The Kyoto Bubble Era: Starting from the Sale of Hundreds of Millions of Properties

Chapter 37 Unsettled Night

Irie Masa, who had just finished meeting with Yamada Kazuma, walked into the rental house, and a few Yakuza hurried over.

"Brother Ijiang, Ruotou said that I want to see you now!"

Looking for me so late?
At this moment, Masaru Irie still had the words on the cigarette case reverberating in his mind. It was hard for him to imagine that with such a small piece of paper, could he really bring down the Yamada-gumi, who had been making waves in Osaka for decades?

Big Brother Yamada Kazuma believes so much in Kitahara Sosuke.

The point is, from the beginning to the end, this method is helping the Yamada group to make money. In this way, isn't Yamada Yang's position more stable?

He couldn't figure it out, so he just didn't care about it. Anyway, he just listened to what Big Brother Yamada said.

Loyalty and brotherhood are highly valued within the pole club, but Irie has no feelings for the Yamada group.

From the moment he adopted him, Masamune Yamada was ready to use him as a sharp knife that could be discarded at will.

Maybe he still had a little loyalty and affection for Yamada-gumi when he was young. As he got older and Yamada Kazuma left, the ardor in his heart has long since faded away.

What a joke, brotherhood?
On the extreme path, there are only eternal interests.

Life is earned by people themselves.

For so many years, Masa Irie has only felt true brotherhood in Yamada Kazuma, for the simple reason that he has blocked a fatal bullet for himself.

As for the rest, please, it's just a plot that only appears in TV movies, whoever takes it seriously is an idiot.

When he came to the giraffe nightclub, his mother Sang, who was smoking at the bar, said hello to him: "Yo, Irijiang-sang, it's rare to see you here, do you want to arrange for Hana sauce to come?"

"No, if you have something to do, find me." Irie Zheng rarely came to this kind of entertainment venue. His interest was in exercising, strengthening his body, and improving his combat effectiveness.

His physique is not as good as Yamada Kazuma, and he doesn't have any special fighting ability.

Must be able to play, very capable.

Hana is a little-known princess in the Giraffe nightclub, but unexpectedly has a bad temper with him.

He would come here occasionally to look for her.

Yamada Yang, who was sitting in the VIP box, held a princess like a flower like jade in each of his hands. Opposite him, a fat, dead pig-like man was sleeping on the sofa, his clothes were disheveled, and he snored loudly.

"Brother Ijiang, come, sit here!" Yamada Yang pushed a princess in his arms over, "Go, this is my most loyal and good brother, take good care of him."

"Okay~" The princess crawled over with a pretty smile, but was pushed away by Masaru Irie.

"Ruotou, what's the matter?" Irie stood up straight.

Yamada Yang sullenly pulled back the princess, this kid is too serious, just like Yamada Kazuma, boring.

"I heard that things were messed up at night? How many brothers were injured by Yamada Kazuma?" Yamada Yang crossed Erlang's legs.

Irie looked up at him, surprised by his well-informed information, and then nodded silently: "I have already followed Ruotou's instructions. It was Koizumi and the others who stayed behind privately, and then they were beaten by Yamada Kazuma."

"What the hell! It's a group of rice buckets!" Yamada Yang slammed the wine glass in his hand to the ground, causing a group of princesses to scream, "You can't even beat a trash! Brother Ijiang, you said that Xiaolin Xingzi directly How about catching the headquarters? If you do it, you should be fine."

"Ruotou, she is a staff member of Dongchan." I Jiang Zheng scolded the stupid donkey in his heart, but his face was very calm, "If you do this, you are crossing the line."

Tokyo Development Bank is the core bank of the Mitsubishi Consortium. At present, the RB and the six major consortiums are heaven. They control the national economy and politics. If they oppose them, they must be mentally prepared for the next day's disappearance.

"Hey, it's such an exaggeration, isn't it just a little teller." Yamada Yang was suspicious, seeing that Irijiang Zheng had no expression or reaction, so he had to lean back on the sofa, "Okay, okay, I know, don't do it. . Then it's okay to kill that traitor to me, right?"

"As long as you get hold of his traces, you'll be fine." Irie nodded.

