Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 487 Sixteen Petal Foundation
With its novel management model and unique design, Cat Jizo Hall has become Tokyo's new top "pet shrine" in the past month, with more than one million fans across the entire network.

As co-founders of the Cat Dizang Foundation, several well-known animal protection foundations in District 11 also forwarded this statement...

In a short time, this clarification statement spread rapidly with the help of all parties.

"Damn it, this cat Dizang Hall and the police made public statements one after the other, it's obvious that this was premeditated!"

"It's obvious that they are colluding with officials and businessmen, playing both black and white, but they are still maliciously acting cute and innocent..."

Faced with Mao Jizodo's tearful "clarification statement" with photos of stray cats and dogs that attracted people's sympathy, Fukuyama's eyes bulged out, his cheeks sunken, and his expression full of hatred.

"No matter how I package it, the origins of those large sums of money have not been made clear. I still have a chance to fight back!"

But he still had no intention of giving in, and was secretly thinking about how to continue to produce explosive news.

"Hey, this is outrageous. The Sixteen-petal Chrysanthemum Foundation admitted that the largest donations were all indirectly and anonymously transferred by them through other foundations. They even made the transfer records public!"

At the same time, Iijima Yozo, who had been looking down at the public opinion situation, let out a low cry of surprise.

"What? The Sixteen-petal Chrysanthemum Foundation? Isn't that a royal foundation?"

"Why, under such public opinion, would they get involved in the affairs of the Cat Ksitigarbha Foundation..."

Hearing this name, Fukuyama was speechless.

As we all know, the royal family of District 11 is very rich. In addition to the "living expenses" allocated by the government from fiscal expenditures, the royal family's private property also includes land, stocks, funds, etc.

The "Sixteen-Petal Chrysanthemum Foundation" is named after the "Sixteen-Petal Eight-fold Chrysanthemum Pattern" representing the royal family of the 11th District. The founding funds are personal donations from many members of the royal family. Its operating goals are mainly cultural investment and charity. It is a royal foundation with decades of history.

"It's over, it's over... Now... they're going to be able to hide this from everyone..."

As if he saw his last "trump card" being torn to pieces by an invisible giant hand, Fukuyama's whole body began to tremble with anger...

The cell phone in my hand seemed to have turned into the soap in the men's bathhouse, jumping out of my hand.

"I didn't expect that... the big man behind the scenes... could even pry open the Royal Foundation..."

"Could it be that the one who favored Xia Fan and Xing Ming Hanami that night was a high-ranking member of the royal family?"

If the company that made the huge donation to the Cat Jizo Foundation was some other company, Fukuyama could still continue to accuse the other party of being a "shell" assisting in money laundering.

But this money comes from a foundation directly under the royal family...

Not to mention the royal family's transcendent status and special reputation in District 11, from an economic perspective, the royal family, which takes a "living expense" from fiscal revenue, would never be involved in "money laundering"...

Accusing them of taking out "black money" is equivalent to saying that the financial revenue of District 11 all comes from "black eating black".

The claim that the Mao Dizang Foundation was engaged in money laundering was self-defeating, and the only remaining doubts on the Internet disappeared.

In the midst of wave after wave of official statements, Xia Fan, who was originally caught up in a "power-for-sex transaction" scandal, instantly turned into a victim who silently rescued small animals and was tragically followed by paparazzi.

Many of Xia Fan's fans shed tears because their idol secretly donated his private land to save small animals that could be euthanized at any time.

"No... In this situation, let alone me, even if I join J Club, it's like an ant trying to shake a tree..."

"I'm sorry, Miyamoto. When I get to the other side of the ocean, I will go to the temple every day to pray for you."

After the panic, the utter fear that followed made Fukuyama not even have time to greet Iijima. He grabbed the backpack under the table and wanted to get up and leave...

In just thirty minutes, he would reach Yokohama Port and leave this suffocating country forever.

"Crash..."

Outside the sliding door stood three men in black uniforms with serious faces.

"Fukuyama Yamato, this is the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

"You are wanted for suspected crimes such as Tianren Network cyber information crimes, rumor-mongering, and vote fraud. At the same time, you are also charged with multiple crimes such as violating citizens' privacy and portrait rights, and rumor-mongering and defamation..." "Come with us."

The man in the middle showed Fushan a shining police badge.

"Sorry, you are mistaken. There is no one named Fukuyama here. My name is Kameda Masao. If you don't believe me, I can show you my ID..."

A drop of sweat rolled down his forehead. Fushan pretended to be calm and reached into his backpack to grope. He lowered his center of gravity secretly and rushed towards the gap between the three men...

The three of them seemed to have anticipated his move, and they moved together in tacit understanding, leaving no gap at all.

"What? Don't stop me. I told you that you were wrong!"

Fukuyama seemed to have hit a wall and was bounced back. He tried to break through again...

"As for the ID, let's go back to the Metropolitan Police Department and take a closer look."

"Mr. Miyamoto was there too. He was the one who provided us with the anonymous number you are using now..."

His wrist was surrounded by the unique cold touch of metal, but what made Fukuyama even more chilled was the other party's words.

"Ah? Miyamoto..."

Hearing the name, he seemed to lose all his strength.

"This bastard who sells out his friends for fame, I'm afraid I'll keep... Sure enough, this is your style..."

Standing up dejectedly, Fukuyama smiled bitterly and left under the "escort" of three men.

"What on earth is going on..."

In the private room, the only one left was Iijima Yozo, who watched the "last paparazzi arrest scene" from beginning to end.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether the police were handling the case impartially or were in cahoots with the Burning Group.

"Anyway, we must report to President Matsudaira first..."

"Damn it, why is no one answering the call..."

The only thing that Yozo Iijima could do, who was at a loss, was to call Johnny Matsudaira's number again.

……

J Society Building, top floor.

"Buzzing..."

In the silent and dark Buddhist temple, a mobile phone vibrated silently, and the dim light from the screen illuminated the figure sitting cross-legged.

"When greed reaches its extreme, it can illuminate anger. When anger reaches its extreme, it can illuminate ignorance. When ignorance reaches its extreme, it can illuminate pride. When pride reaches its extreme, it can illuminate hesitation..."

"I am incompetent and do not understand the law of cause and effect. Please give me a prophecy so that I can see the future..."

Songping Jenny sat alone on a futon, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times to the white bone Buddha statue, and chanted sutras devoutly...

The motionless white bone statue and its broken gums opened and closed soundlessly.

"Seeing that the five aggregates are empty, one can overcome all suffering."

The moonlight reflected on the tatami flowed like water, turning into a line of pale characters...

"This... this is... Lord Yiyan's..."

Before he could get excited, the image of scorching flames, thick smoke, and charred streets with broken buildings appeared in Matsudaira Johnny's mind.

(End of this chapter)