The Kyoto Bubble Era: It started with selling off hundreds of millions of property

Irie, who had just finished meeting Yamada Kazuma, walked into the rental house, and several Yakuza hurried over.

"Brother Irie, Wakatou said he wants to see you now!"

Looking for me so late?

At this moment, Irie's mind was still filled with the words on the cigarette pack. It was hard for him to imagine that such a small piece of paper could really bring down the Yamada-gumi, which had dominated Osaka for decades.

Brother Yamada Kazuma believes in Kitahara Sosuke so much.

The key is that from beginning to end, this method is all about helping the Yamada group make money. In this way, doesn't Yamada Yang's Wakatou position become more stable?

He couldn't figure it out, so he just stopped caring about it and just listened to Brother Yamada Kazuma's words.

Loyalty and brotherhood are highly valued within the Yakuza community, but Irie has no feelings for the Yamada-gumi.

From the moment Yamada Masamune adopted him, he was prepared to use him as a sharp knife that could be discarded at will.

Maybe when he was young, he still had some loyalty and affection for the Yamada-gumi. As he got older and Yamada Kazuma left, the passion in his heart had long since dissipated.

Are you kidding, bromance?

On the ultimate path, there are only eternal benefits.

Life must be earned by people themselves.

Over the years, Irie Masaya has only felt true brotherhood from Yamada Kazuma. The simple reason is that he has blocked fatal bullets for himself.

As for the rest, come on, those are plots that only appear in TV movies. Who takes it seriously and who is stupid.

When he arrived at Giraffe Nightclub, Mama-san, who was smoking at the bar, said hello to him: "Hey, Irie-san, it's rare to see you here. Do you want to arrange for Hana-chan to come over?"

"No, if you need anything, come to me." Irie rarely comes to such entertainment venues. His interest is in exercising, strengthening his body and improving his combat effectiveness.

His physique is not as good as Kazuma Yamada's, and he has no special fighting talents. He has a very clear mind about living a good life in the Yakuza.

You have to be able to fight, very good at fighting.

Hua Jiang is a little-known princess in the Giraffe Nightclub, but she unexpectedly has a bad temper with him.

He comes here occasionally to look for her.

Yamada Yang, who was sitting in the VIP box, held a flower-like princess in each hand. Opposite him, a fat, white-haired, pig-like man was sleeping on the sofa, disheveled, and snoring loudly.

"Brother Irie, come and sit here!" Yamada Yang pushed a princess in his arms over, "Go, this is my most loyal brother, stay with him."

"Okay~" The princess smiled and crawled over, but was pushed away by Irie Masaru.

"Wakatou, what's the matter?" Irie stood up straight.

Yamada Haru pulled the princess back with waning spirits. This boy was too serious, just like Yamada Kazuma, he was boring.

"I heard that things went wrong at night? How many brothers were injured by Kazuma Yamada?" Yamada Yang crossed his legs.

Irie looked up at him, surprised by his well-informed information, and then nodded silently: "I have followed Wakatou's instructions. It was Koizumi and the others who stayed behind privately, and then they were beaten by Yamada Kazuma and the others."

"What the hell! They're all just a bunch of losers!" Yamada Yang slammed the wine glass in his hand to the ground, scaring a group of princesses into screaming, "You can't even beat a loser! Brother Irie, you say just kill that Kobayashi Kyoko How about arresting me and coming to the headquarters? If you go and do it, it should be fine."

"Wakatou, she is an employee of Tosan." Irie was scolding this stupid donkey in his heart, but his expression was unusually calm, "This is crossing the line."

The Tokyo Industrial Bank is the core bank of the Mitsubishi Consortium. At present, RB and the six major consortiums are the sky. They control the national economy and politics. If you go against them, you must be mentally prepared to disappear from the world the next day.

"Hey, it's such an exaggeration. I'm just a little teller." Yamada Yo was doubtful. Seeing Irie's lack of expression or reaction, he had no choice but to lean back on the sofa, "Okay, okay, I understand, just don't do anything. . Then kill that traitor for me, that’ll be okay, right?”

"As long as we have his traces, there will be no problem." Irie nodded.

"Okay, brother Irie, be patient. By the way, I also know about the woman named Onodera. I heard she opens a ramen restaurant in Hokkaido. Hehe, I will give her an unforgettable surprise."

