Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 332 Expectations for Life
Zhong Hezhen is very satisfied with his current life and work. He is now a formal member of the Poker Organization, the business manager of Joker Pharmaceuticals, and also the ace policeman of the Ministry of Public Security.

A bit complicated?

That's right, it's complicated. It's so complicated that Zhong Hezhen's income is so lucrative that he dares not let his police superiors know about it, for fear that the latter will not be able to resist jealousy and report him to the poker team and then take his place.

Don’t think that such a thing will not happen. As long as there is a one in ten thousand chance, Zhonghe really doesn’t want it to happen.

His daily life is so comfortable now. When he is not on a business trip, he gets up in the morning and comes to the company to punch in to let others know that he is in the company that day.

Then take two of his subordinates to the gym to hit the sandbag, or put on fists and have a friendly fight with the company's security guards to maintain his skills.

After spending a happy and carefree morning like this, Zhonghe Zhen, Mitsumura Daigo, and Haruta Taiga went to the company cafeteria for lunch at noon.

There is no limit on rice, meat and vegetables here. There are all kinds of Japanese, Western and Chinese dishes, and you can take as much as you want in a buffet style.

Because the food is so good, many employees of the company are willing to spend a little extra money to apply for a food card for their family members so that they can come over for lunch and dinner every day.

In the afternoon, it was Zhong Hezhen's free time. He could stay in the company or go out to do business or complete organizational tasks.

Before he was assigned a mission, Zhonghe could go wherever he wanted, and no one cared about him when he returned home.

Someone also knew how carefree Zhong Hezhen was right now. Just when he had eaten and drunk his fill and was about to go for a walk at the pier, his phone rang.

Zhong Hezhen took out his cell phone and looked at the number on it. He looked a little unhappy. It seemed that some annoying guy was looking for him again.

"Moshi Moshi... I'm Zhonghe Zhen."

"This is Fujiwara Fast Food Restaurant, sir, the takeaway you ordered..."

"I'm in a good position to talk, just go ahead."

Zhonghezhen interrupted the other party's riddle.

"Yoshi... meet at 2:30 pm at the usual place."

"Ah."

The person who called was Zhong Hezhen's police superior, a very annoying guy who was eager to make a contribution so that he could get promoted and make money at home.

It is human nature to want to get promoted and make money. It is not something bad that is unforgivable.

However, the bad thing about this matter is that this old guy not only got promoted himself, but also kept muttering something like "When I get promoted, I will transfer you back to take my place..."

This is so fake. He makes big promises without any effort. His hypocrisy makes Zhonghe want to vomit.

Does Zhonghe really not know what the situation is in the Japanese public security system?

First of all, even if the boss gets promoted, it would not be Zhong Hezhen’s turn to take the former’s position according to seniority.

Secondly, if Zhong Hezhen had a choice now, he would rather give up his identity as a public security officer and concentrate on being a member of his poker team.

Perhaps influenced by certain film and television dramas, or perhaps for the purpose of concealment and avoiding being monitored, the so-called old place is on the rooftop of a hotel.

When the lonely Zhong Hezhen pushed open the iron door of the rooftop, Zhong Hezhen's immediate boss, a fat man in a suit and a baseball cap, was leaning on the handrail of the rooftop, smoking a lonely cigarette.

"What's matter?"

Zhong Hezhen leaned against the fat man and learned from him to take out his own cigarette, put it in his lips, and light it with a windproof lighter.

"how are you recently?"

The boss didn't rush to talk about business, but started to chat with Zhong Hezhen.

In the howling cold wind at high altitude, Zhong Hezhen pulled his leather jacket tighter to keep himself warmer, and at the same time secretly rolled his eyes at an angle where his boss couldn't see.

This fat guy is so fucking hypocritical. If you really care about me, why don’t you approve my application for a salary increase?

"I'm doing well, with food and drink... Boss, let's get down to business, I don't have much time."

The fat boss heard the impatience in Zhong Hezhen's words. After thinking about it, he decided to get straight to the point.

"You've been in the poker business for so long, have you gotten any important secrets?"

"Boss, have you read the report I wrote a while ago? I wrote down everything I know about the members of the poker organization, its Japanese branch structure, and its current business."

"I saw..."

The fat boss took a deep puff of his cigarette, and after finishing the remaining half, he flicked his index finger, and the still burning half of the cigarette butt flew out and fell onto the busy street below.

