Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 195 - 189: The Past is the Past, Now is Now (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)

Chapter 195: Chapter 189: The Past is the Past, Now is Now (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)

"Where were we? Oh yes, investing. Mr. Yanchuan sincerely invites you all to take a financial stake in Nozawa Financial Corporation. Your five families together will hold ten percent, and how that ten percent is divided will be up to you to resolve."

Mr. Aoyama addressed the people below.

Nishikou Younan’s eyes glinted with smugness upon hearing this; the Sumiyoshi Association alone commanded a ten percent stake.

"Dividing ten percent among five families, Police Chief Aoyama, isn’t that a bit too little?" Rujiang Zhen said with a frown.

Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled politely and, pointing towards the door with a mild tone, said, "If you think it’s too little, you may leave. That way the remaining four families could share a larger portion."

Rujiang Zhen’s forehead’s veins bulged out in anger from Aoyama Xiu Xin’s dominance and assertiveness, and he really wanted to flip the table and leave, but rationality told him he could not do that.

"Gentlemen, do not be greedy." Aoyama Xiu Xin knocked on the table, pointing to the ceiling. "There are those above us who also need their share. Moreover, several banks will be joining to provide funds. Don’t they deserve a cut as well? If we can secure the national market, your six families sharing ten percent will still earn you more than before."

The loan business was a succulent piece of meat that had not yet been fully exploited, after all, Takeda Fuji later became the richest man through this very industry.

"The Kudou Association agrees and thanks Police Chief Aoyama for his support. Please convey our gratitude to Mr. Yanchuan," the Kodama Association President gestured with his wine glass.

Seeing this, the President of the Xingping Family also raised his wine glass, "The New Ping Family has no objections either."

"Thank you, Police Chief Aoyama." The Co-Government Association President bowed slightly and raised his glass, "I agree as well."

They were not on the scale of the Daokuan Association, the Sumiyoshi Association, or the Yamaguchi Group—getting a small piece of the action was good enough for them.

Then everyone’s gaze turned to Rujiang Zhen.

He was probably the most reluctant one present.

After all, the Yamaguchi Group’s loan business was once the largest among all violent gangs in Japan.

Seeing that the other three families had agreed, and knowing that the recently dismissed Extreme East Association surely had no objections, Rujiang Zhen could only grimace and say, "I have no objections either."

Ultimately, the Yamaguchi Group’s business was not just loaning money; since they could get a slice of the big pie, there was naturally no need to offend the Yanchuan family any further.

"Excellent! Let’s raise our glasses and toast to our joint venture," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a hearty laugh.

Everyone raised their glasses and drank up in one go.

With the Sumiyoshi Association, the Yamaguchi Group, and the addition of the Kodama Association, the Xingping Family, the Extreme East Association, and the Co-Government Association, they could now dominate all other violent gangs in Japan. With their protection, automated loan machines would be smoothly promoted to every corner of the country.

That included the rural areas, after all, this was not a privilege exclusive to city dwellers. Japanese farmers also had the right to enjoy the fortune brought to them by Mr. Aoyama.

After the banquet was over, Aoyama Xiu Xin deliberately kept the Sumiyoshi Association and the Fulong Gang behind. He said to Nishikou Younan, "President Xikou, out of your Sumiyoshi Association’s ten percent stake, you need to allocate thirty percent to the Fulong Gang."

Nishikou Younan was startled upon hearing this, then instantly turned his head, glaring furiously at Zhao Qinghong.

Zhao Qinghong, in turn, nodded politely in acknowledgment.

"Police Chief Aoyama, aren’t you burning bridges after crossing the river? You had previously agreed that our Sumiyoshi Association would have the full ten percent," Nishikou Younan argued.

"The past was the past, now is now," Aoyama Xiu Xin said calmly as he lifted his wine glass, took a sip, then set it down, continuing, "You should know that just now, those five families together only have ten percent. And I really had no choice, I had to split some for the east and some for the west. There simply wasn’t enough to give to the Fulong Gang, I hope you can understand."

So it’s not enough for you, and you squeeze mine, right?

Nishikou Younan certainly did not want to agree, as every percentage point represented a significant sum of money. But the situation was different from before, and the Sumiyoshi Association’s importance had diminished. Should he dare to refuse, based on Aoyama Xiu Xin’s temperament, it’s likely they’d be kicked out of the deal altogether.

Moreover, due to the Wuling Association’s affairs, the Yamaguchi Group now detested the Sumiyoshi Association. More conflicts were inevitable, and by refusing, Aoyama Xiu Xin could replace the Sumiyoshi Association with the Yamaguchi Group at any time.

"Fine!" He spat out the word with a dark face and downed a glass of wine gulpingly, his heart burning with anger.

Zhao Qinghong was all smiles, raising his glass and standing up, "I toast to you, President Xikou, with my thanks."

Nishikou Younan snorted coldly, disregarding this spineless traitor who served the Japanese.

Just like Annie looked down on Aoyama Xiu Xin.

He too had the right to look down on Zhao Qinghong.

"Police Chief Aoyama, I suddenly don’t feel well and must take my leave," Nishikou Younan said coldly, then rose to his feet and left with a swish of his sleeve.

