The God of Wealth starts with doing whatever you want

Outside the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters building in Minato Ward, Tokyo.

The afternoon sun pierced through the clouds at three o'clock, making the gold-plated plaque of "Yamaguchi Products Co., Ltd." dazzling.

But now, the streets in front of the building are no longer as orderly as they used to be.

Black riot police cars blocked the intersection, their red and blue lights spinning silently.

Forty or so members of the Chinese community, dressed in suits, gathered on the left.

On the right are international mercenaries dressed in various styles; some are leaning against the hood of an off-road vehicle wiping their gun barrels, while others are looking down at their phones at bounty information.

Lin Zhengyu's car was the first to break through the blockade.

The silver-gray Lexus braked suddenly to a stop, and when the door opened, Lin Zhengyu stepped out of the car without even waiting for the driver to get out.

He surveyed the scene, his face ashen.

Xu Yun came out with me and was kidnapped!

If your mom goes back to China, won't everyone laugh her to death?
Is he still shameless?
"Mr. Lin!"

Old Chen, the head of the Chinese community, quickly stepped forward and said, "Our people are already..."

"I know."

Lin Zhengyu interrupted him, his gaze sweeping over the police cordon and landing on the seven-story gray-black building. He asked, "What did Zhong Yanyan say?"

"Ms. Zhong made three phone calls to the Prime Minister's Office through diplomatic channels, and the ambassador to Japan is on his way."

Old Chen lowered his voice and said, "But the police arrived earlier than we expected, so a direct assault is no longer possible."

Before he finished speaking, another train convoy roared in.

Five black Toyota Alphards came to a stop, and their doors opened simultaneously.

Lin Wanzhou was the first to jump out of the car, followed by eight men in plainclothes who moved in unison.

Even from more than ten meters away, the unique, chilling aura of the retired soldier made several policemen instinctively tighten their grip on their batons.

"Master Lin."

Lin Wanzhou walked to Lin Zhengyu's side, her gaze sharp, and said directly, "As long as there is no large-scale gunfight, my men can break through the main gate in ten minutes."

"You can't move now."

Lin Zhengyu glanced at the high-ranking police officers negotiating not far away and said, "The government has intervened. The Yamaguchi-gumi has quite a few connections in the political world."

"What about Xu Yun?"

"Wait."

As Lin Zhengyu squeezed the word out from between his teeth, he took out his phone.

On WeChat, his unread messages have piled up to 99+.

Lin Zhengyu didn't reply, but just looked up at the top floor of the building.

He knew that Shinoda Kenichi was there.

I also know that Xu Yun should be there too.

……

The atmosphere in the conference room on the top floor of the building was even more eerie than the standoff downstairs.

Shinoda Kenichi lowered the curtains with a livid face, and as he turned around, his narrow eyes were filled with suppressed rage.

He is the sixth-generation leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and has been in charge of Japan's largest gang for nearly ten years. He has never encountered a situation like this before.

Their headquarters were surrounded like an iron barrel, with police, Chinese community groups, and international mercenaries...

Even the phone at the Prime Minister's official residence was calling his personal cell phone.

And all of this is because of the young Chinese man sitting across the conference table, wiping his fingers with a wet wipe.

Fortunately, the police were there, which provided them with some protection.

Otherwise, those people outside might already be rushing in!
"Mr. Xu."

Shinoda's Japanese had a Kansai accent, and every word sounded like it had been pulled out of an ice cellar. He said, "The people downstairs were all called here by you."

Not a question.

Xu Yun folded the wet wipe in half, slowly wiped his fingers, and said, "Team leader, you misunderstood. I just sent a message saying 'I'm at the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters,' who knew my friends would be so enthusiastic."

He smiled, threw the wet wipe into the trash can, and said, "Of course, the 100 million yuan bounty might have played a part too."

“One hundred million... US dollars?” Yamamoto, the deputy team leader behind Shinoda, exclaimed.

"I just heard about the prices on the dark web."

Xu Yun shrugged and glanced at the other four executives in the conference room.

These people were all core members of the Yamaguchi-gumi, but at this moment, they all had solemn expressions, some with sweat on their foreheads, and some unconsciously tapping their fingers on the table.

The faint sound of Japanese announcements coming from outside the window could be heard; it was the police urging everyone to remain calm.

"Mr. Xu."

Shinoda sat down again at the head of the table, placed his hands on the table, and said, "Our previous agreement is still valid. I can agree to 30% of the profits over five years."

But the prerequisite is—you must get the people downstairs evacuated immediately.

"Evacuate?"

