Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 301 I am a local tyrant

"call……"

Fujiwara Masato breathed a sigh of relief and pushed away Oda Rie who was in the way. He sat on the cotton sofa and quietly looked at the world outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window, like a great sage who was truly thinking about the truth of the world.

When he had free time, he opened the small map and took a look. Well, there were more than ten red dots on the building next to the Red Heart J Hotel. He didn't know when they came, but it was obvious that they were preparing to cause trouble.

Send out a team of cleaners to clean up the garbage.

Just like that, Fujiwara Masato made a casual arrangement and didn't care about the follow-up. As for who was killed, he didn't care. Now he is considered a big shot in Tokyo.

Whenever someone died at Fujiwara Masato's doorstep, the police would come to help deal with the body.

The negotiations in Paris are nearing their end. Before the hunting day begins, Bellamy's negotiations with the Shiad Group are still at a stalemate.

Although he admitted defeat, the nature of capital made the president of the Shiyad Group always want to achieve his goals at the lowest cost. He haggled with Bellamy over the details of compensation, which made the latter very annoyed.

When the hunting day came, the negotiation team of the Shiyad Group changed their attitude. The negotiation progressed by leaps and bounds and was completed in just one day. All the compensation and cuts were written down on paper.

Well, it’s still the same old reason: the barbarians fear power rather than virtue.

The big white pig won't be afraid unless you show a knife in front of it.

The compensation offered by the Shiyad Group was very sincere. It did not give money, but instead gave a number of profitable drug patents, a medium-sized drug factory, and some physical industries such as shops and houses.

There are a lot of things and they are very valuable, but they need people to manage and operate them.

Such compensation was obviously Bellamy's little trick. Although it was in the interests of the organization, it also satisfied his personal interests.

Fujiwara Masato understood such things.

However, although he understood, Bellamy could not get everything he wanted, and he had to take all the benefits of the compensation.

According to Fujiwara Masato's original plan, if Bellamy performed well, he would be the deputy head of the newly established Paris Poker.

As a result, Bellamy's performance in a series of events was simply transparent, with a serious lack of presence. He only worked hard but did not get much credit, and was totally unworthy of being a second-in-command.

Therefore, Fujiwara Masato gave part of the gains in Paris to the United States. He has already informed Spade 4 and Spade 5 to send one person to Paris to establish Paris Poker and serve as a deputy person in charge.

The remaining cadre will also be given the rights of a sub-regional leader.

This is the reward given by Masato Fujiwara to Spade 4 and Spade 5. They have done a great job in the United States and expanded the influence of playing cards.

As for Bellamy, this loser with only a little cleverness, let him be transferred from a temporary cadre to a cadre of Paris Poker.

As for how much power Bellamy can get from his position as a Paris Poker cadre, Fujiwara Masato doesn't care. He sets the lower limit for him, and as for the upper limit of his own power, it depends on his own ability.

Fujiwara Masato is not Bellamy's parent. He will only give opportunities but will not pave the way for the latter.

There is no need to worry about the affairs in Paris for the time being. The newly appointed deputy head will hire someone to maintain those physical industries. Whether it is opening a pharmaceutical company or doing other business, Fujiwara Masato will not care.

If you need funding, please fill out an application form and explain what you plan to use the money for.

If you do things well, you will be rewarded. If you do things badly, you will be punished. If you dare to embezzle, you will be shot.

In Manila, Philippines, Komizu Nei Shun has already retired. He did not do his job well and two families of the target family escaped.

No matter what the reason was, since the job was not done well, it was natural for Fujiwara Masato to remove Komizuuchi Toshi and make the position vacant.

Then, Kohei Moribe took over the position of the head of the secondary region and the nickname of the Three of Spades.

As for the retired Komizuchi Shun, he was transferred back to Japan and became an ordinary member of the poker team.

Today's Japanese playing cards, or Fujiwara Masato himself, have already had a great influence in Tokyo. Even if Omizuuchi Toshi is resentful, he can't cause any trouble.

Now he realizes one thing, that if one has money but no influence, then the money in his hands is called floating wealth.

Fujiwara Masato could not understand this before, but he did not gamble, did not mess around when he had money, and blindly invested in industries, opened pharmaceutical factories and hotels, and sponsored Taniguchi Kotaro to open a car repair shop, which allowed him to inadvertently gain a solid foundation.

