The Kyoto Bubble Era: Starting from the Sale of Hundreds of Millions of Properties

Chapter 503 New Century

Continuous raindrops fell slowly from the sky, and when the newspaper in the middle-aged man's hand was about to be wet, a black umbrella suddenly opened, covering the man and the newspaper, and in an instant, the rain fell from the sky , The gray-white sky suddenly became pitch black, and the pouring rainstorm stirred up misty mist in the corner of the sky, as if the faucet had been turned on, obliterating everything that could be seen.

"Police Miyamoto is on the lookout, reading the newspaper on a rainy day like this, if you don't pay attention, not only will you easily become drowned, but you may also have some unexpected accidents." The tall young man holding an umbrella for the middle-aged man slightly curled his mouth Qiao, holding a black umbrella in one hand and a cigarette in the other, exhaling a round smoke ring from his mouth.

Newspaper headlines—

On November 1991, 11, His Excellency Ryutaro Hashimoto, Minister of Finance and Director of the Financial Services Agency, personally established a financial inspection team to prepare for a thorough investigation of the recent underground illegal transactions related to the ruble. The team members included three prosecutors from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police, The information of three prosecutors from the Financial Services Agency, three officials from the Ministry of Finance, and nine special inspectors were directly disclosed. The following is a list of members.

Kitahara Sosuke saw Fujiwara Norika's name, this girl, unknowingly, has already done so well in the Financial Services Department?

"It's your fault again?" Miyamoto Twelve snorted with a cigarette in his mouth. "It's November, and the end of the year is approaching. Can't we poor police officers relax for a while?"

The inspection team was dispatched, and the scope of the operation covered six major cities including Tokyo. There were only nine inspectors in total, and there was a serious shortage of manpower. Naturally, the full cooperation of the local police was needed.

Miyamoto Twelve, who returned from his studies at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, was transferred to the head of the Criminal Division of the Osaka Police Headquarters. He was followed by Irie Masabu, who saw people fighting and begging for protection money on the streets of Osaka in the past. The bastard who became his colleague, Miyamoto Twelve felt completely uncomfortable.

Japan is a country with serious class divisions, and the social order is clearly defined. A cat is a cat, and a mouse is a mouse. Although the prosecutors and the like are not as exaggerated in power as in the next-door Bangzi country, they are not people who can be provoked by extreme gangsters.

In the past, a hundred people entering the river would kneel down in front of him, but now...
Thinking of Kitahara Manpower who doesn't distinguish between black and white, Miyamoto Twelve has a headache.

From the first time he met Kitahara Sosuke, he knew that there was no distinction between black and white in this young man's eyes, he only had interests, interests, interests in his eyes.

After Yu Shanxiu's death, the last ray of light left in Miyamoto Twelve's heart also dimmed. He didn't want to admit Kitahara Sosuke's bullshit theory of "victory is justice", and he was unwilling to become a guy at the bottom , and finally died inexplicably like Yu Shanxiu.

So he resolutely joined the Beiyuan Group.

But in the bottom of my heart, there is always a little rejection of this group.

Therefore, every time the two meet, it is not like meeting old friends. There is no such thing as greeting each other, and ridicule each other is not uncommon.

"Is what Police Officer Miyamoto is asking about the Fujiwara Inspector, or is it about the illegal underground ruble trade?" Kitahara Sosuke whistled, deliberately teasing him. This guy is so serious that he wants to poke him every time. Masks on faces.

"Inspector Fujiwara really didn't expect that the little girl who followed you a year or two ago is now a famous prosecutor." Looking at the familiar face in the newspaper, Miyamoto Twelve sighed, " You know, I mean the ruble thing."

"Yeah, the small police department that wanted to arrest me and put me in prison at first has now become the big police department." Kitahara Sosuke didn't forget to continue to sarcastically before answering the question, "What happened to Lu Bu? Illegal trading of rubles by underground organizations. As a good citizen, I report it. Is there any problem? Before long, the ruble will fall no better than toilet paper. Underground trading is allowed now. Who will take the vacancy after that? fill?"

"Is it the treasury with no money, the Bank of Japan, which cannot be guaranteed by itself, or the personal pockets of the six major consortiums? Or are you planning to let me, Kitahara Sosuke, suffer the loss?" Kitahara Sosuke said, his face gradually changed. cold.

"You are really planning to die." Twelve Miyamoto clicked his tongue. When he heard Sosuke Kitahara's words, "The ruble fell no better than toilet paper", his heart trembled, and he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. flooded my mind.

"But you also understand that the real people behind those underground trading organizations are the Sumitomo Foundation. How do you stop them? If you knock out one, ten more will come out immediately. The Osaka Police Headquarters is also full of Sumitomo’s eyes.”

Miyamoto Twelve originally didn't want to talk to him about this, but after all
"Cangsuke. You can't block this hole. They want to spread the ruble to the entire financial world. How can you stop it? With my little police officers, or a group of yakuza from your North Yuan manpower? Stop it, otherwise, you will commit crimes." People who are angry will not end well."

"Why should I block this hole? With that bit of digestion, could the hundreds of billions of rubles eaten by Sumitomo Bank be emptied? I feel that it is enough to remove 10% of the inventory."

Kitahara Sosuke shrugged.

"And the more flooding the better, I don't care."

"Then why on earth are you?" Miyamoto Twelve didn't understand. He didn't understand finance, but it was obvious that Kitahara Sosuke pushed Hashimoto Ryutaro to do this. He knew that the Sumitomo Foundation would not cause any trouble. The bigger the matter, the harder it is to reconcile the conflict between the two sides.

High-end wars are just like socializing in high society. They pay attention to one word, and there are back and forth.

Balance is the real art.

And what Kitahara Sosuke did was like a reckless man who strayed into an art exhibition, smashing and looting everything he saw, and didn't give those artists any room at all.

He was a wolf, a bastard, a devil, the worst enemy of those people.

But a lone wolf has no partners.

"You will understand in the future. Anyway, it is a good thing for you to participate, and it will not cheat you." Kitahara Sosuke beckoned him to the luxury car behind, "Follow me to a place first."

"Where? Don't tell me."

Miyamoto Twelve's protest was ignored by Kitahara Sosuke.

The two of them got into the car, and Kitahara Ichiyo who was sitting in the driver's seat had rosy cheeks. Since she was moisturized, her body and mind have become different. Kitahara Nino, who was sitting in the passenger seat, observed her sister's expression , thoughtfully.

The two got into the car, and Miyamoto Twelve found that Irie Masa and Yamada Kazuma were still sitting in the back seat.

old acquaintance.

Now that the three of them are wrapping themselves, Miyamoto Twelve sighed helplessly and had to follow them to an unknown destination.

The black Mercedes went all the way and came to a remote cemetery in Tokyo.

(End of this chapter)