I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 142

Yamada frowned, and raised his hand to clasp the scabbard on his cheek: "You are an expert, and I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. We also spent real money on these contracts, although we can get back this contract in the end. There's not much money, but that's also money."

Shiratori sneered: "Come on, how much is that shabby one-family house worth? I haven't seen the wives of Watanabe's family, but even if they are all beautiful, they can't make a lot of money."

Yamada: "Accounts are not calculated like this. The bad debts I packaged and bought from the bank are all pitiful. I let one go, but what about the second one? You saved the Watanabe family. Can you save other people? If you don't, then I will ask you, why? Why is the Watanabe family so special?"

Kazuma: "Because of the Watanabe family, it's a bit related to me."

"So, you have chosen one of the unlucky people." Yamada finished speaking, raising his hand and applauding slowly.

Kazuma: "Just say what you want."

"No, I very much agree with this approach, because this approach is very similar to our Jidao, very much like it. When I was still doing violent land expropriation on the front line, I once let a family off, just because of that one. The little **** gave me an orange.

"That's a very brave kid. When we came to the door fiercely, we bravely handed out the orange. At the same time, the adults in his family didn't even dare to say anything.

"Isn't your behavior the same as mine? Because of your own interests, you change the destiny of others. You are no more noble than us-unless!"

Yamada raised his hand and pointed to the nose of Kazuma: "Unless you save the poor people who hold the handle in my hand, then I respect you as a hero."

For a moment in Kazuma, I wanted to say "Let's do it this way", and then cut down the entire office.

But Shiratori held his shoulder with his hand: "Don't be impulsive, young man, don't be provoked by him. If you really cut them down, you will be the headline of the newspaper tomorrow. Remember, they are not only the extreme right now," Still a legitimate businessman."

Kazuma pouted.

At this time, Shiratori said: "If you have a way to take away the original documents they got from the bank, especially the originals with stamps, then they can only give up."

Yamada smiled and said: "Indeed, because of the original, even with the latest printing technology of Xizhi, there is no way to make it 100% like the original. You have to ask professional counterfeiting experts to hand-paint it."

Unlike most people's impressions, the most powerful method of counterfeiting for a long time is actually hand-painted.

In the Soviet Union, there was a strong man who could hand-paint the rubles. He digs the corner of the motherland with his own hand-painted rubles, but later he became lazy and only painted one side, and then piled the fake rubles together and gave them to others, and finally exposed.

In addition, there is a Chinese who once hand-painted US dollars. The US dollar mother board he made was so fake that it was almost indistinguishable from real US dollars for a long time-until the Americans innovated printing technology.

Japan also has many very powerful hand-painted counterfeiting experts, and Japanese society has natural soil for them to survive: forged seals.

These hand-painted seals forged by strong men are exactly the same as the real seals, and no one can tell them.

But these people are generally expensive.

Asking them to create a contract that would not have been exchanged for much money is obviously not worthwhile.

As long as all the originals are taken away, everyone can be rescued in one go.

Shiratori should have deliberately reminded Kazuma of this.

Yamada smiled and said: "We will put all these files in this super safe worth 10 million yen, and there will be people in the room where the safe is located. The most important thing is, who will do it for this? This kind of stuff, what about the charge of theft?"

Kazuma pouted and said to Yamada, "I just want to take away the Watanabe family's contract."

"We are not the kind of die-hard people who don't know how to work. It's not impossible to sell you a favor." Yamada put his hands together on his lap, leaning back, posing in a typical sitting posture of a big boss, "but, this thing about favor , Sometimes it can be much more valuable than money. The two are veteran criminal policemen and the other is a new star in the police circle. Is it really good to stay here for the sake of a stranger Watanabe family? "

Kazuma was about to speak, and Yamada immediately said: "Of course, we have another choice here. Our goal is only to make a profit, so as long as you give money, everything is easy to say. Watanabe's debt is one 100 million yen, we won't calculate it based on this. It's too bullying, so let's just give them the current price of the one-family building, and I can tear off the Watanabe's contract in front of you. ."

