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Yamada frowned and raised his hand to lick the knot on his cheek: "You are an expert, and I won't talk nonsense to you. We also spent real money to buy these contracts, although we can get back this contract in the end. It’s not much money, but it’s still money.”

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

Yamada: "That's not how the accounts are calculated. Each of the bad debts I packaged and bought from the bank has its pitiable qualities. I let one go, but what about the second one? You saved the Watanabe family. Will you save the others? If you don't, then I have to ask you, why? Why is the Watanabe family so special?"

Kazuma: "Because the Watanabe family is somewhat related to me."

"So, you selected a chosen one from a group of unlucky people." After Yamada finished speaking, he raised his hand and clapped slowly.

Kazuma: "Just say what you want to say."

"No, I very much agree with this approach, because this approach is very similar to our Ji Dao. When I was still doing violent land acquisition on the front line, I once let a family go, just because of that one The little boy gave me an orange.

"That was a very brave boy. When we came to the door in a ferocious manner, he bravely handed over the orange. At the same time, the adults in his family did not even dare to say anything.

"Isn't your behavior the same as mine? If you change the fate of others because of your own interests, you are not nobler than us - unless!"

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

For a moment, Kazuma wanted to say, "Let's do it," and then chop down the entire office.

But Shiratori pressed his shoulder with his hand: "Don't be impulsive, young man, don't fall for his provocation. If you really kill them, you will become the headline of the newspaper tomorrow. Remember, in addition to being the Yakuza 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 original ones with seals, then they will have no choice but to give up."

Yamada smiled and said, "Indeed, because the original is not 100% the same even if it uses the latest printing technology from Nishiba, it has to be hand-painted by a professional counterfeiting expert."

Contrary to what most people think, the most powerful counterfeiting method for a long time has actually been hand-painting.

The Soviet Union once produced a strong man who could hand-draw rubles. He poached the motherland by relying on his hand-drawn rubles. However, he later became lazy and only drew one side. Then he stacked fake rubles and gave them to others, which eventually exposed his trap.

There is also a Chinese who used to hand-paint U.S. dollars. The U.S. dollar motherboards he made were so fake that they were almost indistinguishable from real U.S. dollars for a long time—until Americans innovated printing technology.

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

The seals forged by these hand-drawn masters are exactly the same as the real seals, and no one can tell them apart.

But these people are generally expensive.

It is obviously not cost-effective to ask them to create a contract that cannot be exchanged for much money.

As long as all the original documents are taken away, everyone can be rescued at once.

Shiratori probably reminded Kazuma of this on purpose.

Yamada smiled and said: "We will put all these documents in this super safe worth 10 million yen, and there will be people in the room where the safe is located throughout the process. The most important thing is, who will do it for this? Why are you charged with stealing something like this?"

Kazuma curled his lips and said to Yamada: "I just want to take away the contract from the Watanabe family."

"We are not the kind of people who are stubborn and don't know how to adapt. It's not impossible to sell you a favor." Yamada clasped his hands together, placed them on his legs, leaned back, and assumed a typical big boss sitting posture, "But, this thing of favors , sometimes it is much more valuable than money. One of the two is a veteran detective, and the other is a rising star in the police world. Is it really okay to leave such a big favor here for a stranger to the Watanabe family? "

Just as Kazuma was about to speak, Yamada immediately said: "Of course, we have another option here. Our goal is just to make a profit, so as long as you give us money, everything will be fine. The Watanabe family owes 100 million yen." , we won’t calculate based on this, it’s too bullying, let’s do this, as long as you give them the current price of the one-family house, I can tear up the Watanabe family’s contract in front of you.”

Yamada spread his hands: "This is a very, very generous condition. Their one-family house cannot be sold for much money. Normally, the women of the Watanabe family have to work in less legal businesses under our group. Be a cow or a horse for a lifetime.

"Mr. Watanabe has a daughter who is quite pretty. I have a hunch that she might become the top star of a nightclub. Nightclubs are very profitable nowadays, and those who are taken advantage of by big companies will spend their money desperately in order not to be looked down upon when talking about things. Sometimes a million bottles of champagne can be opened a few dozen bottles a night.”

During the bubble era, this was not a problem.

The problem is that Hema's income has not caught up with that of the bubble era.

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

Yamada looked at Kazuma with interest: "Why, it's said that you are the future son-in-law of the Nanjo Consortium. This little money is just your pocket money, right? A GTR driver can't afford a single-family house? What do you mean? Does anyone believe it when it comes out?"

Kazuma turned to look at Shiratori.

Shiratiao said: "If we give you the money, the people in the Supervision Department will think that we have some improper transaction with you."

Yamada grinned: "Don't make it sound like you are innocent to us, Shiratori Police Department, you spend all day buying information from Heita Nishikiyama, don't you spend a lot of money?"

"Jinshan and I are both people living in the past." Shiratori was completely unmoved. "There is no money transaction between us. We all rely on classical connections and a little alcohol to maintain our relationship."

Yamada: "Times have changed. The Shiratori Police Department now likes to settle accounts one by one. Classical ethics and connections are no longer useful."

Kazuma: "Then what if we choose to use favors to take away this contract?"

"If you were an ordinary police officer," Yamada spread his hands, "it would probably work. But I can't think of a time when I could use the favor of a heavyweight like you."

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

"Your closed-circuit television is not running. You can't hear the sound of electricity."

