straight to the front of the stage.
The female receptionist at the VIP area on the seventh floor of the Sumitomo Bank main branch paused for a moment:
"Miss, is there anything I can help you with?"
Keiko Miyazawa gave her a number:
"Please call this number for me."
This was the pager number that Chihaya Yuri left for her.
At this moment, in addition to seeking help from Mitsubishi Bank, another major bank of the Miyazawa Group needs to get involved.
Otherwise, Keiko Miyazawa would see no hope of winning.
……
At the same time.
Inside the coffee shop across from Sumitomo Bank, Kiryu Yaya and his two companions were waiting for news of the meeting.
This is an old-fashioned tea shop located on a street corner.
Wooden tables and chairs, brass chandeliers, and a layer of fog covering the glass windows.
Outside is the silent and imposing Sumitomo Bank headquarters building, but inside, the air is filled with the warm aroma of coffee and freshly baked bread.
None of the three people sitting by the window touched their coffee.
Masakazu Yamada glanced at his watch.
9:17.
"We've been inside for almost twenty minutes."
Chihaya Yuri didn't say anything, but simply flattened the sticky note with the Sumitomo switchboard number and pager number on it again.
Kiryu Yaya's gaze fell on the direction of the seventh floor of Sumitomo Bank, his expression calm.
But in the very next second—
Drip, drip, drip.