"Of course, I heard that ninety years ago, a lot of money was spent to plant trees here!" The uncle, who knew a little about everything, told his aunt about science.
"How much did it cost?" asked my aunt. After being shocked by the financial resources of the Sheqihachi family all day long, she felt that she was no longer frightened by financial figures.
"Money at that time and money now are not the same concept." The uncle remembered a popular and somewhat exaggerated saying on the Internet, "One hundred thousand trees, and every inch of precious land in the center of Tokyo, such a huge piece of land
If the land was sold at the price of the money at that time and the commercial value of the land now, this money might be able to buy an entire continent in the United States, which is not very wealthy."
"Oh my God!" Even though she was fully prepared mentally, her aunt was still frightened and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"This was already said ten years ago." Not far away, Fuma Kotaro heard the conversation between his uncle and aunt and took the initiative to explain, "This statement was not an exaggeration ten years ago, but since the economic bubble of Japan's real estate industry was poked
After the war, the economy of Japan as a whole, especially Tokyo, has regressed for at least twenty years. Now even if the entire Meiji Shrine's more than 70 hectares of land and its resources are packaged and sold, it cannot buy a barren United States.
The continent.”
"It's probably enough to buy a dozen of the most expensive hills in the wealthy areas of Los Angeles." Fuma Kotaro said this lightly again.
Hiss... gasps sounded, not only from aunt, but also from Director Chen and Mrs. Chen not far away.
"I really saw the world when I came out." My aunt couldn't help but sigh. She suddenly seemed to remember something and asked Fuma Kotaro warily, "Then this Meiji Jingu Shrine is also opened by your family...otherwise
Why do you have to find connections to hold a wedding here, but you can just book the venue?"
"No, you are overthinking." Fuma Kotaro shook his head and denied his aunt's statement, "Meiji Shrine is a public asset of the Japanese government and the people of Japan. It does not belong to a certain group or organization, and it does not belong exclusively to Snake Kihachi.
Home."
"That's good, that's good." Auntie slapped her chest and gasped, "If your family is so rich, it would be really scary."
"Although Meiji Jingu Shrine does not belong to one person, the Jakiki Hachi family contributed to the construction of this shrine. It was a difficult era, and the Japanese government should not be rich, so the family helped build Meiji Jingu Shrine and invested manpower and material resources.
and financial resources, all without asking for anything in return." Fuma Kotaro led his uncle and aunt to stop in front of a very dated stone tablet, and read the names engraved on the top of the stone tablet, "Tachibana Chiyo, Tachibana Nohara,
Toru Miyamoto...these are the ancestors of the family, and the organization they created at that time is the predecessor of the current Maruyama Construction Institute of the family."
Uncle and aunt stood blankly in front of the huge stone monument that was taller than a person. Directly above the stone monument was written the words "Founder of Meiji Shrine" in Japanese. There were densely packed names, not only Japanese, but also Europeans and even
There are probably hundreds of Chinese people in total, and the names that Fuma Kotaro read are among the top ones.
The uncle and aunt were speechless and choked. What else could they say? No wonder they could book the entire Meiji Shrine. Although this shrine was not opened by their family, it was built by their family with money, effort and people. Still,
It's free of charge, it's almost like doing charity. Now people want to use your place, are you embarrassed not to let them use it?
No wonder the relationship is so hard, the government has to give face to the Tokyo native emperor. At this moment, the uncle and aunt vaguely understood what an amazing wife Lu Mingfei married... Based on Eliyi's status in this family,
Maybe they grew up riding on the Prime Minister’s head and pulling the Emperor’s beard when they were little!
Even more silent are Director Chen and Mrs. Chen. Although they are far from rich, in that small coastal town, their family can be considered middle class. They originally thought that it would be enough. In a few years, Chen
If the director's position is promoted one or two more levels, the family will have the opportunity to be promoted to the upper class. But at this moment, Director Chen and his wife deeply realize that the gap between the middle class and the truly rich is wider than the gap between the poor and the middle class.
