HLnovel Chapter 288 Fushiguro Shige
Chapter 288 Fushiguro Shige
I walked onto the subway carrying my suitcase.
The good news is that there are so many people here, shoulder to shoulder, and the noise is deafening, giving people a very safe feeling.
The bad news is that the man who was following me was not lost. He was still standing firmly at the door about ten meters away from me, like a super iconic building.
At this moment, he was holding the handrail, standing in the crowded carriage, with his short black hair hanging down. It was unknown what he was thinking, but he definitely stood out from the crowd.
Perhaps he felt my gaze, he suddenly looked up and looked in my direction sharply.
I immediately turned around, took a step forward, and walked to another carriage.
In the end, we got off the bus at the same place.
I walked for about ten more minutes carrying my suitcase.
Another kilometer away is the entrance to the five-star hotel booked by the company. If he sees me staying there, won’t I be in danger of being completely harassed for the next few days?
After careful consideration, I simply turned around, rushed in front of him in three or two steps, and asked loudly: "Hey, why are you following me?"
"Following you?" He raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms and stood on the steps condescendingly, "Tsk, who is following you."
"From the subway entrance to here, you have to go through two traffic lights and four turns." I pointed at the sidewalk behind him and asked bluntly, "If you hadn't followed me, is there such a small chance of coincidence in the world?"
"You won't let me pass this way. Did your family build this road?" He asked in a playful tone, "Call it and see if it responds?"
Tsk, these days the criminals' specious rhetoric is becoming more and more shameless.
If I could make the concrete road talk, I would have been a billionaire long ago. Why would I come here on a business trip and run into someone like you?
"I was just going to Hilton to discuss business, and I just happened to be on the same road as you."
As if his patience had run out, he strode towards me and lazily analyzed: "Also, if you really suspected that I was a bad guy, the best thing you should do is call the police instead of running up to me doubtfully to confront me."
"If I were a criminal, you would have been tied up in an abandoned parking lot on the third floor of the basement, with a thick towel stuffed in your mouth, crying and waiting for your family to send you 19.8 million in non-consecutive-number cash."
Damn it, I was underestimated. I can beat ten muscular men like you who are strong on the outside but weak on the inside!
Furthermore, you are so skilled and your pricing is so specific, and you still say you are not a practitioner in the relevant industry?!
After saying these words, he walked past me and went straight forward at a very fast speed. In almost a minute, he was gone, leaving only a faint shadow.
I:"........"
Okay, no matter what you say, just leave.
The cell phone in my pocket rang, and the note on the caller ID was: Mr. Kong.
Probably the Korean guy who cooperated with the company.
"Hello, Mr. Kong."
"Good morning, Ms. Suzuki."
It sounded like the voice of an ordinary middle-aged man, his words were calm and polite, and there was none of the extremely scary feeling as rumored.
It’s the one who just walked past who is the most vicious and cruel!
"Because I can't spare the time today, another partner will come to discuss the cooperation." He said, "Can you accept this?"
"Absolutely." You are Party A, you have the final say.
"Is that Mr. Fushiguro?" I recalled the content of the handover from the employee who went to discuss cooperation with the previous company (the previous employee has already resigned). When Mr. Fushiguro was mentioned, he didn't even dare to mention his name, and referred to him as "that man" throughout the whole process.
Everyone shudders at the mention of it; it's like Voldemort!
However, I complained at the time that his surname was so niche and had the same name as a character in the anime. Now that I think about it, his personality is quite similar to Fushiguro Shinobu.
"Yes." Mr. Kong replied, "He is on his way to the hotel and will arrive soon. I have sent his phone number to your mobile phone, you can just call him directly."
After the phone was locked, the slime ornament hanging on the suitcase suddenly fell to the ground.
I squatted down to pick it up, and at that moment, the connected clues suddenly flashed through my mind.
Wait, business, no time, Hilton Hotel, fierce eyes... Could the guy who just walked past be the company's partner, aka the client of the project I'm in charge of? !
Impossible, impossible... I was so exhausted and sweaty along the way.
But no matter how much I hesitated and repeatedly comforted myself, it would take only ten minutes to walk the short 800-meter distance.
I stood at the door of the hotel, holding on to a little remaining hope, and looked inside.
In the lobby, the floor was polished to a shine. Next to the window glass, on the sofa at a small square table, sat a figure that looked somewhat familiar.
He turned his face to the side, crossed his legs, and fixed his eyes on the page of his mobile phone, as if he was searching for information while waiting for someone.
Uh hehehe....Who are you waiting for...
I swallowed, took out my cell phone tremblingly, and dialed the number.
I saw his phone vibrate twice, then he picked it up, turned slightly towards me, and smiled with interest: "Hello."
"......Hello." I asked cautiously, "Is this Mr. Fushiguro?"
"Yes, it's me." He leaned back leisurely and said as if he was watching a good show, "Excuse me, is this Miss Suzuki?"
I deliberately put emphasis on the two words "Suzuki".
So embarrassing, so embarrassing, so embarrassing!!!
I really want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, dig down layer by layer, dig through the center of the earth and then drown myself in a basin of magma.
"Higurashi When They Cry, a suspense anime from 2006." He slowly read out the words from the phone, like a blunt knife grinding meat, "Furutte Rika is an important supporting character in the anime, able to keep her memory throughout the endless reincarnation, right?"
"Nice name." He rested his hand on his chin and snorted. "You think I'm an old fogey who doesn't watch TV. But what kind of illusion do you have that I don't even have a Google search function on my phone?"
I:"........"
Simply speechless.
Who could have thought that the suspicious gangster who was just casually hanging around on the Shinkansen would suddenly transform himself into the party A of our company!
He always threatens to beat people up, threatens to kidnap people, and even gets bitten by a dog. Isn't it normal for me to be on guard against him?!
That being said, if I were to point it out brazenly, the project would surely fail! I might even be hunted down thousands of miles away.
Carrying the heavy hopes of the entire company, you must stand up and not let the other side look down on you!
Taking a deep breath, I suddenly bent down towards him and apologized loudly: "Mr. Fushiguro, I'm really sorry for mistaking you for a weird bad guy just now!"
"Now, you can finally tell me your real name." He pulled the corners of his mouth with a fake smile, "Or, at this point, I am still not qualified to know your real name?"
He is definitely still holding a grudge...
"My real name is Suzuki Yuri." I bowed again and said, "Please give me your guidance!"
"...Suzuki Yuri?" He frowned slightly and repeated it in a low voice, with a blank look in his green eyes, "Is it this name...?"
What else? What other names do I have? Furuto Rika doesn't count.
"Is there something wrong?" I glanced at him and said cautiously, "This time it is definitely a real name."
"...I don't know why." He pressed his temple and rubbed it vigorously twice, saying in confusion, "I always feel that your name should be much uglier than this."
What the hell, I don’t deserve a nice name, right?
Resisting the urge to rant and pick him up and beat him up, I forced a smile and gently changed the subject: "Come to think of it, I don't even know Mr. Fushiguro's name."
"Oh, my name is Fushiguro Shiji." He said nonchalantly.
"Ah hehe..." I clenched my fists and continued softly, "Mr. Fushiguro is really humorous."
Just because I told him the name of an anime to fool him, he has to reply to me with the name of an anime, right?
If he loves playing so much, why doesn’t he change his name to Gojo Satoru?