"explain."
Simple, powerful words.
He was not worried that this might be a call from a superior, so he was not afraid that his tone would offend anyone.
When it comes to Naoes Jinjiro's level, the bigwigs above him are all more cautious about their lives. They would never work overtime like him at this time. They go to bed on time at 10 o'clock in the evening with extreme precision. They also do 20 minutes of stretching exercises before going to bed. They never leave stress and fatigue until the next day. Doctors say they are normal.
And this empiricism is still correct today. As Naoes Jinjiro finished speaking, a somewhat flattering voice rang out on the phone.
"Secretary General, there was news from the Kengan Association today that the fatal elimination tournament will be held in a month. Should we, the Ten Kings, also..."
"join."
Without waiting for the words to be finished, Naoe Jinjiro spoke immediately.
After he finished speaking, he paused, put down the pen in his hand, stood up slightly, tapped the table lightly with the tip of his right index finger a few times, and said after pondering for a moment.
"Have I ever told you before about arranging the candidates for the fighting skills?"
"You said it, you said it."
Even through the phone screen, just by listening to the voice I could imagine the nodding and bowing appearance of the person in charge of Ten Kings Communications on the other end.
"It's Bando Yohei. You've already explained it to me before, and I've also discussed it with the prison. They said that for safety reasons, it's best to wait until the day of the death match to pick him up."
"Okay, I see, but you don't have to go."
Naoes Jinjiro said calmly.
"This matter has nothing to do with you anymore. I will let someone else go and pick him up when the time comes."
"Varied……"
The voice on the phone suddenly stopped.
After a while, the person in charge of Ten Kings Communications spoke cautiously.
"Secretary General, what you mean is..."
"It means exactly what it says. I will let another person take charge of your Ten Kings Communication's participation in the Kengan Zetsukai. That's all."
Naoe Jinjiro exhaled lightly, with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Why, you didn't think I was going to jerk you off that position?"
"No, no, no, no..."
His little thoughts were exposed, and the person on the other end of the phone apologized repeatedly.
Naoe Jinjiro curled his lips and said, "Don't worry, you can still be the president of Juou Communications. It is a great achievement to be able to deal with Bando Yohei, but this great achievement is only useful to some people. For you, it is nothing more than icing on the cake."
"Yes, yes, you are talking about..."
Being able to deal with a death row inmate who even the Japanese government was helpless to deal with is certainly a huge achievement, which is equivalent to saving the face and reputation of one's own boss. Even if it is really just the so-called "icing on the cake", it will be of great help for further promotion in the future.
The president of Shiwang Communications was certainly unwilling to give up this lucrative job that came with both risks and rewards.
But now that his superiors have spoken, what else can he do?
Of course, you can only hand it over to others honestly~
But it's not all bad. At least I don't have to come into contact with that horrible murderer, right?
"Well, that's it then."
Glancing at the time on the wall clock, Naoe Jinjiro hung up the phone without saying anything else and dialed another number.
"Are you free? Come to my office now. I have something important to give you."
With just this brief sentence, Naoe Jinjiro hung up the phone again.
Twenty minutes... maybe half an hour later, three knocks were heard outside the office door, and then the door was pushed open. A middle-aged man who looked only slightly younger than Naoes Jinjiro, about forty or fifty years old, walked in in a well-dressed suit late at night, and sat down at the desk as if he was familiar with the place.
"Secretary General." Ayanokouji Atsuomi said in a deep voice.
"coming."
After finishing the report in one breath, Naoe Jinjiro calmly put down the pen in his hand.
He did not stop working even while waiting for the other party to arrive.
"You said you had something important to entrust to me." Ayanokouji Atsuomi said.
"Yes, but there's no need to be so formal."
Naoes Jinjiro smiled rarely, he stood up from his desk, went to the water dispenser in front of Ayanokouji Atsuomi, poured himself a glass of water, then returned to his desk, put the glass in front of the latter and sat down again.
"Remember what happened to Bando Yohei?"
"remember."
Ayanokouji Atsuomi frowned slightly. As a member of the Naoes faction, this matter was enough to give Naoes Jinjiro a headache, and it also gave him a headache.
