My capital is quite large.

Tokyo, Narita International Airport.

Inside the bustling departure hall, flight information was being broadcast over the loudspeaker in gentle Japanese.

At a relatively secluded coffee shop, Hayata, dressed in plain clothes and looking hurried, was saying his final goodbye to his good friend Miyamura, whom he had known for less than a year.

"Hayata-kun, once you get to Europe, you'll be on your own."

Miyamura took a document out of his briefcase and handed it over, solemnly instructing him:

"According to the plan we gave you before, you will first fly to Milan, Italy, and then transfer there."

"If you apply for a long-term residence permit in Switzerland directly, you are likely to be rejected. Therefore, our company's legal team suggests that you first obtain a Schengen residence permit in Italy through investment."

"I've already arranged a house for you in Milan."

"Take the Milan Metro Red Line towards San Sesto, get off at Sesto-San Giovanni station, and it's a few minutes' walk from there."

"The address is: 37 Fiume Road. Please remember to take the subway in the correct direction."

"If you encounter any problems in your life later, feel free to call this number left in the document."

Listening to Miyamura's meticulous arrangements, Hayata nodded repeatedly and said:

"Miyamura-kun, I can't thank you enough; I'll remember this kindness for the rest of my life!"

Miyamura smiled slightly, lowered his voice mysteriously, and took out a pink, exquisitely designed support USB drive from the inside pocket of his coat. The drive was printed with the official AKB48 logo and chibi-style portraits of the members.

"Hayata-kun, keep this safe."

Miyamura placed the USB drive on the table and gently pushed it over:

"This cold wallet key contains a total of 4000 bitcoins."

"Based on today's trading prices, it's worth approximately $1100 million."

"And don't worry, I recently got some inside information from some big shots that Bitcoin's price will rise very well this year."

"If you can hold on until the end of the year, the value of these four thousand bitcoins will most likely double."

Then, Miyamura took out an unopened Mastercard from his pocket and stuffed it into Hayata's hand:

"In addition, the 2 euros in this card is my personal allowance for you. The PIN is on the back of the card sleeve."

"When living abroad, you always need to have some cash on hand for protection."

"We're brothers, don't stand on ceremony with me."

A secret sum of $1100 million, plus a thoughtful personal sponsorship of 2 euros.

Hayata looked at the heavy bank card in his hand, and then at the USB drive with his favorite idol's image printed on it, and he could no longer control his emotions.

He gripped Miyamura's hand, his voice choked with emotion, and said:

"Miyamura-kun... I, I really don't know what to say."

"Having a brother like you, my life has been worthwhile!"

"Alright, hurry up and go through the security check, don't miss your flight." Miyamura patted his shoulder, smiling gently and calmly.

......

Twenty minutes later.

As he watched Hayata, who looked excited and full of longing for his new life, check in and board the plane, Miyamura's gentle smile quickly turned cold.

He turned around, strode out of the terminal, and got into an inconspicuous black sedan.

The call was connected.

"The person has boarded the plane to Milan Malpensa Airport and has successfully boarded," Miyamura reported, holding his phone.

A moment later, a clear, young female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Where should the transit point be?"

"Strictly following your instructions, we will transit in Bangkok, Thailand, with a five-hour layover."

Miyamura paused for a moment, then continued with a detailed report:

"He was carrying a Mastercard prepaid card with 2 euros on it, as well as a USB drive containing the wallet key to 4000 bitcoins."

"The USB drive's appearance is a limited edition supported by AKB48, and the design is very easy to recognize."

......

Xiangjiang Aoxuan, the eleventh floor belongs to Zhang Xinyu.

Zhang Xinyu, who is about to graduate with a master's degree from Jinan University, would naturally not return to Hong Kong at such a crucial juncture without a reason.

Unlike the Tang Dynasty Poet Immortals, whose studios and subsidiaries are mostly located in the country.

Yu Feng Media, owned by Zhang Xinyu, has been headquartered in Bangkok, Thailand, since the day it was registered.

To outsiders, this company is an unremarkable, even somewhat low-profile, cultural investment firm.

But its specific operations behind the scenes and its somewhat exaggerated security forces... are probably only known to Zhang Xinyu herself.

"Ding-dong."

The phone vibrated slightly.

The encrypted email sent by Miyamura from Tokyo was quickly projected onto the tablet computer on the desktop.

The email contained a photo of a USB flash drive with an AKB48 logo, information about a Mastercard magnetic stripe, Hayata's boarding pass and flight information for today, and several close-up photos of Hayata in casual clothes taken secretly at the airport.

Zhang Xinyu moved to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the fog-shrouded Victoria Harbour.

With a simple tap of her slender fingertips on the screen, she forwarded the entire collection of photos and flight data to her contact in Bangkok, Thailand.

Then, Zhang Xinyu dialed a mysterious number starting with +66 without any expression on her face.

After the call connected, the eldest sister, who was always the most tactful in Li Feng's harem, coldly instructed into the receiver:

"My destination is Bangkok, with a five-hour layover."

"Bring that AKB USB drive and Mastercard back clean."

"As for people..." Zhang Xinyu turned her head slightly, looking at the dark sea outside the window, and uttered three words in a flat tone:

"The usual rules."

......

Same as always.

For the skilled outsourcing workers at Yufeng Company who operate in the gray areas of the Golden Triangle and northern Myanmar, the meaning of this term couldn't be simpler.

We will recover every penny of the money.

People, on the other hand, will silently vanish during this five-hour layover.

Hayata, who thought he could live a carefree life in Europe by selling the core photoresist technology of Shin-Etsu Group, a company he thought was doing well.

He probably will never reach Milan's Malpensa Airport in his lifetime.