Rebirth: My 80s

The night is getting darker.

The streets of Ginza are still bustling with flashing neon lights and crowds of people.

Everyone else went back to their rooms to rest, only Li Jiankun and Wu Yingxiong stayed in the living room, sitting on the floor in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, neither of them feeling sleepy for a while.

There were several bottles of Asahi beer on the wooden floor.

The former was thinking about how to take over Seibu Real Estate, or the 43.5% stake held by Yoshiaki Tsutsumi, which made him think of many things.

The latter sighed and was once again frightened by the recent "spending money like water".

In fact, this happens every night now.

I didn't feel anything during the day. I was like a gambler with red eyes at the gambling table, with no concept of money.

Only afterwards, when I calmed down and thought about it, did I realize my heart was pounding like a drum.

Wu Yingxiong couldn't even remember how much money he and his wife had "spent" since coming to Japan.

You have to know that they are people who are extremely sensitive to numbers and money, firstly because they have studied finance, and secondly because they have experienced the poorest days.

However, I can’t remember clearly, there are too many…

So many that he suspected they were just waste paper, numbers typed randomly on the computer, and ghost money...

Today alone, the amount of money that has been converted into securities in the Japanese financial market through their hands has reached 100 billion yen.

About 400 million US dollars!

Wu Yingxiong knew that Brother Kun was rich, but he never expected that he would be so rich...

Didn't Brother Kun and Yoshiaki Tsutsumi have a fight? He was very worried at first, but now it seems that it's unclear who should be afraid of whom...

Gulu!

Wu Yingxiong took a sip of beer, calmed down, and moved his hips, using his not-so-strong body to try to cover Li Jiankun's figure again.

I told him not to sit by the window, but he didn't listen.

Li Jiankun was interrupted from his thoughts. He looked sideways at him, a warm feeling surged through his heart. He laughed and scolded, "You've watched too many movies. This is the 19th floor. The nearest building that can hold a sniper rifle and aim it at me is at least half a kilometer away."

Wu Yingxiong said, "Isn't there?"

"Then we need the sniper god to take action."

Li Jiankun smiled and shook his head: "Even if he was forced into a desperate situation, Tsutsumi Yoshiaki would not attack me. Killing me would only harm him."

He paused, looking down at the night scene of Ginza through the French window, and said quietly:

"If Yoshiaki Tsutsumi really takes this step, it is Nakamura who needs to be on the lookout for."

Wu Yingxiong had a good impression of Tsuruta Nakamura. Firstly, he was always polite to him, and secondly, he was working for Brother Kun, so he should love his dog as well.

He opened his eyes wide: "Then..."

"I'm afraid Yoshiaki Tsutsumi won't take this step."

Li Jiankun interrupted him, with a hint of pity in his voice: "If Yoshiaki Tsutsumi sent out an assassin, this guy wouldn't be as lucky as the guy who disguised himself as a telecom worker last time."

Murder and murder.

There's nothing to talk about.

Li Jiankun will not show up again.

The Yamaguchi-gumi people will give him the answers he wants.

As for what means were used, he didn't want to know and didn't care.

Yamamoto Hiroshi didn't dare to let him down.

Yes, the Yamaguchi-gumi has dispatched its most elite forces, including but not limited to several notorious killers, to defeat magic with magic, and has set up a dragnet in secret and around Tsuruta Nakamura.

The order naturally came from Li Jiankun.

It must be admitted that Tsuruta Nakamura is very important to him.

Since he imagined that Yoshiaki Tsutsumi might attack Tsuruta Nakamura, how could he not take precautions?

This was a carefully planned arrangement, made without the knowledge that Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's influence in the Japanese underworld was far stronger than in the white world.

As long as Yoshiaki Tsutsumi takes this step.

Even if the one sent is the king of killers.

Theoretically speaking, there is no possibility of getting away with it unscathed.

It's like a big open net, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

Frankly speaking, Li Jiankun hopes that Yoshiaki Tsutsumi will do this.

Because he is very worried now and has no good idea on how to get the 43.5% shares held by Yoshiaki Tsutsumi.

This is an opportunity.

……

……

Swish!

A basin of cold water was poured on Heishi, who was tied to the wall pillar with his skin torn and flesh exposed, and he suddenly shuddered and woke up from his coma.

"To kill or to chop up——"

Heishi's words paused as he slowly opened his eyes.

There were a few new faces in front of him. They were not any of the people who made dumplings out of him or tortured him. The leader was dressed in a well-tailored suit and wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses.

Heishi's eyes widened.

He finally knew why he failed.

A bitter look appeared on his face. If it was this organization, with such careful planning, it would not be unfair for him to fall.

Kuroishi recognized the man leading the group. He was a household name in Japan - Yamamoto Hiroshi.

The fifth generation leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi who has just taken office.

Heishi couldn't help but secretly curse himself for being so confused. He was getting so confused!

