Facing the future president of the Miyazawa Group, I, Hiroki Furukawa, must show him res

Chapter 252 Facing the future president of the Miyazawa Group, I, Hiroki Furukawa, must show him 100% respect! [Basic]

When Kiryu Yaya walked out of the bank, it was already completely dark.

Another day of working overtime.

Chihaya Yuri's foot has mostly healed, and she can drive herself with some difficulty, so she no longer needs him to pick her up or drop her off.

Kiryu Yaya glanced at the motorcycle in the parking lot, thought for a moment, and decided to leave it there for the night.

Riding a 50cc motorcycle to Higashi-Osaka is definitely a bit of a hassle.

That's right. Kiryu Yaya had already made arrangements with Marui Fiber during the day, and he was going to deliver the sample garment drawings tonight.

No, it should be renamed Miyazawa Fiber now.

With that thought in mind, he turned and walked toward the subway station.

At this time of day, the Midosuji Line is still packed with people.

He swiped his card to enter the station, waited on the platform for about three minutes, and when the train arrived, he found a seat near the door.

From Honmachi to Higashi-Osaka, it takes less than forty minutes with one transfer.

He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes for a while.

After signing the contract on Saturday, Keiko Miyazawa sent people to officially take over Marui Fiber today, and they are currently reorganizing the factory.

There was much discussion within the Miyazawa Group after hearing that Keiko Miyazawa had bought a fiber factory.

Many people believe that this is a political signal being sent by the president.

But nobody knew that he was the one in charge of it all.

During his call with Keiko Miyazawa today, Yaya Kiryu learned that she had sent an on-site manager to Miyazawa Fiber.

Hiroki Furukawa, 40 years old, came from the management headquarters of the Miyazawa Group. He worked in on-site management at Miyazawa Transportation for six years before being transferred to headquarters to work in planning for a period of time.

He has a stable and unassuming personality and is knowledgeable about the manufacturing industry.

In fact, Kiryu Yaya felt that sending someone like him to manage a fiber factory with only a few dozen employees was somewhat of a waste of his talents.

I wonder if he's complaining inside.

By the time the train stopped at Higashi-Osaka Station, the rain had subsided.

Kiryu Yaya walked out of the station and headed towards Marui Fiber.

When he arrived at the workshop door, the roller shutter door was half open, and the lights were on inside.

He bent down and went inside.

The workshop is much tidier than it was a few days ago.

It's clear that their management level has improved significantly.

A man was standing near the cutting table, talking to accountant Terada.

Clearly, this person is Hiroki Furukawa.

Before Kiryu Yaya could even speak, Furukawa Hiroki had already noticed him.

He almost immediately put down the documents in his hand, turned around, took two quick steps, stopped about a step and a half away from Kiryu Yaya, and then bowed slightly.

"Good evening, Mr. Kiryu."

They were incredibly enthusiastic, so much so that even Kiryu Yaya was a little taken aback.

"Mr. Furukawa, thank you for staying here so late."

Kiryu Yaya said with a smile.

Hiroki Furukawa straightened up and smiled, "I dare not neglect the tasks assigned by the president. Moreover, the factory has just been taken over, and the accounts, inventory, equipment status, and worker list all need to be reviewed from scratch. Mr. Terada was a great help; otherwise, I really couldn't have handled it by myself."

Standing to the side, accountant Terada adjusted his reading glasses and greeted the new manager with enthusiasm: "Not at all, I just lent a hand. Factory Manager Furukawa is very capable."

Koki Furukawa waved his hand, not taking credit, and his gaze returned to Yaya Kiryu.

"Mr. Kiryu, I heard from the president that you have some sample garment patterns to send over?"

"right."

Kiryu Yaya took the dark blue folder out of his briefcase and handed it over.

"I drew these over the weekend. I plan to make six styles for the first batch: one or two styles each of T-shirts, shirts, sweatshirts, and casual pants. They are all basic designs. I've also written down my suggestions on the fabric and weight next to them. Please take a look."

Hiroki Furukawa took the folder with both hands as if it were an important document, carefully turned to the first page, and looked down at it for a while.

About two minutes later, he closed the folder and looked up.

"Mr. Kiryu, this design concept is very clear."

He spoke earnestly, his gaze lingering briefly on Kiryu Yaya's face, his tone carrying an undisguised respect: "I worked in planning at the group headquarters for several years and saw many brand design proposals. Most of them started by drawing a bunch of fancy renderings before considering whether they could be made. But Mr. Kiryu's is different. You started with the fabric and craftsmanship before deciding on the design—"

Seeing that Furukawa Hiroki was about to shower him with praise, Kiryu Yaya quickly raised his hand to stop him.

He turned and glanced at the neatly arranged sewing machines and workbenches in the workshop, then asked, "How's it going with the workers?"