Xu Yun raised an eyebrow and said, "Team leader, this situation isn't up to me now. You see, the police were sent by your government, the Chinese community came spontaneously from my compatriots, and the mercenaries are here for the bounty..."

"I'm just a nobody, how could I possibly have such influence?"

Yamamoto slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Aren't you afraid we'll just kill you right here?!"

"Do you have that ability?"

Before Xu Yun could finish speaking, the conference room door was pushed open.

A guard in black rushed in, panicking: "Team leader! Several cars with Ministry of Foreign Affairs license plates have arrived downstairs, and... and people from the Chinese Embassy!"

"..."

Shinoda's temples throbbed.

He stared intently at Xu Yun.

Three seconds later, he suddenly laughed.

The laughter was dry, like sandpaper rubbing against a wooden board.

"well."

Shinoda stood up, walked to the French windows, and said, "Mr. Xu, I admit defeat today, but you'd better remember this—the Yamaguchi-gumi has survived for over a hundred years not because of luck."

After saying that, he turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"I will pay you 30% of the profits over five years, monthly, but after five years..."

"We'll talk about things five years from now."

Xu Yun also stood up, straightened the collar of his light gray suit, and smiled, "So, team leader, do you intend for me to continue drinking tea here, or to escort me downstairs?"

A brief silence fell over the meeting room.

The eyes of the five high-ranking officials met in mid-air, and finally all landed on Shinoda.

The underworld tycoon closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his face wore an almost formulaic expression.

"I'll take you down."

Shinoda said, "By the way, Mr. Xu, please explain to all parties that this is just a... misunderstanding."

……

Down on the street, the standoff has reached a critical point.

Lin Zhengyu walked up to the police commander and said in fluent Japanese, "I am Lin Zhengyu, the representative of the Zhong Group in Japan."

I have already spoken with your Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and now I'm giving you two choices.

First, you go in now and bring the person out, and I guarantee that other forces will not follow.

Secondly, if they haven't shown up within an hour, my men will launch a full-scale assault, and you will bear all the consequences.

The commander's forehead was beaded with sweat: "Mr. Lin, this..."

"besides."

Lin Zhengyu added, "Tell Shinoda Kenichi that if he dares to lay a finger on Xu Yun, the Lin and Zhong Groups will withdraw all their investments in Japan."

And I will use all my connections to make it impossible for the Yamaguchi-gumi to make any progress in their overseas business. I mean what I say.

These words carried weight and even drew the attention of several mercenaries nearby.

Just then, a commotion arose from the back of the crowd.

"Out!"

Someone shouted, and all eyes turned to the main entrance of the building.

The glass revolving door slowly turned.

The first to emerge were four Yamaguchi-gumi guards, standing on either side, their backs ramrod straight but their faces stiff.

Immediately afterwards, Shinoda Kenichi appeared.

This person, who usually only appears in financial magazines or underworld rumors, was wearing a dark gray kimono jacket and had an almost stiff smile on his face.

Walking beside him was Xu Yun.

His light gray suit was perfectly intact, his hair was perfectly styled, and he even had his usual nonchalant smile on his lips.

As he left, he turned his head and said something to Shinoda, who nodded. The scene was eerily like old friends saying goodbye.

There was a deathly silence for three seconds.

Then Xu Yun raised his hand, waved in the direction of Lin Zhengyu and the others, walked over, and said loudly with a smile, "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

The sound traveled through the street and reached everyone's ears clearly.

"The Yamaguchi-gumi just wanted to invite me over to discuss some business matters."

Xu Yun, seemingly oblivious to the tense atmosphere around him, said, "Everyone, let's disperse and not cause trouble for the Japanese police."

"What are you doing?"

Lin Zhengyu narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Xu Yun and Xiaotian.

"We'll talk about it when we get back," Xu Yun said with a smile.

"Alright, I'm glad you're okay. I was almost bombarded with phone calls from Zhong Yanyan these past two days." Lin Zhengyu raised his hand to signal the people behind him to lower their guard and prepared to head home.

Old Chen from the Chinese community leaned over and whispered, "President Lin, this..."

"Pick up the people first, thank you for your hard work."

Lin Zhengyu interrupted him and strode forward.

Old Chen: "..."

The police commander visibly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ordered his men to clear the way.

A Ministry of Foreign Affairs vehicle pulled up in front of the building at the right time. The door opened, and an embassy official quickly got out and said to Xu Yun in Chinese, "Mr. Xu, please get in the car."

Xu Yun nodded, turned to Shinoda and said his last words: "Then, team leader, I will have my assistant contact you regarding the follow-up details."

Shinoda's smile could no longer be maintained, and he managed to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth: "Farewell."

