President Oda laughed delightedly. At last, there was someone among this group who knew how to talk. With a grand wave of his hand, he said, "'So much money'? What does that count for? It's just a little pocket money for me."
Under the young man's admiring gaze, he casually put away his wallet and took out the cigar from earlier.
Just as he lit it, the private room's door was pushed open again. A tall, burly bald man stormed in.
"You still have the leisure to sit here and enjoy a meal?" The monk who had barged in looked down at President Oda, his eyes full of hatred and disdain. "You certainly know how to enjoy yourself."
When President Oda saw him, a mocking smile appeared on his face. "Oh, my, oh, my, isn't this the successor to the abbot of Genkai Temple? Master Harumi, have you finished all your work at the temple? Oh, I forgot. You don't have any tourists at all now, so you must be very free. Hahahaha!"
Monk Harumi's sarcastic act was not quite polished enough, and he immediately lost his composure.
Pointing angrily at President Oda, he said, "My father only signed that contract because he didn't understand this industry and was deceived by you. Don't think you'll get away with such conduct! I returned to the temple precisely to deal with this matter. Just wait—sooner or later, I'll bring you to justice!"
President Oda was especially pleased whenever this matter came up. He loved getting things for free, as though he had picked up money.
So even with the temple's heir pointing at his nose and cursing him, he remained in a good mood. He leisurely explained, "Deceived? Don't go slandering me. I only signed after discussing it thoroughly with your father—"