Then one day, when a city councilor sent an invitation to Fujiwara Masato, he suddenly found that he seemed to have become a figure who could influence Tokyo politics.

Fujiwara Masato is no longer doing business in Japan, but Japanese playing cards have continued to develop. Although inconspicuous, they have indeed influenced many people.

For example, Kotaro Taniguchi's auto repair business has unknowingly spread to cities near Tokyo, and now Taniguchi's auto repair shop has more than a dozen branches of various sizes in other places.

Two of them are self-operated, and the rest are franchise stores established by local owners who paid franchise fees to Kotaro Taniguchi.

With the cover of the poker organization, if the local gangs dare to collect protection fees from the franchised factories, then Kotaro Taniguchi will send gunmen to talk to them.

In addition to the car repair business, Kotaro Taniguchi also took the initiative to set up five 4S stores. His car business was booming and the profits were not small.

Then, privately, he also sold used cars. His approach was to buy scrapped and nearly scrapped cars, repair them in auto repair shops so that they could still be used, and then sell them to underdeveloped regions in Asia.

The profit from doing this is not huge, as the cost of scrapped cars is not high, and you won't make a lot of money by selling them to backward countries. However, this kind of industry barely qualifies as heavy industry, requiring the employment of many mechanics, and can support many families.

Kotaro Taniguchi obviously knows what influence is, so he is smart and deliberately focuses on industries that require a lot of manpower.

With Kotaro Taniguchi setting an example, Fujiwara Masato followed suit.

Relying on the relationship with the Uehara family in Chiba Prefecture and the recent surge in the price of rice in Japan, Fujiwara Masato is also paying people to move into the agricultural supply field, starting with an agricultural product processing company.

The specific business is to buy cheap unprocessed rice from abroad, then import it to Tokyo, and purchase a bankrupt agricultural processing plant in the suburbs.

Then they hired hundreds of workers to carry out preliminary processing and packaging of the rice, and finally supplied it to Japanese police and government officials at low prices. The remaining cheap rice was wholesaled to the Tokyo Yakuza.

Because it was sold to a specific group, the rice processing business encountered some troubles, but with the power of the poker organization, Fujiwara Masato easily overcame the obstacles.

This kind of business does not have much profit, but it allows Fujiwara Masato to support many ordinary workers and families behind him.

Together with the employees of hotels and pharmaceutical factories, Fujiwara Masato inadvertently whitened his gray self.

That's why suddenly a Tokyo council member sent an invitation to Fujiwara Masato.

The groups that Fujiwara Masato can influence now are already quite a few, and the number of votes he has in his hand confirms one thing.

Fujiwara Masato may not be able to help a mayoral candidate in Tokyo to take office, but if someone offends him, Fujiwara Masato can ensure that the person who offends him cannot become mayor.

Fujiwara Masato is now considered a local boss in Tokyo. This time when Mossad came to cause trouble, the Israeli ambassador actually secretly used official channels to put pressure on the Tokyo government, hoping to get the cooperation of the Tokyo police.

As a result, Mossad achieved the opposite effect.

Not only did the Tokyo police refuse to cooperate, but they became the enemy instead, fighting against the mercenaries and gangsters who rashly entered the country and arresting several Mossad agents.

Then, the Israeli ambassador to Tokyo was also involved in a car accident a few hours ago and is currently receiving emergency treatment in the hospital's emergency room. Don't get me wrong, this was not done by Fujiwara Masato, but was done by the Tokyo police who privately hinted to some members of the Inagawa-kai.

The price of rice in Japan is so high now, and the salary of Tokyo police is so low. You want to destroy our channel for eating cheap rice. You deserve to be put to death.

The yakuza members are also human beings. The economic environment is already bad, and the rice wholesaled by Fujiwara Masato has become the hope for many low-level gang members' families to fill their stomachs.

Rice for sale?

That's not possible. Rice is so precious now that it has been all consumed internally. As a result, the middle and low-level members of the Inagawa-kai and Sumiyoshi-kai who can buy cheap rice now have very good relations with the poker organization.

What is influence?
This is called influence. When Mossad attacked, the poker organization had not yet launched a full-scale counter-encirclement and suppression, but the Tokyo police who were paid and the Inagawa-kai and Sumiyoshi-kai who were not paid had already taken the initiative to do the work.

If it were when Fujiwara Masato was just starting out, if an enemy like Mossad attacked, the Tokyo police would be willing to remain neutral at best, and helping would be impossible.

