Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 1061 Japan Island will belong to me from now on

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's brows immediately raised, and his interest was aroused.

He also didn't expect that if he just casually ate a barbecue and acted bravely at the right time, he would actually get something unexpected.

"Boar, you just said that your boss behind the scenes is Iwasaki Seihei, the young master of the Tosa Iwasaki family?"

There was no fear in Du Weiguo's tone, but rather a bit of joy that was hard to hide. The mountain pig's face suddenly turned ashen, and a breath of cold air shot straight from his heels to Tianling Gai.

It's over, it's a mess!

I originally thought of raising a banner, pulling the skin of a tiger, using the name of the Iwasaki family to frighten the opponent and escape with a life, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

When he heard about the Iwasaki family, the scary guy in front of him became obviously more excited. If he wasn't a madman, he had big plans.

The wild boar knew that he was doomed and that he was almost certain to die. The only difference was whether he died now or waited two days.

The Iwasaki family may sound unknown and not well-known, but in fact, they are also a giant and terrifying existence, and before long, they will even become more awesome than the Mitsui family.

Because the Iwasaki family is a serious Japanese official and businessman, and is also the owner behind the Mitsubishi Zaibatsu.

The Iwasaki family may not have as long a history as the Mitsui family. It only began to rise crazily at the end of the 19th century.

Now in terms of size, the two are probably about the same, and perhaps the Mitsui family may be slightly stronger in some areas.

However, from now on, the Mitsubishi Group began a meteoric rise. In later generations, it has become the number one monopoly chaebol in Japan, dominating the list.

The Iwasaki family not only excelled in the business field, but also excelled in the political field. They have served as prime ministers for several terms.

In Japan, betraying the Iwasaki family is equivalent to condemning oneself to death. The death of the wild boar has entered the countdown stage, and it is only a matter of time.

However, survival is the first instinct of human beings. As long as they can survive, let alone a few days, the wild boars are willing to live even for a few more minutes.

Shanzhu has been in the world for a long time and is also a sensible person. He knows in his heart that the tall and cold man in front of him is an out-and-out devil, and he kills people without blinking an eye.

As long as his performance was slightly unsatisfactory, he would be killed immediately. His thoughts changed rapidly, and Shanzhu came to a conclusion in his heart:

"Yes, yes, sir, I do work for Master Iwasaki Seihei of the Iwasaki family. He is the direct grandson of the Iwasaki family."

His life was at stake. Du Weiguo knew that the mountain pig would not dare to lie at this moment, but he was still a little unbelievable when he heard this statement.

Even if he is not the eldest grandson of the Iwasaki family, he is definitely not short of money. How could he do such a low-profile and low-level act? There is no motive at all.

Du Weiguo lit a cigarette and slowly squatted down next to the wild boar:

"Since he is the direct grandson of the Iwasaki family, why would he do this?"

The wild boar broke out in cold sweat and stuttered back: "I, I don't know either."

"Huh?" Du Weiguo frowned and snorted softly. The wild boar was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst, his crotch was wet, and he defended anxiously:

"I, I swear, I really don't know."

A smell came from his nose. Du Weiguo took two steps back in disgust, frowned and asked:

"How many gangs are there that work under him like you?"

"This, I don't know this either."

The wild boar's voice was now filled with tears. Seeing Du Weiguo's eyes flashing dangerously and the temperature around him plummeting, he quickly explained eagerly:

"First, sir, please listen to me. I really don't know your question. I have never met Iwasaki Seihei.

Usually, I just contact Yataro Tohira, the owner of the Matsumoto antique shop in the north of the city, and he is Master Iwasaki Seihei's man. "

Du Weiguo held the handle of Xiao Richai's knife and yelled:

"Baga! You are really looking for death. You actually dare to lie to me. How do you know that he is Iwasaki Seihei's man?"

There is an insurmountable gap between a powerful family like the Iwasaki family and a low-income family like the Shanzhu family.

How could the various gloves of the Iwasaki family, especially the black gloves that were invisible to the light, be easily detected?

The wild boar was so frightened that he kowtowed and waved his hands desperately:

"No, no, I really didn't lie. Yataro Tohei is lustful and especially fond of married women. I once helped him arrange a woman. He accidentally let it slip when he was drunk."

Damn, this Tohei Yataro has quite a unique taste, and he actually has the same hobby as Prime Minister Cao. At this moment, Du Weiguo had already believed 7% of his belief, but he still pressed him with a sense of oppression:

"Then how do you know that this guy named Yataro Tohei is not just bragging?"

The mountain boar is on the verge of collapse at this moment, and his voice is distorted:

"No, absolutely not. My wife said that she saw the unique triple diamond-shaped family pattern of the Iwasaki family on his back.

In addition, out of curiosity, I followed him quietly and watched him enter the Iwasaki family's old house in Tosa with my own eyes. "

Good guy! Du Weiguo called in his heart what a good guy! The Japanese people are really shameless and have such a good time that they even let their wives sleep with them in person.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that there is nothing strange about it. This project can be regarded as a traditional custom in Japan.