"I have thought of a solution before. If it really doesn't work, I can use the excuse of transferring to another prison as an excuse to install a bomb on the escort vehicle and detonate it after driving on the highway. Afterwards, I can claim it was a technical failure."
"No, I have already made preparations in other aspects."
Naoe Jinjiro waved his hand: "Do you know the Kengan Society?"
"I know a little, but not much." Ayanokouji Atsuomi answered truthfully.
"Just know it. Just now, Nagashima from Juou Communication called me and said that a fatal elimination tournament will be held next month at Yuanliu Island. I plan to let Bando Yohei participate as a fighter from Juou Communication, and I have already hired the people from the Wu clan. By then, it will be a real place without heaven and earth."
"You intend to let me take charge of this?"
Ayanokouji Atsuomi has already shown signs of this.
Although Naoes Jinjiro was talking about Juou Communication and Bando Yohei throughout, it was obvious that these words were just a prelude to the last sentence.
What's more, if you called him over so late just to tell him what happened, then you must be crazy.
And what Naoes Jinjiro said next really confirmed his guess.
"Yes, I do intend to let you, Ayanokouji-kun, take charge of this matter. This is an opportunity. As long as Bando Yohei can be dealt with, it will definitely be a great achievement in the eyes of the superiors. At that time, I can take advantage of the situation and completely transfer you, Ayanokouji-kun, to a government official."
Transfer to government service...
Although he was nearly fifty years old, Ayanokouji Atsuomi couldn't help but breathe slightly faster when he heard this condition.
He was born into a poor family. The only way for a poor man to rise in the government was to marry into another big family.
But he did not choose to marry into the wife's family, so he took another unconventional path - working in secret as a white glove of the Naoes faction.
This also led to the fact that although Ayanokouji Atsuomi was one of the best in terms of seniority and ability in the Naoes faction, he could never get on the stage, and even the higher-level Japanese government officials did not know he existed.
Therefore, from the beginning to the end, Ayanokouji Atsuomi's goal has never changed, which is to become a government official in the true sense.
Only in this way can he continue to move forward, go higher and further, until he takes control of the country.
After calming his breathing without making a sound, Ayanokouji Atsuomi clenched his fists under the table.
"Understood, I accept this mission."
Volume 542: Chapter : An ominous premonition
In a blink of an eye, it was a month later.
In fact, Wuyi Trading Co., Ltd. officially started operations after the boxing match with Gangdai Company a month ago.
Perhaps it is the bonus of having the name of a registered company of Quanyuanhui, but business has been generally booming over the past month. There are basically N new orders every day, and most of the amounts are around tens of millions.
It is hard to imagine that this is the trading volume that a newly established company would have. If we compare it with the current economic downturn, more than 99% of the companies would probably be envious.
Logically speaking, since there is such a development momentum, we should strike while the iron is hot and increase production capacity, but the fact is that starting from today, Wuyi Trading will temporarily hang up a sign of "temporarily suspending business".
Because the Kengan Fatal Tournament is about to start, and the time is tonight.
"Yes, that's right. Since our company will be temporarily closed for three days starting today, the delivery time may be a little later than expected. I'm very sorry... Thank you for your understanding. Goodbye."
In the company in the morning, as Yukinoshita Haruno finished making the last phone call according to the records of all the orders that had not yet been delivered in the company system, she put down the phone and stretched lazily as if she had accomplished a major event in her life.
"Yoshi~ That's all settled. I told them that the delivery date will be postponed by five to seven days. This should be enough time for us to go there and come back."
"Five to seven days... Actually, according to the competition schedule, it won't take that long. Three days will be enough." Wu Yi thought for a moment, "According to my old man, we will basically depart from Tokyo tonight and arrive at Yuanliu Island before tomorrow morning. We will finish the competition by evening and return to Tokyo the day after tomorrow morning."
"Is the schedule so tight?" Yukinoshita Haruno was a little surprised.
She also did some research and found out that there are thousands of registered companies in the Kengankai worldwide. Even if most of the companies are not interested in the death match, there are still at least hundreds of companies participating.