In fact, he had already noticed that there was something wrong with the security forces around Tsuruta Nakamura. He knew that they were not from ordinary security companies. He had imagined many possibilities, such as mercenaries or internationally renowned security companies.

But I didn't think of it as a violent group.

The reason is: normal gang members are not as good as those in ordinary security companies.

However, as the heir of an ancient family, Heishi knew very well that there was a violent group in Japan whose elite force could not be ignored by anyone.

That is the Yamaguchi-gumi, which has been passed down for nearly a hundred years.

However, no information about Tsuruta Nakamura shows that he is qualified to be protected by the Yamaguchi-gumi's elite forces, nor is there even a hint of information indicating that he has any connection with the Yamaguchi-gumi.

Regardless of whether they are mercenaries or internationally renowned security companies, their power in Japan is nothing compared to the Yamaguchi-gumi.

He faced off against the dark forces that the entire Nippon Benz organization could not afford to offend.

The bitterness at Heishi's mouth became even stronger.

He fell.

As a professional killer, he knew what this meant and he was ready.

It’s just... I feel a little reluctant.

After examining Kuroishi from head to toe, Yamamoto Hiroshi sarcastically said, "It's not without reason that the Iga-ryu is on its last legs. It's really going backwards."

If he said anything else, Blackstone would not respond, but this was a matter of family honor:

“If we go back a few decades, even your first generation leader, Harukichi Yamaguchi, would not dare to say such a thing.

"The end of ninja is the general trend in the era of peace."

Yamamoto Hiroya did not refute him: "Recruit or not?"

Heishi seemed to be asleep, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Since you know my identity, don't you understand our rules? Why bother with this? Either give me a quick death, or... you can torture me however you want. If you frown, I will not be called Iga Ninja."

Of course, Yamamoto Hiroshi understood the old-fashioned rules of this group of people. Without some preparation and confidence, he would not come here in person.

He raised his hand and took a small stack of photos from one of his men behind him.

With the light from the dim old light bulb above his head, he took the pictures in his hand and showed them to Black Stone one by one, and said wickedly:

"Although your group is hiding deep enough, there is no information that the Yamaguchi-gumi cannot obtain along this path.

"Tsk tsk, life is pretty comfortable. On the surface, men farm and women weave, a pastoral life... Believe it or not, I really yearn for that kind of life."

Yamamoto Hiroshi's hand paused.

The photos presented to Black Stone paused on one of them.

The evil look on Yamamoto Hiroshi's face became even stronger: "What a cute little girl. She has just learned to walk, right? Can she talk--"

"what!"

Heishi suddenly roared and rushed forward with all his strength.

However, the hemp rope that tied him was actually used to tow the car.

"Humph!"

Yamamoto Hiroshi restrained his smile and said coldly: "Don't hold on to those bullshit rules. Be realistic. Iga-ryu no longer exists, and this era does not need ninjas.

“I’m giving you a choice now:

“Expose the mastermind behind this.

"Or, your comfortable pastoral life will be shattered. Tonight, your family will be wiped out, and everyone, including this little girl, will not have a good ending."

Heishi's body was shaking slightly.

The scarlet eyes stared at Yamamoto Hiroshi.

The steel teeth made a clicking sound when they bit.

Yamamoto Hiroshi didn't care at all. In ancient times, anyone facing such an expression from a senior ninja would be timid, and no one would easily provoke a ninja family.

But times have changed.

In the age of hot weapons, even the legendary ninja is nothing but a joke.

He didn't want to waste any more words. He raised one hand and waved it behind him: "Do it."

A man took the order, bowed and took his leave, and walked quickly towards the door that seemed dark due to lack of light, as if it led to a devil's cave.

Sweat appeared on Heishi's forehead. His eyes moved to this person, and his body shaking became more and more obvious.

When the man was about to cross the threshold, he suddenly shouted: "Wait!"

The corners of Yamamoto Hiroshi's mouth curled up, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought that Mr. Li should be very satisfied this time.

When he took office as the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, he made several promises. Everything else was easy to do, but how to make the members' lives better and get more money... was a big problem and not really his forte.

However, one batch of payments must be made by the end of the year at the latest.

Otherwise, water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it.

He knew that Mr. Li could easily solve this problem for him.

Of course, the prerequisite is that he must demonstrate the corresponding value.

No one will invest in a useless person.

……

……

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi sat at his desk with a tired look on his face. The incident of the dirty tape falling into the hands of the police had caused more and more noise, and he had to devote some of his energy to deal with it.

But compared to physical fatigue, he was more tired mentally.

It’s time for news, he thought.

My father once said that Blackstone never breaks its promise.

Is it...

The more Yoshiaki Tsutsumi thought about it, the more his brows furrowed.

My father also said that at least when people did things for him, Black Stone had never failed.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi could have waited a little longer, but at some point, he became restless. After thinking about it, he picked up the phone on the desk and dialed the number of Arisui House Co., Ltd.

After a few beeps, the call was connected.

