Chapter 173: Dust off the dust and let the sunshine take root
Frost walked away.
The dignitaries gathered here were silent. They all knew who the lunatic that Gattuso's head was talking about, whose brain was muddled by shit, was... The only young man on Wall Street who didn't know the inside story fell to the ground. He couldn't help but
He knew who Angers was, but he was well aware of the financial resources and iron fist of the Gattuso family.
Because he said too much, he was about to be expelled from the company he founded. The young man from Wall Street felt that his world was spinning and his whole life was about to be ruined.
"Sorry, there is something wrong with the heir, so the acting head of the family is a little rude. Please continue chatting and dining." Patsy bowed, and then said softly to the waiter, "Send that young man from Wall Street back. He will not be there in the future."
Will appear at the Gattuso family's mansion."
Patsy quickly caught up with Frost and came to the office. As soon as the heavy soundproof door was closed, Frost slapped his palm on the expensive desk and roared regardless of his aristocratic image, "Damn Angers, how could he?"
Dare you send Caesar on such a dangerous mission?"
"Because the family tried to remove the principal some time ago, the relationship between the school board and Angers almost broke off. Since we can attack him, Angers will not care about our opinions. Caesar is a student of Cassel College.
Angers is the principal, and he has the right to assign Caesar to complete any task, which is in line with school regulations." Passy said softly.
"But we worked so hard to raise Caesar to be so good, we didn't let that old guy send him to die! I am Caesar's parent, and I have the right to make decisions on my child's safety!" Frost growled.
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"I'm sorry, although you may be dissatisfied, but what I want to remind you is..." Percy took a deep breath, "According to school rules and family regulations, the head of the Pompeii family is Caesar's parent... You are only representing the head of the family.
Taking care of Caesar, at best he can be regarded as an acting guardian...but the acting guardian has no right to stop the academy's tasks."
"Hell, what kind of breaking of the rules is this!" Frost shouted, "Then notify the Japanese branch! Go directly to them across Angers and ask them to terminate this plan in the name of the school board!"
"This method may not work, it should be said that it will not work. The Japanese branch will not care about the school board, and they may not even obey Angers' orders." Passy said, "The Japanese branch is almost independent of the secret party.
Yes, it can’t actually be considered a resident agency at all, because all the members of the Japanese branch are involved in the underworld.”
"A gangster?" Frost glared, "Why is there a gangster organization outside Kassel College?"
"The Japan branch was not founded after the Kassel Academy."
"At the beginning of the last century, Lord Mayek, the leader of the secret party, took a ferry to Japan. He found that the mixed races in Japan were fundamentally different from those in North America. We have an academic system to educate people, and they are simply like a group of savages.
, controls almost all black and gray industries in Japan and makes huge profits from them."
"Japan's mixed-race families don't believe in the academy at all. They only care about money and force, and are quite repelled by the combination with the Secret Party. So the two parties reached an agreement that the Japanese mixed-race families will support the academy opened by the Secret Party. The conditions are
The secret party is not allowed to interfere in the affairs of Japan itself."
"This situation did not improve until Principal Angers appeared. During World War II, he set foot on Japanese soil as a US military staff officer and almost single-handedly suppressed the entire Japanese underworld. The mixed-race people there respected him. Japan
The branch finally no longer exists in name only.”
"What is Angers doing? Participating in some gray industrial chains is already the limit. As the head of a school, he actually cooperates with the underworld?" Frost shouted angrily.
"It's not cooperation. The secret party does not interfere in illegal transactions, and illegal industries are controlled by the Japanese gangsters. The oldest family in the Japanese underworld has eight surnames, called the "Sheqi Eight Families".
"The Sheqi family never directly intervenes in illegal transactions. They are the heads of the Japanese yakuza, and they are also the law enforcers of the yakuza. Just like the commanders and soldiers, almost all Japanese yakuza accept their management."
"It can be said that the status of the Sheqi Eight Family in the Japanese gang is equivalent to that of the school board of directors in the secret party. Of course, there are no such unruly and outstanding talents as Principal Angers in the Japanese gangs they fight."
"I've heard about the Snake Qihachi Family. They tried to thwart me when I was bidding for a piece of property in Tokyo, but why didn't anyone tell me that they had this connection with the Secret Party?" Frost's voice trailed off slightly.
"The head of the Pompeii family knew about it, but he probably didn't think it was important, so he didn't tell you."
"Not important?" Frost was stunned.
He had replaced Pompey on the school board for fifteen years. During these fifteen years, he had always believed that he had all the power of Pompey, and nothing about the secret party could escape his eyes.
