In Tokyo, even the most fierce dragon is afraid of the hatchet

at this time.

A middle-aged man rushed over in a hurry.

Early in the morning, he was sweating profusely and looked panic-stricken, as if a ghost was chasing him, and he was obviously a little confused.

"Ms. Guan Yong, please help me change the price of the house listed in Roppongi! Immediately!! Please!"

"Oh. How much would you like to change it to, Mr. Hirakawa?"

"One million and two hundred thousand yen!"

One million and two hundred thousand yen?

The young man who was preparing to buy a house was stunned.

What kind of place is Rokubonme?

However, it is located in one of the most prosperous areas in Minato Ward, along the Hibiya Line, south of Akasaka and north of Azabu, and is surrounded by embassies of many countries.

Here, the average price of each apartment is around 1.6 million yen, and you have to draw lots to get one.

Is it because of some emergency that you are selling it at such a low price and you need funds?

such a pity!

Such a high down payment now!

No... call a friend to check...

Working in a factory and dealing with screws every day, the young man obviously does not understand the impact of financial policies.

Went to the side and made a few phone calls.

I returned to the real estate agency full of excitement.

I thought I could make a lot of money this time, but I found that the real estate agency was already surrounded by people.

Sell ​​house!

They're all selling houses!

Compared to the average price of 900,000 yen per stack in Arakawa Ward, the new listing price is actually around 600,000 yen on average.

A drop of one third!

No!

The house price dropped so much?

What happened...

......

It's drizzling.

The spring rain is always romantic and passionate.

It’s just that many people don’t understand romance, especially those who are holding on to hope and hoping to make a fortune by investing in real estate. They only feel a chill to the bone.

Half a month!

Only half a month.

The sun that never sets suddenly goes out!

Seemingly overnight, the hot real estate became unpopular.

The price of houses in Shinjuku dropped from 140 million to 70 per stack in just half a month. The price of houses in Arakawa Ward also dropped from 100 million to 50.

Nagoya and Osaka were even worse, falling directly from 100 million to ...

......

Chapter 311 321 One Trillion Two Hundred Billion Yen

Tokyo.

Under a bank building.

Countless people gathered together and formed a circle, pointing and talking in the center of the crowd.

A middle-aged man in his forties was lying on the ground, with blood foam coming out of his mouth and his eyes were dull. It seemed that he was breathing in more than out, and there was no way he could be saved.

"Did something happen?"

"Why would you do something that would hurt yourself?!"

"It is said that it is because he bought a house in Shinjuku a while ago for 1.4 million yen and has been paying off the loan for three years. Now the bank loan is higher than the house price."

"I knew that the price of houses would fall. Would I be stupid to buy a house at such a high price?"

"Then there's no need to commit suicide! Don't you consider your duty?"

"The problem is that not long ago, he used this house as collateral to buy another house, so..."

"Ah! It's this bastard who speculates in real estate. Then let him die!"

"He doesn't deserve any sympathy at all. If it wasn't for greed, how could he have ended up like this?"

"That's too much! It's not them who pushed up the housing prices. They are victims after all. The real bastards are real estate developers like Seibu Group. They deserve to die!"

"Where do the real estate developers get their land from? Where does the money for the house price increase come from? If it weren't for the support of the Ministry of Finance, how could this happen?"

"..."

Everyone was talking about it.

As the ambulance came rumbling in, the guy who jumped from the building had already become a corpse.

I don’t know who exclaimed again, and when everyone looked up, they found that there was another person standing upstairs.

"Ah! It's Section Chief Yamaki!!"

"You know him?"

And at this time.

The edge of the rooftop.

Shanmu's face was expressionless, his eyes were dull, and his tie, which was always neat, became crooked.

It took me ten years to finally become successful. I thought I would be able to live a worry-free life for the rest of my life thanks to my work and the properties I owned. However, I never expected the world to change so quickly and I lost everything overnight.

Thump thump thump!

Quick footsteps were heard from behind.

Looking back, I saw that it was the junior I had taught, a very outstanding young man.

"Senior Section Chief, please don't do anything to hurt yourself! No matter what happens, it will pass."

"I can't go on like this! I've already lost a lot of money in the stock market, and now the price of real estate has dropped so much, the bank won't let me go."

"But... Lord Shanmu, didn't you say that we must have the courage to face any difficulty, no matter how great it is?"

As the young man spoke, tears already flowed from his eyes.

Yamaki smiled bitterly: "But, in addition to courage, life also requires responsibility! If the bank confiscates the property, I can't let my wife and children live in the park with me! So, please leave these to my wife, Naoto..."

A few insurance policies were handed over.

Seeing this, the young people who had just entered society burst into tears and nodded vigorously.

Yamaki smoked a cigarette and finally looked at the crowd below: "Naoto, please remember this moment. Never invest in things that exceed your ability. Whether it is overdraft consumption or leveraged investment, this kind of thing must be banned forever."

"Hayi!"

"..."

A successful person in the financial circle jumped down from a building.

If it weren't for the overdrawn potential and the added leverage, things might have turned out completely differently.

But in such cases, the news only mentioned that a president of Tokyo Bank committed suicide, but no one mentioned that such a result was caused by overspending and leveraged investment in real estate.

Night falls.

As usual, Tokyo was lit up with bright lights.

People going in and out of various entertainment venues are still waving money in their hands, getting drunk and having fun under the bright lights.

People are still queuing up to buy the gold-plated sushi on the street, and countless young girls are enjoying the joy of breathing oxygen in the oxygen bar facing the window.

The advertising lights around are still flashing colorfully.

Some people were singing karaoke, some were dancing discotheques, drunk men were hugging hostesses, waving money to hail taxis, and everywhere was still filled with decadence and luxury and a bubble.

This scene.

Nagano Nao shook his head secretly.

The glory is gone, and such prosperity will only become dimmer and dimmer.

Next, the new generation of young people will become the well-known Heisei otaku!

Arrived at Sumitomo Chemical Building.

There were lights on upstairs.

Apparently he hasn't gotten off work yet.

Looking at the bright white lights on the top floor, Nagano Nao lit a cigarette in the car and smiled sarcasticly.

The Special Investigation Department suddenly took action against him. Under the appearance of justice, he had already felt the invisible undercurrent.

Speaking of which, this group of people are not only dealing with themselves, but Kaibe Oko is just being used as a gun.

justice?

Whether it is the verbal sparring among central banks or the high-sounding issue of national survival, it is just a coincidence.

It's just that it resulted in a just outcome.

To be honest, the people I'm on are the real bastards!

After taking three puffs of his cigarette, Nagano Nao threw the cigarette butt on the ground, straightened his neat suit, and stepped onto the stairs of Sumitomo Chemical.