Reborn in the Tokyo Bubble Era

Fujiwara Sakura confirmed it immediately, hugged her and cried with a "wow".

Fujiwara Yuko also relaxed the emotions that had been suppressed for many years, sobbing loudly.

"This matter is well done." Ueda Masahiro looked at the scene and whispered to Tao Zhiming.

Tao Zhiming smiled slightly, and went over to remind: "Don't wait for a moment to meet relatives. Now that it's confirmed... Yuta, let the plane go to pick up the Fujiwara couple?"

"Huh?" Irie Yuta was a little confused, "Airplane?"

Nara Yuma thumped his shoulder excitedly: "Go! Chairman's gift!"

Although Irie Yuta was happy for him, he shook his head speechlessly and made arrangements.

It's not cheap to ask Tokyo to arrange a special plane to bring Sakura's parents over.

This kid Yuma is willing to work hard for him in the future.

"Ah, Mr. President, thank you so much... What the hell is it?" Fujiwara Sakura looked at Nara Yuma incoherently, "How did you find it? No, I should let my father know the good news now! Yes... Ueda My lord, the phone..."

Ueda Masahiro smiled and pointed to the phone beside him.

Fujiwara Yuko wiped her tears, knelt on the ground and bent over: "I am really grateful..."

"Let's report the good news first, don't worry. Sakura is my member, and Yuma is the first friend I met, as it should be." Tao Zhiming sat down leisurely and drank tea.

"Father...it's me, auntie found it! I found it!" Fujiwara Sakura picked up the phone and kept saying, "Really, she is by my side now. Also, the president has arranged for the plane, you all get ready, I'll be there soon Come to Kyoto..."

Nara Yuma was speechless: "Let my aunt talk to my father, why worry!"

"Yes, yes, yes... Auntie, come and talk to Dad..." Fujiwara Sakura panicked and handed her the receiver.

Yuko Fujiwara held the phone, biting her lip, and approached her ear tremblingly, only to hear a thick and anxious voice inside shouting: "Yuko? Is it Yuko? Is it really you? It's me, Zentaro, are you still talking?" Remember the past, Yuko?"

A series of questions made Fujiwara Yuko's tears fall down again, and he choked up and shouted: "Brother... is your body... all right?"

At this time, Ueda Shana was free to sit next to Tao Zhiming and asked, "What's going on?"

"It's a tortuous story...I'll tell you slowly tonight."

Ueda Shana was extremely curious: "It's not even noon yet!"

"He's on the phone, shhh—"

On the other hand, Fujiwara Sakura wiped her eyes and said, "Auntie, don't be in a hurry... The person arranged by the president must still contact Dad, don't miss the call..."

"...Yes, brother, then I'll wait for you and sister here. It's really rude, I'm... yes, yes, I know, I'm fine now..."

The smile on Fujiwara Sakura's face has never been broken. It seems that she just paid attention to her husband seriously at this time, and then her eyes widened: "Why is there blood? What the hell... Didn't you promise me not to fight anymore? ?”

Tao Zhiming found it interesting, yakuza seems to be a very ordinary family member.

"... Long-winded!" Nara Yuma said because he was in front of so many people, and on the other hand he was even more eloquent, "Do you think it's easy to save my aunt? The president asked me to do it!"

Fight according to order, what's the matter!

It was only then that Fujiwara Sakura realized that her focus was a bit crooked, and she said awkwardly: "You are not injured, are you? Rescue... What happened to my aunt?"

"How did you get hurt? It's very easy." Nara Yuma's face turned pale, and it took a while to react, looking at her with embarrassment and saying, "Actually... I found out about my aunt's whereabouts more than a year ago. only……"

"More than a year ago?" Fujiwara Sakura asked, "Then why..."

"Sakura..." Fujiwara Yuko calmed down and stopped her, "My situation is not easy to solve..."

Although it was only the first time we met, I could already feel that my brother's daughter was a bit impatient and stubborn.Probably because I am too excited now, and my mind is not clear.

"Yeah." Tao Zhiming said, "Sakura, you can't blame Yuma and me. The reason why you can bring your aunt back so easily today is because of more than a year's arrangement."

Fujiwara Sakura was stunned: "Master President, with your strength..."

She couldn't help looking at Fujiwara Yuko, her heart trembled: "Auntie, after all these years, you..."

Fujiwara Yuko is no longer the ignorant girl who came to Tokyo from the remote Hokkaido. She knelt down and bowed down to Tao Zhiming earnestly: "Master Tao, if you need anything, please ask."