……

As the official vehicle drove away, the various factions on the street began to disperse one after another.

The mercenaries grumbled as they put away their weapons, one of them spitting in the direction of the building: "What a wasted trip, damn it."

"At least we saw the Yamaguchi-gumi get their comeuppance."

Another man wearing sunglasses chuckled and asked with some curiosity, "Who is that Chinese kid? Why would Shinoda Kenichi personally escort him out?"

"Who cares, let's go, let's move on to the next order."

The vehicles belonging to the Chinese community also began to leave.

Lin Zhengyu and Xu Yun were sitting in the same car. He secretly turned on his phone and sent a voice message to Zhong Yanyan.

"We've picked them up, they're fine."

After receiving Lin Zhengyu's message, Zhong Yanyan immediately sent Xu Yunping's message to their group chat.

Because of Xu Yun's situation, they had already returned to Jiangcheng.

Originally, everyone wanted to fly directly to Tokyo, but Zhong Yanyan stopped them because she felt that they wouldn't be able to help much and would only cause trouble.

The women in the group immediately flooded the screen with Zhong Yanyan's message.

Su Mu: "You scared me to death! I'm so glad Xu Yun is alright!"

Hino: "Xu Yun, if you keep doing this, I'm flying to Tokyo to beat you up!"

Li Jinshu: "It's good that you're safe..."

Lin Zhengyu turned off his phone and looked at the back row.

Xu Yun was sitting by the window, playing with his phone, which displayed a chat interface with Ayase Haruka.

The last message was sent by the other party twenty minutes ago.

"Xu Sang, are you alright? I heard you were taken in by the Yamaguchi-gumi..."

Xu Yun replied with a smile, "It's nothing, it was a misunderstanding. Shall I come to your house for dinner tonight?"

The other person replied instantly: "Okay! I'll cook right away!"

Lin Zhengyu withdrew his gaze and exchanged a glance with the embassy official in the passenger seat.

The latter coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Xu, the embassy may need a written explanation regarding today's events..."

"I told them I went to the Yamaguchi-gumi to discuss business, but I didn't expect it to cause such a big misunderstanding."

Xu Yun didn't even look up, and said with a smile, "I'm so sorry for causing you all trouble. Young Master Lin, could you please transfer tens of thousands of yuan to each of you as a reward for your hard work?"

"Okay." Lin Zhengyu.

No one believed this explanation, but the other party didn't press further.

As the car entered Meguro Ward, Lin Zhengyu, who had been holding back all the way, finally couldn't help but ask before getting out of the car, "What exactly is going on between you and the Yamaguchi-gumi? Did they really invite you for 'tea'? Or were you really kidnapped?"

Xu Yun got out of the car and stood on the street at dusk.

The streetlights had just come on, casting alternating light and shadow on his face. "I really was kidnapped, but not by the Yamaguchi-gumi."

He said casually, "As for Shinoda Kenichi... we did discuss a business deal. He promised that for the next five years, I would receive 30% of the profits from all the Yamaguchi-gumi's casinos and money shops in Tokyo."

Lin Zhengyu was stunned.

Even the embassy staff who had just gotten off the bus stopped in their tracks.

"Thirty percent?"

Lin Zhengyu repeated in surprise, "Has he gone mad?"

"He's not crazy, he just weighed the pros and cons and chose the option with the least loss."

Xu Yun took out a cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, lit it, and said with a smile, "After all, compared to having the headquarters razed to the ground and the organization besieged by all sides, spending some money to avoid disaster is a worthwhile deal."

Smoke rose in wisps as dusk fell.

Lin Zhengyu gave Xu Yun a deep look, and finally said, "Next time there is such a 'misunderstanding,' give me a heads-up beforehand. It made me nervous for two or three days."

Xu Yun couldn't help but laugh and said, "I made this decision on the spur of the moment."

"The devil believes you!"

Lin Zhengyu said irritably, "I knew it! Who has the power to kidnap you?"

……

At the same time, on the top floor of the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters.

Shinoda Kenichi stood in front of the broken French windows—the glass wasn't smashed, but cracked by his punch.

Blood seeped from his knuckles, but he felt no pain whatsoever.

The conference room was a mess, with documents scattered all over the floor, a coffee table overturned, and teacup shards mixed with tea leaves spilled onto the expensive carpet.

None of the five high-ranking officials dared to utter a sound, and they even deliberately kept their breathing quiet.

"check."

Shinoda's voice was hoarse.

Deputy Team Leader Yamamoto bowed, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "Team Leader, what are you investigating? Xu Yun?"

"Find those three kidnappers!"