Hundreds of people competed in one day. Is this some kind of battle royale mode?
"Anyway, it's like this. We'll know the details when the time comes."
Wu Yi hadn't quite figured out how this would be arranged, so he simply gave up and stopped thinking about it.
At the same time, Karuizawa Kei, who had been sitting on the sofa watching TV and browsing her phone since she got up in the morning, suddenly said something.
"It seems like recently many countries have announced that their top leaders have announced vacations, right?"
"Really?" Yukinoshita Haruno was stunned.
Wu Yi didn't say anything, but just glanced at the TV screen placed against the wall opposite the sofa.
As expected, the TV was reporting that Ah Mei, who is very familiar to people all over the world, would be on vacation today. Then, Pushi (crossed out) Jin appeared, and then Yue Zhongtang...
(I didn’t write this randomly. The Kengan manga really shows the above people watching the game. Aoba Ma’s face is directly facing the camera, and so is Pushkin. As for whether there is a Chinese character, I don’t remember.)
"Oh, about this." Wu Yi retracted his gaze. "It's normal. Everyone has to take a break. But if nothing unexpected happens, we should be able to see them at the deathmatch."
"Eh hey hey? Is this true?"
Asahina, who happened to be passing by, took a quick glance and was shocked when she heard Wu Yi say that.
"Are you serious? Why are these big shots interested in a boxing match and even come to watch it in person?"
"I can't say whether they are interested in the boxing match, but I think they will definitely be interested in which company will win in the end."
Wu Yi shrugged and continued, "After all, it's not just Japanese companies that are participating, there are also companies from other Kengankai all over the world. But no matter who wins in the end, it will be a major event that changes the world's trade landscape. For these big guys, they don't want the information they have to lag behind others by a whole version."
"I see."
……
The day passed quickly, and the deep night fell again like countless yesterdays.
At a certain dock in the Tokyo Bay port, a super luxury cruise ship that was only slightly larger than the one that Wu Yi and his classmates had taken when they took the second-year uninhabited island exam was docked. The black waves beneath the huge and magnificent hull rose and fell silently, and the three clear characters "Kengankai" were painted on the hull.
This was originally a terminal used to transship large containers. Under normal circumstances, it should be filled with large trucks waiting to be loaded and unloaded.
But today, the parking spaces here are fully occupied by luxury cars. Under the dim street lights on both sides of the dock road, the shore is full of people.
"It looks like we're going to board that cruise ship later?"
Ichinose looked at the super luxury cruise ship that had already docked in the distance and asked curiously.
"No, it's hard for me to say." Wu Yi nodded in another direction.
I don’t know if it was because the luxury cruise ship was so luxurious that it attracted everyone’s attention or what, but almost everyone only noticed the magnificent cruise ship in front, and ignored that there was actually another cruise ship following behind it.
No, calling it a cruise ship might be an overstatement.
The rusty hull, the dark cabin, the broken and leaky windows, and the tattered flag...
If I have to make an analogy, the style is probably similar to the ghost ship that Luffy and his crew encountered Brook in One Piece. It gives people the feeling that it should have been sent to a scrapyard for scrapping, and with a little modification, it can be used as a prop for a horror movie.
The front and rear of the ship were completely in a different dimension, but for some reason the bow and stern were connected by a thick iron chain.
A luxury cruise ship towing an abandoned cruise ship, this scene always feels like something big is going to happen...
Just as Wu Yi was thinking this, the advanced electric boarding ladder above the luxury cruise ship slowly descended.
A man who looked like a manager and was wearing a Kengankai uniform also descended with them.
He held a microphone and his voice was transmitted to every corner of the dock through the ship's radio.
"Then, please gather here, companies and fighters who have received invitations in advance."
What?
A huge question mark slowly appeared above Wu Yi's head.
Invitation? What invitation?
He turned his head and glanced at a white-haired loli behind him who was holding a cane with both hands in front of her, like a youth version of Katahara Metsudo.
Meaning - do we have such a thing?
Sakayanagi Arisu shook his head slowly but firmly.