In her opinion, Tao Zhiming spent so much effort to create today's situation where both Fukumoto and Watanabe are helpless, and Kijima Genichi must take the initiative to take the blame. It is definitely not just because of Sakura and Yuma. relation.

This should just be incidental.

Unexpectedly, Tao Zhiming waved his hand: "There is nothing to ask. I have already investigated everything you have experienced. The reason why I dragged you out until today is because I know that Mujima Genichi treats you well now." There is nothing wrong with continuing to stay like that for now. But today, making an excuse like this is more convenient to convey some kind of determination to some people. "

"Kijima-san..."

Hearing her concern for Mujima Genichi in her tone, Tao Zhiming smiled: "Don't worry, Mujima-san will be fine. He has long been my ally, but I didn't expect that I would start this step because of your identity plan."

"...Is that so?" Yuko Fujiwara was stunned for a moment. Could it be that Genichi Kijima had already joined him when he went to Tokyo before?

In that case, he could indeed take himself out at any time.

For more than a year, just to express my determination with myself today.

Fujiwara Yuko quickly suppressed this idea. For a person with such great energy, it must be the most necessary to choose to do it at this time, so there is no need to think too much.

Moreover, it is more likely that those people will not pay attention to the elder brother's family, which brings risks.

It is enough to see your loved ones again.

Nara Yuma, who had changed into clean clothes, entered the room, and Fujiwara Sakura went over to show her cuteness: "It turns out that the reason why you asked me to come to Kansai this time is because you have planned it a long time ago, and gave me a surprise?"

"...The cherry blossoms in Kansai are beautiful!" Nara Yuma said arrogantly, with a yakuza arrogant look on his face.

Fujiwara Yuko remembered how he beat Fukumoto before, and suddenly became a little worried about his niece's life: "Sakura, is Nara-kun really your...husband?"

"Yeah!" Fujiwara Sakura said with a smile, "Don't look at him now, it's very different at home."

"Hello!" Nara Yuma was a little embarrassed.

"Although I used to be a yakuza, but now I am also the director of the Kansai branch of a serious restaurant chain brand!" Fujiwara Sakura introduced, and then kissed him on the cheek quite cheerfully, "Thank you, dear!"

Nara Yuma is blushing, are you overjoyed?

So many people are watching!

Chapter 525: Bloody Cherry Blossoms, People Crushed by God's Fingers

In April, the neon cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

The streets where cherry blossom petals are sprinkled are sometimes not cleaned up immediately in order to create scenery and atmosphere.

On the street, there are a hundred people in a subordinate organization of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and there are more than twenty people on the opposite side.

"Guys from the Onimubu! What the hell does this mean? Is Team Leader Watanabe's promise invalid?"

Listening to the questioning from the opposite side, the boss known as Onimubu spat out a petal of cherry blossoms from the corner of his mouth viciously: "Since there is a promise, keep it! You bastards, you must pay the price for belittling us!"

"Boss... Really?"

"Shut up!" The boss of Onimubu turned his head and looked around at his subordinates, "Little ones! We don't understand the big picture! What kind of plan! But Shido, that guy is my brother! There's nothing we can do for him If so, are we still worthy of benevolence and righteousness!"

"Done!"

"Kill all these arrogant guys!"

"Revenge for the Matsuyama family!"

"Good job!" The boss of Onimubu turned his head with a smirk, and then a conical steel thorn appeared in his palm, and he tore off the loose and crooked robe with a roar, "Kill!"

All of a sudden, clothes flew all over the street.

A group of yakuza, each with their upper body bare, with different tattoos showing a strange and hideous aura under the illumination of street lamps.

This is Onibu's fighting style.

Facing the more than a hundred men rushing over there, the people from the Inagawa Society looked dignified.

But there is no going back.

Near the high-rise window of a building not far away, a man in police uniform put down his binoculars and asked the person next to him: "Boss, do you want to dispatch now?"

"Wait a little longer." The person with a higher police rank replied lightly, "Let these scumbags fight each other for a while, blood is the price they should have paid."

His tone was indifferent, as if he was unwilling to make all these arrangements.

There was indeed blood gushing out on the streets over there.

Without hot weapons, this is already their greatest restraint.But fists and knives can also be deadly.

The members of the Inagawa Society, facing an opponent several times stronger than themselves, gritted their teeth and blushed after finding out that no policeman rushed out to control the situation in time.

