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

Chapter 504 Written script, let you know

In Tokyo, where every inch of land is expensive, there are very few cemeteries. People who can be buried here after death are either rich or expensive. Even on a rainy day, there are still all kinds of luxury cars lined up outside the cemetery, and they are entering in an orderly manner. Cemetery sweeping.

"Thank you for taking care of me these days at the Metropolitan Police Department." Kitahara Sosuke glanced at Miyamoto Twelve with a smile, "By the way, were you there for his wedding with Xiao Lijiang?"

"I got a red envelope." Miyamoto Twelve replied bluntly.

"Miyamoto-san has always taken care of me, thank you very much!" Irie is expressing his gratitude sincerely. As a former pole, he has always looked down on these high-ranking police officers. In the 90s, Japanese police officers were also very corrupt and incompetent. They will repeatedly oppress these extremes, and the two factions belong to the relationship of seeing each other, cat and mouse.

After joining this group, Irie is looking down on these bastards with vegetarian meals even more. If it wasn't for Kitahara Sosuke, he might have resigned a long time ago and chose to go into business with Kazuma Yamada.

Miyamoto Twelve was one of the few police officers he really admired.

"It's just normal work and communication." Miyamoto Twelve waved his hand, watching the wipers clean up the rainwater, and the car slowly drove into the cemetery, he was even more puzzled, "What are we going to do?"

"When you arrive, you will know." Kitahara Sosuke smiled mysteriously.

The luxury car slowly parked in the exclusive parking space. Kitahara Ichiyo and Nino stayed in the car. As women, it was inconvenient for them to participate in some occasions.

Irie Masa and Yamada Kazuma got out of the car immediately, each held an umbrella for Miyamoto Twelve and Kitahara Sosuke, and the four of them walked toward the depths of the cemetery one after the other.

When passing by the familiar tombstones, Miyamoto Twelve couldn't help but straighten his back. There are many historical celebrities here, the kind he admires very much.

The four of them soon came to the cemetery in the corner. Irie was slowly putting the tribute in his hands in front of the tombstone, and paid respects. Kitahara Sosuke and Yamada Kazuma also bowed. After the worship, Kitahara Sosuke took out the cigarette.

"At the beginning, I spent 3000 million yen to help him buy this corner. If Yushan-san is still alive, he should be very grateful to me. After all, as a prosecutor, I am afraid that it will be difficult to lie here after death if he is not the chief prosecutor. " Kitahara Sosuke laughed, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a smoke ring, "This is a cemetery for celebrities, and it's also a cemetery for rich people. In the final analysis, this world is still the world of rich people."

"The economic base determines the upper base. I understand what you mean." Miyamoto Twelve looked at the words "Tomb of Prosecutor Yushan Hideo" on the tombstone, his face calm, but the hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, "No Thinking of you lying here, I haven't come to see you, Yushan-san, long time no see."

This is the only colleague who really touched Miyamoto Twelve. That night, when he was hit by the racecourse in the witness, Miyamoto Twelve's mind went blank.

He has been in the industry for almost 20 years, and he has seen many sacrifices of his colleagues, but that one time made him gasp in his chest, and it was still difficult to calm down.

He, Yu Shanxiu, including Fujiwara Norika who is now famous, countless people are yearning for justice and a glimmer of light in the darkness, but that time, Miyamoto Twelve really realized something.

Little people can't change big events.

No matter how hard they try and how they struggle, they are just a speck of dust under the wheel of history.

Unprecedented frustration filled my heart.

Even so, Yu Shanxiu went up and ignited a seemingly insignificant light with her own life.

"My heart is full of guilt, so let's have a drink with him." Kitahara Sosuke stretched out his hand, and Irie was handing over two jade cups filled with sake. He stuffed one of them into Miyamoto Twelve's hand, and he himself Drank it down.

Miyamoto Twelve felt uncomfortable, raised his head and drank it in one breath, and remained silent.

