The next day, 9:36 am.

Mizuho Bank, Shinjuku Branch.

At this time, the building of the Shinjuku branch had already become busy. In the office lobby, the phone rang from time to time, and employees were arguing fiercely with each other through the phone about the approval of a certain credit project. It looked a little unfamiliar.

The interns timidly held the documents that needed to be copied and scanned, stood next to the printer, and turned the documents and the printer cover back and forth stiffly. From time to time, the tellers below would bring some customers up and knock on the customers.

Manager's office door.

Among the people coming and going, employees glanced at Vice President Shimada's office from time to time. The glass door was tightly closed, and there was a vague figure sitting behind the desk, doing something unknown. There are some bank employees who do good things.

, standing in the tea room far away, people were already discussing quietly.

"What's going on? Why is Vice President Shimada in the office and he hasn't opened the door yet?"

"I don't know either. Which door usually opens the earliest. Doesn't he usually come to the office before 8 o'clock?"

"It is probably the recent self-examination incident assigned by President Takamatsu of the Tokyo Branch."

"Have you heard? At the self-examination meeting that day, Vice President Shimada was directly thrown in the face by President Takamatsu with a stack of documents."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"So, in a big bank, what's the point of working so hard? Why don't the bosses just kick you away like a dog when they're not happy?!"

After the employees in the tea room chatted for a while, they dispersed in tacit understanding.

In the vice president's office, the glass reflects the figures of the employees outside. You can vaguely see employees gathering in the far corner. A series of eyes swept into the office, as if there was a huge pressure shrouding this place.

In this office, even the incandescent light in the room looks bleak.

Shimada crossed his hands, sat behind his desk, and leaned on the back of the chair. His brows were furrowed, his teeth were clenched, and his body was shaking slightly from time to time. The situation Shimada was facing now was already very bad.

, he has received news that in the bank self-examination activities arranged by the Tokyo Branch, his Dongshan Club letter of credit is the first key self-examination target. Moreover, the list of credit projects to be initially self-examination has also been sent to the head office

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According to Shimada's network, he has learned that if he fails to pass the test this time, the fate he will face is to be sent to a branch in Hokkaido to work as a cash teller.

Yes, we are going to Hokkaido.

It looks like a tourist attraction, but in fact it is a place where birds have nothing to do and the weather is freezing cold.

Even if I go back to working as a cash teller, as long as I can stay in Tokyo, there is still hope.

As long as he is still in Tokyo, Shimada believes that he can climb up again.

However, once they leave the bustling Tokyo, this financial center on the ocean, for employees in the financial industry, it means the death of their careers.

On the tabletop of the desk, there are stacks and stacks of information on Dongshan Club's credit projects. They have been turned over and worn out. The edges of the A4 paper are slightly raised, exuding a smell of old paper.

The more Shimada thought about it, the more he felt that he really couldn't swallow this. The reason why Dongshan Club's letter of credit project was approved was precisely because the industry actively encouraged the development of financing guarantee business related to import and export trade. Huge performance indicators pressured

Here, every bank account manager, as well as the president and deputy president, are like a mad dog thirsting for bones, constantly searching for every company engaged in import and export trade in the city.

I was actually not willing to apply for the Dongshan Club's letter of credit project at the beginning. Although I couldn't see what was wrong with the company's information, I just didn't want to do it based on my intuition. However, in the end, considering this project, it was recommended by the branch.

It came over, so I picked it up.

Who would have thought that the result would be chicken feathers all over the place.

Dongshan Club’s letter of credit project was in trouble.

The bank paid for the imported goods on its behalf, but Dongshan Club did not repay the bank's payment.

Who would have thought that projects introduced by branches would cause problems?

This is like a parent company introducing a project to a subsidiary, but the project resulted in huge losses for the subsidiary.

This kind of almost funny and absurd thing actually happened to me.

Moreover, now he has become an outcast.

I was the only one among the 23 wards in Tokyo who exceeded the quota for import and export trade financing guarantee business. But even so, I was ruthlessly abandoned.

All the efforts made for the bank in the past have completely disappeared like smoke.

Shimada also tried to clear up the relationship in the industry, but in the end all he received was a cold rejection. At this moment, no one was willing to sell to rescue a person who was regarded as a typical investigation target.

The network of relationships that I usually worked so hard to cultivate has become ineffective.

But now, the only one who can save himself is... that young man named Kitahara. If... if he can pay back the more than 70 million yen at the end of the month.

Your life will return to peace.

Shimada's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and the unwillingness surged into his heart one after another, stimulating the contraction of blood vessels in his body. It was very uncomfortable to feel that one's fate depended on others. Recently, his own child had passed away.

Tokyo started attending the Noble Middle School. He came back every day and excitedly reported on the new things he experienced at the Noble Middle School, such as archery, horse riding, cultural tourism, study tours, etc.

I want to stay in Tokyo.

Just thinking about the excited expression on his child's face makes him want to stay in Tokyo.

This is both for my financial career and for my family.

Tokyo.

I don’t want to leave it!!!

Shimada took a breath of cold air. Yesterday, Kitahara called him and said that he would come to see him this morning. This was probably good news. Shimada had silently crossed his fingers and said:

A prayer, hoping that the young man would come up with enough money to repay the bank.

In fact, to a certain extent, Shimada has already deceived himself. If you think about it carefully, you will know how a young man can spend such a huge amount of money to repay the bank. But Shimada is no longer willing to face reality.

He believed more in conspiracy theories. He believed that the young man, Eto, the director of the law firm, and Higashiyama Club, divided up the bank's 500 million yen financing.

You...you must come up with 70 million yen, you must!!!

"Bang, bang, bang" a knock on the door interrupted all the thoughts in Shimada's mind. Only a female voice was heard saying, "Vice President Shimada, a lawyer named Kitahara is coming to see you.
Chapter completed!