Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 763 - 465: Risk Sharing

Recruitnt is just a move to pass the ti. If soone helps, that’s great, he can be a hands-off boss; if no one helps, it’s fine, he can handle it himself.

Fushimi Roku took Goto Shunsuke back to the company, struggled to make a PowerPoint presentation with an old Word docunt, printed it out, intending to use it as a way to sugarcoat things.

In his opinion, the true purpose of PowerPoint is precisely to sugarcoat things.

Either the employees are sugarcoating things for the boss, or the boss is doing it for the employees, or the subcontractors for the contractors... Anyone who believes it is a fool.

These days, this thing isn’t really trendy, and most companies probably haven’t even seen it, so it’s perfect for bluffing.

Many smart people take a business plan and sway angel investors everywhere, eventually succeeding in entrepreneurship and becoming wealthy, which shows the importance of sugarcoating.

Goto Shunsuke secretly peeked from the side, and when Fushimi Roku finished printing, he couldn’t help but flip through a couple of pages and whispered:

"Is this... feasible?"

Fushimi Roku turned his head and gave him a sidelong glance: "It’s not like you’re spending your money, so does it really matter if it works?"

Goto Shunsuke scratched his head. That made sense, since it wasn’t his money, he didn’t mind how it was squandered, though it did seem a bit bad for karma...

Then he realized a minor issue: "So, who are we going to find to invest?"

Fushimi Roku didn’t answer, took Goto Shunsuke out, under the pretense of running business, leaving Kazama Tatsuya to watch over the company.

Goto Shunsuke soon realized whose money Fushimi Roku intended to extort.

They took the elevator to the Inakawa Association’s office in Ikebukuro. As the elevator doors opened, they saw a row of gangsters sitting in the hallway, smoking and playing cards, guarding the entire floor.

Goto Shunsuke held his briefcase, silent as a grave, feeling half dead inside.

Fushimi Roku led the way through the middle, occasionally kicking a gangster’s foot impatiently to make them move their tables aside, as the hallway was too cramped for people to walk through.

Goto Shunsuke trembled with fear, taking deep breaths, ntally preparing himself, and hurriedly following Fushimi Roku, whispering: "You’re not thinking of cheating the mafia out of their money, are you? It’s not just about going to jail! If it loses money, they might take your organs as repaynt!"

Fushimi Roku replied as usual: "I’m a police officer, so it’s not like they’re taking my organs, does it really matter if it loses money?"

He had a bit of a wicked sense of humor, enjoying teasing people like Goto Shunsuke.

Goto Shunsuke was montarily stunned, but quickly realized — oh right, the boss is a criminal police officer! Even if it loses money, the mafia wouldn’t dare do anything to him, right?

What about ?

As a powerless and unimportant accountant, wouldn’t the mob vent their anger on ?

Speaking of which, what did the boss an by that? What’s the deal with "it’s not like they’re taking my organs"? Could it be that if it loses money, he’ll use my organs to pay it back...

The more Goto Shunsuke thought about it, the more terrified he beca, his face turning pale, his legs shaking as he walked.

Fushimi Roku, as if nothing were amiss, entered the Inakawa office.

Since the last ti Kazama Chihi made a fuss, the office had been renovated, with anti-theft nets installed on all windows, looking airtight and oppressively gloomy.

Sazaki Gen had received a call from Fushimi Roku in advance, canceled an unimportant eting, and waited in the office. His eyes were better, but his legs were still inconvenient, so he sat on the sofa to rest.

As soon as Goto Shunsuke entered, he saw a big shot sitting on the sofa, who remained seated when they ca in, exuding a powerful presence, which made Goto Shunsuke even more fearful.

Fushimi Roku acted like he was at ho, showing no courtesy to Sazaki Gen, casually finding a place to sit, and said:

"Thanks for taking care of these days. Getting paid without doing any work makes feel quite guilty."

Sazaki Gen couldn’t smoke or drink anymore, so he could only serve tea to guests. But he himself actually didn’t like tea, drinking it only for the sake of decorum. Now that Fushimi Roku wasn’t an outsider anymore, he wasn’t so picky, so he took three bottles of yogurt from a small fridge nearby.

He handed one to Fushimi Roku and casually asked: "So, are you planning to start working now? That’s great, I’ve got a lot of legal troubles here, a brother got jailed recently, can you help with that..."

Fushimi Roku casually took the yogurt, twisted off the cap, took a sip, and found the taste pretty good, rich and full, with a tart sweetness—not the cheap stuff from stores, which was just a regular beverage, not really dairy. The one Sazaki Gen gave him was truly fernted, with a distinct flavor.

He licked the yogurt on his upper lip and said: "Let’s skip the odd jobs. I ca to you with a big task, sothing more useful than handling a hundred legal cases."

Sazaki Gen didn’t believe him, thinking Fushimi Roku was up to sothing. He handed the other drink to Goto Shunsuke, asking: "And who are you?"

Goto Shunsuke respectfully took it with both hands. Still not daring to sit down, he cautiously stood by the side: "Hello, I’m the new accountant, pleased to et you..."

Sazaki Gen was taken aback, looking at Fushimi Roku: "How much have you been making? Hiring an accountant?"

Fushimi Roku gave a mysterious smile, pulled the business plan out of Goto Shunsuke’s briefcase, and handed it to Sazaki Gen. As the latter drank yogurt and leafed through it, his expression changed.

"I can’t quite... understand it," Sazaki Gen admitted truthfully.

Fushimi Roku intended for him to not understand, so it would appear very professional and sophisticated, much like the jargon in the future internet, essentially ant to bamboozle outsiders.