In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 458: Power is only responsible for the source of power.
"Miyashita-kun, my brother and you are connected by heart, and you playing tricks on me is really disappointing."

After leaving Mitsuo Yokomichi's house, Aoyama Hidenobu called Miyashita Naoue to accuse him of his ruthlessness.

"Mr. Qingshan, you've seen it. It's not that I don't want to keep my promise. It's the governor who has spoken. You can't get projects in other cities in Hokkaido. If that's the case, why should I help you make connections? You can't blame me for this!"

Naoki Miyashita chuckled, feeling complacent about having taken advantage of Aoyama Hidenobu. After all, although he would lose a possible profit, it would be more difficult to help him win construction projects in other cities compared to the share promised by Aoyama Hidenobu.

He was not greedy. After Aoyama Hidenobu won the construction project in Sapporo, he was able to get 30 to 50 million US dollars for free. Not counting his previous savings and future income, this was enough for him to live a life of luxury for the rest of his life.

"Okay, okay, it's not your fault, but you have to do me a favor." Aoyama Hidenobu changed the subject.

Miyashita Naoyu did not agree directly, but asked cautiously: "What help? I will definitely lend a hand within my ability."

Damn, these second-generation officials are all ungrateful bastards who change their attitude faster than turning the pages of a book.

Aoyama Hidenobu vaguely still remembers the grateful look on Miyashita Naoue's face when he helped him solve the problem of Abe Yoshinari, and he called him his brother in the future.

How long has it been since this happened?

Now the attitude has changed.

He deserves to be raised as Abe's son!

Fortunately, Aoyama Hidenobu never overestimated the character of these playboys, and he never really expected that Miyashita Naoki would be grateful to him for the rest of his life because of this incident. He thought it was a good thing to be able to complete a temporary exchange of interests.

After all, these second-generation scoundrels are born without a grateful heart. They have been used to having others help them solve everything since they were little, and have long taken the help of others as a matter of course. They will even hold a grudge if no help is given.

"Don't worry, it's definitely within your ability." Aoyama Hidenobu's attitude was as friendly and gentle as ever, and he said softly, "I hope Miyashita-kun can help me collect detailed information on all companies in Hokkaido whose main business is construction."

Naoki Miyashita is a local tyrant in Hokkaido.

It is easier and more convenient to do this, and with his identity, he can also find out some gossip that is only circulated in the upper circles but cannot be found by the police.

In the past, Aoyama Hidenobu was wary of local construction companies snatching projects from him, but now he has to take the initiative to snatch projects from these people. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle, so you must first understand the enemy thoroughly.

When Miyashita Naoyou heard about this, he was immediately relieved and responded with great enthusiasm: "Is it just this matter? Don't worry, Aoyama-kun, with my connections, I will definitely find out for you what color underwear the wives of these company presidents like to wear!"

This was no trouble to him.

It would only take a little effort to repay Aoyama Hidenobu's big favor, so he didn't mind spending some time to do it.

"Haha, there's no need to be so detailed. We just need to know whether they like to wear underwear or not." Aoyama Hidenobu replied jokingly.

"There are indeed a few who don't love them, hehe." Miyashita Naoyou smiled obscenely, and it was obvious that he had unusual relationships with some noble ladies. Then he asked curiously, "But why do you collect these?"

"Since you want to make a living in construction projects in Hokkaido, you have to know more about your colleagues who are also eating from the same pot," replied Aoyama Hidenobu.

It was a reasonable excuse, and Miyashita Naoyou had no doubt about it. "Okay, leave it to me."

After hanging up the phone, Aoyama Hidenobu went to the headquarters to work. Although he said he was going to work, he actually just sat in the office reading newspapers, drinking tea, and waiting to get off work.

Because the work of the Hokkaido Police Headquarters is not very busy, the police stations under them will not file cases for most of the cases in order to reduce the crime rate, and the local police stations that do file cases will be able to solve them. No matter what means are used to solve them, they will be solved anyway.

Only those extremely serious cases that the lower police stations dare not handle rashly will be reported to the headquarters.

Of course, some people also go directly to the headquarters to report the incident.

However, our department generally does not accept cases. Instead, we ask the reporter to report to the local police station first. Don't report to the police beyond your level and add to our workload.

But from time to time, some people still do this.

For example, today, at noon, Aoyama Hidenobu was walking to the cafeteria with his dining partner Yamashita Hisato, and they encountered this incident as soon as they arrived at the lobby of the office building.

An old man with plain clothes, gray hair and wrinkles on his face was being dragged out by two policemen.

"My son has been missing for two months. Why don't you do anything? Why? Why?!"

The old man kept struggling, kicking and crying.

At his age, he is like a helpless child.

"What are you arguing about? If you keep arguing, I'll sue you for obstructing official business. Get out of here now! I told you to report the case to the local police station. Why are you always making trouble here?" A police captain waved his hand with an impatient look on his face. "Get rid of him now and tell the guard not to let him in again!"

Aoyama Hidenobu didn't say anything. As long as it wasn't too inhumane for him to accept, he usually didn't bother to care about this kind of situation where Japanese bullied each other.

After all, the Japanese were fighting among themselves, so why would a traitor like him have the right to meddle in their affairs?
"Stop!" Yamashita Hisato frowned and shouted, then he left Aoyama Hidenobu behind and walked over quickly, asking with a sullen face, "What's going on?"

"Deputy Chief!" The police chief who had chased him away bowed to him immediately, and then said, "Don't worry, this situation will never happen again. I will call the police station in his jurisdiction and ask them to keep a close eye on this old man and not let him run over to our side again..."