At this point, Du Weiguo was convinced of the news. He didn't believe that Shanzhu could make up such a complete lie in such a short period of time.

He stubbed out his cigarette, stood up straight, and nodded noncommittally:

"Okay, I will believe you for the time being. Tell me the specific address of this Matsumoto antique shop and the appearance of Yataro Toheira."

At this moment, the wild boar has completely given up resistance. He only wants to survive. He knows everything and talks about everything, and he is extremely cooperative:

"Yes, yes, Matsumoto antique store is in Osaka~"

After a while, Du Weiguo changed into clean clothes and left the abandoned timber factory calmly.

Looking at the faint morning light that had quietly risen on the horizon, Du Weiguo stopped and whispered to himself:

"Damn it! I just finished killing the Mitsui family, and Tokyo is still under martial law. Now I'm provoking the Iwasaki family. Isn't it a bit too arrogant and too aggressive?"

But just a few seconds later, Du Weiguo's eyes became firm again, and a penetrating light shone in the darkness.

"Damn it, anyway, if you have too many lice, you are not afraid of being bitten. You can drive one sheep or herd two sheep. If you love whoever you want, do it!"

Du Weiguo made a plan almost instantly. His idea was not reckless, but had a deep meaning. He wanted to make the entire Japan his own territory.

This idea sounds a bit unbelievable, like a fantasy, but actually it is not impossible if you think about it carefully.

Now, two of the three major gangs of the Japanese underworld, the Yamaguchi-gumi and the Sumiyoshi-kai, have been settled by Du Weiguo. The flour business and the pachinko business are all booming, and they are making money every day.

As for the official side, after killing Takahashi Ryota and Matsumoto Shota, although there was some enmity, the deterrent power was also fully increased.

If we defeat the two behemoths of the Mitsui family and the Iwasaki family one after another, seize their foundations, support agents loyal to them, and at the same time divide some of the interests and find a suitable official collaborator.

By then, Japan may not be able to become his meal and meat in his bowl like Hong Kong Island.

People, after all, have to have some dreams, not to mention a pervert like Du Weiguo, whose dreams are naturally bigger.

10: am, Osaka Castle, Nishi Yodogawa District, Kamou -chome, Matsumoto Antique Shop.

This store specializes in antiques. It has two floors, upper and lower, and is decorated with carved beams and painted beams, which is antique and very grand.

Like Panjiayuan in the later Forty-Nine Cities, their business usually insists on not opening for three years and staying open for three years.

Therefore, most antique shops are deserted, with crowds at the door. Matsumoto Antique Shop is like this. It has been most of the morning, not even a single customer.

"Bell~"

The crisp sound of wind chimes rang, and Du Weiguo opened the store door and walked in with a bit of cold air. I saw that he was dressed luxuriously and had an excellent temperament. Although this store was trying to buy dog ​​meat, it didn't make a living from the antique business at all.

The young clerk, who was dozing on the counter, still didn't dare to neglect, got up quickly, and greeted warmly.

"Sir, welcome, what would you like to choose?"

Du Weiguo did not answer immediately, but looked around the store before asking in a deep voice:

"My grandpa's birthday is coming soon. He has always been very fond of old objects, especially antique porcelain. Do you have any decent ones here?"

"Antique porcelain? Sir, look here."

The clerk subconsciously licked his lips, pointed to a counter filled with bottles and cans, stuttered a bit, and introduced in a thoughtful manner:

“Our store has a complete range of porcelain, including Seto ware from the Kamakura period, Tokoname ware, Tanba ware from the Momoyama period, and Bizen ware that won’t break even if it’s left standing~~”

Du Weiguo rolled his eyes at him coldly, his voice was indifferent and full of oppression:

"Do you think I'm a fool? Don't fool me with these shabby fakes. If your store doesn't have serious stuff, then I'll look elsewhere."

When Du Weiguo scolded him, he also took the initiative to release a ray of evil energy. The young clerk suddenly felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar. He tried his best to open and close his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound.

"Dear guest, you have good eyesight!"

A clear and steady voice sounded, and following the voice, a middle-aged man walked out of the back hall of the shop calmly.

This guy has a decent appearance. He is thin and upright, with a neatly slicked back hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looks polite and dignified.

Du Weiguo glanced at him lightly, his tone still cold: "Are you the owner of the store?"

The middle-aged man leaned over and smiled, his tone gentle and appropriate:

"Yes, I, Yataro Toheira, am the owner of this small shop. What do you call your distinguished guest?"

"Rukawa Kaede."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Rukawa. Judging from your accent, you are from Tokyo?"

This is Pan Dao. Ordinarily, Du Weiguo's Tokyo accent has been practiced to a high standard, and most people won't have any problems with it.

