bookrandom Chapter 1130 Director, are you alright?
Chapter 1130 Director, are you alright?
When he reached the office door, he deliberately stopped, turned slightly to the side, and respectfully let Lingzi go first, while he followed behind, like a loyal servant.
At this moment, the female secretary was already waiting at the door with Lingzi's trench coat in hand. When she saw Lingzi come out, she quickly bowed and greeted her.
Holding the trench coat in both hands, he stood on tiptoe slightly, as if afraid that his breath would blow on Lingzi, and respectfully handed it to Lingzi: "Miss Yingzi, your trench coat."
Lingzi reached out and gently took the trench coat, putting it on.
Seeing this, Yamada Iwakuro bowed again, and only after Reiko had straightened her trench coat did he carefully lead the way again: "Miss Sakurako, please!"
From his office to the entrance of the South Manchuria Railway Tianjin office, a distance of only a hundred meters, Yamada Iwakuro maintained a 90-degree bow the entire way, never straightening his posture.
The staff members of the law firm they encountered along the way were all so frightened by the director's humble appearance and the aloof Lingzi beside him that they immediately stopped and bowed, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
Yamada Iwakuro didn't even dare to glance at them, focusing all his attention on Reiko, afraid that he might not have done something right.
Upon arriving at the gate, Yamada Iwakuro quickly stepped forward and personally opened the back door of the car for Reiko. He gently placed his hand above the door to prevent Reiko from bumping her head when she looked up, and his tone was extremely respectful: "Miss Sakurako, please get in the car!"
Lingzi bent down to get on the bus, sat down, and looked out the window.
Yamada Iwakuro remained bent over, blocking the door, until Reiko was fully seated. Only then did he slowly withdraw his hand, but he still did not straighten up. Instead, he stood by the car with his hands hanging at his sides, watching the car slowly drive away.
Only when the car's shadow completely disappeared at the end of the street did Yamada Iwakuro finally dare to straighten up.
The prolonged bending caused a sharp pain in his lower back, and he couldn't help but rub it with his hand, as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead again.
After his tense nerves relaxed, he realized that his back was soaked with sweat, and his underwear was stuck to his body. A gust of cold wind made him shiver.
"Director, are you alright?" the female secretary beside him asked cautiously.
"Get out!" Yamada Iwakuro turned around abruptly, glaring fiercely at his secretary. The humility and respect he had shown in front of Reiko just moments before vanished, replaced by nothing but frustration and anger: "What are you still standing there for?"
"Get the phones to the South Manchuria Railway Company's Fengtian office and the Ministry of Transport right now! If you can't get through, you're fired!"
"Hi!" The secretary trembled with fright, quickly replied, and turned to run back to her office.
Yamada Iwakuro took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. He recalled Reiko's cold gaze and the words "the consequences would be unimaginable," and his body trembled involuntarily again.
He didn't dare to delay for a moment and quickly followed back to the office. However, this time, his steps were no longer gentle, but rather carried a hint of panic and urgency.
Back in his office, he immediately rushed to his desk, grabbed the old-fashioned telephone, and his fingers, nervous, began to move erratically. It took him several attempts to finally get through to the South Manchuria Railway Transportation Department.
We can't care about the petty tricks those higher-ups are playing for their own interests anymore; what we want now is Yamada Iwakuro's life!
Besides, anyone who can be sent to Tianjin by the South Manchuria Railway as the director must have a powerful backer. The Takasaki family is not someone you can afford to offend, but it won't be so easy for some greedy high-ranking officials of the South Manchuria Railway to make a move against you!
The moment the call connected, his tone immediately became respectful, and his back subconsciously bent slightly.
"Hello? Is this Minister Sato from the Department of Transportation? Hello, hello! This is Yamada Iwakuro from the Tianjin office!" He deliberately raised his voice a few decibels, with an undisguised fawning tone, the last syllable rising slightly, as if afraid the other party wouldn't hear him clearly, or as if afraid his respect wouldn't be conveyed.
"Minister Sato, I'm sorry to bother you in your busy schedule, but I have a very urgent matter that I have no choice but to ask for your help!"
To make his tone sound more sincere, he even leaned forward slightly, pressed his ear tightly against the receiver, and even softened his breathing.
The office was eerily quiet, with only the occasional tram horn outside the window and the slightly rapid thumping of his own heartbeat against his chest.
He knew that Minister Sato was a man of absolute authority in the Ministry of Transport, and he usually didn't treat people from local offices well. Whether his request for help would be successful was still uncertain, but he had no other choice.
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by an impatient voice, as if something had interrupted him, with obvious perfunctoriness: "Yamada? What is it? I'm busy!"
I have a ton of transportation scheduling documents to process, I don't have time for small talk!
"Yes, yes, yes! You're busy, you're busy! I was being presumptuous!" Yamada Iwakuro quickly replied, bending even lower, almost lying on the desk, his shirt folded up in wrinkles from the bending over: "I'll get straight to the point and won't take up your precious time."
"That's right, recently the opium transport trains from Fengtian to Tianjin haven't met their quotas for three consecutive days. As you know, this opium is specifically supplied to the morphine factory of the Gendarmerie Headquarters, and there can't be any delays!"
He paused, swallowed, and his tone became more anxious: "This morning, Miss Sakura came to our office in person to hold us accountable."
You have no idea how grim Miss Sakura's face was at the time. Without saying a word, she gave us a death order: we had to restore normal service levels within three days. If we didn't... she said we'd face the consequences!
When he mentioned "Miss Sakurako," Yamada Iwakuro's voice unconsciously softened, carrying a hint of indescribable awe.
Sure enough, the impatience on the other end of the phone seemed to lessen, replaced by a noticeable tension. Sato's voice rose a few decibels, and he asked with a hint of confirmation, "Miss Sakurako? You mean Miss Sakurako from the Fujita family?"
"The maid of General Takasaki, the commander of the military police?"
"Yes, yes, yes! It's that Miss Sakura!" Yamada Iwakurou nodded hurriedly, his head bobbing like a pestle in a pot. Even though the other person couldn't see him, he wanted to convey his urgency and respect in this way: "Chief Sato, this matter concerns the morphine factory of the Military Police Headquarters. If anything goes wrong, none of us can afford the consequences!"
He took a deep breath, as if he had made a huge decision, and his tone became more respectful, even pleading: "So I would like to ask you if you could send some more guards to our Tianjin office."
Ideally, we should have three times the manpower to ensure the opium transport goes smoothly and that Miss Sakura successfully completes the task assigned to us!