It was late at night, Kishimoto Masayoshi returned from Fukada Kyoko's home to his Nishimabu's home. He did not go upstairs to sleep directly.

Masayoshi Kishimoto first went to the wine cellar on the first floor and then took it up with his right hand. After he reached the second floor, he turned around and walked into the small living room.

He found the bottle opener, opened the red wine with his own hands, and then poured the red wine into the mouth of the bottle to the mouth of the cup. He stopped just as he looked like about one-third of the cup.

Masayoshi Kishimoto placed the red wine bottle on the crystal coffee table, and then took out the cigar, cigar cutters, and a lighter specially used on the cigar from the drawer.

He sat on a single sofa and began to fiddle with the cigar. He took out a Cuban cigar from the cigar box and removed the plastic packaging like a bamboo shoot.

He held the cigar in his left hand, picked up the cigar cutter with two fingers of his right hand, and cut off the pointed area of ​​one end. After he put down the cigar cutter, he picked up the lighter and started burning the flat end.

OK, Masayoshi Kishimoto turned off the lighter and placed it on the glass coffee table casually. He put the cigar on his left hand into his mouth and took a few puffs, then slowly spit out the white smoke.

He picked up the red wine glass with his left hand and held a cigar between his fingers with his right hand. He swayed the red wine in the glass a little, then raised his head and took a small sip.

Masayoshi Kishimoto once again brought the cigar to his mouth. At this time, he was completely sleepy. He didn't think about the regret of not being able to stay at Kyoko Fukada's house.

Even if the other party made a clear decision to keep him overnight, he was rejected. He knew in his heart that some women's beds were easy to go up and difficult to get off.

There are not only interesting things in life, but also many other things. Of course, some people regard sex as the best gift God has given to mankind.

Masayoshi Kishimoto placed the red wine glass on the crystal coffee table, poured his weight back, and leaned against the back of the chair.

While smoking the cigar in his hand, he was thinking in his head that the three companies in mainland China would call Bat in the future, and two of them were in his control.

Now, there is only the last one left. Once you complete your investment in Shenzhen Penguin, you will basically complete your first round of investment plan in mainland China.

In Shanghai, I invested 40 million US dollars to Shanda Network, and the shares are still 40% of the principle. In Guangzhou, I invested 30 million US dollars to NetEase, and the shares are 40%.

In Beijing, I invested 10 million US dollars to Baidu, with 40% of the shares. In Hangzhou, I invested 20 million US dollars to Alibaba, with 40% of the shares.

In addition, I have also established offices in these places and carried out strategic land enclosures in the future. The real estate industry will see a big rise.

The high housing prices in these cities can completely prevent ordinary young people from seeing the hope of the future and can only live in a corner of the city. Liuliu's "Snail House" has already explained everything.

"I was so excited that I couldn't sleep anymore?" Sakai Rie suddenly walked in in a white nightgown.

"Can you give me more noises first? I thought you were a ghost when you suddenly broke in like this!" Kishimoto Masayoshi blurted out.

"You are the ghost, you don't sleep in the middle of the night." Sakai Rie turned around and sat down on a single sofa next to him, and said bluntly.

"Didn't you say it all? I'm excited!" Kishimoto Masayoshi said with a smile.

"Today, I received a lot of text messages and calls from my friends on my phone. They were all congratulating me. To be precise, they were congratulating you.

Horipro, founded in 1960, finally changed hands after 40 years. Can you tell me why you wanted to annex it?" Sakai Rie asked curiously.

"Interest." Kishimoto Masayoshi replied concisely.

"Your interest is not for the female star named Kyoko Fukada, is it?" Sakai Rie had known for a long time that Kyoko Fukada is a female artist under the horipro.

"You really look down on her. Do you think she is really worth such a high price?" Kishimoto Masayoshi said calmly.

"Of course it's not worth it. But who can understand your thoughts thoroughly? Everyone in the circle knows that you don't play according to common sense." Sakai Rie said seriously.

"If I play according to common sense, I will not be able to make me gain excess profits and huge success. I will almost get what I should score.

Only by taking a different sword can I win. Otherwise, if I follow someone else's butt, not only will I not be able to pick up anything, but I will also often eat a mouthful of ashes." Kishimoto Masayoshi said the truth.

"I don't understand what investment is. You told me, it's just a waste of time." Sakai Rie only cared about whether there were other women around him.

"Actually, I have been thinking about what kind of life I want? To be fair, my heart prefers a decadent personal life.

I always imagine how comfortable it would be to live alone in a small single rental apartment, working in a short time, eating instant noodles, and having entertainment on the Internet and drinking happy water (Cola).

If a person doesn’t think too much, there will be no pressure. Without too much desire, he will make people live happily. However, the greed in human nature is always moving forward.

Sometimes, I feel that I live like a greedy snake, but like a greedy snake." Masayoshi Kishimoto suddenly sighed.

"What you mean is that I have implicated you, and that I have prevented you from living the decadent single life you want?" Sakai Rie knew that his words were not completely groundless.

I still know him more or less. In my daily life, the literary works that Kishimoto prefers are the kind of works that reflect the darkness of human nature, the darkness of society, the decadence of spiritual decay, death, and negative energy.

The Japanese writer he likes the most is Osamu Dazai, followed by Yukio Mishima, and Ryuki Murakami. In her opinion, it is already a miracle that Masayoshi Kishimoto survived until now without committing suicide.

"Do you know what are the two greatest pains of a person? One is that he has a wealthy family but cannot spend it. The other is that he has a beautiful wife at home but cannot touch it." Masayoshi Kishimoto said with a smile.

"You said the first one, it's not true. You can spend money as much as you want. As for the second one, my bedroom door has not been locked." Sakai Rie retorted.

"But, there is always a pair of sharp scissors under your pillow. What do you mean?" Kishimoto Masayoshi smiled again.

"What's not, it's all your delusion. I'm obviously putting a sharp knife." Sakai Rie rolled her eyes and said.

"Why has it been upgraded?" Kishimoto Masayoshi knew she was just joking.

"It's not OK to upgrade!" Sakai Rie said with a smile.
Chapter completed!