Taking advantage of this time, Sakura Nishike looked at the drawing drawn by Dafeng Zheshu, and after a rough check that there was no problem, Sakura Nishike left the company and rushed to the construction site.
In the project department of the construction site, Nishike Sakura looked through the receipt documents for the tiles. The tiles have come three times, and Natsume Taku signed for them all three times.
There's something wrong with that.
If Natsume Tuo and Dafeng Zheshu cooperated to seek personal gain for this tile, then Natsume Tuo and Dafeng Zheshu had to sign for the receipt, so as to check each other.
Only if Takumi Natsume signed...
Nishike Sakura looked at the time of receipt, almost all after twelve o'clock in the evening.
Logically speaking, this time period is dark and it is time for rest. If you want to wake people up to work during this time period, you must spend more money.
Why do tiles need to be moved when they spend a lot of money?
And Natsume Taku, who has been working the night shift, won't complain?
Wouldn't the employees of Kawakami Tiles Company come in the morning, at noon, or even in the afternoon?
Natsume Taku's suspicions are getting heavier and heavier.
Putting the receipt documents back in place, Nishike Sakura called Natsume Taku.
"Sakura, what do you want from me?"
Natsume Taku's voice was very refreshing, and it sounded like he had slept well during this time.
Nishike Sakura said calmly.
"Isn't there tiles to be delivered today to sign for? I have something to do tonight, and I just can't sleep. Let me help you sign for it. You have worked hard during this period, so take a good rest."
"Eh, no, no need..."
Nishike Sakura heard nervousness from Natsume Taku's tone.
"Sakura, you don't need to do this. Girls or something, if you stay up late, your skin will get worse. I just slept for several hours. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night. I'll just come."
Nishike Sakura looked playful.
"Really? I want you to rest a little longer."
"Now is the rising period of my career, how can I sleep, I must work hard! Needless to say, Sakura, let's make the challenge more intense!"
"Okay, okay, then I won't help you, hang up."
Sakura Nishike hung up the phone.
The woman squinted her eyes for a long time, and Nishike Sakura sighed.
In order to find the truth, you have to prepare yourself.
…
Ten p.m.
Sakura Nishike, wearing a motorcycle suit, sits in front of an izakaya outside a warehouse.
Kawakami Tile Company has only one warehouse in the local area, and the local business is almost all transferred from this warehouse. After Nishike Sakura investigated this matter, she came to the entrance of the izakaya next to it at six o'clock, staring at this warehouse while eating and drinking soup.
After waiting for four full hours, the warehouse door of Kawakami Tiles Company opened, and a series of pickup trucks drove out.
Sakura Nishike waited for a while, and after confirming that the quantity of this batch was a lot, it should be her own, she went out of the izakaya, put on a helmet with a black skull pattern, and drove over on a motorcycle.
It is easy to be found hanging at the back all the time. For this reason, Nishike Sakura deliberately drove the motorcycle behind the pickup truck, and attached a coin tracker to the pickup truck's shell.
Afterwards, a small camera mounted on the front of the car took pictures of all the license plates that Pi drove.
So well done, Nishike Sakura drove the car aside, stopped, and took out her phone.
In the positioning app on the mobile phone, Dafeng Zheshu's car was still quietly staying at Dafeng Zheshu's house, while Natsume Tuo's car had left the city and drove towards the suburbs.
Nishike Sakura frowned slightly.
After more than ten minutes, the pickup trucks did not drive towards President Nishike's construction site, but went to the suburbs, and drove on the same road as Natsume Taku's vehicle.
Things were going in a direction that Sakura Nishike didn't want.
But there is no other way.
Sakura Nishike rode on the motorcycle.
In the new era decoration company, Nishike Sakura has always appeared as a cold and intellectual beauty, but no one knows that when Nishike Sakura was in college, she was the president of the school's motorcycle club, and she liked to race in the suburbs every day when she had nothing to do.
However, Sakura Nishike is not like "Initial D" who can drive the car out of the car, or even hang up professional players. Nishike Sakura's motorcycle skills can only be said to be relatively good among amateurs.
so…
Nishike Sakura put on the skull helmet and rode out according to the position of the coin locator.
In order not to be found and followed, Nishike Sakura has been hanging far away after driving out of the city.
Halfway through a road, Nishike Sakura's complexion suddenly changed.
She saw in the app that Natsume Taku's car was parked at a corner.
Nishike Sakura keenly stopped here for fifteen minutes, and then drove the motorcycle over, but after a while, Nishike Sakura saw Natsume Taku's luxury car parked in a corner where she would never find it unless she looked for it.
Next to the luxury car, a series of footprints went to the distance.
Nishike Sakura looked along this footprint, thought for a moment, Nishike Sakura remembered that there is a tile factory at the end of this road, this factory sells all kinds of tiles, brand tiles, and three-none tiles.
The factory manager is called Tsuchimikado Chihiro.
In the past, if a customer was looking for cheap tiles, Nishike Sakura would occasionally recommend the customer to find this Tsuchimikado Chihiro.
so…
A rather bad idea entered Nishike Sakura's brain.
The feeling of being stared at by the hunter reappeared, Nishike Sakura trembled all over, with inexplicable fear.
Sakura Nishike silently straddled her motorcycle and accelerated it.
The scenery on both sides of the road kept retreating, darkness gradually became the main theme of the whole world, but before the darkness completely devoured everything, there was light appearing in front again.
Chihiro Tsuchimikado's tile factory is coming.