Interrupted by Kiryu Yaya, Furukawa Hiroki realized that the newcomer to Mitsubishi Bank, Miyazawa Keiko's future husband, and the true leader of the Miyazawa Group disliked flattery, so he immediately switched to professional mode.

"Marui Fiber originally had 47 workers, and I talked to them one by one this afternoon. Most of them were willing to stay and continue working, but only two young female workers said they wanted to go back to their hometowns and had already completed the resignation procedures."

"Of the remaining 45 people, 32 are experienced workers who have worked in garment manufacturing for more than three years, and about 10 are long-term employees who have been with President Marui for more than ten years. Their skills are very solid."

Kiryu Yaya stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the empty workshop before he nodded, acknowledging Furukawa Hiroki's professionalism.

However, if he could understand what he was thinking, he would definitely chime in with a sarcastic remark:

There isn't enough room for so many people.

"Where's the equipment?"

"We checked everything today."

Hiroki Furukawa picked up a form from the worktable and handed it over: "Forty-three main pieces of equipment: thirty-one sewing machines, six overlock machines, two cutting tables, and four ironing machines."

"Of the 31 sewing machines, 23 were replaced after the first year of the Heisei era, and they are all in pretty good condition."

"One of the motors on the overlock machine is making a strange noise. I have contacted the manufacturer's after-sales service, and they will come to inspect it the day after tomorrow."

Kiryu Yaya took the form and glanced at it. Every item was clearly marked: equipment model, year of purchase, current status, maintenance records, and even the specific frequency of the abnormal noise from the motor was noted in a line.

"Mr. Furukawa is very meticulous in his work."

Hearing the future president's praise, Hiroki Furukawa was overjoyed, but he still tried his best to maintain a professional image and continued, "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Kiryu."

"When I worked at the transportation company, I had to check the status of dozens of vehicles every day. I had to write down which vehicle had which tires that needed to be replaced, otherwise an accident could result in a loss of millions. In on-site management, you can't be careless about details."

He put the form away, then, as if remembering something, pulled a small notebook from his pocket, opened a page, and said, "Oh, right, there's one more thing. This afternoon I contacted a fabric supplier, a local Osaka company that trades cotton yarn. It's not a large company, but it has a decent reputation."

"They quoted a price that was roughly the same as what Mr. Kiryu had budgeted."

"Once the pattern of the sample garment is finalized, we can take a small batch of fabric to make a few sample garments first, and then make a bulk purchase after confirming the effect."

Kiryu Yaya glanced at him.

Hiroki Furukawa works faster than he imagined.

Today is the first day I've taken over the factory, and I've not only figured out the personnel and equipment, but I've also started exploring the fabric supply chain.

"Okay, then we'll do it your way. I've already marked the pattern and fabric parameters for the first batch of sample garments on the drawings. Just contact the supplier according to that standard."

"Understood, I'll contact you when the sample garment is ready."

Hiroki Furukawa put the folder into the drawer under the worktable, took out the key, put it in his pocket, and then turned around.

"Mr. Kiryu, it's getting late. You need to catch the subway back to the city, right? I'm going back anyway. Shall I drive you?"

Kiryu Yaya did not refuse.

Anyway, Hiroki Furukawa was going the same way.

The next two days.

Kiryu Yaya enjoyed a rare moment of leisure.

The bank only handles some basic matters, and Miyazawa Fiber doesn't need to worry about anything.

With Hiroki Furukawa there, he can go over once the sample garment is made.

Therefore, Kiryu Yaya's most pressing task right now is to get his driver's license.

In Japan, the driver's license test is divided into two stages.

The first stage is "temporary exemption".

It means a temporary driver's license.

At this stage, trainees must complete at least ten hours of subject instruction and fifteen hours of skills instruction.

Subject teaching involves sitting in a classroom and listening to lectures, learning things like traffic rules, signs and markings, and accident handling.

Skills instruction involves in-car practice, from starting and stopping, driving in a straight line, driving on curves, slopes, and reversing into a parking space, until the student can independently complete a lap on the course.

After learning all of this, you need to take the "temporary driver's license test".

The exam is divided into two parts: academic subjects and skills.

The subject exam is a written test with fifty questions; you need to answer forty-five or more correctly to pass.

The skill is actual driving; the instructor sits next to you, and you complete a series of operations on the field according to instructions.

You need to pass both tests to get a temporary driver's license.

During this stage, trainees will actually drive on public roads, with instructors sitting in the passenger seat providing guidance.

After completing 19 hours of skills training and 16 hours of academic training, you can take the official driver's license test.

Following the above procedure, Kiryu Yaya and Yayoi Mizuna are now facing ten hours of academic tutoring.

As working professionals, the two of them definitely cannot attend classes during the day on weekdays.

The only class I can schedule is one session from 8 PM to 10 PM, Monday through Friday, plus weekend classes.

You should be able to complete the first step of getting your driver's license, which is learning the driving theory, within one or two weeks.

Wednesday at 8 PM.

