Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 401 - 357: Aoyama Xiu Xin, the Awakener’s Fury

Chapter 401: Chapter 357: Aoyama Xiu Xin, the Awakener’s Fury

"230 million in US dollars?" Dongye Yuusei had never thought that Aoyama Xiu Xin would buy his shares, so he was initially stunned, then felt a mix of anger and speechlessness, "Mr. Aoyama, forgive my frankness, do you know how much my company is worth?"

Selling his 40 percent ownership for 230 million US dollars would be like giving it away.

He might be foolish, but he still had that much awareness.

"Of course I know, I also know that the stock price of East Field Construction Corporation has been falling and might be worth even less than 230 million in the future." Aoyama Xiu Xin turned and walked toward his office chair, speaking indifferently with his back to him.

Currently in Japan, the stock prices of many listed companies were falling, except for those like Nozawa Financial Corporation whose core business was lending. The worse other companies fell, the faster they rose, because the more people unemployed, the more there were relying on loans for their daily expenses.

Dongye Yuusei instinctively followed him, leaning on the desk with both hands and speaking grimly, "Who can tell the future? Besides, I never planned to sell what my father left behind."

Although he was now a gambler, he still wanted to revive the East Field Construction Corporation in honor of his father’s legacy.

"Mr. Dongye!" Aoyama Xiu Xin sat down in the office chair, crossed his arms on the desk, and looked at him with a smile, "How can it be called selling? It is merely temporary custody with me. Gambling is unpredictable; if you turn around your fortunes with this 30 million, you can buy it back later. After all, there’s a Chinese saying, ’No child cries all the time, and no gambler loses forever.’"

"What I wanted was never East Field Construction Corporation itself, just your assurance and attitude, after all, forgive my frankness, due to the overall economic environment the consistent drop in East Field’s stock price doesn’t make it a prime asset to hold long-term. As long as you can repay, I’d be glad to sell it back to you."

Dongye Yuusei’s expression alternated between clear and cloudy, battling internally. He couldn’t believe his luck was always that bad, and he had won before, but each victory led to greater greed, ultimately resulting in even more significant losses.

If only he could restrain himself the next time he won, stop in time, he could eventually win back what he had lost, and then repurchase his shares.

As long as he won back what he had lost, he would quit gambling!

"Fine! Let’s do as you say." Dongye Yuusei took a deep breath and gritted his teeth in agreement.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s lips curved upward, he clapped his hands and stood up, "Mr. Dongye, that’s very straightforward of you! Just this attitude makes me believe you’re not the type to borrow and not repay, and I can rest easy lending you the 30 million."

Dongye Yuusei forced a smile, not wanting to waste words with him, "When do we sign the contract?"

He had already lost far too much, and the money lost couldn’t be quickly earned back through legitimate means; his only hope was to win it back through gambling.

The mentality of gamblers worldwide is largely the same.

They sometimes feel they can control themselves, but if they really could, they wouldn’t end up as gamblers.

"I know you’re in a hurry, let me arrange it for you right now. Go to Nozawa Finance and find Nozawa Yi, I’ll call her," Aoyama Xiu Xin said as he picked up the phone.

Dongye Yuusei nodded, bowed politely, said "Thank you," and then turned to leave.

As the office door closed, Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled lightly, made a call to Nozawa Yi, directing her to arrange the contract signing with Dongye Yuusei.

After hanging up, he slowly exhaled. Dongye Yuusei’s value had been completely drained; there was no need for further interactions with him anymore—they were unrelated.

Such was the reality of a ruthless man.

.........

Meanwhile, in Osaka City, Osaka Prefecture.

In the office, Director Chongtian Xingping of Osaka Prefecture Police Headquarters was on the phone to a friend at Police Headquarters, "Hi, alright, alright, goodbye."

As he hung up the phone he turned to the sofa across from him where Tanaka Guikuma sat, and said, "The investigation team hasn’t released any clues or suspects yet; it seems they haven’t suspected Manager Du Bian yet. I’ll have my friend at Police Headquarters keep me updated on the investigation’s progress."

Tanaka had informed him just yesterday morning that the five female bodies that were dug up belonged to people from the Home of Love, and he was nervous too because, as a controller of Osaka Prefecture’s police forces, he had also accepted sexual bribes from Tanaka Guikuma.

Such matters feared the scenario where pulling out one radish brings up the entire mud.

If Police Headquarters traced the trail from the five female bodies to Du Bian, and from Du Bian to Tanaka Guikuma, all other involved parties would be doomed.

"Then I’m counting on you, Director Chongtian, at this critical juncture, we all need to cooperate and stick together," Tanaka Guikuma said as he sipped from the tea cup on the desk and sighed deeply in a heartfelt way.

"Of course, we are all grasshoppers on the same rope," Chongtian Xingping said with a solemn nod, then suggested, "Since the investigation team hasn’t found anything on Manager Du Bian yet, it’s best to hold our position for now. Excessive actions can lead to mistakes and inadvertently give clues to an investigation team that lacks a breakthrough."

"I was thinking the same thing, even you, Director Chongtian, as a professional think so, so let’s do that," Tanaka Guikuma agreed, rubbing the smooth bright prayer beads in his hand - he believed in Buddha.

Then, changing his tone, "But we must also prepare for the worst-case scenario. Manager Du Bian holds a distinguished position and has helped us a lot over the years, but we can’t let him drag us all into his grave, can we?"

