Richard looked at Yamashina Makoto and raised an eyebrow slightly.
The decisiveness and cooperation with which this Bandai president had sold out his teammates far exceeded Richard's expectations.
"Very good. Sega's Executive Director Nakayama requires the post-merger balance sheet to be absolutely clean. All doubtful debts, bad debts, and funds of unknown destination must be stripped away. Sega will not pay for your stupidity." Richard snapped the folder shut.
"Mr. Richard, when can Bandai's valuation officially begin?" Yamashina Makoto licked his dry lips and asked the only question he cared about now.
"Once this round of detailed auditing and sorting is complete, McKinsey's team will immediately enter to conduct an asset valuation." Richard picked up the folder and gave him a deep look. "However, judging by the riddled-with-holes problems uncovered so far, Bandai's actual value will likely be greatly discounted from what you previously expected."
Yamashina Makoto's eyelid twitched violently. His heart bled, but he still nodded hard.
"I understand. We'll handle it according to the rules."
Richard turned and walked to the door. Just as his hand closed around the handle, he suddenly stopped.
"Mr. Yamashina. Executive Director Nakayama asked me to pass along a message."
As if struck by electricity, Yamashina Makoto immediately straightened up and held his breath.
Richard turned back and relayed the young superior's words. "The Executive Director said that your clean-up work lately—
"—has been very good. Sega likes a clean house."
Richard pulled open the door and strode out.
Yamashina Makoto stood frozen for a full half-minute before his tense shoulders abruptly collapsed. He let out a long, murky breath carrying the relief of a survivor after disaster.
It was settled.
As long as Nakayama Takuya approved of his attitude, Yamashina Makoto's escape route was completely secured.
As for how much Bandai would