Kiryu Yaya appeared right on time at the classroom door of the driving school.

This is a classroom of about thirty tatami mats, with four rows of long tables, each with a traffic rules textbook and a pencil on it.

There weren't many students, about fifteen or sixteen, ranging in age from college students in their late teens to middle-aged people in their fifties.

I didn't see Kato Dan; someone like him, an unemployed person, probably wouldn't choose to take evening classes.

Mizuna Yayoi had also arrived and was sitting in the third row by the window.

She was wearing a light blue knitted cardigan today, holding the textbook in her hand, which was open on the table with the cover facing up.

When she saw Kiryu Yaya walk in, she didn't say anything, but just waved to him gently, a small smile curving her lips.

Kiryu Yaya walked over and sat down in the empty seat next to her.

"Have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just arrived too."

Yayoi Mina turned her head to look at him: "Are you busy today, senpai?"

Because the financing review class often required overtime, the two did not agree to attend the class together.

"It's alright, just normal overtime, much easier than the past few days."

Kiryu Yaya opened the textbook and casually placed his pen on the table.

Mizuna Yayoi gave a soft "hmm".

The teacher quickly began the lesson.

The content includes basic traffic rules such as signs, markings, traffic lights, right-of-way, stopping, and starting regulations.

The lectures were rather dry, mostly consisting of reading from the textbook and occasionally drawing a few diagrams on the blackboard.

Kiryu Yaya listened very attentively.

He had driven for over a decade in his previous life and knew these rules by heart. However, Japanese traffic rules differed slightly from those in China, especially the details of "stopping temporarily" and "priority lanes." He didn't want to lose points on the test due to negligence.

The teacher drew an inverted triangle on the blackboard with the words "止まれ" (stop) written inside.

According to Japan's Road Traffic Law, this sign means that drivers must reduce their speed to zero and come to a complete stop, regardless of whether there are vehicles or pedestrians at the intersection.

This is different from the situation in China; there's no concept of slowing down or yielding.

Instructors will pay special attention to this during the test; if the car is not completely stopped in the correct position, it will be considered a failure.

Next comes the concept of priority roads, which is more complicated.

Fortunately, Kiryu Yaya had prior experience with motorcycle driving, so he didn't make any mistakes.

However, Mizuna Yayoi is different.

She clearly hadn't driven much and was a bit confused about the concept.

After class, the two walked along the corridor toward the stairwell.

As she reached the corner of the stairs, she finally spoke: "Senior—I still don't quite understand that 'priority path'."

Kiryu Yaya stopped and turned to look at her.

"What exactly do you not understand?"

"The teacher just mentioned priority roads, which mainly involve two situations, right?"

Mizuna Yayoi opened her notebook and pointed to a diagram of an intersection she had drawn: "For example, if two roads don't have 'priority road' signs and are about the same width, how do you determine which is which?"

"This situation is actually very rare on actual roads."

Kiryu Yaya said, "But once you encounter one, just use the road markings to judge. Look at the diagram you drew; the center line of the transverse road extends all the way into the intersection, while the center line of the longitudinal road breaks off before the intersection."

Mizuna Yayoi looked down at her map and nodded: "Hmm—so the horizontal direction is the priority road?"

"right."

Kiryu Yaya said, "Because the road with continuous center lines has the right-of-way by default. This rule is on page 39 of the textbook. The teacher actually mentioned it briefly earlier, but didn't elaborate."

Mizuna Yayoi opened the textbook, found page 39, and sure enough, she saw an explanation about punctuation and priority relationships.

She exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! You remember all that, senior! That's amazing!"

Kiryu Yaya chuckled softly: "This point of knowledge is indeed difficult; I only glanced at it a few times."

We arrived at the building entrance.

The drizzle continued.

A gust of wind blew by, and Yayoi Mina pulled her knitted cardigan's collar tighter.

Kiryu Yaya noticed her movement and glanced at her from the side.

"Is it a bit cold?"

"It's alright, it's just a bit windy."

Kiryu Yaya gave an "oh," gently took Yayoi Mizuna's hand, pulled her closer to him, and asked, "Is this better?"

Mizuna Yayoi glanced at him, then quickly lowered her head and softly hummed in agreement.

"Let's go."

Kiryu Yaya said, "I'll take you back."

The rain was still falling, and the fine raindrops swirled together in the light of the streetlights.

He opened the long-handled black umbrella and held it above their heads.

The umbrella wasn't large, and he tilted it towards her, quickly staining his left shoulder with a dark patch.

Mizuna Yayoi noticed it.

She raised her other hand, gently held the middle section of the umbrella handle, and pushed the umbrella towards him.

"The senior himself was getting soaked in the rain."

"I'm fine. You're wearing a knitted sweater, it's hard for it to dry if it gets wet."

"That one"

She paused, then lowered her voice further: "Then it would be better to get closer."

After she finished speaking, she moved half a step to his side, her shoulder gently touching his arm.

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