Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 438 - 386: Great to Be a Father! The Chemistry Teacher’s Wealth-Making Experience (Requesting Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month!)

Chapter 438: Chapter 386: Great to Be a Father! The Chemistry Teacher’s Wealth-Making Experience (Requesting Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month!)

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. The headquarters of the Great Han Min National Group in Japan also featured Japanese-style decor, with a room separated by Changzi Gate behind the altar.

Aoyama Xiu Xin and Tangong Huizi were alone together.

"It really was thanks to Police Chief Aoyama’s intervention just now that I am deeply grateful," Tangong Huizi said as she sat opposite Aoyama Xiu Xin, bowing deeply.

As she bowed, the neckline of her kimono opened slightly, revealing a splendid sight that stirred the soul.

A wealthy and generous woman.

Aoyama Xiu Xin, with a smile that was not quite a smile, toyed with the teacup in his hand, his tone casual, "Gratitude isn’t just expressed with words. What do you think, President Tangong?"

Some practical action had to be taken.

"Police Chief, today is my father’s funeral. Can we change the date?" Tangong Huizi instantly understood, her face flushed red, and she subconsciously turned her head to glance at the tightly closed Changzi Gate, behind which lay her father’s coffin and altar.

One could faintly see the figures of many mourners.

Although she was provocatively seductive, she was quite averse to engaging in such acts behind her father’s altar.

Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled softly but said nothing.

If it were not for this opportune day, he wouldn’t have been interested, but today was the day he wanted!

Tangong Huizi bit her red lips and, ultimately, shyly closed her eyes, "Please, Police Chief, help yourself."

"Hey! Then I’ll start!" Aoyama Xiu Xin stood up, walked over, bent down to pick her up, and placed her in front of Changzi Gate, where they could already hear the voice of Cui Yuanzhe thanking the guests from the altar.

"Condolences and be strong."

"Hey! Thanks a lot."

Soon, a sobbing voice behind Changzi Gate attracted the attention of everyone inside the altar.

Everyone looked at each other, suddenly thinking an absurd thought—could it be? Could it really be?

Tangong Huizi was terrified, her face pale as death, but then she quickly came up with an idea and began to fake cry, "Ah! Wah wah wah, my father passed away prematurely, and he didn’t manage to make the necessary arrangements before his death, ahem, thanks to Police Chief Aoyama for standing up for me just now, otherwise I, a weak woman, really wouldn’t know what to do, wah wah wah, Police Chief~"

"Huh—" Hearing this sobbing and nasal speech, the crowd inside the altar breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out they had thought too much.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s lips curved, he stretched out his hand to grab Tangong Huizi’s hair and pulled it back, leaning down to whisper, "Very clever."

Tangong Huizi was a mix of embarrassment and anger, only able to resort to fake crying and sentimental outbursts.

Half an hour later, Tangong Huizi was lying on the ground with lifeless eyes, looking utterly broken.

Aoyama Xiu Xin closed the crack of Changzi Gate.

"Who was that arrogant young man just now?"

Now he finally had time to discuss official matters.

Tangong Huizi regained a bit of consciousness, struggled to sit up, and replied weakly, "His name is Zhao Yongcheng. He is a representative of the Mujin Chamber of Commerce and the third son of the president of the Mujin Chamber of Commerce. The Civilian Corps receives all its economic and political support from domestically through the Mujin Chamber of Commerce."

"Oh." Aoyama Xiu Xin was noncommittal.

This Mujin Chamber of Commerce might be significant in South Korea.

But could it influence the Japanese Government? Perhaps in the past, it could influence some Japanese bureaucrats through the Civilian Corps, but now the Civilian Corps was on his side, so he didn’t consider offending the Mujin Chamber of Commerce a big deal.

Tangong Huizi continued, "It must be Director Huang’s unchecked ambition. He contacted the Mujin Chamber of Commerce privately and promised them substantial benefits and rewards in exchange for their support, looking to catch me unprepared."

"If you can think of it, other directors can too. The promises Director Huang is making are actually meant to betray the interests of the Civilian Corps, to betray everyone’s interests! Today, he failed to ascend to power with the support of Zhao Yongcheng and won’t have another chance," said Aoyama Xiu Xin, stroking her sweaty thigh. "All you need to do is quickly take total control of the Civilian Corps, and that so-called Mujin Chamber of Commerce will naturally acknowledge your authority."

After all, they certainly do not want the Civilian Corps to split.

So, the one who came today was Zhao Yongcheng, this naif. As the son of the president, his position could be seen as either high or low.

If Director Huang had successfully taken power, that would have been the best outcome. If he failed, they could just say that it was all Zhao Yongcheng acting on his own and deal with him accordingly.

Tangong Huizi bowed and responded, "Yes!"

"Since Chairman Cui has died, those Japanese bureaucrats who have collaborated with the Civilian Corps are undoubtedly watching and waiting, with many possibly wanting to take the opportunity to break away from control of the Civilian Corps. You need to quickly show genuine sincerity to stabilize their hearts, letting them know you aim for a win-win cooperation, not unilateral control," continued Aoyama Xiu Xin.

No bureaucrat likes to be controlled, especially by a group of foreigners, as it means that all they possess is as fragile as a reflection in water, liable to collapse at any moment.

