Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 33.007. Kidnapping

Fujiwara Chizuru and the man in front of her faced each other from a distance.

The man's eyes were vacant, and his expression was blank.

"Name." Fujiwara Chizuru couldn't stand this guy's dead fish eyes, but out of professional courtesy, she looked down at the record sheet.

"Hey, after leaving your dad here for so long, finally someone who can speak human language has arrived."

Yan Wuxun stretched lazily, then slumped back onto the table, refusing to answer.

"Stop using those verbal tics; I understand them."

Fujiwara Chizuru remained expressionless.

"Hey, impressive, impressive. You've been in District 9, haven't you?" Yan Wuxun raised his voice, looking like a scoundrel.

“Hawa da zai gai ne? (Hokkien, what should I say?)”

Fujiwara Chizuru took a deep breath and said, "If you refuse to communicate, I have the right to charge you with intentional obstruction, plus your original illegal business operations, locking you up for fifteen days would be no problem."

"Hey, just kidding, just kidding. I didn't mean to be so serious, officer."

Yan Wuxun smiled ingratiatingly.

“Name, place of origin.” Fujiwara Chizuru tapped the table with her pen.

"Yan Wuxun, a native of Chai County, Minzhou, District 9".

"What are you doing in District 16?" The policewoman's pen scratched as she spoke, without looking up.

Yan Wuxun pouted, then raised his hand and pulled at his face, saying, "I've come to stay with relatives, hoping to make some progress."

"What do your relatives do? Run a street stall?"

"Ugh, they're either bartenders or dishwashers at restaurants," Yan Wuxun muttered.

Fujiwara Chizuru remained composed and said, "Do you have their contact information to bail you out? Of course, all the tools used for illegal business operations will be confiscated."

Yan Wuxun immediately objected: "If that bastard could help me out, why would I need to earn a living with my skills first? I have a child to take care of, don't we both need to live?"

“I didn’t realize you had a family,” Fujiwara Chizuru said.

"What family background? He's my nephew, coming out with me to make my way in the world." Yan Wuxun realized what he meant and said, "Officer, why does that sound so sarcastic?"

Fujiwara Chizuru ignored him.

Yan Wuxun, feeling awkward, didn't bother to say anything.

"You have violated the regulations on street vending under the Urban Management Law. You are not allowed to set up a street stall without a business license."

"Okay, okay." Yan Wuxun rolled his eyes. "I'm new here, who knew this place would be so strictly managed?"

"If the attitude is perfunctory and the behavior is repeatedly ignored, the fine may be doubled."

"Hey, officer, look how well-off I am! Considering this is my first offense, I'll pay the fine as soon as possible and let me go home to cook, okay?"

Just as Fujiwara Chizuru was about to agree, not wanting to waste her time on such a scoundrel, a city management officer walked over and handed her a bag of documents.

The above is Yan Wuxun's record of being arrested multiple times in various cities for illegally operating a street stall.

Fujiwara Chizuru carefully reviewed all the cases, her gaze gradually deepening. By the time she finished reading them all, her eyes were extremely cold as she looked at Yan Wuxun.

Yan Wuxun was speechless, and gave Fujiwara Chizuru a sneer.

"Um... sir, I'm forced by circumstances... to make a living."

His voice was hoarse.

……

The interior lighting of the large shopping mall is bright and clear.

The crew set up barriers early on to protect the filming location.

A group of people were circling around the filming location.

"stop."

Amamiya Ichiro called out.

The staff at the scene looked over in the direction of the sound.

"Okay, everyone take a break."

A cheer erupted.

So the crew put down their cameras, and some of them found a place to sit down and discuss the footage they had just shot.

Ichiro Amamiya followed the filming set. Since "Mithril Warrior," he has also transitioned into a tokusatsu director, filming sequels for the "Mithril Warrior" series, but the results have been less than satisfactory.

Simply replicating the success of "Mithril Warrior" with a beautifully crafted suit is like whipping a dead monster for nostalgia fans, and viewers are already quite resentful.

They are currently using the suit of the Five-Eyed Demon Spider, Grimm, to film the scene where the monster destroys the mall.

The monster before them was two meters wide, with five red eyes, eight spider legs that gleamed with a metallic gleam, white bristles growing from its joints, two sharp teeth that opened and closed, and a huge, round belly suspended by several lines. Suddenly, it stood up.

"Intermediate, you've worked hard. It's hot in the suit. There are no more scenes for Gemmon for now, so you can take it off."

Ichiro Amamiya greets the actor in the suit.

"Okay, hard work."

The actor in the suit spoke in a deep, muffled voice, waving his hand to indicate that he understood.

"Director Ichiro, what about these extras? They haven't been paid yet."

Producer Katsuhiko Kuryu stepped forward and handed Ichiro Amamiya a bottle of water.

"No rush," Ichiro Amamiya said in a deep voice.

At that moment, a staff member jogged over with a noisy phone in hand and said, "Mr. Amamiya, your phone has been ringing for a long time."

Ichiro Amamiya frowned. Due to his professional habits, he rarely carried his phone during filming, and his friends who knew him well would not disturb him in this inappropriate situation.

Upon checking the caller ID, it was Hiroya Nagashima.

"Moshi moshi, this is Amamiya." Ichiro Amamiya took the phone and patiently dialed the number.

"Brother Ichiro, what's your opinion on that money we talked about before? I really need your help."

Hiroya Nagashima's voice trembled slightly, and his tone rose a little.

"Hiroya, I told you, I really don't have that much money. You'll have to wait until my film is released to get the money..."

"Ichiro Amamiya! You always use this excuse to fob me off! Is it so hard to give me some money to start a company?! What about your earnings from all these years of acting?!" The voice on the other end of the phone was furious.

"Fine, you won't give it to me, huh? Then don't blame me."

The man's voice was laced with intimidation.

"What do you want to do?"

Amamiya Ichiro's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"father!"

Megumi Amamiya's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Xiaohui!"

Amamiya Ichiro's eyes widened in fury, and he gripped the phone tightly.

"She's your sister's daughter!" The man's shout drew the attention of the entire crew.

"I won't do anything to Xiaohui, but if you don't prepare 20 yuan in my account as soon as possible, I can't guarantee what might happen."

Amamiya Ichiro said in a deep voice, "Haven't we given you enough financial support over the years?"

"Don't always think you can make me grateful by taking small favors. If you're so capable, why didn't you introduce me to your film crew back then! You didn't agree, and neither did my sister when she was alive!"

The man on the other end of the phone had a hoarse voice and said, "In the end, it's better to start my own company and support myself and my daughter."

"Yingzi is still young. She will be disappointed if she knows you are doing this."

Ichiro Amamiya let out a long sigh.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'll give you an afternoon to raise the money. Don't even think about calling the police. If I report all the shady things you did back then, you won't live either."

"I really don't have that much money."

"What about your pay over the years? I don't care about your reasons, just make sure the money is deposited into my account on time."

Ichiro Amamiya was silent for a moment, then said with difficulty:

"it is good."

Today I received my first recommendation, and I'm quite excited. I'm grateful to all the kind people who are still paying attention. I've decided to take a day off to celebrate (gets hit).

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(End of this chapter)