A clear and pleasant female voice came from the other end: "Hello, I'm from Arifuge Co., Ltd., what can I do for you?"

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's heart skipped a beat; this was not the tone one would use when talking about a dead boss.

"Excuse me--" he said, "Is your boss Tsuruta Nakamura here?"

"You, are looking for our boss. Do you have an appointment?"

"I was just trying to make an appointment."

"Okay, please let us know your identity. We will report this to the higher-ups at the front desk and give you feedback as soon as we have any notification."

"no need."

Front desk lady: “?”

Snapped!

After hanging up the phone, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi clenched his fists.

Tsuruta Nakamura is not dead!

This morning was the deadline he and Blackstone had agreed upon.

Blackstone lost...

how come?

He's pretty much the best.

He was very capable when working for his father, so why did he fail the first time with him?

damn it!

boom!

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi pounded his fist on the desk.

He had to start thinking about the chain reaction that might be caused after the failure of this matter. What made him feel a little relieved was that his father had said that Kuroishi was absolutely reliable. Yoshiaki Tsutsumi also had some understanding of the ancient profession of ninja, including the background of Kuroishi's family.

Blackstone would not betray him, even if he was caught or even lost his life.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door. Tsutsumi Yoshiaki, who was feeling annoyed, said in a bad tone: "Come in!"

The heavy mahogany door was pushed open.

His assistant Asano Matsuhiro walked in with a very strange expression. He didn't have time to approach and immediately reported: "President, President Sun of the Hongcheng Overseas Trust Bank and that person are visiting."

Swish!

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi stood up and opened his eyes wide: "Who?"

Something appeared in Asano Matsuhiro's hand. "He gave me a business card. The position shown on it is the supervisor of Particle Bank, which is the parent company of Hong Kong Overseas Trust Bank—"

"I'm asking who you are?!" Yoshiaki Tsutsumi shouted.

Asano Matsuhiro bowed and replied, "Li Jiankun."

Tsutsumi Yoshiaki was stunned: "He came to visit me?"

How dare he come to me?!

Asano Matsuhiro asked whether he should bring the other party over.

Could it be that Yiming Tsutsumi is still afraid of the other party?

Two minutes later, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi met Li Jiankun and Lao Sun.

Asano Matsuhiro closed the door but did not leave.

Li Jiankun glanced at him and said in English: "Mr. Di, for your sake, it's best not to have outsiders present when we talk about what we are going to talk about."

Asano Matsuhiro stared. How did he become an outsider? He thought, you brought someone with you.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi snorted, "Get out."

Asano Matsuhiro: “…”

When there were only three people left in the room, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi said impatiently, "If you have to fart, do it now."

In fact, he was very curious about the purpose of Li Jiankun's visit.

All he could think of was that the other party must have come for the shares he held in Seibu Real Estate.

However, as long as this Mr. Li is not temporarily mentally retarded, it is impossible to believe that he will sell his shares.

Li Jiankun sat on the black antique leather sofa against the wall, crossed his legs, and said slowly: "I hope Mr. Tsutsumi can sell me the 43.5% stake in Seibu Real Estate that he holds at a reasonable price."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi almost picked up a pen and threw it at him. This guy is really mentally retarded...

He uttered something in Japanese, which Lao Sun translated at the right time. The general meaning was: You are dreaming.

"Mr. Tsutsumi, please don't refuse yet."

After Li Jiankun waved his hand, Old Sun took out a white letter from his brown briefcase and presented it to Yoshiaki Tsutsumi.

With doubts, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi opened the envelope.

There were a few photos and a folded A4 page inside.

Not to mention the paper, just after seeing the first photo clearly, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's eyes suddenly bulged.

There is a person in the photo, Black Stone.

Sitting in a reclining chair, he seemed to be ten years older than the last time I saw him.

Despite his best efforts to control himself, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's hands were still shaking slightly as he looked through the photos one by one.

Not only did Blackstone fail, he was caught!

But then he thought again, so what?

Black Stone couldn't and had no reason to betray him.

Even if we put aside his friendship with his father, for a family engaged in that kind of business, betraying their employer is a taboo in the industry.

The family that Heishi belonged to was originally on the verge of extinction, and the loss of their family-based way of survival.

It was only after I returned to my old job that I was able to maintain it.

There is no reason for someone like Heishi, who has received rigorous training, to ruin the future of his entire family because of his fear of death.

Then, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi spread out the A4 paper again.

After roughly scanning the contents above, he slammed the table and stood up:

"You think I will believe it?!"

Anger was not enough to hide his nervousness.

This is a confession from Heishi, with red stamped fingerprints.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi yelled angrily, "I don't know where you got this guy from, pretending it was a failed assassination attempt, and trying to blackmail me with this?"

Li Jiankun was too lazy to argue with him, and waved at Old Sun, who was standing in front of the mahogany desk: "Call, call, let them talk on their own."

Gah!

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked pale.