Until he flipped to the final resume for the position of legal counsel.
The woman in the photo wore her brown hair in a meticulous bun and sported a pair of sharp, gold-rimmed glasses, her gaze so piercing it felt as though she could see right through the paper and into one’s soul.
Name: Eri Kisaki.
Profession: Lawyer.
Affiliation: Kisaki Law Office.
Win Rate: 100% (currently).
Shinji’s fingers froze abruptly.
He blinked, wondering if his memory was confused due to the transmigration, or if he was simply hallucinating from a lack of sleep last night.
“Eri Kisaki?
That queen of the legal world from ‘Detective Conan’?
Kogoro Mouri’s estranged wife?”
“Hey, Sirius.”
Shinji pointed at the resume, his tone becoming somewhat odd.
“Has this person’s background been verified?”
“It has been verified.”
Sirius adjusted her glasses and glanced at her boss, puzzled.
“Attorney Kisaki is extremely famous in the Tokyo legal circles and is known as the Queen of the Courtroom.
Although her fees are exorbitant and her personality is quite strong, her professional ability is impeccable.
Why, is there a problem?”
“No, no problem at all.”
Shinji gave a dry laugh, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
This world is truly full of surprises.
I originally thought it was just the world of Fate; I didn’t expect the world of that “Grim Reaper elementary schooler” to have merged in as well.
But come to think of it, a place like Fuyuki City where gas explosions and city-wide blackouts happen at the drop of a hat—a few deaths there seem to fit the style of Beika Town quite well.
Since Eri Kisaki is here, does that mean there is also some Black Organization in this world?
Or perhaps some high school detective known as the Silver Bullet?
“Interesting…”
Shinji rubbed his chin.
If he could bring this queen into the company, New World Holdings would essentially be untouchable on the legal front.
Whether it’s patent disputes or contract traps, no one would likely be able to outplay her.
“She’s the one.”
Shinji slammed the resume onto the table.
“No matter what her asking price is, I want her to be the Chief Legal Counsel for New World Holdings.
If she doesn’t want to work full-time, then sign a long-term external contract.”
“Attorney Kisaki’s fees are calculated by the hour, and they are quite expensive.”
Sirius reminded him.
“Money is indeed the biggest problem.”
Shinji waved his hand.
“Let’s go with the long-term external contract then.”
“Understood.”
Although Sirius felt that her boss had overreacted upon seeing that name, as a perfect executor, she didn’t ask any further questions and quickly noted down the instruction in her notebook.
“Go ahead and arrange interviews for the rest of the candidates.”
Shinji pushed the pile of documents aside and slumped back into his chair, as if he had completed a massive project.
“I won’t make an appearance.
Right now, I look like a loser who just got beaten up, not exactly suitable for establishing authority.”
He pointed to the bruises on his face that hadn’t completely faded and the bandages wrapped around his chest.
“You represent me with full authority.
Remember, I want absolute obedience.
Tell them that the boss is an eccentric, highly controlling, but extremely wealthy hidden tycoon.
Anyone who dares to pry or ask too many questions gets fired immediately.”
“Yes, boss.”
Over the next week, a rumor of moderate significance began circulating in Tokyo’s financial circles.
A mysterious company called New World Holdings had moved into Roppongi Hills Mori Tower with an almost overbearing attitude.
They had no ribbon-cutting ceremony, no press conference, and even the company logo was just a simple black-and-white geometric shape that had been hung up overnight.
Yet their spending was jaw-droppingly lavish.
Although the newly hired employees were full of doubts about this company, once they saw the salary figures on their employment contracts—20% higher than the industry average—all their doubts transformed into motivation to work.
However, they had never met the real boss.
The one giving orders was always that woman named Sirius.
She was always dressed in a well-tailored dark suit, with a cold expression and concise speech.
She was like a precision curtain, blocking all prying eyes from the core decision-making layer.
Inside the office on the 35th floor, the atmosphere was tense and busy.
“Sato, has the funding arrived?”
Sirius stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with her back to the employee area, holding an encrypted phone, seemingly listening to instructions from the other end.
The Sato who was called was the former analyst from Nomura Securities.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, staring at the heart-stopping numbers on the screen.
“It, it has arrived!
The credit line of 140 million USD has been fully activated.”
Sato swallowed hard.
He had originally thought this was just a shell company acting on a whim; he hadn’t expected such a level of capital flow right from the start.
Moreover, the operating instructions were very strange.
There was no technical analysis, no fundamental research, only a simple and crude instruction: “Buy.”
“Follow the boss’s instructions and begin operations.”
Sirius turned around, her gaze sweeping over the traders present.
“First target: NASDAQ, NVIDIA, ticker NVDA.”
“All-in buy?”
Sato asked with trembling hands.
“60 million USD.”
Sirius’s voice didn’t have a trace of fluctuation.
“Build the position in batches; do not trigger any regulatory circuit breaker alarms, but ensure it is all bought up before the market closes.”
A collective gasp echoed through the office.
NVIDIA was currently in a slump; the thermal issues and performance controversy of the GeForce FX series had caused the stock price to languish, not even reaching 1 USD.
Dumping 60 million USD in at a time like this?
Was this madness?
“What are you still standing there for?”
Sirius glanced at them coldly.
“The boss said that if you haven’t spent this money before the market closes, you don’t need to come in tomorrow.”
“Yes!
Executing immediately!”
The sound of keyboard typing instantly became intense.
Meanwhile, in a suite at the Park Hyatt Hotel a few kilometers away, Shinji was sitting in front of a newly purchased top-tier configured computer, watching the real-time K-line charts flickering on the screen.
“Yes, that’s it…”
He hadn’t only bought NVIDIA; he had also dispersed funds through offshore accounts to quietly acquire shares of Apple and Google.
Meanwhile, in Hong Kong, the acquisition of Tencent was proceeding simultaneously.
This feeling was more fascinating than any magic.
Magus pursue the Root, the ethereal miracles.
But he was weaving a web covering the future with money, and he would hold the true lifeline of this world.
“How is it going with Attorney Kisaki?”
Shinji pressed the call button, connecting directly to the office.
Sirius’s voice came through the headset: “Attorney Kisaki has reviewed all the nominee shareholding agreements and offshore structure contracts.
She pointed out three potential legal loopholes and suggested we modify the VIE structure terms regarding Tencent.
She said…”
Sirius paused, her tone seemingly carrying a hint of subtle emotion.