Zhong Hezhen looked at the fat man's actions with a sidelong glance. This guy really has no sense of public morality.

The fat man didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior. He just scratched his head, looking quite distressed.

"What I want is real-time intelligence, such as whether there have been any major crimes involving poker cards recently."

Oh, Zhonghe really understood what he wanted.

Zhong Hezhen also had such information, but he was not sure whether his fat boss would dare to use it.

"Around twelve o'clock tonight, a large smuggling cargo ship from the Poker Organization will enter Tokyo Bay..."

"Really?"

The fat boss' eyes widened. After a long period of fruitlessness, he could hardly believe what he heard.

"You're not kidding me?"

"No."

Zhonghe Zhen said seriously and solemnly.

"There's something in it."

"Most of it is rice and noodles and some frozen Brazilian chicken and beef. A small amount is second-hand cars, electrical appliances, and possibly military weapons and equipment."

Zhonghezhen explained.

"According to my understanding, the food in these shipments comes from South America and is a support from Brazilian poker to Japanese poker.

The vehicles come from North America..."

Lots of rice, noodles and frozen meat! ?
The fat boss thought about it for a while, and suddenly he remembered something.

"Wait a minute, the cargo of this smuggling ship is not for Nakazaki Aixin Express Company and Fujiwara Food Wholesale Company, right?"

"should be."

Zhong Hezhen threw the cigarette butt in his hand under his feet and put it out with his leather shoes. His movements were slow and his expression was leisurely. He felt a little sorry for it. Although his boss' acting skills were not very good, he was not a fool either.

"There aren't many sources of cheap food for Japanese poker organizations. Chiba Prefecture provides some, but not in large quantities, and it can't meet the current needs of the poker organization."

The fat boss took a deep breath and waved his hands.

"That's the end of the matter. Forget it. Just pretend you never told me this news."

The fat man admitted his mistake so quickly, obviously he was also an insider, knowing that the group involved in the things on the cargo ship was not simple. Zhong Hezhen felt sorry again, this fat man was really smart, if he was fooled, it would be great to lead people to intercept the cargo ship.

In that case, you don't have to do anything to neutralize it, the fat guy will die on his own.

The Poker Organization now has many companies and institutions under its command that need a large amount of cheap food. In addition to the Nakazaki Love Express Company mentioned above, the Fujiwara Food Company opened by Fujiwara Masato is a major food consumer.

These cheap rice and noodles will be reprocessed and packaged at food processing plants in the suburbs of Tokyo and then transported to Tokyo for sale.

Fujiwara Food Co., Ltd.'s main customer groups are as follows.

The first is the civil servant group in Tokyo City.

The issue of soaring rice prices in Japan has been discussed before, so there is no need to elaborate on it here.

Japanese police are also civil servants. For middle and senior police officers, the situation is not so bad. The soaring rice prices are not a big problem for them and they can still bear it.

Those patrolmen at the lower level who rely on monthly salary for a living, which is only 200,000 to 300,000 yen a month, have a hard life.

At this time, the cheap rice that Fujiwara Foods Company supplied specifically to civil servants saved their lives and their families and stabilized the morale of these police officers.

For no reason, even if it is just for the quota benefit of cheap food, these grassroots police officers will not resign easily, and they will be more motivated when patrolling.

The second group is the Yakuza gangs in Tokyo.

Japanese TV stations have reported many times about yakuza members forming groups to steal food from supermarkets. It is obvious that some yakuza members can no longer withstand this environment.

Ordinary people will take risks when they are out of money, but what will these gangsters who are used to making money through violence do?

After ensuring that their own food was sufficient, the Fujiwara Food Company sold the excess food to yakuza members, an act tacitly approved by the Japanese police.

In addition to filling their stomachs, they can also make a little money, which can stabilize the lower-level underworld members and prevent them from becoming an unstable factor in society.

The third group is the poor group in Tokyo.

The Nakazaki Love Express Company run by Minako Nakazaki can benefit at least several thousand poor families. Not all of them rely on love packages to make a living, but most of them still come to pick up a package occasionally.

In addition, homeless people in Tokyo are also in urgent need of love packages to survive.

This shows that the situation of the poor is not good now. If the news frequently reports that people in Tokyo are starving to death at home, it will be embarrassing for the city government.