It wasn't until today that he was shocked to realize that this college is so strange. There are Angers inside and unruly people, and there are eight snakes outside that are beyond his reach. His right to speak can only order those professors without titles to take classes well?
What made him even more furious was Pompeo. Frost asked Pompeo to transfer all relevant matters to him, but Pompeo refused on the grounds: "The relevant matters you mentioned were those sent to me during the school board meeting.
"Little paper head?", "I folded a heart and gave it to the beautiful professor", and "Anyway, Ange will definitely hide something important from you, and what you see may not be true, so why make yourself uncomfortable?"
Woolen cloth".
"Also, the Japanese branch is the most stable among the branches. They submit the annual report to the academy on time every year. There has never been a dragon awakening in Japan. It can be said that we have no understanding of the situation there.
, Japan is shrouded in an invisible black curtain." Passi said, "We can't control them, not the school board, not the college."
"Call Pompeii and tell him that his son is about to be in danger and ask him to contact Angers to withdraw the order!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I contacted you, but I couldn't get in touch. The head of the family is participating in a charity trip called 'Spiritual Journey' in XZ. He wants to visit a lama in the foothills of the Himalayas.
Spend a week practicing life in the temple. There is no signal or network there, and it will take a week to even get in because the wheels cannot move forward in such thick snow."
"Why did he go to practice?" Frost suspected that he heard wrongly.
What kind of person was Pompeii? He wished he could travel around the world with his own mattress, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep, and he couldn't imagine how he would live in a lamasery in XZ.
"I seem to have heard some words about dual cultivation and joy in the lecture..."
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Lu Mingfei stood in front of a Japanese food store, which was on the development line some distance away from the bustling CBD area.
On the high door panel hangs a wooden plaque with vermilion characters of "Tokyo's Izakaya". The all-wood structure gives people the feeling that sunlight can penetrate the wooden boards and fill the room at any time. The ukiyo-e paintings on the exterior walls are exquisite and gorgeous.
But the door was locked, the metal lock handle was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the windows were closed. Through the pulp paper stuck between the wooden frames of the windows, you could vaguely see the darkness inside. This izakaya looked like
It has not been open for a long time.
Lu Mingfei's attention shifted from the door lock to the splendid ukiyo-e paintings on the outer wall. After a closer look, he discovered that the ukiyo-e paintings here, the craftsmanship of knife carving and ink dyeing were almost perfect, and the lines were as smooth as
The distant mountains and beautiful scenery are embedded in reality, making it magnificent and majestic.
These low-level brocade paintings, which are far away from pornography and sensuality, are definitely not something that can be drawn out by just finding an artist on the roadside. This genre of picture books with wide openings and wide closings is mostly used in the halls, halls and ancestral halls of large-scale underworld.
The master requires sufficient experience and rich skills. Of course, the price is also unimaginably expensive.
"You can take photos and group photos, but these wooden boards are not for sale." A voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Lu Mingfei looked back and saw a middle-aged woman who looked like a sanitation worker wearing an orange vest. A broom that was taller than a person was slanted on her arms and shoulders. The woman was brushing away fallen leaves and dust with a slender bamboo tied tightly to the front of the broom.
, while looking at Lu Mingfei warily.
"You misunderstood, I'm not here to buy these Ukiyo-e paintings, I'm just here to see the owner of this izakaya." Lu Mingfei explained.
"Do you know the boss here?" The middle-aged woman still lost the vigilance in her eyes.
"We all know each other. I was lucky enough to meet Mr. Kenjiro when we had dinner here last year. He looks very rigid on the outside, but he is a very gentle elder on the inside." Lu Mingfei recalled.
"It's an acquaintance." The middle-aged woman finally smiled.
Lu Mingfei nodded: "I have received gifts from Mr. Kenjiro, but I have never had time to thank you. I happen to be going to Japan soon. I remembered that Mr. Kenjiro's hometown is in Japan, and I just wanted to ask if there is anything I can do to help.
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"I am the sanitation worker responsible for the sanitation of this street. I have worked here for three years, and I have known Mr. Kenjiro for three years. Sometimes when I work the night shift and this store is closed, Mr. Kenjiro will always stuff some rice balls or eggnog.
He has always taken good care of me. Although he speaks with an accent, he is really a nice person." The woman said sincerely.
"Isn't he here? It seems like the izakaya hasn't been open for a long time." Lu Mingfei asked.
