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- "Don't be anxious, speak slowly, I'll listen." Hearing Cao Mu's slightly anxious words, I couldn't help but frown slightly, turned sideways and dodged Conan, and whispered.
The original owner of Caomu Guanjia was the president of a club. He had seen many storms in his life. If it hadn't been a very difficult situation, I believe that with his experienced experience, he would never have called me.
¡°The merger and acquisition that was already a done deal actually had complications again, which made me a little irritable.
"That's it." Cao Mu took a deep breath and calmed down. Then, a deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "Actually, yesterday afternoon, a group of people suddenly broke into our company's entrance. The president¡¯s office said they want us to pay management fees"
"management fee?"
"Yes, that group of people claim to be the managers of the town. There are about a dozen people. Each one is wearing a suit and leather shoes, and is equipped with a gun. They look like they are coming with bad intentions."
"City manager? Are you from the government?"
That¡¯s not quite right. I remember that a series of fees required for company registration should have been settled, and there are no problems with taxation
"No, those people didn't show us any government documents, they just emphasized to us that if we refuse to pay the management fee, the company will not be able to operate normally." At this point, Cao Mu's voice hesitated, as if he was hesitant to speak. .
"What did you think of? Go on." Regardless of whether it is right or wrong, Cao Mu's long life experience can provide good help for my thinking.
"I feel that these people are more like robbers than managers"
"Haha, of course those people are robbers. They broke into the office and demanded money. What are they if they are not robbers?" I couldn't help laughing sarcastically.
"No, Master, I mean, looking at the style of those people, they look more like people in the underworld." Butler Caomu corrected me.
"The underworld? Are they from the Yamaguchi-gumi? Do those people wear the badges of the Yamaguchi-gumi?" I confirmed to Kusaki slightly seriously.
It wouldn¡¯t be surprising if they were members of the Yamaguchi-gumi, but in recent years, the police have been very strict in investigating the underworld, so the Yamaguchi-gumi shouldn¡¯t be so blatant.
"They shouldn't be from the Yamaguchi-gumi." Kusaki said with certainty: "I have dealt with the Yamaguchi-gumi before and I am very familiar with their logos. When those people came to the company, they did not have any logos on them."
"There's no logo? That's strange Is it a newly established small organization?" I asked Caomu with some uncertainty.
¡°Nowadays, Japan¡¯s yakuza organizations are working hard to launder their names, and their actions are very disciplined. This kind of situation of directly breaking into people¡¯s homes and asking for money has not been heard of for many years.
Caomu¡¯s answer was as hesitant as mine: ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Master, I¡¯m not very sure either.¡±
"How much do they want?" In short, ask them what they want first. If it's not much, just treat it like a beggar. In the early days of a company, it's better to avoid troublesome things if you can, and it's better to keep a low profile.
""
"What's wrong?"
¡°¡One billion.¡±
"Huh?" When I heard Cao Mu's words, I couldn't help but jump twice. I haven't been sleeping very well recently. I may have auditory hallucinations in my ears. Anyway, I should cheer up first.
"They want one billion, young master." Cao Mu's wry smile came from the phone: "And we have to pay it all within a month, otherwise they will cause trouble for us."
"One billionhehehe. Needless to say, find the seven deadly sins and kill them." I said to the phone fiercely.
One billion They dare to think, if they are so short of money, why don't they rob a bank? A small organization that doesn't even have a name dares to rip me off. It's really reckless!
"Master, this"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I'm so angry." Seeing that Conan seemed to be alarmed by the movement on my side, I quickly ran away and asked the grass and trees: "Anyway, let's call the police first."
"We already called the police yesterday, but the police said we had no evidence and could not file a case for investigation." Cao Mu's voice was full of helplessness.
"Evidence?! We are being blackmailed, and we are actually asked to provide evidence ourselves?!" I almost screamed, the anger that had just subsided was about to rise again.
No, no, I need to calm down.
Reaching out and slapping my face twice, I said to Caomu: "I roughly understand the matter. How much idle funds does our company have on its books now?"
"Probably less than a billion."
