Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 192 - 186: Hattori’s Disciples, Deployment of the Automatic Loan Machines (Request for Monthly Pass!)

Chapter 192: Chapter 186: Hattori’s Disciples, Deployment of the Automatic Loan Machines (Request for Monthly Pass!)

Police Chief Hattori had already become disheartened, so that very day, he drafted his resignation letter and found Renping Kuniaki to hand it over.

"Police Chief Hattori, why so sudden?"

Renping Kuniaki had an inkling, knowing that the other party had been done in by Aoyama Xiu Xin, but he feigned ignorance on the surface.

"My health has never been good, and I really can’t keep up with the intense work at the Police Headquarters. I should make room for someone more capable." Police Chief Hattori gave a self-deprecating smile.

Renping Kuniaki sighed, signed his name at the bottom, and then looked up to say, "I’ll submit your resignation to the Public Security Committee as soon as possible. Before the directive comes down, please stand firm at your last post and do not slack off."

"Yes, sir!" Police Chief Hattori saluted in response.

Renping Kuniaki waved his hand to signal him to leave.

That Xiu Xin, what means he had, to have brought down Police Chief Hattori so quickly.

He decided, after this, if he wasn’t one hundred percent sure of success, he wouldn’t take initiative against Aoyama Xiu Xin anymore. All he needed was to watch him build his tower, watch him entertain guests, and in the end, watch his tower collapse.

After all, he didn’t believe the guy could solve every case. Just let there be one he couldn’t crack, and then, he shouldn’t blame him for kicking him while he was down.

And before that, not only could he no longer suppress Aoyama Xiu Xin, but he also had to continue promoting him, keep lifting him higher, or else it would all have been a waste of effort.

That evening, Hattori Aoshika, who had unwittingly caused trouble for his father yet remained clueless, cheerfully returned home.

From today on, he was truly a man!

That morning, after he returned to school from the Police Headquarters to share his joy with Cang Jindie, Cang Jindie excitedly hugged him, kissing and nibbling away. Under her lead, Hattori Aoshika lost his first experience, the second... the fifth.

What a wonderful feeling!

He’d always looked down on his classmates who gathered to talk about such things, but now he understood them.

"Father, what’s wrong?" Hattori Aoshika suddenly noticed something off about his father’s complexion as he sat on the couch.

Police Chief Hattori said, "Come sit down."

Having just done something wrong, he was already feeling guilty and anxious as he sat down on the couch.

"I’ve resigned," said Police Chief Hattori.

"Ah!" Hattori Aoshika was startled, then blurted out, "Why? Why resign?"

Today he had experienced for the first time the advantage of having a father who was a police chief, so he was very anxious when he heard this.

"Because someone recorded you asking the police to frame someone, and they used that recording to threaten me into resigning," Police Chief Hattori said coldly, looking at him.

Hattori Aoshika’s face turned pale, and he fell limply onto the couch, his head buzzing.

He was inexperienced but not stupid.

He immediately thought of Nakamura Shinichi as the one with the recording and that he had inadvertently ruined his father’s future.

"I’m sorry, father, I’m sorry, please punish me!" Hattori Aoshika knelt on the ground and said.

Police Chief Hattori sighed, "I was initially disappointed, but seeing your reaction just now, this might be a good thing. It saves you from getting addicted to the sweetness of using my name and causing even bigger trouble."

Tears streamed down Hattori Aoshika’s face, and he remained silent.

Though his father didn’t blame him, that made it even harder for him to forgive himself, adding to his guilt.

"Have you figured it out?" Police Chief Hattori helped his son up, asking gently.

Hattori Aoshika nodded, choking up, "I understand, I shouldn’t have done that, and meeting Nakamura Shinichi wasn’t your doing. But I believed his side of the story and was used by him."

"It seems you still don’t understand," Police Chief Hattori sighed. Now that he had submitted his resignation and didn’t have to worry about work, he had time to educate his son. "Do you think you just happened to run into Nakamura Shinichi?"

Hattori Aoshika was stunned, a look of puzzlement appeared on his face, and then he widened his eyes in disbelief.

Could it be Cang Jindie...

No! Impossible! It couldn’t be her!

"Tell me about what’s been happening to you recently," Police Chief Hattori said, noticing the kiss marks on his neck and realizing that he had indeed neglected his son over the years.

Hattori Aoshika pursed his lips; having just caused a big problem, he didn’t dare conceal anything and spilled everything.

Police Chief Hattori listened with a complex expression. Was the way he’d brought up his son right, or was it wrong?

If he hadn’t been so strict, his son wouldn’t have developed his current character and would not have been easily seduced by a femme fatale, leading him to do such foolish things after being led astray.

"Dad, Cang Jindie... could it be... that she was deceiving me too?" Hattori Aoshika felt icy cold in his hands and feet, as the world grew dark once again.

He actually already had an answer in his heart.

Police Chief Hattori counter-questioned, "What do you think?"

Hattori Aoshika collapsed in a moment of realization. All of Cang Jindie’s affections were false, and he, like a fool, had been completely played, used to harm his father.

Intense hatred welled up in his heart.

He hated Cang Jindie.

He hated the person behind it all scheming against his father.