Yamada Yang smiled and reached out to touch the dresses of several princesses, making them smile coquettishly.

Irie Masaru said nothing.

"Hey, trouble, dad has been urging me to do something recently, but besides buying real estate and lending money, what else can I do? Can money generate itself? Brother Irie, you think so, what do you mean? Do you have"

Yamada Yang, who was a little troubled, slapped his head hard when he said this.

"You're telling me, it's a shame that you haven't even graduated from elementary school."

"Wakatou, actually I was on a mission a few days ago, and I managed to get something out of a few financial elites." Irie kept a calm expression.

"Financial elites? Oh, what are those bastards from the securities firms doing, secretly borrowing us loan sharks?" Yamada Yang sat upright, interested.

He really wanted to hang out with this group of people engaged in finance, but most of them looked down on his status. He heard that he was from the Yakuza and avoided him like a ghost.

"Buying stocks, they said the stock market is still rising and may break through 40,000 points or something. I wrote down a few stocks they mentioned in their chat." Irie said matter-of-factly.

"It's a good thing, let's talk about it."

Irie was telling what was on the cigarette pack. In fact, he really didn't understand anything about it. He hadn't graduated from elementary school yet, so he had difficulty reading. He also mispronounced the names of several stocks.

But it is precisely because of this that Yamada Yocai is even more convinced.

He hasn't studied for long, how can he have the brains to cheat him with stocks?

Yamada Yang smiled all over his face when he heard this, feeling that better days were coming.

Yes, the return rate of real estate is still too slow. What can make more money than stocks that can be bought and sold at any time?

After leaving the box, Irie saw Hana-chan with a bruised nose and face at the door. Her stage name was Ishihara Hana. She was quite cute, but she liked to do whatever she wanted, and she always annoyed the guests, who would sometimes punch and kick her.

She didn't really care either.

Just give money.

Ishihara Hana wears a halter top in the winter and a short skirt that looks like nothing at all. She has various tattoos on her thighs and arms. I heard that she used to be the daughter of a certain Yakuza boss.

The status of female family members in the Yakuza is very low, with the exception of some societies.

After her father died, she was reduced to nightclubs.

Although she is still at the age of studying, she is already skilled in all kinds of communication and pleasing men.

Ishihara Hana smoked a cigarette and looked at him.

What a troublesome woman.

"I only have thirty thousand yen." Irie walked over expressionlessly.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just looking for a place to sleep. I'll give you a discount." Shi Yuanhua smiled and held his hand.

That night, he knew he was destined to have trouble sleeping.

Also having trouble sleeping was Kitahara Sosuke who was sleeping in the living room.

At his insistent request, the three girls each occupied a bedroom, while he lay on the soft sofa in the living room.

However, not long after he fell asleep, he drowsily heard someone coming into the living room, rustling sounds, and then a thick blanket covered him.

The air conditioner temperature was also turned down.

The lotus-like aura on the girl's body came closer, it was Fujiwara Norika.

She looked at herself quietly for a while. Kitahara Sosuke couldn't react well and could only pretend to sleep.

After finally waiting for her to leave, Kitahara Sosuke twisted his stiff body and just turned over.

There's someone here again!

Kyoko Kobayashi, who was also holding a blanket, took off her slippers and walked barefoot on the floor. She carefully adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, pushed the fan blades up, and then walked lightly to the sofa.

As soon as Kitahara Sosuke put Fujiwara Norika's blanket behind his head, another one was placed on top of him.

Kobayashi Kyoko's body has that faint orchid smell, probably because she just took a shower, her skin is rosy and crystal clear, and she has a strong girly smell.

She helped Kitahara Sosuke cover the blanket, then slowly sat down on her knees, quietly peeking at his sleeping face.

After watching for a while, Kobayashi Kyoko slowly approached his ear and whispered softly from a not too close distance.

"Arigado (thank you)."

The girl's breath came in waves, and Kitahara Sosuke continued to pretend to be dead. After a long time, Kobayashi Kyoko stood up again, went to the kitchen, poured a cup of barley tea, and then gently put it on the coffee table.

"Oasmi (good night), Kitahara-san."

Night comes quietly in immersion.