"Okay, Brother Ijiang, you are safe. By the way, I also know the woman named Onodera. I heard that she opened a ramen restaurant in Hokkaido. Hehe, I will give her an unforgettable surprise."

Yamada Yang smiled, reached out and touched the dresses of several princesses, causing them to smile again and again.

Irie didn't speak.

"Hey, trouble, my father has been urging me to do something recently, but what else can I do besides buying real estate and lending usury? Can the money be born by myself? Do you have"

Yamada Yang, who was a little distressed, patted his head heavily when he said this,
"You said me, sorry, you didn't even graduate from elementary school."

"Ruotou, in fact, I was doing a mission a few days ago, but I got something out of the mouths of a few financial elites." Irie maintained a flat face.

"Financial elite? Oh, those bastards from the securities firms, why did you secretly borrow our loan sharks?" Yamada Yang sat upright and became interested.

He really wanted to hang out with this group of financial people, but most of them didn't look down on his status. I heard that he was born in the extreme way, and avoiding him was the same as avoiding ghosts.

"Buying stocks, they said that the stock market is still rising and may exceed [-] points or something. I wrote down a few stocks they mentioned in their chat." Irie said truthfully.

"It's good, let's hear it."

Irie was telling what was on the paper of the cigarette pack. In fact, he really didn't understand it at all. He had not graduated from elementary school, so it was a little difficult to read words, and the names of several stocks were also mispronounced.

But it is precisely because of this that Yamada Yang is even more convinced.

He hasn't read the book for a long time, how can he have the brain to deceive him with stocks?
Yamada Yang listened with a smile on his face, feeling that better days are coming.

Yeah, real estate returns are still too slow, and what's more lucrative than stocks that can be bought and sold at any time?
Leaving the box, Irijiang saw some bruised-faced Hana sauce at the door. Her stage name is Ishihara Flower. She is quite cute, but she likes to do whatever she likes, and then always anger the guests, and sometimes the other party will punch and kick.

She didn't care much either.

Just give money.

Ishihara was wearing a halter top in winter, with a short skirt similar to nothing, and there were various tattoos on her thighs and arms. I heard that she used to be the daughter of a certain pole boss.

The status of female family members is very low in the extreme way, with some exceptions.

After her father died, she was reduced to a nightclub.

Obviously still at the age of reading, but already skilled in all kinds of communication, to please men.

Ishihara Hana smoked a cigarette and looked at him.

What a troublesome woman.

"I only have [-] yen." Irie walked over with no expression.

"It doesn't matter, just find a place to sleep, I'll give you a discount." Ishihara Hua smiled and took his hand.

That night, he knew he was doomed to sleepless nights.

Also sleepless was Kitahara Canosuke, who was sleeping in the living room.

At his insistence, the three girls occupied a bedroom, and he lay on the soft sofa in the living room.

However, not long after falling asleep, in a daze, he heard someone coming to the living room, rustling, and then a thick blanket was covering him.

The air conditioner temperature was also turned down.

The lotus-like scent of the girl came close, it was Norika Fujiwara.

She looked at herself quietly for a while, but Kitahara Canosuke didn't respond well, so she could only pretend to sleep.

After finally waiting for her to leave, Kitahara Canosuke twisted his stiff body and just turned over.

Here comes again!

Kobayashi Kyoko, who was also holding a blanket, took off her slippers, walked barefoot on the floor, carefully adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, pushed the fan blades up, and walked gently to the sofa.

Kitahara Aosuke just put Fujiwara Norika's blanket behind his head, and another one was pressed on him.

Xiao Lin Xingzi had that faint orchid smell on her body, probably just after taking a bath, her skin was rosy and crystal clear, and she had a strong girly smell.

She helped Kitahara Canosuke cover the blanket, then slowly knelt down and sat down, quietly peeping at his sleeping face.

After watching for a while, Kobayashi Kyoko slowly approached his ear, and whispered something at a not-so-close distance.

"Arigado (thank you)."

The girl's breath came in bursts, Kitahara Sosuke continued to play dead, and after a long time, Kobayashi Kyoko stood up again, went to the kitchen to pour a cup of wheat tea, and then gently placed it on the coffee table.

"Eurasian Smith (good night), Kitahara-san."

The night came quietly in immersion.

(End of this chapter)