Thinking of this, Fujiwara Masato felt a little happy. Although he was not a good person, being a bad guy who could stand in the sun and being a criminal who could only hide in the dark were two different things.

This is why many gangsters try their best to whitewash themselves. No matter how much the underworld develops, they are still small figures in the eyes of the upper class and can be crushed to death at any time.

The entertainment club industry owned by the gangsters is even less mainstream, but it may be very profitable.

But in the eyes of real bosses, an old small- to medium-sized factory employing a hundred workers is more valuable than a magnificent nightclub.

Thinking of this, Fujiwara Masato suddenly felt hungry.

"Well, let's go eat... Oda Rie, I want to eat Chinese food!"

"Hi, Master, I will arrange for someone to go to the Chinese restaurant. What do you want to wear now?"

"Please wear a nightgown. It will be more convenient for you to do things."

……

Mavis had learned by chance a long time ago that Minako Nakazaki, the manager of the Red Heart J Hotel, liked to eat at the Chinese restaurant.

Although she was unsure of the authenticity of the information, with no other options, coming here and waiting became Mavis' only option.

Then Mavis got her chance.

Just as she was struggling with a plate of fried noodles with two chopsticks, she saw several burly men in suits, a man in a bathrobe, and a woman in a kimono walk in and enter a private room deep in the restaurant.

Oh, this must be the goal!

Mavis thought that in the Red J Hotel, all guests were allowed to bring two bodyguards at most. To be followed by so many bodyguards, the person's identity must be extraordinary.

Thinking of this, Mavis naturally took out her mobile phone and put on the Bluetooth headset.

"Hey, boss, I completed the task you assigned to me... um, it was in my restaurant, yes, he..."

"Oh!"

Thanks to the excellent radio performance of her immediate boss's mobile phone, Mavis heard the movement on the other side.

Someone was shouting in fear.

"Dene was shot in two! Oh my God, it was a large-caliber anti-material rifle, there is a sniper!"

"Where's the sniper?"

"Oh!"

"Damn it, Ryder is dead too. Don't get close to the window. The sniper is on the top of the Red Jack Hotel across the street... Let's get out of here. The Poker Cards have spotted us!"

Mavis calmly picked up the cup and took a sip of warm water, then raised her hand to call the waiter.

"Excuse me, could you provide me with a glass of ice water and a towel? The noodles are a bit spicy and I'm sweating."

What the intelligence chief encountered on the other end of the call was not over yet. In his panic, he forgot to turn off his phone, so Mavis could continue to listen to what was happening across the hotel.

"Run away, leave here..."

"There are people outside the room, my God, they are heavily armed!"

"boom……"

"Fight back, open fire, don't let them in!"

This was the big white pig supervisor that Mavis was familiar with, screaming, with regret and fear in her voice.

"I shouldn't be here..."

"We can't stop them. They are wearing military-grade bulletproof armor and helmets. Damn, they are American interceptors. Our small-caliber submachine guns have no effect on them."

"Then we surrender. We are British. We..."

“Grenade!!!”

“Boom…bang…bang…bang…bang…bang…”

Well, there was no need to listen any further. With such dense assault rifle fire, Mavis could imagine the scene of that British big white pig and other colleagues being shot into sieves.

They were doomed. From the conversation, Mavis was sure that the poker organization had not held back, which was their usual style.

Either don't do it, or if you do, beat them to death without mercy.

Mavis calmly hung up the phone, then pulled out the calling card and broke it.

Well, now there is a mixed blessing waiting for me.

The big white pig supervisor who was parachuted in died, which is a good thing. If the headquarters cannot find a successor in a short time, I can take over.

Of course, there is a bad side, which is that I may not be able to get out of the Red Heart J Hotel. I am in the building opposite the hotel with people. I don’t know what the big white pig supervisor wants to do, but he can be discovered. Can I be an exception?
Mavis looked around the restaurant and looked at the three waiters standing in front, behind, and on both sides of her, vaguely surrounding her... Well, she must have been discovered.

Okay, Mavis, you are responsible for your own life now and you have to do something to save yourself.

Mavis took a deep breath, rinsed her mouth with ice water, wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue, then stood up, adjusted her black dress, and lowered her chest to make her figure more sexy.

Finally, Mavis turned and walked towards the private room in the restaurant which was guarded by bodyguards.

(End of this chapter)