"In other words, we can't meet each other's requirements even if we lose everything? I understand." After a moment of thought, I said to Caomu: "Since the police don't care, we can only rely on ourselves. Didn't they give us A month? In short, you should deal with them first. In addition, our surveillance cameras should have captured photos of those people, right? "
"Yes, I got it."
"Send it to my email first. I'll think of a solution first and then contact you later."
"Okay, Master."
"If they are pressed hard, give them some money first, within ten million, tell them that we are still working hard to raise money, and let them wait." After thinking about it, in order to avoid possible conflicts, I added He told the grass and trees.
"Okay, Master, I understand." Cao Mu responded first, and then after a while, he asked me hesitantly: "Since Master has some very powerful friends, why don't you just blackmail those people again?" At that time, what about arresting those people and taking them to the Metropolitan Police Department?"
There is no doubt that those "powerful friends" in Cao Mu's mouth refer to those people in the "Seven Deadly Sins". However, I cannot agree to Cao Mu's proposal: "You stabilize them first. My intuition tells me that this Things are not that simple, and we should not act rashly until we know the details of those people."
"Well, then, young master, be careful when you are done."
"Well, you too, if you have any questions, please call me."
After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Yes, on the surface, this incident seems to be just an ordinary gangster organization's extortion incident. The fastest way to solve it is to directly eliminate those who use the "Seven Deadly Sins" to fight violence with violence, use evil to eat evil. Those small organizations eliminate trouble, but I always feel that there seems to be something unusual in it that cannot be solved with such a simple and crude method.
Does a blackmail case require the victim to provide evidence before it can be filed? Let¡¯s not talk about whether there is such a provision in the Six Laws (Japanese legal encyclopedia: "Six Laws Encyclopedia"). Our company was established in the name of a foreigner recruited from Fidel. It is considered a foreign businessman. According to the Commercial Law, The Japanese government departments should have given us special treatment, but in fact, judging from this incident, the police have a very cold attitude towards us.
?????????????????? Even if it¡¯s evidence of medicine, the photos and videos taken by the monitors in Cao Mu¡¯s hands should be enough.
"But in the face of such obvious evidence, the people from the Metropolitan Police Department didn't even ask a few questions. They directly insisted that the evidence was insufficient and refused to file the case. This is a bit abnormal.
????????????????????????? The company only has one billion left on its books, and those people want one billion. What a coincidence, are they just casual lions opening their mouths, or have they already anticipated our situation?
If it was intentional, then what was their purpose in deliberately asking us for money that we couldn¡¯t pay?
I originally thought that if I set up a small company in Tokyo, a world-class metropolis full of rich people, no one would pay attention to it. I didn¡¯t expect that the company would encounter such a trouble as soon as it was established. It was really disappointing to me. I have a headache.
Well, it¡¯s useless to think so much now. I¡¯d better wait for Cao Mu to send me the information, and I¡¯ll study it before making a decision.
Seeing on the other side, the conversation between Conan and the little boy had come to an end. I walked up and patted Conan on the shoulder: "How? Let's talk to kids of the same age. Are there more people pretending to be kids? Experience and tricks?¡±
"Go!" Conan knocked my hand away and rolled his eyes at me: "I was just asking the kid about Teacher Jingshan's recent situation."
"Then what's the result?"
"In fact, the child didn't just come today, but was secretly taken with him by his mother, Miss Noriko, for several days. According to the child, Teacher Jingshan has been in good spirits recently. As long as it doesn't rain, he goes to the bamboo forest almost every day. Sketch." Conan said solemnly.
"Is there anything strange about this?" I looked at Conan strangely.
"Of course it's strange. Judging from what the child said, Teacher Jingshan has no thoughts of committing suicide at all. On the contrary, Teacher Jingshan's desire to paint is still very strong. How could such a person want to commit suicide?"
"I can't say for sure. Maybe they have some troubles in their hearts?" I shrugged in disbelief at Conan's words.
"Maybe. Speaking of which, who were you talking to just now"
"Conan, Xiaohui we are about to go in, follow us quickly."
Conan was about to ask me about the phone call when he was interrupted by Xiaolan's words. I gave Conan a "you know" look.After acknowledging Xiaolan, she followed everyone into Hayaka Shizuyama's house, leaving Conan alone there sighing depressedly.
