Mako Takamori cried for a while before wiping her tears. She picked up her phone and dialed a number.
A bell rang, interrupting Pei Zi Yun's frantic typing of "Who is the Second Man?" This book had 180,000 words. Even at a speed of 300 words per minute, it would take him 10 hours to finish. It was impossible for a human to type continuously for 10 hours. Pei Zi Yun planned to finish it in two days.
He stopped and picked up his phone. A female voice with a hint of hope and anticipation could be heard. "Yamada-kun, I'm Mako Takamori … Are you someone sent by Shidu-kun?"
"Is he preparing to come back?"
"Yes, I've been entrusted by Shidu-kun to pass a document to you. When are you free?" Pei Zi Yun did not stand up. He turned around and spoke calmly like a family member. "Is your address still the same as before?"
As he spoke, he recited the address.
"Yes, the address is correct. If you are free, can I come on Saturday?"
"Yes, I will definitely come on Saturday." Pei Zi Yun looked at the time. It was Wednesday. There were still three days left.
Then, Pei Zi Yun searched the internet. After a while, he found the address. He could not help but smile. "Japan also has a service that allows people to do homework, act as parents, and act as boyfriend and girlfriend?"
"That's exactly what I want." He immediately sent an email. "I'm a 12-year-old primary school student. I don't want to participate in the school's graduation parade. I want to fight for three days of free time. Can you do that?"
In just a moment, the other party's email arrived.
Pei Zi Yun and the other party had a serious discussion and came up with a plan.
"Yamada-kun, I will call the school and say that I'm participating in a personal tour with my parents. I will also call your parents and give them a reasonable explanation. The total cost will be 5,000 yen. Thank you for your patronage."
"What a huge profit. It's just a matter of making a few phone calls, and it costs me 5,000 yen." Even though Pei Zi Yun said that, he still agreed immediately.
Then, he continued typing. In his heart, he thought, I must buy a laptop. Hmm, if it's a mid-range one, it will cost 60540 yen including tax. That's not cheap!
Chiba, Three Days Later
Transportation from Tokyo to Chiba Prefecture was very convenient. One could take the Keiba Line tram. Pei Zi Yun set off in the morning and arrived in Chiba before noon.
Then, he took the tram to another address, complaining in his heart, "It's so close, yet I still have to run errands."
Since it wasn't rush hour, it wasn't very crowded. Of course, there weren't any seats available. Similarly, no one was talking in the carriage. Pei Zi Yun scanned the area and realized that it was dangerous. He closed his eyes and rested. He had typed 180,000 words in the past two days and was very tired.
"But they're all preserved."
"If you need it the next time, just tap on it to send it." Pei Zi Yun thought to himself. At this point, the train seemed to have crossed a fork in the road. It shook violently, and a person fell over, knocking into him.
"Ah, I'm sorry, please forgive me." The person who bumped into him was a young girl. She spoke in a fluster as she hurriedly got up and leaned against the wall of the carriage. When she took a closer look, she realized that it was a (̄ _ ̄) emoticon. Pei Zi Yun felt even more awkward.
Twelve years old could only be considered a child. The girl blushed and bowed as she said in a worried voice, "I'm sorry. Are you hurt?"
"No!" Although the distance was very close, and it happened so suddenly, Pei Zi Yun's martial arts instincts allowed him to stand firmly.
"Oh …" The girl believed him easily. Very quickly, she became lively and asked, "… Are you a middle school student? Did you just come back from the Sword Arts Club?"
She saw the wooden blade on Pei Zi Yun's back.
"… No, I'm carrying out a man's will. Although this man is an idiot who was easily fooled and even committed seppuku, I'm here to carry out his will."
"This blade is for me to defend myself. As someone who will rule the country with a wooden blade in the future, a wooden blade cannot be easily left." Pei Zi Yun's face was very serious as he lowered his head and asked the young lady, "Am I right …."
When the collision happened, a young man looked at him with an amused expression. He didn't say anything, but when he heard Pei Zi Yun's words, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Ah, this …" The girl didn't know what to say. She opened her eyes wide and said awkwardly, "This … this, ah …"
Before she could think of an answer, the car stopped. Pei Zi Yun had already arrived at his destination. Without waiting for a reply, he got out of the car. It was an old apartment. He muttered, "An apartment that doesn't even have an entrance guard? It looks very down and out! "
"But the cherry blossoms are not bad."
There were two cherry trees in the courtyard. They were almost white in color, and looked very beautiful. Only then did Pei Zi Yun realize that it was the end of March, the season for cherry blossoms. After admiring the scenery for a while, he went upstairs. When he reached the third floor, he could faintly hear angry voices. Pei Zi Yun didn't go up immediately. He listened from the stairs. The door was being smashed, and a few people who were obviously Yakuza's men were scolding him.
"You owe us two million. It's only right that you return the money you borrowed."
"Or you can change your loan contract (usury)."
"If you don't have the money, it's okay if you don't change your contract. You're still young, you can be a soup girl. Don't be afraid, we're very humane. We won't force you to film. You can repay your debt after three years."
Everyone in Japan knew what a soup house was. There were faint sounds of crying coming from inside. The people around closed their doors and didn't make a sound.
Mako Takamori was trembling in fear and hugged her daughter tightly. In Japan, a mother who got pregnant before marriage would be discriminated against by society. She could only work as a cashier or cleaner in convenience stores, and it was only a temporary job.
Naturally, she couldn't make money.
Her daughter was weak and often fell sick. Hence, she borrowed some money, but the creditor failed several times and sold the IOU to Yakuza. Yakuza urged her every day. Every time he knocked on the door, her body would tremble. She was in despair.