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

"Don't bet, it's not running." Kazuma put his hands on his hips, "We were attacked by the Yakuza in the Yakuza den, and then we defended ourselves. Do you think the police will accept our testimony, or that of you Yakuza members? Testimony? Of course, if there is a licensed lawyer here now, his testimony may be accepted by the judge, but I guess the licensed lawyer will not stay in your firm for so long in order not to be doubted about his position. .”

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

Kazuma showed off his 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 during what is generally considered private time. I am from the University of Tokyo Having graduated from law school, I am very familiar with the ways of legal wolves, and I have an apprentice who is now an active lawyer."

It's just that Amao has just taken the test, so he probably doesn't know how to act like a veteran lawyer, and he's not very familiar with the unspoken rules of the industry among legal wolves.

But that's not important. Yamada-san definitely doesn't know this.

Yamada sighed: "Okay, is this how future stars of the Metropolitan Police handle cases? I have learned a lesson."

He stood up, walked slowly to the safe, and clicked the two dials on the outside of the safe.

Kazuma listened carefully to the mechanical sound of the safe, but unfortunately he knew nothing about this thing. It was an impossible task to know the password by listening to the sound.

But it never hurts to listen.

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

Kazuma saw very clearly this time that what Yamada stuffed in was a stack of unnamed bonds.

In this era, it is sometimes more cost-effective to grab bonds than to grab Japanese yen. First of all, Japanese yen is large and heavy. Millions of yen will need to be packed in boxes, while bonds of the same price may be just a few pieces of paper.

Secondly, bonds in the bubble era can definitely be exchanged for money, and there is no need to worry about being unable to exchange them after a thunderstorm.

Many robberies in this era actually involved such bonds or other "documents" that could be exchanged for money.

Of course, if you want to exchange money for this kind of thing, you need a "channel", so sometimes don't wonder why those vicious gangsters have been at large for so long and no one has punished them. They might be the tools of the real boss.

Look at the tough gangsters in the country, they all die very quickly.

Kazuma withdrew his attention from the bonds - this kind of gangster cloaked in legal guise might be related to some Japanese political bigwigs, and temporarily collected tens of millions of yen in value for others. What happened to the bonds?

He stared at the stack of contracts in Yamada's hand and watched Yamada flip through the pages.

"Here." Yamada took out the Watanabe family's contract and threw it in front of Kazuma, "Look at it."

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

It was indeed the Watanabe family's contract.

"Then, I'll take this contract." Kazuma rolled up the contract and said proudly to Yamada, "By the way, watch the rest of your contracts so they don't get stolen by others. Especially your safe. There is also such a thick stack of marketable bonds inside.”

Yamada smiled and said: "The Kiryu Police Department reminds me, that stack of negotiable bonds is not a valuable thing. After all, they are placed together with this kind of thing."

As he spoke, he raised the stack of contracts in his hand.

It seems to make sense.

Kazuma pointed at the CCTV again: "It's best to let that thing run. You've already installed it, so why bother leaving it unused?"

"Anyone who can break into my place and steal things, believe me, a CCTV can't stop him." Yamada spread his hands, and then he stretched out his hand to Kazuma, "Although I was threatened this time, but A favor is a favor, right?”

Kazuma hesitated, but still held Yamada's hand.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate." Yamada grinned.

Kazuma didn't respond, let go of his hand and turned around to leave.

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

"I never refuse someone else's treat." Kazuma said unceremoniously.

"Okay, just come and that's it. The restaurants I go to are not of high quality, but they definitely taste good. I'll try to take you to eat in as many restaurants as possible this week so that you know the best-value restaurants in Tokyo."

**

That night, Shiratori put the drunk Kazuma into a taxi, then stood on the roadside, lit a cigarette, and smoked thoughtfully for a long time.

When the cigarette burned to the point where it was almost hot to the touch, he threw the cigarette to the ground, stamped it out, and then entered the nearby phone booth.

He dialed the number directly and waited for a moment for the answer "Moses Moses" to come from the other side.

"Things were a little unexpected, and Kiryu didn't take drastic action."

"That's right." The person on the phone responded immediately, "He took drastic actions only after he couldn't bear it anymore. It's not surprising."

Shiratori continued: "He should probably steal those contracts. If so, it is normal to take the opportunity to count those marketable bonds as the thief. This depends on Yamada-san's cooperation."

"Would he really do this?"

"Last time, didn't he draw his sword and kill Dashan Xiaohao as we expected?"

"In Go, sometimes the moves don't have such a clear purpose. It's good to be able to do this, but if you can't do this, the overall trend of the game will not change. This is a master."

Shiratiao responded vaguely, and then prepared to hang up: "Then I..."

"Shiratori-kun, how is your son's work lately?"

Shiratiao fell silent, and his words of farewell were abruptly cut off, hanging in the air like a broken thread.

The other side continued: "He has also reached the age of marriage. If a man of his age does not get married, he will get an unreliable evaluation. If he does not have a romantic partner yet, should I introduce him to a well-matched family?"

Shiratiao hesitated for a few seconds before replying: "Thank you very much. Please forgive me."

"Well, don't worry."

The person on the other side paused.

"Shiratori-kun,"

After a long pause, the person over there continued: "This is how the world works. You'd better teach that Kiryu early. What a pity he is like this. If he is our companion, the future will be immeasurable. Wait until he is sixty Years old, the police chief, or even the minister of justice are all possible."

Bai Niao was silent for a few seconds before he responded in a muffled voice: "Yes, I will."