Xiu Xin and the Yagyu family had quickly reached a deep cooperation during their initial contact, and both sides were very happy with the exchange.
Before leaving, Aoyama Xiu Xin handed a dinner invitation for the following evening at the Yanchuan family to Yagyu Yuichiro.
On the way ho, Jin Yucheng drove while he sat in the backseat, the window half open, the night breeze streaming in, brushing against his face, which sobered him up considerably. Watching the bustling crowd outside, his lips slightly curled up.
n and won, old and young.
They would all legally be his property!
As everyone knows, in order to protect one’s assets, strong military force is required. Thus, not only the Mariti Self-Defense Force but also departnts like the police, Ground Self-Defense Force, and Air Self-Defense Force needed to be swayed.
And he needed to start placing his pieces now while he was still young and in a relatively low position. Otherwise, by the ti he reached a higher position, every move he made would be scrutinized, making it too late to act.
During the upcoming period known by the Japanese as the "Lost Decade," it would be the perfect ti for him to carry out these activities, his ambition surging.
Few people were as career-driven as him.
Heisei’s abandoned house was fortunate to have him.
Although the threat letter left no signature, Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t have to think about it; he could guess it was probably Han Suwen or her son Jin Hongwu, since Jin Hongyi’s smuggling ring was completely taken down.
So, he didn’t go ho but directly arranged to et Tangong Huizi at her Heaven Club.
As soon as he entered the club, a blast of hot air hit him.
The place was noisy, and the lights and wine were bright and inviting.
"Oh, Police Chief Aoyama? It’s rare to see you here, co, have a drink with us."
"I’m eting soone, you guys enjoy."
Those who recognized Aoyama Xiu Xin greeted him, and he made his way to the reserved private room.
Tangong Huizi was already waiting inside.
"It’s hard to get you to ask out, what’s the matter?" Tangong Huizi dangled her legs and swirled the drink in her hand, sipping from her red lips.
Aoyama Xiu Xin sat beside her, leaning back on the sofa and gesturing towards the cigarette box on the table.
Tangong Huizi set down her drink, pulled out a cigarette, placed it in his mouth, and lit it for him.
He took a deep drag and slowly exhaled the smoke, "You’ve got trouble."
Her face stiffened instantly.
Aoyama Xiu Xin turned to look at her, grabbing her chin, "There’s a detail in Jin Hongyi’s smuggling case I hadn’t told you about. The man providing mariti shelter ntioned in the news cooperating with the Police Headquarters to arrest him is Yagyu Tomon, the second son of Yagyu Yuichiro, Staff Director of the Mariti Self-Defense Force’s General Affairs Departnt."
"I just left from dining at Yagyu Yuichiro’s house; he received a threat letter and evidence of Yagyu Tomon’s involvent in smuggling, demanding that he bail Jin Hongyi out. Imagine, if he knew Jin Hongyi was your Civilian Corps’ man... huh."
Tangong Huizi’s face looked awful as she broke free from Aoyama Xiu Xin’s grasp, "Han Suwen, that madwoman!"
No wonder she hadn’t been attending the Civilian Corps’ internal etings lately. Tangong had thought she was disheartened by her son’s situation, but it turns out she had lost her mind.
To think she dared to threaten a Navy Major-General.
As a board mber of the Korean Civil Group, her actions sowhat represented the group, and afterwards Yagyu Yuichiro would likely take his anger out on the entire Korean Civil Group.
"Luckily Yagyu Yuichiro chose to help sort this out. Had it been soone else, the outco might have been less certain," Aoyama Xiu Xin flicked ash from his cigarette.
Tangong Huizi imdiately responded, "Han Suwen now thinks it was Yagyu Tomon trying to win his stripes by betraying Jin Hongyi, and she has dropped the suspicion that he was sold out by our inner circle, which lowers her guard against . I can help you kill both her and Jin Hongwu, eliminating future threats."
Originally, since Han Suwen had rendered services to the Civil Group and, recognizably disheartened, she showed no aspirations for power, Tangong would have let her live out her remaining years in peace.
But now she had no choice but to strike hard.
"That’s not enough. The key is to get hold of the criminal evidence Han Suwen holds against Yagyu Tomon," Aoyama Xiu Xin emphasized seriously, otherwise those materials might resurface before Yagyu Yuichiro, forcing him to suspect Aoyama was behind the scenes.
Tangong Huizi nodded, "Okay!"
"I’ll arrange soone to help you," Aoyama Xiu Xin took a drag of his cigarette, looking at her casually.
Tangong Huizi grinned, exposing his true concerns, "So you don’t trust ?"
Still, it ant soone would be watching her the entire ti.
"It’s precisely because I want to trust you that I do this," Aoyama Xiu Xin touched her face and smiled.
He didn’t want any future problems, nor did he wish to beco more guarded against Tangong Huizi because of this matter.
Tangong Huizi rolled her eyes, "Fine, let them watch. Whatever makes you happy."
"I’m off," Aoyama Xiu Xin put out his cigarette and stood up.
Tangong Huizi leaned back, lifting her legs to wrap them around his waist, "So you’re just leaving like this?"