Hundreds of times more. This gap is not just about money. They have accumulated a strong reputation through generations of accumulation of original capital, and have built a lot of relationships and connections with the local government and people.
The wealth and power have reached an extremely terrifying level.
Even if he really started out as a gangster, he has now formed a complete business system, like a large tree with tangled roots, deeply rooted in the land of Japan. This is simply not comparable to a company or an enterprise.
Because this family has almost no possibility of bankruptcy or overthrow, unless Japan is destroyed.
Incomparable, completely incomparable, there is no need to even be jealous... Mrs. Chen's face turned pale at this moment. At this time, her desire to compare with her aunt's family no longer existed, because when the gap was too big, comparisons
It loses its meaning.
One person is able to ascend to heaven. The nephew of the old Lu family is married to a good wife, the aunt and the others are able to shine in front of others, and the old Chen family has not been able to find a relative with such a prominent family background for ten generations, even in the future.
No matter what, she couldn't marry into such a family, and Mrs. Chen didn't dare to consider this possibility.
Perhaps the happiest time for a frog is when it stays at the bottom of a well, where it can bully small fish, insects, and shrimps, because once it sees the vast world outside the well, it will realize how small it is.
How humble, how worthless in front of a truly huge existence... If this frog's willpower is not strong enough, it might collapse on the spot.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The journey along the way is not very fast. After all, there is no need to rush for the wedding. It is like a tour. The big shots from the underworld family accompany the aunt and others on the tour.
While strolling leisurely, the family owners explained to their uncles and aunts the history and current situation of this shrine and even this country.
My uncle and aunt listened with great interest, because what the heads of the Sheqiba family told was the most real and unknown side of this country, which was completely different from the news reports they saw on TV and on the Internet every day.
The uncle said that he gained a lot of knowledge, and the aunt also enjoyed it.
Director Chen and Mrs. Chen consciously led Jiajia and slowly landed at the back of the crowd. People are distinguished by their self-awareness. Uncle and auntie, Lu Mingze, were the guests of the same family, but they were not.
To put it bluntly, they were just outsiders who came to "take advantage" of the wedding banquet. As for the two thousand yuan, Director Chen felt ashamed when he thought about it... Even the Disneyland in the morning was more than this price, let alone the afternoon one.
The entire Meiji Jingu Shrine was booked, and it looked like a grand banquet.
To put it bluntly, with such a big industry, how can the two thousand yuan of this person’s money be enough to attract people’s attention?
"But this park is really big. We have walked for so long and we haven't even reached the end yet." The shoes my aunt wore today were a little thin and high, and her feet were already a little tired.
"We're not even halfway there yet," said the uncle. "You can only reach the center when you see a temple-like building. Also, this is not a park. This is Meiji Shrine. Overall,
It’s considered a very large shrine.”
"We're not halfway there yet?" Auntie's face turned bitter, "Then this place is too big, and cars can't even drive in? It's quite hard to get married here."
"Because of the regulations of the shrine, only walking is allowed after passing through the torii. Motor vehicles or bicycles are not allowed in the shrine area. We are not too good at breaking the rules." Fuma Kotaro explained with a smile, "But we will hurry up.
When we get there, right in front, where you can see the wall, is the hand-washing area."
"Yeah, we're finally here." Auntie stepped on her feet and looked around. There was a not-so-steep slope in front of her. She stood on tiptoes and could barely see the edge of the building. So Auntie tried her best, quickened her pace, and worked hard.
The ground rushed forward.
After going uphill, my aunt was stunned. She completely stayed in place. If it weren't for her frightened expression, swallowing of saliva, and uncontrollable swaying of her legs, it would have looked like she had been cast on a body-holding technique.
Similar.
The uncle didn't notice anything strange about his aunt, because he too was frozen in place, his eyes wide open, as if he had seen a ghost, and he did not dare to take another step forward.
In front of the Jingshou Section of Meiji Jingu Shrine’s southern shrine, men dressed in black are lined up neatly. They have short swords in white sheaths at their waists, and black gun handles can be vaguely seen on the chests. They wear uniform styles of pure trousers.
