Jiro Takeno nearly choked.

What a claim…

Even though the Mitsubishi Corporation is now technically the Mitsubishi Group, and even if Mr Iwasaki Senior has already retired, there really still not much that Mitsubishi won’t be able to resolve in Nippon…

But he didn’t verbalize his thoughts. Instead, he bowed respectfully and took down Qin Ye’s number, “Then, we’ll take our leave if you require nothing more of us. Ah, that’s right, sir, all expenses, including the rental of the warehouse and labour costs have been paid for in full. Mr Iwasaki has personally absorbed these costs.”

How sensible… Qin Ye sighed in exclamation. This was a favour that had gone above and beyond all possible expectations.

“Let me ask you something.” Qin Ye couldn’t help but cough lightly, “About… um… Mr Iwasaki… How’s his health right now?”

Jiro Takeno was slightly taken aback.

Qin Ye put his fist to his mouth and continued coughing dryly as he continued to drop hints as to the nature of his question, “That is to say… is he suffering from any chronic or incurable diseases such as cancer, AIDS, leukemia…? Particularly those that are terminal…”

Jiro Takeno’s lips trembled slightly, “N-no… Master’s body is as tough as nails right now. He can probably live for a couple more decades with no issues whatsoever…”

Qin Ye waved his hands at Jiro Takeno with great regret, “Understood. You may leave.”

With that, Qin Ye watched in dismay as Jiro Takeno gathered his men and left the premises of the warehouse.

Ah… Silly humans. Do you know what kind of goodwill you’re missing out on from this future King Yanluo? What’s there to be afraid...