Although there was some minor unpleasantness before entering the house, at the banquet hosted by Zaohe House, everyone still forgot about that little bit of disharmony. They drank wine, talked and laughed, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves. Behind Hayaka Shizuyama, an ink painting of Mount Fuji stands out. It is said that this painting was painted by Shizuyama Hayaka at the request of a company.
After Uncle Maori praised the painting several times, he drank one cup after another.
Actually, sometimes I really feel that being like a Maori uncle, you can forget all your sorrows with a bottle of wine and have no idea where you are, which may not be a bad thing.
Like me, I don¡¯t even dare to get drunk.
It started raining outside at some point, and it seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and my mood was just like the weather, gloomy.
The photos of the plants and trees have just been sent to my mobile phone. Taking advantage of the excuse of going to the toilet, I carefully observed the photos in the mailbox, but the conclusion I came to made me not optimistic.
Judging from the photos and videos, those people are definitely not ordinary gangsters. Everyone has a hint of decisiveness and ability in their movements. They are definitely people with military experience.
The army is a very strange place. As long as you go in and stay for a while, you will get the habits of the army. Your behavior will be different from ordinary people, with an indescribable sense of competence. This feeling is unique to those who have come into contact with soldiers. , or those who have been soldiers themselves, feel particularly deeply.
A mafia organization with many soldiers? It¡¯s not simple when you think about it.
In addition, another thing that concerns me is that in the video, the waists of those people are all bulging. If nothing else, what is hidden there is the gun that Cao Mu said.
"It's a pity that those people didn't show their guns. Otherwise, I could start from the source of the guns and find out where these people came from."
Japan's gun control laws are very strict. Except for the Self-Defense Forces and the police, ordinary people are not allowed to possess firearms other than shotguns and air rifles. Even the Yamaguchi-gumi have to do it secretly when they get some thermal weapons. How dare these people carry them? It¡¯s really surprising to see a gun swaggering around in broad daylight.
With a team of veterans, a large number of firearms, and highly targeted actions
This organization is not simple.
After thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel lucky that I didn't act impulsively and directly order the "Seven Deadly Sins" to attack the visitor. If you act recklessly, you will be happy, and the newly established company may not be able to survive.
"These people are just right in not letting outsiders analyze their identity information from their behavior, but also letting others know that they are not easy to mess with from various clues. This kind of precision is really just right.
Alas, so annoying, what is the way for those people?
"Xiaohui, what are you thinking about? I called you several times, but you didn't hear me?" I was having a headache, and Xiaolan's voice suddenly came into my ears.
"Ah? Sorry, sorry, I was a little distracted for a while. Sister Xiaolan, what did you just say?" When I came back to my senses, I scratched my head and smiled apologetically at Xiaolan.
"It's okay, it's okay. I just saw that you haven't eaten much and I want to remind you." Xiaolan waved her hands repeatedly and looked at me with concern in her eyes: "Is it because you didn't sleep because of the juice yesterday? ?Xiaohui, your face doesn¡¯t look good, and your appetite isn¡¯t very good either.¡±
"It's okay, Sister Xiaolan, I'm fine Well, this sushi is delicious!" In order to prevent Xiaolan from worrying too much, I quickly picked up a piece of sushi from the table and stuffed it into my mouth.
"Really, don't eat too hastily, or you might choke." Seeing me devouring the food, Xiaolan smiled fondly, picked up a tissue, crossed Conan, and wiped my mouth for me.
"Cough cough cough cough." Conan suddenly started coughing.
"Conan, what's wrong with you? Did Conan choke on the drink he just drank?" Xiaolan looked anxious, left me, and started looking at me again.
I:"¡¡"
I am really impressed by Conan¡¯s integrity.
I finally understand, this guy basically only has two forms in daily life: the famous detective who knows everything; and Xiaolan¡¯s jealous person.
But having said that, why does the atmosphere at the dinner table seem a bit subtle?
Kuroki, who had been urging people to drink just now, now sat in his seat with an embarrassed expression and said nothing, while Shizuyama Hayaka sat on the main seat with a serious face, drinking wine silently.
¡°???, what happened at the dinner table just now? "I stretched out my elbow and poked Conan next to me. This guy, from the very beginning, had an expression of enlightenment on his face, enjoying Xiaolan's care, and didn't know what to tell me about the current situation.