Wearing black suits, they stood in front of a huge torii gate with peeling paint. Each man wore sunglasses on his face, but even if they were obscured by sunglasses, their solemnity and solemnity could still be seen from the exposed parts of their faces.
There is no doubt that this is a group of thugs, ferocious thugs, well-trained thugs. They stand there like a group of Shura ghosts coming out of hell. The pressure makes people feel tight in their chests and makes them almost breathless.
Angry... uncle and aunt even had the feeling that everyone here had blood on their hands.
Hundreds, no exaggeration, there are at least thousands of such fierce men gathered here!
The conscientious salesman from the small city had never seen such a battle before. He subconsciously protected his aunt and Lu Mingze behind him, but he still couldn't hide the fear on his face. If his wife and children weren't still here, he would have turned away.
, he was about to run away.
Men are like this, let alone an ordinary housewife like aunt. This battle was so frightening that she couldn't stand still. If she hadn't been supporting her uncle's arm, she would have fallen to the ground.
The little fat man was ready to run away, but he didn't dare to act rashly. He had a gun in his hand! Lu Mingze was afraid that he would startle those people when he turned around, so they would draw their guns and shoot. With so many guns, even one bullet per person
, I have to be shot into a sieve full of holes... No, I am shot into mud!
"They... who are they... why are these people blocking the road here?" Auntie asked Uncle or Fuma Kotaro, her voice trembling uncontrollably, "These people shouldn't be your enemies, right?"
…Is this too many people?”
"Let my wife and children go first, please!" the uncle yelled, scratching his neck, "I can stay as a hostage, but I have to let my wife and children leave!"
Director Chen and his family also stopped at the halfway point, not daring to go up at all. Jiajia hid in the arms of her parents and shivered... Fortunately, fortunately, they were walking at the back of the crowd, so they would not look like the uncles and aunts at the front.
They have to face those scary men in black. If those men suddenly shoot at this place, one or two people in their family of three may be lucky enough to survive.
It's not that there are no other possibilities, but these men look too fierce and scary. Each one of them looks like they have crawled out of a mountain of corpses. They are full of evil spirits, and they almost have the words "I want to kill" printed on their faces.
Come on... Why are you here if you're not here to cause trouble?
And when Fuma Kotaro and several other family heads slowly walked up the hill, and all the family heads showed up, the men in black who had been silent finally made some movement.
The men's steps were uniform, and the huge crowd split along the center and moved to the left and right sides, like a black cube being cut smoothly along the center line.
The men stopped at the left and right sides of the huge torii gate, vacating the road in the center of the torii gate. They transformed from a square procession into two groups of people, and bowed deeply three times in the direction of the center.
There is no need for any words. The men are silent from beginning to end, but everyone can feel it. This is a silent respect, solemn and noble. These terrible men pay tribute to someone, or some people.
With their utmost respect, it was like young guards meeting their king.
Gradually, uncle, aunt and others came to their senses... These people didn't seem to be looking for trouble, right?
"I'm sorry to frighten you. Don't worry. No one dares to cause trouble to the Snake Qihachi family today." Fuma Kotaro pointed at the men and explained to his uncle and aunt, "They are all members of the family, and this is the head of the family.
According to the arrangement, Disneyland doesn’t need so many people everywhere in the morning, so they waited here early in the morning.”
"You mean, these people...are all members of your family?" Auntie wanted to imitate Fuma Kotaro and point to those people, but she was still a little frightened and could only ask dryly.
"Yes, they are members of the clan directly under our family, that is, people from each of the eight families. There may be a few foreign surnames, but everyone's name is recorded in the genealogy." Fuma Kotaro nodded with a smile.
"There...are so many people in your family?" Auntie wanted to say something, but she found that the words still couldn't come out, so she could only hold back this sentence.
This is the first time that aunt and the others have seen the whole picture of this ancient family, and the shock it brings is definitely nuclear bomb level.