"Who is it, Dad? Tell me, who’s targeting our family!" Hattori Aoshika’s eyes were bloodshot.

But Police Chief Hattori didn’t want to say, "At this point, what use is there in telling you? Pretend nothing happened, and focus on finishing your studies."

He knew his son was experiencing a great upheaval and that his nature would change with it, so he didn’t want him to know that the mastermind behind everything was Aoyama Xiu Xin. If he sought revenge, Aoyama Xiu Xin would not be lenient.

"Dad! Please tell me, otherwise I can’t get over this. It’s all because of me, all my fault for being such an idiot! I must get revenge!" Hattori Aoshika banged his head on the floor, tears streaming, sobbing loudly.

Police Chief Hattori sighed, "Then work hard, and when you’re capable enough one day, I’ll tell you."

"I will!" Hattori Aoshika, with tears on his face, nodded resolutely and bit his lip hard.

Police Chief Hattori once again helped his son up.

...

The next day, Hattori Aoshika returned to school to look for Cang Jindie only to discover that she had disappeared, and upon inquiry he learned that there was no student by that name in the dance department, she was clearly an outsider.

After that, he no longer focused on artistic painting.

Instead, he began reading books about the public service exam.

Preparing for the national public service exam in the future.

July 23rd evening.

Fujimoto Ryosuke landed in Busan.

Japan is not actually that far from South Korea.

But the location of Shizuoka Prefecture is a bit off, and traveling by sea route would require a detour, so it took Fujimoto Ryosuke a full day and night to finally set foot on the land of South Korea.

Busan is one of the few large cities in South Korea besides Han City, and it’s bustling even at night.

He walked the unfamiliar streets in black trousers, a white short-sleeved shirt, a black baseball cap, and carrying a handbag, listening to the unfamiliar language around him.

Here, he had no friends, no identity.

He felt somewhat lost.

But he was also filled with fighting spirit.

He, Fujimoto Ryosuke, would make a fresh start in this country and create a sensational career!

Now, first to find a place to settle down.

Fujimoto Ryosuke took his bag and strode into the crowd.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

July 25th, Japan House of Councillors election.

That evening, Aoyama Xiu Xin was called over by Yanchuan Xianyou, who asked him to start installing automatic loan machines at various points in Tokyo that had been scouted in advance from the 26th.

Since they were all pre-made and with plenty of manpower available, the installation was particularly fast.

At the same time, starting that evening, advertisements for the automatic loan machines were broadcast during prime time on various TV stations, and billboards also started appearing on the streets.

The automatic loan machines swept the country like a storm, starting from the 27th, and many people had learned about this convenient device the night before.

The next day, they went out to look for it and tried out the loans.

In just four days, the lending exceeded one billion yen.

And this was just the beginning; at this rate, neither Aoyama Xiu Xin nor Yanchuan Xianyou’s money could satisfy such a huge market.

And there was the market.

If they didn’t grab it, someone else would.

So there could absolutely be no problems with funding.

On the evening of August 1st, Aoyama Xiu Xin invited Agricultural and Forestry Bank Credit Department Director Kimura Yakuo out for dinner.

The venue was a high-end restaurant.

Due to the death of Ayase Mihiko.

The two had formed a fairly deep friendship.

The first half of the meal was very pleasant.

"Mr. Aoyama, you didn’t invite me out just for dinner, did you?" After several rounds of drinks and a variety of courses, Kimura Yakuo took the initiative to broach the subject.

"Mr. Kimura, you have a sharp eye!" Aoyama Xiu Xin put down his glass and then took a document out of his briefcase and handed it over, "Please take a look at this."

"That automatic loan machine that recently came out, you’re behind it?" Kimura was surprised after taking the document.

Although only three or four days had passed, he, as a senior bank executive, had already taken notice of this machine.

Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled faintly, "To be precise, it’s the young master Yanchuan Xianyou’s project; I’m just running errands."

"Over one billion yen in three days and it’s still growing rapidly, those are frightening numbers," Kimura Yakuo commented before asking, "What are you suggesting, Mr. Aoyama?"

"The automatic loan machine is bound to sweep the nation, it’s an unstoppable trend. But the pie is too large, hoarding it will lead to indigestion. I hope to bring in several banks through Mr. Kimura, so we can all enlarge the pie together and all earn a lucrative profit," said Aoyama Xiu Xin sincerely. The advent of the automatic loan machine would not only affect the interests of Violent Gangs and lending companies but also the banks’.

And compared to the banks, what are Violent Gangs?

Therefore, it’s necessary to involve the banks and rely on them for funding, to ensure an ample supply of money.

At the same time, each bank is connected to a web of personal connections; when everyone is scooping from the same pot, no one can afford to tip it over, including Aoyama Xiu Xin himself.

Of course, this meant that his profits would certainly be diluted, and his position in this money-making food chain would keep falling.

But Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t mind, "He who sups with the devil should have a long spoon," as long as he could also have a seat at the table, even if it meant just being a runner.

It was already a significant achievement.

And as he climbed higher and higher, ultimately, what was born from his hands would return to him.

"Please, Mr. Aoyama, explain the details."

Kimura Yakuo became serious; if he were to lead the banks, he would also stand to benefit.

So he was equally interested in this venture.

Banks are in need of profits now.

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