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

Chapter 555

May 1992, 1, 1 am.

Nanchan Temple, Blessing Square.

Sosuke Kitahara, who was wearing a thick windbreaker, and Hideichiro Kaneshiro, who was dressed as a monk, stood side by side in the wind and snow. On the side was a large copper stove with sandalwood rising slowly, filled with blessing incense from believers.

This year, I successfully heard the 108 rings of the blessing bell of Nanzenji Temple. Many people felt happy, but they didn't know that the last 20 rings were made by Sosuke Kitahara.

On the same day last year, Kenichi Kanejo hoped to influence Sosuke Kitahara, let him let Kyoto go, and stop fighting with the Chino family and the Buddhist Association, but unfortunately he was ruthlessly rejected.

After the lamp ran out of oil and died sitting on the steps, Jin Chengxian failed to hear the bell that was a year late.

"Although my father retired from the position of host early this year, he has been running around for the people at the bottom of the capital. I hope that the government and the top clubs can contribute money and efforts, so that the terrifying financial turmoil will not bring the lives of countless people. Walk."

Kaneshiro Shuichiro looked at the snow scene in front of him, his voice was flat, neither sad nor happy,
"Nanzen Temple is surrounded by various mansions, even the emperor's bedroom. Living here, it is difficult for us to see the lives of some low-level people. After all, no matter what time, people in the upper class don't have to worry about basic necessities. How extravagant, there is no sign of being affected by the financial turmoil."

"The core families of many financial groups are on vacation nearby. The wealth they hold in their hands is beyond my imagination, but no matter how much money they have, they are willing to give a penny to the people at the bottom. I would rather look at the wealth in Japan. He said that the economy is going to go, and he is willing to pay even a penny, a contribution."

When Sosuke Hideichiro said those things, did he have any slight mood swings.

I have long been the cold-blooded kendo young man who surrounded Jincheng Rin back then, worrying about food and clothing.

The acquaintance with Chino Kitahara and the experience of running Nanzenji Temple that year made me grow rapidly, and I saw clearly the human affairs and world affairs that I rarely paid attention to in the future.

Therefore, I can understand Kitahara Chino's mood very well now.

People in the lower society regard me as a wolf and treat me as a disaster, but in reality, for these special people, Kitahara Chino is the only poor person who has really cared about us.

Sosuke Hideichiro is a native of Kyoto. He is seventy years old. Kyoto maintains the charm of an ancient cultural capital, but because of the interference of Wei Qing's family and other wealthy families, it has always been unable to connect with the international standards. Industrial living, in fact, the rhythm of life, consumption level, and income situation have long been inferior to those of the other seven small cities.

And all of that changed before Kitahara Chino came to Kyoto.

As the branch manager of Tokyo Branch, I broke through and restructured the economic structure that had been stable for decades. I brought Beiyuan Service, Beiyuan Entertainment, Beiyuan Technology and Beiyuan Investment to the seven small new clubs, and I set off a new one with my own efforts. Overturned the Buddhist Association, the Jincheng family, the Japanese Rinpoche and other giants who have been entrenched in Kyoto for dozens of centuries.

Nowadays, with the small support of Beiyuan Service, Kyoto’s tourism industry is unknown in the world. Even with such a wonderful domestic economic environment, Kyoto’s tourism revenue is still increasing month by month.

As the president of Kitahara, Orihime Onoshita, who is only 78 years old, has become a symbol in Kyoto.

No one secretly calls you a Shinto priest in private, and the Shinto Association even wants to grant you the lowest level of priesthood. You must know that the priests who can obtain the priesthood of purity in Japan are all aged forty Old man and old lady.

Orihime Oshita thought that she, who used to cheat money from these bankers and entrepreneurs by "prophecy and divination", would actually be recognized by official organizations one day.

Those are all thanks to Kitahara Chino.

It was precisely because of those little things that Sosuke Hideichiro hesitated in his convictions, and he firmly stood by Kitahara Chino's side no matter what.

I firmly believe that those who win the hearts of the people will win the sky.

A heterogeneous group outside the group is always difficult to be excluded.

Everyone wants him to be like us.

But Kitahara Chino is the same as these people. When others are bullied, excluded, and bullied, they will swallow their anger, leave automatically, and join forces.

But I have shown this unique will from the beginning when I confronted Toshiki Kaibe.

It's about admitting defeat, it's about being afraid of losing, since we can cooperate, let's fight!

"An eye for an eye, and a thousand times more." Kitahara Weiqing laughed, and patted Sosuke Hideichiro on the shoulder, "That's your life motto. Although it was copied, it is really very appropriate. If you want to endure, it exists. of."