Watching him leave, Zhao Qinghong turned back to Aoyama Xiu Xin with a smile, "I know a bit about medicine. Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation – I can tell that President Xikou is probably suffering from a sudden case of heart discomfort."

"Chairman Zhao is quite the humorist," Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed heartily, not taking Nishikou Younan’s temper to heart; after all, he indeed had gone back on his word.

But what of it?

"Ring ring! Ring ring!"

Just then, his cell phone rang.

"Moshi Moshi?" Aoyama Xiu Xin answered.

"..." After a moment of silence, Suzuki Junko’s voice came through, "Congratulations on your promotion."

"Congratulations to us both," Aoyama Xiu Xin replied with a smile.

At home, Suzuki Junko sat cross-legged on her bed, looking at a pile of flashy gardening tools in front of her, her cheeks reddening as she said, "But haven’t you forgotten something? Police Chief Aoyama."

She had been looking forward to last weekend, but Aoyama Xiu Xin had not contacted her at all, and she felt too embarrassed to ask him directly. Today, she just could not wait any longer.

Feeding the fish for Aoyama Xiu Xin last time had opened the door to a new world for her, and she was eager to delve deeper into this realm to unlock more joy.

"What’s the matter?" asked Aoyama Xiu Xin, taken aback.

Suzuki Junko, somewhat annoyed yet fiercely suppressing her shy, mosquito-like voice, said, "The weeding task."

It was probably due to the overabundance of water.

The weeds by her field were slightly overgrown.

"Oh~" Aoyama Xiu Xin suddenly realized, something he had genuinely forgotten, given his recent busyness. Having just finished drinking, the thought made him feel somewhat agitated inside. He quickly asked, "Are you available right now?"

"Mm-hmm," replied Suzuki Junko, her face and ears red with embarrassment.

"I’ll be right there." Aoyama Xiu Xin stood up and headed out without looking back, "I have to go first; settle the bill when you leave."

"Hi!" Zhao Qinghong stood up, bowed, and responded.

...

"Ah! I’m going to die! I’m going to die!"

Back at home, having hung up the phone, Suzuki Junko, red-faced and ears aflame, rolled around on the bed hugging a stuffed animal. She actually took the initiative to call Aoyama Xiu Xin to her house for this kind of thing, which was utterly embarrassing!

How could her traditional upbringing lead to such behavior?

It was all that jerk’s fault for leading her astray; she would never have thought of these weird things before.

"Idiot! Aoyama Xiu Xin, I’m going to kill you!"

She got up and proceeded to pummel the stuffed animal.

After venting, she stood up to do her makeup and choose an outfit.

When Aoyama Xiu Xin saw her, she was wearing a bun, a white t-shirt paired with a white pleated skirt, and white stockings—innocent, cute, yet sensual.

"Come in," invited Suzuki Junko with a touch of shyness on her delicate doll-like face, stepping aside.

Aoyama Xiu Xin entered and locked the door behind him.

Seeing this made Suzuki Junko’s heart flutter. She walked ahead, leading the way, and whispered, "To my room."

Aoyama Xiu Xin scurried after her enthusiastically.

Afterward, a tear-streaked Suzuki Junko kicked Aoyama Xiu Xin, lying beside her, several times and bit her silver teeth, cursing, "You bastard, why don’t you just die!"

It had mysteriously happened for the first time under such circumstances, and she hadn’t even been clear about what had happened.

She never should have covered her head out of shyness.

"Stop pretending, didn’t you call me here all prepared to be entangled with me?" Aoyama Xiu Xin bluntly exposed her faux modesty, without any courtesy.

With her thoughts laid bare, Suzuki Junko’s pretty face flushed red, and in an annoyed and embarrassed rage, she grabbed a pillow and pressed it against Aoyama Xiu Xin’s face, "I’ll kill you, you bastard!"

"Little one, you haven’t cried enough just now, huh?"

"Ah! No... I’m not coming anymore."

"Ring-ring! Ring-ring!"

The sound of the phone interrupted their pillow fight.

"It’s yours," Suzuki Junko pushed him.

Aoyama Xiu Xin stood up to answer the phone.

"Xiu Xin, are you still busy? There’s a visitor at your house," came Aoyama Haruko’s gentle voice.

"Who is it, sister-in-law?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked.

It was so late, yet they still needed to see him.

Hearing the words "sister-in-law," Suzuki Junko began to tease him, pressing against him playfully.

"It’s the boss of Takeda Fuji Company, Mr. Takai Baoyu," Aoyama Haruko replied calmly.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s brow furrowed, guessing that the other party’s personal visit must be related to the automatic loan machine. He just didn’t know what they wanted to discuss.

But with Mr. Takai’s status, he ought to have connections to directly contact Yanchuan Xianyou, right?

Why did they need to seek him out, just a go-between?

He pondered for a moment, decisively abandoning the warmth of the moment, and pushed Suzuki Junko away, "Ask Mr. Takai to wait for a moment; I will be right back to see him."

A man should prioritize his career.

"Hi!" Aoyama Haruko hung up the phone.

Aoyama Xiu Xin dressed neatly and left the Suzuki house.

Suzuki Junko cursed him as heartless behind his back.