Given these multiple factors, if the fat boss dared to lead people to intercept the cargo ship, his fate would be unimaginable.

After the frustrated boss confirmed many times that he could not get any useful information from Zhong Hezhen, he left here dejectedly.

The former left, but Zhong Hezhen continued to stay on the rooftop, enjoying the cold wind. He was looking at the scenery in the distance, his pupils aimlessly scanning the hustle and bustle of traffic under the tall buildings.

Zhong Hezhen is very satisfied with his current situation. He doesn't want to return to the public security department because the fact that he was sent out as a spy essentially means that Zhong Hezhen has no hope for his future in this department.

In the world of poker, Zhong Hezhen has a bright future and his income as a cadre is quite high. He now earns at least 2 million yen a month, and this money is legal income and can be taxed.

In addition, Zhong Hezhen has a large number of younger brothers under his command, so his life is extremely comfortable.

"Jingle Bell……"

"Moses Moses, I am Zhonghe Zhen."

"Boss, it's me, Haruta Taiga... I've found some clues about the matter you asked me to investigate. The guy who just joined the organization is indeed not clean. According to the information of the Osaka police, he is a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi."

"Yamaguchi-gumi?"

Zhonghe really frowned.

"It's no wonder why this guy would deliberately inquire about the organization's smuggling channels. Our business has obviously affected the income of the Yamaguchi-gumi."

"What to do, Boss?"

Zhonghe really thought about it.

"You report this to Plum Blossom 9 immediately and reveal his identity. Tonight, you, Guangcun Daigo and I will kill this traitor... Is there a problem?"

"No, boss."

Shunta Daiga on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment, but finally he couldn't help but speak out the doubts in his mind.

"Boss, if we take out this spy, will Daigo Mitsumura and I have enough merit to become official members of the Poker Team?"

"Are you in a hurry?"

“Boss, it’s been more than two years, and Guangcun Daigo and I are still reserve members, although the income is not bad.

But we just got married this year, and we need to buy a new house, and we also need money for milk powder for our future child. Our income is not enough to support the family."

"After completing this mission, I will submit the application documents for you."

Zhonghezhen thought about it and realized that even though he had eaten and drunk enough, he couldn't leave his little brother behind.

"Okay, boss."

There was joy in Haruta Taiga's tone.

"Get to work!"

This is Zhong Hezhen's current job. In addition to helping Joker Pharmaceuticals run its business and engaging in the wholesale business of generic drugs and patented drugs, he and his two direct subordinates are also responsible for cleaning up the internal garbage.

Now the poker organization is considered a well-known large organization in Japan. Its businesses range from drug production to smuggling of primary agricultural products and used cars, and it does both legal and illegal businesses.

As the business grows and the income increases, it will naturally attract the envy of others.

The Japanese government knows that poker cards are not easy to mess with, and is even more concerned about American interference, so official agencies are not a problem.

On the contrary, it is the low-life groups in Japan who have no respect for their elders and are always trying to take advantage of the situation.

For example, the Yamaguchi-gumi is one of them. They don't dare to confront the poker cards head-on, so they play some tricks secretly, sending spies into the poker cards to stir up trouble.

Zhonghezhen’s job is to examine newcomers and determine whether their behavior is abnormal.

To put it bluntly, this kind of job is like being a cleaner, doing dirty and tiring work.

Although the job was not very decent, the poker organization paid well and there was a bonus for every spy sent by the underworld organization killed. Zhong Hezhen had no complaints.

Zhong Hezhen is very professional in this kind of work. When each peripheral member emerges and enters his field of vision, Zhong Hezhen can always quickly determine whether there is a problem with him from the latter's behavior.

If the newcomer has a strong police flavor, Zhonghe Zhen will turn a blind eye and then put a mark of "suspected official personnel" on the former's file.

Colleagues are enemies, so it’s better to have fewer of these guys who come to steal your job. And after being marked, it’s also good for them. The poker organization will not take action against official personnel, and at most they will secretly persuade them to leave.

But if Zhong Hezhen finds out that the guy in question is a member of a gang, a criminal organization, or a fugitive, then Zhong Hezhen will not be polite and will directly take his brothers to do the work.

If there were fewer scum like this, the world would be a more peaceful place.

Zhong Hezhen now hopes more than anyone else that the poker organization can continue to operate smoothly until he dies.

(End of this chapter)