Shinoda whirled around, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "Go check all the surveillance footage! Traffic cameras, convenience store cameras, vending machine recordings—search every inch of Tokyo to find those three bastards!"

"Yes!"

"besides."

Shinoda walked to the conference table, placed his palm on the surface, veins bulging, and said coldly, "Question everyone present today, including those police officers who tipped us off."

Why did no one know about the bounty beforehand?
Why did Chinese community organizations arrive so quickly?

Why is even the Prime Minister's official residence putting pressure on them?

With each question he asked, he tightened his grip, causing the solid wood tabletop to creak under the strain.

"Team leader."

A senior finance executive cautiously spoke up, saying, "Regarding the agreement with that Chinese man... 30% of the profits over five years, based on last year's data, would amount to approximately 800 to 1 billion yen per month."

From which account should this money be processed?

Shinoda closed her eyes.

The money in the Yamaguchi-gumi doesn't just belong to the whole organization; it also belongs to those above them!
To put it bluntly, they are more like politicians' front men.

After a long while, he let out a long breath, his breath filled with suppressed rage.

“From my private account.”

He opened his eyes, scanned the crowd, and warned, "No one is allowed to spread what happened today. We must keep the same story: we have reached a business cooperation agreement with Mr. Xu."

Going forward, some of the Yamaguchi-gumi's operations will be linked to companies under his name.

"But what if the other groups..."

"What do they dare to say?"

Shinoda sneered and said, "If it were them, today they would either fight to the death against all the forces in Tokyo, or they would pay up."

I chose the latter, which at least preserved the organization's foundation.

Even so, the tightness in his chest grew heavier and heavier.

Three hundred billion.

Over five years, nearly 30 billion yen will be given away for nothing.

Moreover, it's not a one-time purchase; it's paid monthly, like a regular blood draw.

What's even more frustrating is that he has to publicly declare it as "cooperation" and "strategic win-win".

"robber……"

Shinoda muttered to himself, walked to the window and looked at the police car taillights gradually disappearing below, and said angrily, "That guy is more like a robber than us robbers."

Yamamoto asked in a low voice, "What about five years from now...?"

"Five years?"

Shinoda gave a cold laugh and replied, "Once he returns to China, the emperor will be far away, and whether or not we give him anything, and how much we give him, will be up to us."
There's a Chinese saying, "Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake." In Tokyo, ultimately, we're the ones in charge.

The other senior executives nodded in agreement.

However, none of them noticed that when Shinoda finished speaking, his fingers unconsciously stroked the phone screen.

The above is a newly received encrypted message from an international intelligence broker.

Xu Yun, 24 years old, from Jiangcheng, China.

On the surface, he is an ordinary person, but in reality, he has close ties with several financial giants, Southeast Asian Chinese Chambers of Commerce, and other forces.

It is said that he once single-handedly resolved a conflict between Burmese warlords, but the specific methods he used are unknown.

Danger level: A+, Recommendation: Avoid initiating hostility.

After reading it, Shinoda immediately locked the screen and put the phone back in his pocket.

……

Meguro Ward, Ayase Haruka's apartment.

A sumptuous dinner was laid out on the table, but neither of them touched their chopsticks.

Haruka Ayase knelt on the tatami mat, her hands tightly gripping the edge of her apron, her eyes still a little red.

"so……"

She asked softly, "Is Xu Sang really alright? The news said..."

"The news is all exaggerated."

Xu Yun placed a piece of salmon in her bowl and said with a smile, "I just went to discuss a business deal. People outside have misunderstood."

"But there are so many police officers..."

"The Japanese police are quite responsible."

Xu Yun remained expressionless, ladled another spoonful of broth from the beef hot pot for her, and said, "Your cooking is really good, even better than last night."

"Then... the business deal that Xu Sang discussed..."

Ayase Haruka bit her lip and suddenly asked, "Does this have anything to do with me?"

Xu Yun paused with his chopsticks.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because Director Sato suddenly contacted me in the afternoon and said that the quota for the overseas exchange program had been filled, and I was included."

Ayase Haruka raised her head, her beautiful eyes reflecting the light, and said, "And he said... that the head office executives specifically requested me to go to China, and the time is next month."

Xu Yun smiled.

He put down his chopsticks, leaned forward, and reached out to ruffle her hair.

"Isn't that great? You can come to Jiangcheng, and I'll take you to eat real Chinese food, a hundred times better than beef hot pot."

"Is it really just a coincidence?"

"Maybe."

Xu Yun blinked and said, "It's fate."

Ayase Haruka blushed.

She lowered her head and ate the rice in her bowl. After a while, she asked again, "How many more days will Xu Sang stay in Tokyo?"

