In stark contrast to the headache-ridden Gan'an Shinomiya, Senzaemon Nakiri was excited—almost exhilarated. It could not be helped. He had just been lamenting that compared with the Doma Family, or even the Four Great Financial Conglomerates, the Nakiri Family had always fallen slightly short. If—if only the Nakiri Family were stronger, how would Azami Nakamura and the overseas conglomerate behind him have dared to tug at his tiger's whiskers?
Still, he could only grumble about it inwardly. Getting the Nakiri Family into the ranks of the Four Great Financial Conglomerates was simply too difficult—far too difficult. The Nakiri Family had risen through the culinary world and would also be limited by it. Though Senzaemon Nakiri was known as the Great Demon King of Food, at the end of the day, he was just a chef...
What? A chef who owned numerous properties such as Totsuki Resort and Totsuki Tea House could still be called a chef?
Put it this way: Senzaemon Nakiri's reputation only carried weight in the culinary world. The moment he tried to set aside food-related ventures and develop other businesses, such as electronics, he would be completely at a loss.
But the culinary world was ultimately too small. So although the Nakiri Family was known as the ruler of the culinary world, its development had already reached a bottleneck. On top of that, Senzaemon Nakiri himself was getting old. He could complain all he wanted, but he had no idea how to free the Nakiri Family from the culinary world and expand into other industries.
Yet just as he was at his wits' end, he received a call from his granddaughter saying that people from the Shinomiya Family had actually resorted to violence at Totsuki—and had even used guns. Wasn't the Shinomiya Family practically handing him leverage