"Brothers, you have to rely on yourself!" The leader shouted after stabbing a man in the shoulder with all his strength and pushing him away, "Hold on!"

"Oh!"

At the critical moment of life and death, only oneself can be relied on.

Although there are many people in the Onimubu, they are trying to teach the people of the Inagawa Society a lesson, and the other party is desperate.

"Very good! Little ones, satisfy them!"

The petals of the cherry blossoms on the street were splashed with a drop of blood. Under the light, it slowly opened, dyeing the petals even more brilliant red.

In just a few minutes, the physical exertion is huge.

The little leader of the Inagawa Society squinted his eyes hard, wiped his forehead and bowed his body.

Although the legs were already a little sore, another opponent rushed over.

[The slag crawling at the bottom can only speak with his fists, and the GameOver is considered to be the beginning. He gambled his life desperately, trembling uncontrollably, and putting on airs to cover up his pain. 】

In a trance, he remembered a song that his father played to them in his mind.

It is said that along with the song "Red", President Tao created a song but did not publish it.

[The crazy Lao Tzu is even more awesome, like a ferocious black cat with sharp eyes, the instinct to bloom in the dark, that is Lao Tzu's natural wildness]

With a punch, the boss of Onimubu staggered back.

[Winning or losing is not my goal, what supports me is loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness. I came here to become rich and handsome and marry Bai Fumei. The tattoo on my back is my ambition, and the bruise on my face is my determination! 】

For some reason, after the boss of Onimubu received a heavy blow on the face, he glanced at the blood sprayed from his nose and mouth, and remembered another song that was quite insolent.

That was also the song that Tao Zhiming performed at that time: [I will no longer be confused, and I will no longer retreat, I swear to Hong! 】

That guy Watanabe, for the sake of status, has forgotten to protect his sons with all his strength, which is the justice he should bear!

"You bastard!" he roared, swinging the steel spike forward vigorously.

"Stop it all! Stop it!" The footsteps sounded like a torrential rain, and the police finally arrived late.

But on the ground, there were already several people lying motionless.

In Kobe in the distance, Watanabe and Akira Watanabe stood on the team leader floor of the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters, looking at the streets in the night.

From Kobe to Osaka, and then to Kyoto, conflicts erupted in countless places that night.

"Will the war start from the battle between you two, can it be controlled?" Akira Watanabe murmured.

"We have no choice, brother." Watanabe replied sternly, "Toya Sakamoto, disappeared. The loan from Fuji Bank was signed by you."

"Could it be Horikawa Nobuhiko who did it?" Akira Watanabe had resentment and fear in his eyes, "It must be."

Watanabe recalled the situation that day, recalling Nobuhiko Horikawa's anger in the face of Fukumoto's sudden injury and trying to suppress it, and shook his head: "Not necessarily. Although it may be related to him, he probably didn't expect it to be so."

"You pretended to be patient in the meeting in the group, and provoked those who still refused to accept you to launch a counterattack. Can you really control the subsequent development?"

Watanabe turned around and walked back to the desk, picked up the gun on it, and said coldly: "If Nobuhiko Horikawa doesn't want to die himself, then he must keep his promise! Brother, no matter what, the money from Fuji Bank, I I will use other funds for you to deal with the secret investigation team first. As for the Daiichi Kanye Bank...Itochu director signed the loan money, he will force Horikawa Nobuhiko to find a way to cover it up! Brother, first put All the pressure is directed to Toyo Credit Bank!"

……

It was night, and Kazuki Banzawa had led his people to Sanhe.

There are two major banks under Sanhe: Sanhe Bank and Toyo Credit Bank.

Kazuki Hansawa and a group of people from the Ministry of Finance came to the Toyo Credit Bank.According to his intuition, Sanwa Bank, as a huge city bank, may be in better condition than Toyo Credit Bank.

A mountain of materials was moved in this large conference room. Kazuki Banzawa turned his head to look, and saw the president, executives and ministers of Toyo Credit Bank outside, whispering to each other from time to time, with nervous and serious expressions.

Everyone knows there will be problems.

As long as they are operating, very few clubs have no problems.

Banzawa Kazuki couldn't help but think of what the people from the Ministry of Finance said, so he became even more puzzled.

Is the Onodera wealth run by Tao Dalang really that clean?Haven't found any problems at all?

At this moment, the subordinates said nervously: "Director Banze!"

"What?" He put aside these thoughts and asked solemnly.