"It must have been a month. I seemed to have left in a hurry. I didn't even have time to say hello or post a notice. I suddenly closed down a month ago. The door has never been opened again. I don't know when I can come back."
." The middle-aged woman sighed.
"During this period, people often come over and ask if this house is for sale, and if these wall panels are for sale, probably because they are attracted by these beautiful patterns. What's even more outrageous is that some people see that the boss seems to be away all the time, with a saw and
Wood Hammer came here in the middle of the night to steal wood boards, just in time for me to work the night shift, but I drove him away with a broom. If I encounter such an unqualified thief again, I will shake him all over with the ashes in the dustpan to see if he can still
Do you dare to come?"
Seeing the middle-aged woman's face full of indignation when she spoke, Lu Mingfei finally understood why the woman put on such a vigilant look when she saw him looking at the ukiyo-e, as if she wanted to call the police and arrest him immediately.
"Thank you, auntie. Since Mr. Kenjiro is not here, I will take my leave now and come back to visit you when I come back from Japan." Lu Mingfei was about to turn around and leave.
"Hey, young man, wait a minute." The middle-aged woman stopped Lu Mingfei. She put the broom and dustpan in the corner of the izakaya and approached Lu Mingfei, looking a little hesitant.
"What's the matter, auntie?" Lu Mingfei asked.
"I heard that, I just heard about it." The middle-aged woman lowered her voice, "Didn't someone come and ask if these beautiful wooden boards were for sale some time ago? At that time, I didn't know how expensive this thing was, and I thought to myself, how much does it cost?
How much can a piece of wood with a few paintings on it be sold for? I saw that the young man was dressed mysteriously, but quite luxuriously, so I asked him how much this thing could be sold for. He said it depends on whether the buyer knows the goods.
, People who don’t know the goods can only buy it as a beautiful painting, and it costs up to 1,800 yuan per square meter. But if you meet the people who know the goods, it will be a sky-high price!”
"Then what?"
"Then I asked if this thing was inlaid with gold or jade. He said that if this thing were bought by some eight people, gold and jade would be nothing compared to these paintings!" said the middle-aged woman.
, "I thought to myself, this is okay, isn't it the same as a golden mountain placed on the roadside? So from then on, I sometimes stopped by to have a look even when I was not at work, just for fear of being noticed by thieves!"
"Eight Families?" Lu Mingfei pondered, "He's talking about... the Eight Families of Sheqi?"
"Oh, yes, yes, that's the name? You know it too?" the middle-aged woman was surprised.
"I just heard about it."
"I didn't know what the Eight Families were, so I kept asking. I couldn't quite understand a lot of what the young man said. What kind of family is this? What kind of ghosts and gods are there? It's so mysterious." The middle-aged woman whispered,
"Later I went back and thought about it. The young man seemed to be saying that Mr. Kenjiro was a bad guy in the past, a gangster. He seemed to have killed people and stolen things, and then he came here to hide for decades. Anyway, what he said was very scary.
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Lu Mingfei was silent for a while and said with a smile: "Oh, Auntie, that's all a lie to you! He said that Mr. Kenjiro was a murderer or something so that he could get the paintings on the wooden boards. Then he would brag again.
It’s easy to sell for money!”
"Hey, let me tell you, Mr. Kenjiro doesn't look like a bad person in any way. How can a bad person give me porridge at night?" The woman smiled happily, "The same goes for that young man. Looking at what he wears, I didn't expect it.
He is such a shameless liar. Every time I see him in the future, I will chase him away with a broom!"
"You are so powerful, auntie. You are very reliable guarding this store!" Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs up.
"Does that need to be said? Your aunt has never read any books. She has worked hard for half her life and has plenty of strength!" The middle-aged woman turned back and picked up her broom and dustpan. "Young man, if you meet Mr. Kenjiro, say hello to me.
Just let him go about his own business without worrying, and I will keep an eye on his house for him!"
"No problem!" Lu Mingfei nodded heavily.
This middle-aged woman who is too ordinary to keep up with the times may never know what kind of people she has met or what stories she has heard in her whole life. She may also never be able to understand the "Shenqi Eight Family" and "the main family" in her whole life.
What do the words "ghost" and "ghost" symbolize, and what huge waves can they cause in Japan.
The only thing she knew was that she met a nice izakaya owner in a corner of the city, who could lend her a little warmth every long and difficult late night, and that was enough.
So she felt grateful, and would be particularly serious every time the long broom brushed across the road around the izakaya. The fallen leaves and dust were swept away, and the sunshine seemed to take root in her heart.