However, in front of an old fox like Yataro Toheira, he can still pick up some clues. Du Weiguo replied loudly:

"No, my grandfather is from Fukushima. I just returned from San Francisco by boat. Our whole family immigrated to Citigroup more than ten years ago."

Hearing this statement, the corners of Yataro Tohei's mouth trembled slightly for an instant, looking a little cold, but he said sincerely:

"It turns out that you are a Japanese-American. No wonder you are so elegant. Mr. Rukawa, which country's antiques do you want to buy? Which era and what kind of porcelain?"

When asking questions, Yataro Tohei suddenly switched to English. Although he had a slight accent, he was very fluent.

Du Weiguo also naturally answered in standard American English, but he seemed a little impatient and had no intention of making small talk at all. He spoke concisely:

"I want porcelain from Japan, preferably Seto ware from the Kamakura period."

Upon hearing this, Yataro Tohei's eyes suddenly lit up and he gave a thumbs up to Du Weiguo:

"Mr. Liu Chuan has good taste, Kamakura Seto ware, and handed down celadon. These are priceless treasures~"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense! Is there a saying, money is not an issue, as long as it is genuine, you just ask for the price."

Du Weiguo interrupted him coldly, showing very little patience. As he spoke, he carelessly stroked his hair, revealing the Patek Philippe pure gold watch on his wrist.

This slightly exaggerated gold watch was plundered by Du Weiguo from the dead ghost Bourne's manor. It is a 1939 Patek Philippe Centenary Classic Limited Edition.

Because of the war at the time, only a dozen or so watches of this kind were issued in total. The current market price is about $10, mainly because they are priced but not available.

2 U.S. dollars is not a small amount of money. According to the current exchange rate, it is several million yen. And the value of antiques has not yet been skyrocketed. A few million yen is definitely more than enough to buy a Kamakura Seto-yaki.

Obviously, Yataro Tohei was knowledgeable and recognized the appearance of the watch on Du Weiguo's hand. His eyes became brighter, flashing with an imperceptible greed.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Rukawa is really generous. We have Seto ware in our store, but this thing is precious and is not usually displayed in the store. It is kept in the warehouse."

Having said this, Yataro Tohei quickly glanced at Du Weiguo's face, and then continued:

"Well, Mr. Rukawa, why don't you condescend to go to the warehouse with me."

Hey, it was exactly what he wanted. Du Weiguo couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, but a very impatient look appeared on his face. He even raised his hand and looked at his watch:

"The warehouse? Is it far away? I have an appointment at noon."

Yataro Tohei quickly smiled and said:

"It's not far, it's not far. If you take a car, you'll be there in half an hour. I'll take you to the hotel then and it won't affect your lunch~"

Du Weiguo frowned and thought for a moment, looked at his watch again, and then reluctantly replied:

"Okay, then I'll go with you, but you'd better not lie to me, there are really good things."

Yataro Tohei patted his chest and promised:

"Absolutely not, Mr. Rukawa. In addition to Seto ware, there are many other treasures over there in the warehouse. I guarantee your satisfaction~"

Half an hour later, Du Weiguo was sitting in Yataro Tohei's Toyota. Looking at the increasingly desolate scenery on both sides of the street, he couldn't help but frown and asked dissatisfiedly.

"Yataro Tohei, are you already out of the city? Where is your warehouse? How long do we have to go?"

Yataro Tohei smiled and replied while driving:

"Mr. Rukawa, don't be anxious. Stay calm. We'll be there soon. As for the warehouse, it's definitely safer to be on the edge of the city."

Du Weiguo's showman's disease relapsed, and he replied in a dull voice:

"It's really troublesome. Then drive quickly and don't waste my time."

"Okay, okay, don't worry."

Yataro Tohei was still smiling, but his smile was extremely cold, and he thought viciously in his heart:

"You bastard little bastard who worships foreign things and loves foreign things, just keep croaking. I'll wait until you cry."

A moment later, in the northern suburbs of Osaka Castle, a warehouse filled with frozen seafood.

As soon as he got off the car, he smelled a pungent smell from far away. Du Weiguo looked disgusted and slapped his nose vigorously.

"Yataro Tohei, what the hell are you doing? Isn't this a seafood warehouse?"

Yataro Tohei suddenly put away his previous friendly expression and smiled sadly:

"Hehehe~ That's right, it's the seafood warehouse. Isn't this the place you should come, you stinky fish?"

"What did you say? What the hell do you mean?" Du Weiguo frowned and his face became gloomy.

Yataro Tohei sneered, his tone still joking:

"Haha, that's the literal meaning? Why, don't you understand? Yes, you just came back from Citigroup.

It’s normal if you eat too much foreign bread and you can’t understand people’s words. OK, I’ll let you experience the traditional etiquette of Japan today. "

At this moment, several workers in work clothes walked out of the warehouse.

Each of these guys is a tall and rough guy, with a wicked smile on his face, and he is holding an iron mill, an ax and other things in his hand. At first glance, he is not a kind person.