Tangong Huizi hugged him tightly, "I’m already working on it, but they may find it hard to believe in the short term. However, as long as I stabilize them, they will eventually see that I am different from my father."

"Poor thing, losing a father, President Tangong must be very sad now." Aoyama Xiu Xin suddenly showed a look of pity and said something completely irrelevant.

Tangong Huizi was bewildered, "Huh?"

She couldn’t keep up with his train of thought.

"It’s okay, from now on President Tangong can treat me as a father. I will give you plenty of paternal love," Aoyama Xiu Xin said softly.

He was just that kind-hearted, feeling sympathy for her loss of a father, so he decided to become a father figure for her.

Tangong Huizi: "..."

She slightly parted her red lips and called out, "Daddy."

.........

By midday, Zhao Yongcheng and his party were released.

A high-ranking official from the police department had arranged it, and afterwards, he even made a special phone call to Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Aoyama Xiu Xin naturally understood, as he hadn’t expected such a trivial matter to detain an internationally connected figure like Zhao Yongcheng for long, especially since he hadn’t been at a disadvantage in the conflict and had actually benefited from it.

By making a special call, the leader was giving him face; could they not release them without calling him? Thus, he certainly couldn’t overstep.

"Barbaric! Ignorant! A violent country!"

Zhao Yongcheng made such a remark about Japan before boarding the plane leaving Tokyo, evidently forgetting that he had wielded power in South Korea just as Aoyama Xiu Xin did.

After the funeral of Cui Guiwen.

Next came the wedding of Nakamura Shinichi.

His fiancée’s family was somewhat better off than his, but they weren’t exceptionally wealthy or noble either.

Thus, the wedding was much smaller compared to the two Aoyama Xiu Xin had attended before, and he was the highest-status attendee there.

Nakamura Shinichi was keen on making friends, and many who came to the wedding were rank-and-file police officers.

When Aoyama Xiu Xin handed over a set of BMW car keys to Nakamura Shinichi as a wedding gift in full view of everyone, the crowd cast envious glances.

Working for Police Chief Aoyama was truly rewarding!

As Nakamura Shinichi’s bride, Yoshino Hezi’s vanity was greatly satisfied.

That evening, she was completely submissive to Nakamura Shinichi.

Nakamura Shinichi also felt deeply grateful to Aoyama Xiu Xin, so much so that when he received his transfer order to the Hokkaido Police Headquarters Criminal Department three days after the wedding, he harbored no complaints, only reluctance.

"Hezi, can you really not come with me to Hokkaido? We’ve just gotten married, I don’t want to be apart from you," Nakamura Shinichi said sadly, holding his suitcase beside the car before leaving.

Yoshino Hezi hugged him briefly, caressing his face and said, "Husband, there’s a saying that a great man aspires to travel widely. Police Chief Aoyama thinks so highly of you, how can you be indulgent in sentimentality? Work hard in Hokkaido, and I’ll wait for your return at home. Consider it enduring some hardship for our future happiness."

"Then I’m imposing this hardship on you so soon after getting married," Nakamura Shinichi said, deeply moved by his wife’s understanding and supportive of his career. He kissed her, then placed his luggage in the car and drove away.

Meanwhile, in a shabby laboratory in Sapporo City, Hokkaido, a person in protective gear took off his mask, looking at the newly concocted batch of crystal meth with a trace of relief on his face.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a leather coat stepped in, eagerly asking, "Teacher Jing Shang, how did it go?"

Jing Shang pointed towards the crystal meth on the workbench.

"Yoshi! It’s practically an art piece!" The leather-clad middle-aged man dashed over eagerly, swiftly extracting taste-testing tools from his pocket. After taking a sniff, his face twitched slightly, and he breathed rapidly, it took him a good while to recover, his expression excited and euphoric he exclaimed, "This is prime stuff! Based on my years of experience with meth, nothing on the market right now can beat the purity and low cost of our product! Teacher Jing Shang, are you ready to say goodbye to poverty?"

The middle-aged man in leather, Miyazaki Yu, owned a bar and had accidentally become addicted to meth. As his wallet grew thinner, he knew he couldn’t continue like this.

Otherwise, he would sooner or later go bankrupt.

A normal person might consider quitting meth, but his thought process was different; he chose to manufacture meth. It not only satisfied his needs but also allowed him to make money from selling it.

Therefore, he approached Jing Shang, his son’s chemistry teacher, who was very poor. Under the sizable monetary temptation, Jing Shang agreed to help him make crystal meth. Their first stint resulted in an extremely high-purity batch.

Miyazaki Yu tried selling it in his bar and quickly sold out, but this also made him a target for another gang. Their display of force and rich criminal experience gave Jing Shang a greater sense of security, and they also promised a higher share. Thinking of the benefits, Jing Shang abandoned Miyazaki Yu and agreed to collaborate with them.

But a few days ago, that gang had been killed while trying to round up their startup funds, forcing Jing Shang to turn back to Miyazaki Yu.

In the laboratory funded by Miyazaki Yu,

After numerous trials and adjustments in the formulation, Jing Shang managed to create a product even purer than their first batch.

From that day onward, a new kind of crystal meth began to spread from Sapporo City to the entire Hokkaido.

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