"Oh, you're talking about that. Just now, Uncle Maori suggested that Mr. Kuroki participate in a painting competition in his own name for Mr. Hayaka as a judge, but Mr. Hayaka rejected it. Mr. Hayaka said that Mr. Kuroki's painting skills are not good enough. You need to continue practicing when you get home." Conan explained to me casually while picking up things with one chopstick or another.
"That's it." No wonder the atmosphere is so strange.
But it doesn¡¯t matter, since Uncle Maori is here, this kind of stalemate won¡¯t last long. With this method, I looked at Uncle Maori's position.
Uncle Mouri did not disappoint me. He was obviously drunk, with a blush on his face, singing a country slang song that I didn¡¯t know where he had learned, and it was still an out-of-tune version. He successfully made Hayaga Shizuyama¡¯s originally His gloomy complexion became even more difficult to look at.
"Uncle? Uncle! Stop singing! Stop singing!" I turned away and tugged on Uncle Maori's clothes, hoping that he would wake up.
Really, you feel a little self-conscious if you sing out of tune, okay? Look at Conan, every time he sings well, he doesn't have any self-consciousness.
"This wine is really good~ By the way, Teacher Shizuyama!" I don't know if it was because of my tugging at the corner of my clothes, but Uncle Mouri suddenly stopped his unpleasant singing and said slightly excitedly to Hayaka Shizuyama: "Teacher, please Make a simple portrait of us!"
"Thiscan't do it tonight." Hayaka Shizuyama had obviously drank a lot of wine. His face was red and his eyes were hazy. He hesitated for a moment and then rejected Uncle Maori's suggestion.
"Please, teacher! When we were in Tokyo, didn't you often draw portraits of us casually? Just do it the same as before!" Uncle Mouri clasped his hands and begged Hayaka Shizuyama.
Seeing Uncle Maori looking at him with an expectant expression, Hayaka Shizuyama reluctantly picked up his drawing board and pen and started copying to Xiaolan.
But a moment later, the blood on Hayaka Shizuyama's face, which had been glowing just now, turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. Immediately afterwards, Jingshan's painting brush stopped, and his originally happy expression suddenly became furious. He tore off the paper on the drawing board, crumpled it into a ball and threw it out.
"No!" Hayaka Shizuyama covered his trembling right hand, his face full of frustration.
"Teacher" Uncle Mouri was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and immediately apologized to Hayaka Shizuyama Tsuchita: "I'm sorry, teacher! I was talking nonsense while I was drunk!"
¡°It¡¯s okay, it¡¯s none of your business, but my drinking ability has been getting worse recently, hahaha¡± Hayaka Shizuyama smiled reluctantly.
Seeing that the atmosphere was about to turn bad, Kuroki who was on the side quickly changed the subject and said to Hayaka Shizuyama: "Teacher, shall we go fishing tomorrow?"
Uncle Maori hurriedly agreed: "What a great idea, Teacher Jingshan, please let us go fishing with you tomorrow?"
"Fishing, it seems like I haven't fished for a long time" It could be seen that Shizuyama Hayaka also wanted to end the topic of painting early. He thought about Kuroki's proposal for a while and then agreed.
So, the atmosphere of the banquet became harmonious again.
Not long after, Hayaka Shizuyama left the table and went back to his room to rest, citing the fact that he was too drunk. As soon as the old man left, Xiaolan and Kuroki locked their eyes on Uncle Maori at the same time.
"Dad! You were too rude to Teacher Jingshan just now!"
"That's it! Mr. Mori! If you do this, the teacher will be very sad!"
"Do you two think I was really drunk and talking nonsense just now?" Faced with the two people's accusations, Uncle Maori, who looked drunk just now, suddenly became serious, and his eyes burst out with bright light. Half drunk?
"I was just acting and wanted to see how well Teacher Jingshan's painting skills are now. Unexpectedly, Teacher Jingshan can no longer draw." Uncle Maori sighed, showing a slightly melancholy expression. .
"That's it! Mr. Maori is indeed a famous detective! I'm sorry, I wrongly blamed you!" The two suddenly realized, and Kuroki showed great admiration to Uncle Maori.
