Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 545 The Brothel

Gen Satake wanted to pull off a few more heists; this business was even more lucrative than robbing a bank, and it was legal. Two hundred million yen a week, eight hundred million yen a month—the Inagawa-kai could launder money and become Japan's largest corporation in no time!

The Financial Services Agency noticed the large transaction volume, but they hadn't yet figured out what was going on. The Japanese government is notoriously slow, except for issuing public apologies, which they do very quickly.

But Fushimi Shika wasn't interested. He had already exceeded his workload for the week. If he continued to work at such a high intensity every day, he would probably become impotent at thirty, physically weak at forty, and by fifty he would be half-buried in the ground, and by sixty he would be in the ICU every day... It was better to live a slower pace of life.

Isn't the point of making money to enjoy life?

If you only make money but don't enjoy it, what's the point of making money?
Fushimi Shika was very clear about his priorities. He had no ambition to build a business empire, nor did he want to leave anything to his descendants. He was content with just living a comfortable life.

The business of reselling non-performing assets was temporarily suspended. After paying taxes, there were still 70 million yen left. Fushimi Shika used this money to pay the remaining balance on the house and asked the real estate agent to help him purchase furniture.

After that, he took Goto Shunsuke to a team-building event. This time, he invited Kazama Takusai and Watanabe Shun. The four of them went to a high-class izakaya to eat and drink premium shochu and order 5A-grade Wagyu beef.

Watanabe Shun ate with gusto, his mouth greasy, glancing around the private room. On the wall hung a hand-painted "Snow Scene of Mount Fuji" by a Ukiyo-e master, and the warm glow of yellow paper lanterns reflected on the matte black ceramic tableware.

In the center of the tatami room is a square cypress table with gold-plated corners. 5A Wagyu beef fat drips and sizzles on the charcoal stove, while hand-cut diamond-shaped ice cubes are chilled in an ice bucket filled with premium shochu. The faint strains of "Rokudan no Uta" played on a shamisen drift from outside the sliding doors, exuding a Japanese luxury that is "expensive but deliberately understated."

He admired it for a long time, then ran out of words and could only exclaim, "Wow, so luxurious! It must be very expensive!"

Fushimi Shika waved his hands repeatedly, saying as he ate, "Not at all, it's just a small amount of money."

Kazama Takusai took a sip of shochu, smacked his lips, and asked, "How much money have you made these past few days? What kind of business does your company do?"

Fushimi Shika started spouting nonsense as soon as he opened his mouth, talking about debt restructuring, targeted measures, asset products... At first, he recited from the PowerPoint presentation, but then he started talking without any sense of the world, saying whatever came to mind, and even making up terms when he didn't understand them. He was practically writing a business bible.

Well, these days publishing self-help books is a lucrative business opportunity. I'll hire someone to write my autobiography when I have time, with a preface that says, "How I earned 200 million a week." The book will be called "The Way of the Deer," and it's sure to be a bestseller.

Kazama Takusai and Watanabe Shun were completely confused, feeling as if they hadn't heard anything at all, and still had no idea how their company made money.

They had no choice but to turn to Shunsuke Goto for help, hoping that this highly educated junior could explain.

Goto Shunsuke's impression of the president had changed drastically. He had transformed the president from an evil sucker into a once-in-a-century business genius who made a fortune out of thin air. This skill alone was something Goto Shunsuke could learn for a lifetime.

He was listening attentively at first, but then something felt off. The president started spouting things that only happened in dreams, which he couldn't understand at all. After thinking about it for a while, he realized that the president was just fooling him.

That's right. How can we just reveal such a lucrative trade secret? We must keep it a secret even from veteran employees!
Goto Shunsuke thought for a moment that he had done this with the president, and the president hadn't kept it from him, which meant that in the president's heart, he was of a higher status than Watanabe Shun and Kazama Takusai. He immediately felt a sense of pride, like a thoroughbred horse finally finding its discerning owner.

Since that's the case, he naturally wouldn't betray the president. He went along with the president's words and said, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand, so don't take it to heart. Just manage the company's internal affairs well from now on."

Upon hearing this, Watanabe Shun felt his authority as a senior colleague had been violated. He felt like he had joined the company first, but his abilities were inferior to those of his juniors, and he hadn't done any actual work, as if he were just freeloading. Enraged, he slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Stop looking down on me! Company security is also very important, you know!"