At the door, a few people were still threatening to splash paint if she didn't return the money. "Besides, Miss Mako, your daughter still has to go to school."
After saying that, the leader was ready to go to the next house.
"Are we going to let her go just like that?" a subordinate who had just joined asked.
The leader grinned. "We're very busy with our business. We bought a lot of IOU's at a low price. How can we just waste our time here? Besides, there's the police and the law. Unless we have no other choice, we won't break in. "
Seeing that his subordinates were confused, the leader, who had received some benefits, thought for a while and revealed something. "This woman's IOU's were deliberately accepted. Don't be fooled by her haggard appearance. She's actually quite pretty."
"What's the use of forcing her to return the money? At most, she can earn a few million. Hence, we can't be too forceful. We have to harass her as much as possible to increase her psychological pressure. "
"When she gives in, we can pull her into the company and earn a few hundred million without a problem."
"If we force her into a corner and she decides to sell her house or commit suicide, we'll be at a loss. Women have to be tortured, and we have to torture her gently until she breaks down and surrenders."
"Also, look at her daughter. She's not bad too. In a few years, she might be the company's cash cow."
After listening to this sincere teaching, everyone was convinced. They lowered their heads and said, "Yes!"
When they went downstairs, the three Yakuzas and Pei Zi Yun looked at each other. Without saying a word, they walked past each other. The leader even nodded politely.
Japan's Yakuzas were very complicated. Now that they had changed, most of them were involved in the grey industry. They were quasi-political organizations and quasi-economic companies. They tried their best to avoid violence against the people, and they also had the obligation to protect the people.
In some ways, they were the nemesis of the left-wing. This was something that not many people knew. Yakuzas were very thorough in managing their territory and had deep roots in the grassroots. Outside ideas, especially those of the left-wing, could not gain a foothold at all. They were quickly uprooted by the government. It was precisely because of this that Yakuzas were legal in Japan, and not just on the surface.
Pei Zi Yun's gaze was cold as he looked at the people downstairs. He walked up the stairs and saw that the door sign was indeed 'Takosen'. Without knocking, he took out his phone and made a call.
The bell rang.
Now, she was like a frightened bird, suspecting that this call was also a debt collector.
"Mummy, mummy, there's an oni-san outside."
"The oni-san is very bright, it's glowing." Her eight-year-old daughter, Kuoko, was also very afraid earlier, but now she was not. She accidentally broke free from her mother and ran to open the door.
"Kuoko, what are you doing?" Before she could finish speaking, the door opened. However, the person who entered was not Yakuzas, but a person with a serious face. He looked like a primary school student. He looked at her, lowered his face, and asked, "Are you Mako Takosen?"
When Mako Takosen heard this, she could not help but take a step back. There was a small sofa behind her, and she fell onto it.
"Don't be afraid, I'm someone entrusted by Ishidukun."
"Ishidukun? Where is Seigo? " Mako Takosen suddenly woke up and reached out to grab Pei Zi Yun. She hissed, "Where is he? Did he forget about me and Kuoko?"
His expression was as though he had just found a straw to hold on to. (̄ _ ̄) Pei Zi Yun lowered his head and bowed deeply. In a low voice, he said, "I'm so sorry … Stone Dujun, I have already committed seppuku."
Pei Zi Yun waited for a while, but did not hear anything. He looked up in surprise, only to see the woman trembling in front of him. Her face was ashen, and her eyes were filled with despair.
Pei Zi Yun took a step back and softened his voice. "However, Ishidukun has entrusted me to deliver a letter and a contract. This is a contract worth 1.5 billion. Takosen, please accept it!"
"1.5 billion?" Mako Takosen finally had some reaction. Her eyes gradually brightened, and she trembled as she tried to stand up. In the end, she collapsed back onto the small sofa.
Pei Zi Yun hurriedly stopped her. "Takosen, you can sit down."
As he said this, he took out an unsealed envelope and a contract. "Takosen, this is a certificate of five thousandth of the shares of Tokyo Nichiro Corporation. I've already checked it. This is a very stable company, and its total assets will not be less than 300 billion yen. This is worth at least 1.5 billion yen, enough for you to apply to be an independent director. Your annual dividends will not be less than 30 million yen."
"This document has been fully authorized. As long as you sign it and find a lawyer, you can proceed with the transfer of shares."
"I just heard that you owe 2 million yen. To you, this is a small amount."
"1.5 billion yen? 30 million yen? " Mako Takosen's body unknowingly began to tremble. She mumbled a few words, and suddenly her head tilted to one side as she fell into a coma.
(̄ _ ̄)
A vein popped out on Pei Zi Yun's forehead, but Mako was not afraid. She ran over to take a look, then turned around to pour a cup of tea for her big brother. She whispered, "Mama is asleep. Here, Mako will pour you some water."
Pei Zi Yun glanced at it and drank a mouthful. He was very satisfied and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"
"Mako is not afraid. Mako, thank you." Mako said. After a while, she lowered her head, and tears slowly welled up in her eyes. "Onisan, is Mako's father really dead?"
"Mama said that Papa went into exile. Mako is very obedient and listens to Mama. Everyday, she waits at the door for his return. Will Mako never see Papa again?"
As Mako said this, her tears fell.
Pei Zi Yun narrowed his eyes and did not speak.
After a long time, Mako raised her head and wiped her tears. "Onisan, you have a wooden sword. Are you a martial artist like Papa? Papa is gone. I want to become a martial artist too. Mako must protect Mama! "
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