Aoyama Xiu Xin pried off her clinging legs.
He turned back and said earnestly, "I hope our relationship isn’t maintained just through these ans but that we develop a genuine friendship. In life, everyone should have so real friends."
Tangong Huizi was montarily touched, her legs gradually lowered to the ground as she straightened up waveringly.
"I’m off," Aoyama Xiu Xin turned and left.
It was all Asai Ayumi’s fault, draining him during the day.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have needed to say all that bullshit.
While he had left, Jin Yucheng stayed, stepping in and bowing rigidly to Tangong Huizi, "President Tangong, my na is Jin Yucheng. The Senior has instructed to follow you for the next few days."
"Korean?" Tangong Huizi’s eyes lit up as she spoke in Korean, adding, "I am also Korean."
Having spotted a fellow countryman, and since this person was a confidant of Aoyama Xiu Xin, she decided it was crucial to curry favor.
Jin Yucheng slowly raised his head, his expression blank, and coldly uttered a word, "North Country person."
Tangong Huizi’s expression imdiately stiffened.
Aoyama Xiu Xin really should die, appointing a North Country person to monitor her, a Korean; it was absolutely exasperating.
"Err... North and South, we are all one family..."
"President Tangong, I am not one family with your South counterfeit." Jin Yucheng cut her off.
Tangong Huizi was furious, thinking, ’You’re already out here working for the Japanese, yet still acting righteous? I don’t believe you are that principled.’
"What kind of woman does Mr. Jin like? I have all types here," Tangong Huizi said with a slight smile.
Jin Yucheng lifted his eyelids, speaking in a cold, detached tone, "I am disabled."
Tangong Huizi: "..."
Where on earth did Aoyama Xiu Xin find this guy?
.........
Another day broke with the sun rising as usual.
Masheng Jiubao, aged 35, currently a manager at the Environnt Developnt Hall and a mber of the Takeda Fuji interest group, had previously associated with Yokoyama Ryohi but had now shifted allegiance to the Yanchuan family with the majority.
Having successfully dodged this crisis, he was in a good mood these past few days. In the morning, he personally cooked breakfast while humming a tune.
When his wife and daughter got up, breakfast was ready, and the family enjoyed the al together in harmony.
After breakfast, he prepared to leave for work.
"Thanks for your hard work, please be safe."
His wife, holding their daughter, bowed at the doorway to see him off.
"Hi!" Masheng Jiubao returned the greeting, kissed his daughter on the cheek, then opened the door and walked out.
"Ring, ring! Ring, ring!"
He had barely taken a few steps when the cell phone in his briefcase started ringing; he quickly took it out and answered.
"Mosi mosi, this is Masheng Jiubao."
"Manager Masheng, good morning, I have sothing here you might be interested in, I hope you can listen patiently," a deep voice ca from the other side.
Masheng Jiubao frowned, "Are you playing a prank on ? I don’t have ti for this."
"The date May 12, 1985, location Tokyo Ginza Morita Restaurant room number 5, character Environnt Developnt Hall xx chief Masheng Jiubao, the amount two hundred thousand U.S. dollars, reason for the paynt..."
"Enough! Stop!" Masheng Jiubao, sweating profusely, interrupted him; that was the first ti he had accepted a bribe from Takeda Fuji, a mont he could never forget.
Why did the other party know so clearly?
He felt a chill down his spine, his body dripping with cold sweat.
"The date December 7, 1987..."
"Enough! Stop talking! Stop! Who exactly are you, what do you want? You want money, right? How much? Just na your price! But return the stuff to !" Masheng Jiubao desperately pleaded.
Upon seeing this, his wife inside frowned and ca out to ask with concern, "Husband, what’s wrong?"
"It’s work-related." Masheng Jiubao instinctively moved away from his wife. Growing impatient with the silence on the other end, he urged, "Speak up! Hurry up and talk!"
"Ten million, U.S. dollars."
The person on the other end slowly stated a figure.
"That’s too much..." Masheng Jiubao said.
"Beep~Beep~Beep~"
The call was abruptly disconnected on the other end.
Listening to the busy tone in the receiver, Masheng Jiubao panicked, then quickly redialed and said, "Fine! Ten million, I need so ti."
"Three days, I won’t wait a minute longer; I’ll call you at this ti in three days, have a pleasant day."
The person hung up the phone once again.
Masheng Jiubao stood there dazed, wondering why the caller had specific information about his bribes.
His first suspicion was the Yanchuan family, as it was well known that the dark accounts of Takeda Fuji were with them.
But he soon dismissed the thought.
The Yanchuan family didn’t lack money, and they didn’t need to resort to such covert extortion for a small fry like him.
"Idiot! Who on earth is it! Who?!"
Masheng Jiubao muttered through gritted teeth.
Of course, it was Big Black Moles and Little Braid; they had found a new base and were back at work.
After all, as the old saying goes: Hard work breeds wealth.
They truly believed in this simple principle.
For they had indeed gotten rich several tis through their industrious robberies and extortions, only to lose it all again.
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