Yamada split his hands and said: "This is a very, very generous condition. They build a house and can't sell a lot of money. Normally, the Watanabe women have to be in a business that is not so legal under our group. Be a cow and a horse for a lifetime.

"Mr. Watanabe has a daughter. She is pretty good. I foresee that she might become the top club in nightclubs. Now nightclubs are very profitable. Those big companies are taking advantage of them. When discussing things, in order not to look down on people, they spend their lives desperately. Sometimes a million bottles of champagne can be opened for dozens a night."

In the bubble era, this is nothing.

The problem is that the revenue of Kazuma has not caught up with the bubble era.

Of course, his income cannot be said to be low. It is several million yen a year. However, it is really difficult for him to buy a one-family house, or a one-family house in Tokyo.

Yamada Xiao looked at Kazuma with interest: "Why, it is said that you are the future son-in-law of the Nanjo Foundation. This little money is just your pocket money? A GTR driver can't afford to buy one. Does anyone believe you?"

Kazuma turned to look at Shiratori.

Shiratori opened his mouth and said, "We will give you the money, so that the people in the Supervision Department will think that we have some improper dealings with you."

Yamada grinned: "Don't say as if you are innocent with us, Shiratori Police Department, you buy information with Jinshan Heitai all day, so you don't spend less, right?"

"Geumsan and I are both people who lived in the past." Shiratori was completely unmoved. "There is no money transaction between us. We rely on classical connections and a little alcohol to maintain."

Yamada: "The times have changed. The Shiratori Police Department now likes to make clear all the accounts. Classical morality and personal connections are no longer useful."

Kazuma: "Then what if we choose to take away this contract by favor?"

"If you are an ordinary police officer," Yamada spread his hands together, "Probably it will work. But I can't think of when I can use the favors that can mobilize a heavyweight role like you."

Kazuma was speechless, then looked up at the CCTV in the corner of the office.

"You closed-circuit television, it's not running, you can't hear the sound of electricity."

Yamada laughed: "Then do you want to bet whether this thing is working?"

"Don't bet, it's not working." Kazuma with arms akimbo, "We were attacked by the Jidao in the Jidao den, and then defended ourselves. Do you think the police will accept our testimony? The testimony of a Taoist? Of course, if there is a licensed lawyer here, his testimony may be accepted by the judge, but I guess the licensed lawyer will not be in your firm in order not to be doubted about his position. Stay for so long."

Yamada pursed his mouth and smiled slightly: "You guessed it, but how do you know that there is no lawyer here?"

Kazuma showed its own electronic watch: "Look at what time it is now. Lawyers will try their best to visit clients and clients during office hours, and avoid meeting with clients when they are generally considered private time. I But I graduated from the University of Tokyo Law School. I am very familiar with the legal jackal. One of my apprentices is now an active lawyer."

It's just that Amao's card has just been tested, and he probably won't act like a veteran lawyer, and he's not very familiar with the unspoken rules of the legal jackals.

But it's not important, Yamadsan certainly didn't know it.

Yamada sighed, "Well, is this the way the future stars of the Metropolitan Police Department deal with cases? I'm pretty good."

He stood up, walked slowly to the safe, and clicked the two turntables outside the safe.

Kazuma listened carefully to the mechanical sound of the safe, but unfortunately he didn't know anything about it. It was an impossible task to know the password by listening to the sound.

But it doesn't hurt to listen.

Finally, Yamada opened the safe, took out a stack of contracts from it, and at the same time stuffed another stack of things that he took out with the contract into the safe.

Kazuma can be seen very clearly this time, and what Yamada has stuffed in is a stack of bearer bonds.

In this era, grabbing bonds is sometimes more cost-effective than grabbing yen. First, the yen is large and heavy. Several million yen will be packed in boxes. Bonds of the same price may be thinner than a few sheets of paper.

Secondly, bonds can definitely be exchanged for money in the bubble era, so don't worry about not being exchanged after a thunderstorm.

Many robberies in this era actually robbed this kind of bonds or other "documents" that can be exchanged for money.