Get out of the car, enter the house, go up to the third floor, and reach the roof. After reaching the roof, Sakura Nishike lowered her body and crawled forward on all fours. When she reached the edge of the roof, Sakura Nishike poked out her small head wearing a helmet and looked in the direction of Tsuchimikado Chihiro.
From a distance of 100 meters, Sakura Nishike saw a pickup truck carrying authentic tiles from Kawakami Tile Company parked at the door of the Tsuchimikado Chihiro factory. More than a dozen men quickly moved pieces of authentic tiles off the pickup truck, and batches of unknown brands of tiles onto the pickup truck.
Beside the pickup, a straight man wearing a hat stood with Chihiro Tsuchimikado, chatting and laughing without knowing what topic they were talking about.
Sakura Nishike: "..."
Although the man sitting with Chihiro Tsuchimikado wore makeup and a hat, Nishike Sakura can guarantee that that guy is Natsume Taku.
Women's intuition is so sensitive.
Sakura Nishike took a deep breath, and after calming down the turbulent emotions in her heart, she took out the camera and pointed it at the pickup truck that was being transported, Chihiro Tsuchimikado and others.
The move took more than an hour, and the reloaded pickup truck turned back toward the city.
The person who cooperated with Tsuchimikado also took Tsuchimikado's money and left.
Sakura Nishike went downstairs, got on her own motorcycle, and hung Taku Natsume in the distance.
Followed Natsume all the way to President Nishike's construction site.
Chapter 116 Tokyo Hotel
Noon the next day, eleven o'clock, Sunday.
Nishike Sakura, who hadn't slept all night, turned over on the bed and picked up the cell phone beside the pillow.
Sakura Nishike clicked on the address book, and saw the mobile numbers of Dafeng Zheshu and Natsume Taku.
Nishike Sakura stared at the two phone numbers for a long time, and remained silent for a long time.
Finally, with a swipe of Sakura Nishike's hand, the phone numbers of Dafeng Zheshu and Natsume Taku slipped down, and a brand new number entered Nishike Sakura's eyes.
Takeo Saeki.
…
Tokyo, a road.
The vehicle driven by Takeo Saeki stopped slowly at the red light.
The phone behind the windshield suddenly rang.
The middle-aged man took the phone, connected it, and put it to his ear.
Nishike Sakura's voice came out.
"Senior Gangxiong, I have a question to ask you."
Takeo Saeki asked slowly.
"Is it about Takumi Natsume?"
Nishike Sakura fell silent, Saeki Takeo could only hear Nishike Sakura's slight breathing.
After ten seconds, Takeo Saeki continued.
"That guy Natsume, did something embarrassing for you, Nishike, didn't he?"
Nishike Sakura fell silent again.
The corners of Takeo Saeki's mouth turned up.
I knew that a man who dared to get involved with Fu Jiang would never end well.
"I said before, Nishike, you are a child with a future, so I remind you to pay more attention to Natsume Taku."
"Since you have noticed it now, let me advise you, there is still time to stop the loss in time. Also, think about where your power comes from, and find the direction to stop the loss."
Takeo Saeki hung up the phone.
Kayako, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head sideways and asked.
"Aren't we a little early?"
Takeo Saeki smiled.
"It's not early. Let's have dinner at the Tokyo Grand Hotel at four o'clock in the afternoon. After we finished eating, we happened to see the night view of the Skytree. Since we've come to Tokyo once, we must see it to our fullest."
Kayako turned his head a little shyly.
"Actually, you don't have to look so full."
Takeo Saeki understood what his wife meant, the middle-aged man smiled.
"If you still want to come in the future, just ask me once every half a month, and I will arrange it."
Saiki Takeo accelerated the speed of the car while talking.
The Tokyo Hotel is more than 200 kilometers away from the Saiki Residence. In addition to the time loss such as parking and changing lanes on the way, it took Takeo Saeki more than four hours to drive to the front of the Tokyo Hotel.
It was already 3:20 in the afternoon, neither too early nor too late.
Takeo Saeki, who looked at the time, got out of the car, and Kayako also wanted to get out of the car when he saw this. Takeo Saeki ran to the door of the passenger seat with quick eyes and hands, and opened the door for Kayako.
Takeo Saeki stretched out his hand and bowed.
"Your Majesty, please get out of the car."
Kayako covered his mouth and smiled, put the remaining hand on Takeo Saeki's hand, put one foot on the ground, and got off the car.
After getting off the car, Jiaye couldn't help turning his head and looked at the front of the Tokyo Hotel.
This is a twenty-five-story commercial building with a restrained and clean appearance, exuding unspoken luxury.
Kayako has seen the promotion of this hotel on TV and in newspapers countless times in the past, such as a certain royal family coming to this hotel for vacation, a certain female star getting married here, and graduates of the University of Tokyo holding graduation banquets here.
Luxury and beauty have almost become synonymous with this hotel.
For this reason, the young Jiaye had a dream, she wanted to have a meal in this luxury hotel that was almost full of fantasy.
Enjoy the treatment that royal princesses, well-known actresses, and graduates of Dongda University also have.
Takeo Saeki walked to the door of the hotel with his arms around Kayako's waist, and the two welcoming hotel doormen bowed and opened the door for Takeo Saeki and Kayako.
The tiles in the hall on the first floor are mainly bright yellow, and there are many patterns on the floor. Most of the people coming and going are wearing beautiful suits or handmade long skirts that are worth a lot of money at first sight. Coupled with the convergence of British, German, French and other languages in the hall, the whole environment suddenly became a bit more international.