"Do you know what Yushan-san wanted to say before he died?" Kitahara Sosuke slowly put the jade cup in his hand in front of the tombstone, squatted down, and wiped off the raindrops on the tombstone with his hands, "He wanted to say, Mr. Kitahara, There is true justice in this world, and I will prove it to you."

Does it really exist?
Miyamoto Twelve had a bitter face.

"Miyamoto-san, do you still remember our first meeting?" Kitahara Sosuke flicked off the cigarette ash and turned to look at him.

"Of course I remember. That was the news of Inoue Logistics President Inoue Hiko's death. I didn't admit that it was a suicide." Miyamoto Twelve nodded.

Kitahara Sosuke laughed: "That's right, that's the first case you made it to the top. Although you always claimed that you had nothing to do with me, I have to say that Miyamoto-san's success cannot be separated from me. Little unscrupulous businessman."

Miyamoto Twelve did not speak.

"Okay, tell me, what do you want me to do this time?" Miyamoto Twelve felt that he was almost immune to Kitahara Sosuke's taunting routine. The card of justice is the card of emotion. In short, even the former prime minister was cheated last time, and there is nothing he dare not do.

"Mr. Nishiguchi Sawai, come out." Kitahara Sosuke clapped his hands, "Look, I said that Miyamoto Police is a trustworthy partner."

"Please forgive me for being cautious, Mr. Kitahara, you also know that in our business, they are the most afraid of these 'cats'." Wearing a black suit, Nishiguchi Sawai walked out from the rain curtain behind, and the little brother beside him Respectfully holding an umbrella, at first glance, it looks like an extreme boss.

"Come on, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Nishiguchi Sawai, the current head of the Kanto United Association. This is the head of the criminal section of the Osaka Police Headquarters. The twelve policemen Miyamoto are watching." Kitahara Sosuke groaned with a smile.

Such two characters, if he hadn't been a matchmaker in the middle, the only chance to meet each other would probably be in a prison or a police station.

"Kitahara Sosuke, what are you doing?" Miyamoto Twelve had bad thoughts in his heart.

"Miyamoto, I've always regarded you as my own." Kitahara Sosuke withdrew his smile, and said solemnly, "This time, I don't want the Takeshita family and the Sumitomo Foundation to retreat unscathed."

Miyamoto Twelve's heart skipped a beat, feeling like he was on a thief's boat.

Still the kind that can't go down.

"The Takeshita family used the national granary to do business, and lost a lot of money. They converted all of them into rubles and returned them to Japanese yen through Sumitomo Bank. Scattered in the financial world, this consequence, do you know what it is?"

"By the end of the year, Japan's economy will enter a severe winter! The people are living in dire straits, life has nothing to love, prices are soaring, employment is difficult, the unemployment rate is skyrocketing, families are broken, and the suicide rate is rising. Humans are not living like human beings!"

Kitahara Sosuke said word by word,
"As a related stakeholder, the Kanto United Association suffered extremely serious losses. Before disbanding the association, it crazily retaliated against the Sumitomo Foundation and the Takeshita family, causing a large number of casualties and bloodshed. The head of the Criminal Division of the Osaka Police Headquarters successfully destroyed a large number of underground illegal trading organizations. The arrest of Nishiguchi Sawai, the head of the Kanto United Association, put an end to the chaos."

Kitahara Sosuke took out another cigarette, and Nishiguchi Sawai rushed over to light it for him.

"After this incident, the Tokyo Kyodo Bank could not bear the responsibility for the financial crisis, and it disintegrated freely. The Takeshita family and the Sumitomo Foundation suffered heavy losses, and the national granary was empty. How about some other things? It's not important, you can upgrade to another level, gratifying Congratulations."

"How about this script? As long as Police Miyamoto keeps his eyes on it and turns a blind eye to the upcoming Kanto United operations."

(End of this chapter)