"It's his style. He's so arrogant that people hate him. I have to beat him to death." Sosuke Hideichiro glanced at me and smiled angrily, "So, what should we do next?"

"What should I do? The garbage has been cleaned up, so how to end it again?" Kitahara Chino took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked it or not.

I quit smoking.

After that time, I wanted to light a cigarette and respect some people.

By the way, it is also used as incense for some people.

The soot fell out of the snow, and was quickly submerged. A little spark, there is no way to toss out anything.

call--

A mouthful of white air spit out from the mouth.

1:12 am.

Sumitomo Bank Kosaka Branch Family Building.

"Smoking?" Shigeru Nishiguchi wiped the blood from his face, and took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket.

Kim Sung-wook, who had just breathed out the air-conditioning, was polite to me, and took the cigarette, and Shigeru Nishiguchi immediately lit it for me.

He took a deep breath.

Jin Chengxu coughed a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it, this guy told you that this group of people didn't have any guns. They were really close to being killed!" I looked at my bruised abdomen, and my body was still trembling slightly.

Originally, our group, Yakuza from the Kanto United Association, and Shigeru Nishiguchi had a bunch of desperadoes from South Korea and the peninsula. According to the list, they went to the door one by one to kill the Sumitomo Foundation and some hostile low-level officials.

Things should be as he said.

A group of social elites who have a small belly and only think about moving under the belly of a man every day, how can they have no fighting power?

However, the fact is, whether we know that the wind has leaked or something, our actions are not as expected, he said.

Few important figures have absconded.

However, when we left the door, there was no one hiding a pistol, and the pumping heat gave us a few shots.

Few brothers will lie down forever.

Wei Qingyongnv also almost died.

"My mother, I took that breath. It's your turn. Get that man's legs off for you. You have to do it a few times." Wei Qingyongnv stubbed out the cigarette in her hand and walked towards the sofa step by step. There was blood all over the outside, and the hero's eyes were bright, and he was tied up in small characters.

Several big brothers immediately responded.

Shigeru Nishiguchi has seen less of that kind of thing.

We are kind of good people, if we finish murder and arson, of course we don't have any other prizes.

That's why there was no Kitahara manpower for this operation.

Shigeru Nishiguchi was vague. In Chino Kitahara's mind, we people would always be just recyclable garbage, paid for work, stinky rats living outside the sewer, and my toilet.

It is fundamentally possible that one day he will become a core confidant like Kazuma Yamada and Masa Irie.

There are not too many sins among our men.

Wei Qingyong was also counting on that.

Sending my best friend's younger sister, Han Shanzi, to study in the country, find a good job, and then find a good woman to marry. There is no future that is more perfect than my fucking life before. This is my current goal in life.

What I'm wondering is how the wind leaked out.

Few guys did run away late, and the resistance there was much calmer than expected.

Fortunately, our preparations are more than sufficient, without the weapons provided by Vikshalia, the other party is just dying.

But things are still not right.

Shigeru Nishiguchi is good at thinking, and I noticed a clue early on.

Beiyuan Wei Qing suddenly took out such a list, to get rid of so few people, and even a little bit related to Sumitomo Bank.

The first thing I thought of was the astonishing wealth that weak enemies such as the Takegami family had left here.

This huge sum of money is said to be outside the secret account of Sumitomo Bank, and the money was also disclosed by Ji Tianichiro.

It turns out that the Sumitomo Foundation and the Takegami Family have also prepared a batch of reserves, and Kitahara Chino's goal is obviously this pile of money.

The problem is that everyone knows that this money deposit exists, where it is, and where it will go.

Looking at it now, it seems that the other party has suddenly noticed the problem and has no action.

After a moment of firmness, I still called Kitahara Chino.

Nanchan Temple.

At this time, Kitahara Chino was watching a young woman face to face beside the wishing tree.

The woman came to Nanchan Temple suddenly. The gate of the temple had already been closed at that time, so she knew how I retreated.

I was dressed very formally, with a white suit and well-polished leather shoes. I was followed by four white-clothed bodyguards. I looked young.

I didn't talk all the way, and I stood at the front of the wishing tree, and asked my superiors to take a wishing wooden sign from Sosuke Hideichiro, and invited Kitahara Chino to go over.

"What's the matter, at that point, why are you still able to withdraw from the temple?" Sosuke Shuichiro knew the young master at all, and patted Kitahara Chino to show my big heart.

Kitahara Chino also took a wishing wooden sign and came to my side, the two looked at each other, and my cell phone rang.

"Mr. Beiyuan, it's so late, it must be some good news." The young man looked at me with a smile, as if he already knew something.

"Probably." Beiyuan Wei Qing smiled conclusively and pressed the answer button.

(End of this chapter)