He gave a thumbs-up and pointed it at his nose: "With me here, the company's assets are 100% safe, and the underworld will never lay a finger on them! If any foolish thugs come knocking on our door, I'll send them straight to the Western Paradise!"

Young and outspoken, Goto Shunsuke couldn't help but retort, "There's nothing of value in our office anyway, the most expensive thing is the rent! And we weren't even talking about company security, Watanabe-senpai, why are you suddenly talking to yourself like this..."

"Shut up!" Watanabe Shun said sternly. "Do you think this huge sum of money won't attract the attention of yakuza groups? You're so naive!"

He wiped his mouth, slammed his butter-stained hand on the table, and began to recount his personal experience, a bloody lesson: "Back then, the Inagawa-kai was even willing to kidnap a policeman for ten million yen in stolen money. Now that you have so much money, how could it not attract the covetous eyes of the underworld?"

After saying that, Watanabe Shun began to claim credit for himself, boasting about non-existent achievements. He had learned this trick during a previous anti-drug operation, and the person who taught him was Fushimi Shika himself.

"If it weren't for my secret protection, you would have been kidnapped by gangsters long ago, and squeezed dry from head to toe! Your organs might even be scattered in various countries, with new owners!"

Goto Shunsuke was startled. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that it was indeed possible.

The Inagawa-kai is, after all, a designated violent gang, and it's entirely possible they'd renege on their promise and pocket all 200 million yen. The president, a powerless and insignificant ordinary detective, had no chance against the Inagawa-kai. He could only swallow his anger and suffer in silence, his efforts wasted, while the Inagawa-kai amassed a fortune.

Could it be that Watanabe-senpai was secretly working behind the scenes, protecting their safety all along?

Goto Shunsuke was somewhat skeptical. After all, he was a college graduate, and these days, academic qualifications hadn't lost their value; a certificate still had its worth.

"I see. I was too presumptuous. May I ask what exactly Watanabe-senpai did?" He raised his glass in a toast.

Watanabe Shun remained calm in this situation. He had learned many tricks to deceive people from Fushimi Shika. Whenever his superiors asked him, "Where exactly did these drugs come from?" or "What is the detailed report of the operation?", he would say what Fushimi Shika had taught him:

"It's not convenient to disclose, but as you know, I have some connections over there..."

When saying this, your tone should be low and confident, with a hint of mystery, allowing the other person to imagine all sorts of scenarios.

"What? Which way?" Goto Shunsuke was taken aback, determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Don't you know who I am?" Watanabe Shun retorted. "Is this something that can be said outright?"

If you can't answer a question, ask it back, and respond to whatever the other person guesses. This tactic was taught to you by Fushimi Shika.

Goto Shunsuke began to doubt himself, thinking that perhaps Watanabe-senpai had connections in Inagawa, and given that he was a detective, it was indeed inconvenient for him to speak openly. Maybe he was a double agent with influence in both the legal and illegal worlds. For a moment, he genuinely believed that Watanabe Shunsuke was protecting this company, using his connections in both the legal and illegal worlds to dominate the financial industry…

Just then, Fushimi Shika's phone rang.

He answered the phone; it was Kujo Yui calling.

Early this morning, Kujo Yui received a call from the Financial Services Agency. The caller started with a bunch of polite pleasantries, then mentioned a large sum of money had recently been transferred, which was strange but legal and compliant. They went on and on, basically informing Kujo Yui that the Metropolitan Police Department had found a talent skilled in finance and asking if she could help transfer him to work at the Financial Services Agency.

Only then did Kujou realize that her son-in-law had quietly made two hundred million.

She only knew that Fushimi Shika was a good fighter, but she never expected that Fushimi Shika was also good at making money—being good at taking advantage of the Kujo family before didn't count as being good at making money—now she had to admire her daughter's keen eye and that she was better at finding a partner than she was.

In short, Kujo Yui made this call for no other reason than to ask Fushimi Shika what financial investments she planned to make with the 200 million yen, and whether she could be included.

These days, there aren't many legitimate ways to make money. Even as the Superintendent General of the Metropolitan Police Department, he can't openly embezzle funds!
Fushimi Shika said frankly, "I don't plan to make any investments anymore, it's too tiring. I recently bought a house and plan to take a break for a while."