Of course, if you want to exchange money for this kind of thing, you have to have a "pipe", so sometimes don't wonder why those fierce thugs have been at large for so long and no one has ruled him. Maybe they are the tools of the real bosses.

Look at the domestic gangsters, they all die very fast.

Kazuma withdraws its attention from the bond-this kind of utmost in a legal cloak may have something to do with certain Japanese political figures, and temporarily collect tens of millions of yen for others. What's wrong with the bond?

He stared at the stack of contracts in Yamada's hand, and watched Yamada turn page after page.

"Here." Yamada took out the Watanabe family's contract and threw it in front of Kazuma, "Let's see if it is."

Kazuma picked up the contract and quickly confirmed the name and seal of the signatory, as well as the amount of the contract.

It was indeed the Watanabe's contract.

"Then, I'll take this contract." Kazuma rolled up the contract and raised up to Yamada, "Yes, take good care of your remaining contracts, and don't get stolen by the time. Especially. It's your safe, there is still such a thick pile of valuable bonds."

Yamada smiled and said: "The Kiryu Police Department makes up, that pile of valuable bonds is not a valuable thing, after all, they are in the same thing as this stuff."

Speaking, he raised the stack of contracts in his hand.

It seems to make sense.

Kazuma pointed to the closed-circuit television again: "That thing, it's better to let it run, you have installed it, why don't you put it on?"

"Those who can break into me and steal things, believe me, a closed-circuit television can't stop him." Yamada spread his hands, and then he reached out to Kazuma, "Although I was threatened this time Yes, but human affection is human affection, right?"

Kazuma hesitated, but still held Yamada's hand.

"Happy cooperation." Yamada grinned.

Kazuma didn't respond, released his hand and turned around and left.

Shiratori followed him: "Now send this contract to Watanabe's house, and then go and finish the meal. It's time for dinner. I'll treat you tonight."

"I never refuse a treat." Kazuma said unceremoniously.

"Okay, it's over. The restaurants I go to are not high-grade, but they taste absolutely good. This week I will try to take you to eat a few more to know the best value restaurants in Tokyo."

That night, Shiratori took the drunk Kazuma into the taxi, then stood on the side of the road and lit a cigarette, smoking it thoughtfully for a long time.

When the cigarette burned to the length of his hand, he threw the cigarette on the ground, stamped it out with one foot, and then entered the phone booth next to it.

He dialed the number directly, and after a while, the answering sound of "Moses Moses" came from there.

"Something went wrong~www.mtlnovel.com~ Kiryu did not take any drastic actions."

"That's it." The caller responded immediately, "He took drastic actions after he couldn't bear it. It's not surprising."

Shiratori continued: "It should be possible that he will steal those contracts. If so, it is normal to take the opportunity to count those valuable bonds on the thief. It depends on Yamadsan's cooperation."

"Will he really do this?"

"Didn't he drew his sword and slashed Dashin Takaho last time as we expected?"

"Playing Go, sometimes the move is not so clear. It is good to be able to do this, but it can't, and the general trend of the whole chess game will not change because of this. This is the master."

Shiratori answered vaguely, and then prepared to hang up: "Then I..."

"Shiratori-kun, how is your son's job recently?"

Shiratori was silent, and the words of goodbye were cut off abruptly, hanging in the air like a broken wire.

He continued over there: "He has reached the age of marriage. If a man his age does not get married, he will get unreliable evaluation. If he does not have a romantic partner, I will introduce him to someone who is right?"

Shiratori hesitated for a few seconds before repliing, "Thank you very much, I will trouble you."

"Well, you can rest assured."

The other side paused.

"Shiratori-kun,"

After a long pause, the people over there continued to say: "This is how the world works. You should teach that Kiryu early. It is a pity that he is so much. If he is our companion, the future will be immeasurable. Wait for him sixty. Years old, it is possible for the Superintendent of Police and even the Minister of Justice."

Shiratori was silent for a few seconds before repliing muffledly: "Well, I will."

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