"Pa!" Before he could finish his words, Yamashita Hisato slapped him in the face and cursed angrily, "Baka! I'm asking about the disappearance of his son! Don't you understand me?" "Hey! Hey!" The inspector bowed repeatedly and said with a dusty face, "This is the second time he has come to our headquarters to make trouble. He said that his son mysteriously disappeared two months ago, and I asked him to go to the local police station to report the case..."

"They won't file a case at all! They won't file a case at all! Those bastards even asked me to produce evidence to prove my son's disappearance!" The old man interrupted the inspector heartbrokenly. He somehow got the strength to break free from the two policemen who were holding him, and knelt down in front of Yamashita Hisato. "Sir, please have mercy on me. I only have this one son. I need to know whether he's dead or alive!"

At this time, more and more police officers came to watch.

"Old man, you get up first." Yamashita Hisato supported the old man and looked at Aoyama Hidenobu who was walking up.

"That's outrageous!" Aoyama Hidenobu scolded in a pretentious manner, as if he was going to hold the relevant metal responsible, but he didn't ask which police station or which person had embarrassed the old man. He changed the subject and said righteously, "Don't worry, old man. We have taken your case. We guarantee that your son will be found alive or dead. We will give you an explanation."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the police chief who had just driven the old man away, "Take him to make a statement, and send it directly to my office after it's done so that I can personally review it."

The people below can make things difficult for the old man, but the people above them cannot do so.

It would be fine if this old man didn't cause trouble in front of them, but since he did, even if he is very capable and lucky, they have to intervene even if they don't want to.

After all, the people need to be made aware that the bad ones are those at the bottom, and those at the top are still good. However, few people know that they just cannot contact those at the top, and those at the bottom act entirely according to the instructions of those at the top.

"Hi!" The police captain, who looked to be in his thirties, with middle-parted hair and a slightly plump figure, bowed and responded.

The old man burst into tears of gratitude, choking with sobs, "Thank you, thank you both adults, I knew, woooo, I knew that adults are all good, I knew that seeking redress from adults would be useful, woooo, woooo, my poor son!"

"Old man, please follow him first." Aoyama Hidenobu said with a pleasant face, and then looked at the police chief and asked, "What's your name?"

"Hattori Danji, Chief of Section 2, First Investigation Division, Criminal Investigation Department." The inspector replied respectfully.

Aoyama Hidenobu nodded and said nothing more.

The old man was very happy in his heart, and thought that Aoyama Hidenobu asked for the name in order to deal with Hattori Danji.

But Aoyama Hidenobu was actually planning to reuse Hattori Danji. Talents like him who strictly follow the orders of their superiors and work hard to keep troubles out of the door for their leaders must be reused.

The people below need to be clear about their own identities.

In the end, are you serving the people or serving the leaders? Power is given by the leaders, not the people.

Power is always responsible only to the source of power.

The old man followed Hattori Danji away, while Aoyama Hidenobu and Yamashita Hisato continued to go to the cafeteria for dinner.

"If this continues, this country will be in trouble." Yamashita Hisato shook his head and sighed.

Aoyama Hidenobu smiled indifferently, "Let the cabinet ministers worry about these things. Let's worry about what dishes we have in the cafeteria today."

It’s good to have problems!
How can I fish in troubled waters if nothing goes wrong?

In response to this, Yamashita Hisato smiled helplessly and did not continue to discuss the topic of worrying about the country and the people.

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As Aoyama Hidenobu expected, just as he was unwilling to hand over the construction projects in other cities in Hokkaido to others, other construction companies were also dissatisfied with the fact that he monopolized the construction projects in Sapporo.

While he was eating, those who were dissatisfied with him were also gathering together to enjoy lunch.

"A multi-billion dollar project is monopolized by a young kid. This guy from Tokyo is really a big shot. We are not even worthy of carrying his shoes!"

"On the surface, he is just a young boy, but the money may have gone into the pocket of a minister. He is a minister of the cabinet. How can Governor Yokomichi not give him face?"

"This cabinet minister didn't give him face. The investigation team was sent by him. He just got slapped on the left cheek and now he has to offer his right cheek to please him."

"Alright, alright, there aren't many of you here, and you're still so evasive when you're talking." The youngest middle-aged man in the room snorted disdainfully, slammed his chopsticks on the table and said angrily, "I just can't accept Aoyama Hidenobu! How much have we contributed to the development of Hokkaido over the years? Yokomichi Mitsuo said where political achievements are needed, we'll invest money there, but when it comes to dividing the cake, a second-generation official who has only been here for two months took the biggest piece."

When he said this, he completely forgot how much money he had made over the years by relying on Mitsuo Yokomichi.

"What can we do if we are not convinced? Once the governor has spoken, if we try to make things difficult for him, we would be slapping him in the face." An old man shook his head and said.

The youngest middle-aged man smiled maliciously, stroked the beard he had grown on his chin and said, "That's right, we can't trip him up, but we can let those unlucky guys who don't know the inside story do it! But not every company is like us, knowing that the boss behind those shell companies that suddenly appeared is Aoyama Hidenobu. These companies in the development stage are waiting to get a share of the profits, but in the end they found that the pot has been taken away by others. Do you think they will be angry?"

"Everyone here, we have all been through this period. The more we were in the rising stage before development, the more we dared to do anything for development. It's not like us now that we are bigger and barefoot and have to take care of this and that."

When everyone at the table heard this, they looked at each other, then laughed in unison.

"Come on, come on, stop talking and drink."

(End of this chapter)