"I'll go with you to Ginza tomorrow to finish shopping, and then we'll go back to China the day after tomorrow."

Xu Yun thought for a moment and said, "When you come to China next month, I'll take you to meet my other friends."

"Other...friends?"

"Yeah, a very interesting group of people."

Xu Yun picked up his teacup, looked at her through the rising steam, and smiled, "I hope you'll like them."

He spoke casually, but the faces of Su Mu, Zhong Yanyan, Xinuo, Liang Yan... and that group of women flashed through his mind.

If they knew he had "picked up" another girl in Tokyo and even arranged for her to come to China for an exchange program, who knows what kind of trouble they would cause.

However, that's next month.

After finishing his meal, Xu Yun's phone vibrated; the WeChat group was buzzing again.

It's nothing more than his group of women.

Xu Yun smiled and turned off his phone. When he looked up, Ayase Haruka was looking at him with her chin resting on her hand.

A beautiful woman is more captivating the more you look at her under the lamplight.

"Xu Sang's friends..."

She asked in a low voice, "Are they all girls?"

"Most of them are."

"They...are you close?"

Xu Yun thought for a moment and gave what he considered a sincere answer: "They are all my confidantes, just like you."

Haruka Ayase nodded, seemingly understanding.

Then she suddenly laughed: "If I go to China, will I also become one of Xu Sang's confidantes?"

"You already are."

Xu Yun raised his glass and said, "To my Tokyo tour guide, and future exclusive illustrator in China."

The two glasses gently clinked together.

Tonight is destined to be another "Tokyo Hot" drama unfolding!

The night was deep in Tokyo outside the window, and in the distance, in the direction of the port area, the lights of police cars had long since faded.

Only the top floor of one building still had lights on.

Some people couldn't sleep all night, watching the surveillance footage frame by frame, searching for the three thugs.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, the three individuals involved were huddled in a cubicle in a cheap internet cafe, trembling as they watched the news reports on television.

"Tiger, Brother Tiger..."

Taro Yamada swallowed hard and said, "How did we end up on the news? The police are searching for us..."

"Shut up!"

Yamaguchi Tora stared at the screen, his face deathly pale, and cursed, "It's all that Chinese man's fault! Damn it, he's more like a gangster than we are! Now not only are the police looking for us, but the Yamaguchi-gumi are looking for us too!"

Takeru Satoh held his head, frustrated, and said, "What do I do now? I can't stay in Tokyo anymore, and I haven't received the money..."

"escape."

Yamaguchi gritted his teeth and said, "Before they find us, let's escape Tokyo tonight, go to Osaka, go to Fukuoka, anywhere is fine!"

The three of them hurriedly packed their things.

Unbeknownst to them, the staff at the internet cafe's front desk had already recognized them.

After all, although the surveillance screenshots that were being played on a loop in the news were blurry, that floral shirt was too conspicuous.

The waiter discreetly dialed a number and whispered, "Hello, is this the Yamaguchi-gumi? The person you're looking for..."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a cold voice:
"address."

……

Eleven o'clock at night.

After finishing his business, Xu Yunri left Ayase Haruka's apartment.

The system's voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[Faced with kidnapping, the host indulged in a bit of 'role-playing,' causing Xiao Rizi (the host's nickname) significant losses, accumulating immeasurable merit, and is rewarded with an additional 30 years of lifespan!]

"Fuck!!!"

Xu Yun was completely dumbfounded when he heard about the system's reward!
It's about lifespan!
This is something that money can't buy!
What a surprise! It really is a surprise!

The system's reward for him this time was far too great, exceeding his expectations.

Does your own system also have national attributes and ethnic sentiments?

Does it also inherently dislike mundane life?
If that's the case, he'll definitely come to Tokyo to cause trouble every now and then, to extend his lifespan, and maybe even achieve immortality!

At that moment, Xu Yun suddenly received an encrypted email from Lin Zhengyu.

Inside were projected profit statements for some of the Yamaguchi-gumi's businesses over the next five years, as well as a draft cooperation agreement.

He then asked the other party to help him with something simple when he got back.

Of course, while the agreement appears to be a legitimate tourism and cultural promotion collaboration, the actual appendix contains a supplementary clause stipulating a "30% profit" ratio.

Lin Zhengyu then called back, reminding Xu Yun, "Shinoda Kenichi won't pay obediently. He'll only pay for a year at most before finding excuses to delay or reduce the amount. I suggest you leave an agent in Tokyo."

"I know."

Xu Yun smiled and countered, "Then who do you think is suitable?" (End of Chapter)