His power base was in Osaka Prefecture, which he ran securely, benefiting almost exclusively their own people; eliminating Du Bian at the crucial moment would ensure their safe landing.

"This..." Chongtian Xingping hesitated slightly, Du Bian was a high-ranking bank manager, killing him could have endless problems, and since Tanaka Guikuma was discussing this with him, it meant he was expected to take action.

Thus, he was somewhat reluctant.

But then again, if Manager Du Bian brought everyone down with him, his own fate wouldn’t be good either. Considering this, it might be better to take a gamble and kill him to silence him. He nodded and responded, "President Tanaka’s words are wise indeed. The trouble was caused by Manager Du Bian. We will do our best to remedy it, but if it’s beyond our capability, we can only ask him to leave first."

"I knew Director Chongtian was a man of responsibility. Otherwise, how could he maintain such excellent public order in Osaka Prefecture?" President Tanaka Guikuma laughed heartily, then added, "By the way, it’s the usual time tonight. The girls are looking forward to seeing their uncles and grandfathers again; they are longing for it."

"This... President Tanaka, perhaps we should not this time?" Thinking of those fragile and delicate bodies of the young girls and their pitiful eyes, Chongtian Xingping was somewhat tempted, but reason made him restrain himself.

Tanaka Guikuma dismissed it casually, stood up, and patted Chongtian Xingping on the shoulder, "Detective division one hasn’t even found Manager Du Bian yet. This fire won’t reach Osaka Prefecture for a while. Drink as usual, dance as usual—as long as I’m here, the sky of Osaka won’t collapse."

With those words, he left without looking back.

More than ever during such critical moments, he needed everyone to unite closely and overcome the difficulties together.

"Hi!" Chongtian Xingping bowed deeply.

Leaving the Osaka Prefecture Police Headquarters, Tanaka Guikuma got into the car and closed his eyes to rest, muttering lightly, "Tell Gangcun Xiu to make arrangements for tonight."

"Hi!" the copilot, who was the driver, responded respectfully.

Upon receiving instructions from Tanaka Guikuma, Gangcun Xiu, the director of the orphanage "Home of Compassion," immediately announced that there would be a thank-you banquet organized tonight at the orphanage. Invitations were sent out to long-time donors to attend and children were organized to perform in shows, genuinely expressing gratitude.

These kinds of events were often held by the Home of Compassion and were the days that the children loved the most because they could eat, drink, play, and be merry. However, this was not the case for some of the older boys and girls of the Home of Compassion.

Don’t ask why there were still young boys.

Because among the powerful people, there were not only men. Moreover, who said men didn’t like little boys?

After all, Japanese men’s fondness for little boys has historical roots because little boys are passionately explosive!

Inside the auditorium of the Home of Compassion, dozens of handsome young boys and girls were gathered. Some of them had faint scars visible on their legs and arms.

Dressed in a suit and looking dapper, Gangcun Xiu stood on the stage and addressed the crowd below, "There’s a thank-you banquet tonight, and you all need to attend."

At this declaration, the crowd below showed varied expressions.

Some displayed fear, some were numb, others looked bewildered, and some were indifferent, even happy about it.

"Thanks to these philanthropists, you have food and clothing. Without their consistent donations, where would you be now? One must always be grateful and repay kindness. Whoever behaves well and is adopted by them will have even better days ahead. So, you must obey and meet their needs as much as possible."

"If anyone disobeys, then don’t expect to eat for the next week! Don’t be too selfish, and don’t cause everyone to lose their support because of one person. Then you would be the sinner of the Home of Compassion!"

For years, Gangcun Xiu had used this brainwashing technique, describing the powerful people’s abuse as a way to repay their benefactors.

He even claimed that those who died or never returned were adopted and went on to lead better lives.

But in reality, they were buried in the cold soil.

Of course, there indeed were some who were adopted, but they ultimately ended up as private playthings.

Here, they were all commodities.

Gangcun Xiu relied on selling them to achieve financial freedom.

"Alright, go and get ready. Keep your spirits up; there’s a talent show segment tonight." Gangcun Xiu, smiling pleasantly, wanted to shape these people into what the powerful liked, and showcasing talent was essential.

Everyone bowed in unison and watched Gangcun Xiu leave the auditorium before dispersing, either quietly in small groups or engaging in intense discussions.

Suzuki Makoto was among those who were silent.

Now seventeen, she belonged to the older group in the Home of Compassion. Though brainwashed from a young age and restricted in movements.

As she grew older and occasionally was sent to the homes of these powerful people to "repay" them, she had the chance to see the correct side of the world and realized her actions were not right.

She wasn’t aware of this concept when she was younger.

At first, she naively thought she was repaying the kindness of the donors. Although it was painful, she was willing to accept it and was even happy to repay these benefactors.

Later, she vaguely realized something was wrong and began to feel a subconscious resistance but was still too scared to rebel and forcibly endured the reality.

Eventually, she realized that it was wrong and abnormal; they had all been violated—those benefactors were criminals!

Then came disgust and hatred, and with each violation, her inner hatred deepened. She wanted revenge; revenge on these beasts!

And tonight was the beginning of her revenge.

Suzuki Makoto walked emotionlessly through the crowd towards the hall’s main door. The moment she stepped out, a cold wind swept through, fluttering her hair, but she was indifferent, her pace unwavering, her gaze as icy as the chilling wind.

Meanwhile, Nakamura Shinichi led four capable assistants as they exited the highway and arrived in Osaka City.