I reached out and took out the crumpled paper, unfolded it, and saw a crooked, trembling bust of a woman in front of me.
"I see, no wonder Mr. Kuroki said that Teacher Jingshan has suicidal tendencies. Such a change is really too cruel for a painter." Conan, who came to me and looked at the painting with me, sighed.
"Well, I hope the rain will stop tomorrow, so that the old man can go fishing and relax." I handed the painting to Conan and said with a smile.
"You don't have to worry about this. The weather forecast said that the rain will stop early tomorrow morning and fishing will not be delayed." Kuroki assured us, and then said: "It's still early, if you have If you¡¯re interested, would you like to come and have a look at my studio?¡±
"Okay, okay!" Uncle Maori and Xiaolan agreed in unison, and Conan nodded in disbelief.
"You go ahead, I'm a little sleepy, so I'll go to bed first." I shook my head and rejected Kuroki's proposal.
"Then let's go visit the studio first, Xiaohui, do you know where the bedroom is?" Xiaolan asked me with some worry.
"I know, I know, Aunt Dianzi just told us, don't worry, you can go and visit." I nodded, watched Xiaolan and the others go out of the house, stretched, and prepared to go back to the bedroom to continue watching the things coming from the plants and trees. Photos and videos.
I don¡¯t believe that those guys will not show any flaws at all!
By the way, since the old man¡¯s hands are shaking so much, how did he draw the picture of Mount Fuji in the hall?
A night of silence.
Early in the morning, with a pair of panda eyes, I was pulled up by Conan and pulled into the fishing boat of Uncle Maori and others.
I failed. After staring at my phone for most of the night, I gained nothing except seeing that those people¡¯s clothes were made of fine materials and expensive. Even when they eat, those people only eat what they bring with them, and there is no loophole to be found.
I have to admit, those people are pretty good at it.
Ms. Noriko had to take care of her seriously ill mother, so she hurried to the hospital early in the morning. Mr. Jingshan seemed to have drunk too much yesterday and caught a cold while sleeping at night. He called this morning and said he couldn't come to fish. , to rest in the room.
Kuroki jokingly said that if there is no rain today, I¡¯m afraid everyone will starve.
Xiaolan, Uncle Maori and Conan were fishing in a floating boat on the sea with great enthusiasm. I was holding the fishing rod with one hand and my chin with the other, sitting on the boat and dozing off.
The sunshine after the rain shines on my body, giving me a warm and moist feeling, so comfortable.
When I talk about fish, I can¡¯t help but think of Kaito. I haven¡¯t contacted him for a while, and I don¡¯t know how the boy is doing now. By the way, if that doesn't work, let Kaito take action, let him sneak into the lair of those unknown people, and help him find out the identities of those people.
¡°No, no, no, those people are too dangerous, and they carry guns. If Kaito is hurt in any way, I will be guilty.
"Ha! I caught it!"
With Xiaolan¡¯s laughter, a big fish was thrown up from the sea by her. The green fish tail threw crystal water in the air, reflecting the rays of the sun, making Xiaolan¡¯s flawless smile even more dazzling.
"Xiaolan is really God's favorite."
In comparison, Uncle Maori was miserable. The things he caught were either broken shoes or smelly socks. Not to mention fish, he couldn¡¯t even catch a living thing. It was really funny.
In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and my stomach began to growl uncontrollably.
"Are you hungry? Here, Xiaohui." Xiaolan smiled and handed me a few packs of biscuits, chocolates and other snacks.
"This is what you want for lunch? Don't you have a lunch box?" I looked at Xiaolan. I really want to eat the croquettes made by Xiao Lan.
"I'm sorry, Xiaohui," Xiaolan touched my head apologetically: "Miss Noriko left early in the morning because she had to go to the hospital, so there is no lunch lunch today."
I see. I suddenly realized it and smiled at Xiaolan: "It's okay, the snacks are also good."
I smiled and looked at the snacks in my hands. There were biscuits, chocolates, bread, ham sausages, well, it was quite rich.
etc! chocolate?
The moment I saw the chocolate, a flash of lightning seemed to flash through my mind, making me stunned!
I see! I see!
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