Kujo Yui didn't press the issue, but simply reminded Fushimi Shika that if she ever wanted to get involved in financial investments, she could be included. She had some money on hand, and it wasn't worth keeping it in the bank where it was losing value; she also wanted to invest and increase its value.

“Raising a daughter these days is not easy…” Kujo Yui sighed at the end.

Fushimi Shika chewed on his grilled meat, smacking his lips, and casually made a few perfunctory remarks, promising to bring Kujo Yuichi along to make money in the future, but it was just a verbal promise.

After he hung up the phone, he noticed that the atmosphere in the private room had changed.

Watanabe Shun wore a sour expression, as if he were chewing on an unripe lemon instead of a top-grade Wagyu beef; Kazama Takusai was already used to it, feeling indebted to the Kujo family, and would consciously remain silent in such situations...

Goto Shunsuke looked on with admiration. He finally realized that Watanabe-senpai had been bragging all along, and that his so-called connections were all fabricated out of thin air—the president's connections were the real deal!

Only the company president has real talent in this company!

No wonder the president was able to become the president!

Goto Shunsuke seemed to see a broad road ahead. Without saying a word, he picked up his wine glass and began to say things like, "President's talent is truly admirable," and "Please continue to guide me in the future," transforming himself into a sycophantic corporate slave.

Watanabe Shun looked down on Goto Shunsuke's sycophancy, but he was still quite happy for Fushimi Shika, whose good brother had made a lot of money, especially since part of that money had ended up in his own pocket.

He then raised his wine glass and praised Fushimi-kun, saying that he was clearly a talented person. He had shared joys and sorrows with Fushimi-kun during their time in Koban, and as his senior, he had long seen that Fushimi-kun was no ordinary person...

Fushimi Shika was quite happy, otherwise he wouldn't have treated everyone to a meal.

Now he's carefree. He's paid the final installment on the house, has money for a car, and has living expenses for the future. All he needs to do is relax, cultivate his relationship with Yuan Yuzi, and good days will come.
He ate grilled meat and drank alcohol, chatting and joking with Watanabe Shun and others. The meal was a win-win situation for both the host and guests. He gained emotional value, and the others also enjoyed a delicious meal.

As the saying goes, when people are well-fed and warm, they think of lustful desires. After the meal, Watanabe Shun suggested going to a brothel to digest. His bubble bath discount coupon hadn't expired yet, so he could take everyone there for some fun.

Fushimi Shika declined, while Goto Shunsuke was eager to try, but unfortunately he was short of money. Watanabe Toshiaki said he wouldn't treat them, he would only share the discount coupons, so they gave up.

Kazama Takusai advised, "Don't go. It seems like they're cracking down really hard lately. A lot of people have been reported, and many of the older men I drink with have been arrested."

Watanabe Shun didn't care. He had been there many times before, and this time he had been drinking and was in a good mood, so why wouldn't he go and have some fun? Besides, it was a mutually agreeable business deal, so what was there to report?

Since Kazama Takusai lost his eye and arm, his authority over Watanabe Shun has diminished considerably. He can no longer resort to beatings and scoldings as he sees fit, and can only offer a few words of advice as a senior. Since Watanabe Shun won't listen, there's nothing he can do.

The group parted ways at the crossroads. Fushimi Shika was unaware of what had happened at home and was thinking of giving Minamoto Tamako a surprise.

Humming a tune, Watanabe Shun, fueled by alcohol, staggered into a shop with pink lanterns hanging in a back alley of Shinjuku.

The madam, wearing a leopard-print miniskirt, greeted us warmly at the entrance: "Oh my, isn't this Mr. Watanabe? It's been so long since you've come to visit!" She winked and lowered her voice: "A few Belarusian girls just came today, they have very fair skin, and these are this big." She gestured with her hands in an exaggerated arc.

Watanabe Shun wanted to try something new, so he went inside.

The room was dimly lit, with red and purple LED lights flickering erratically. The madam led Watanabe Shun into the waiting room, where he changed his clothes; it was the same old set meal.

While the sex industry is legal, prostitution is prohibited. Most bubble bath parlors offer only basic services like scrubbing and hand massage.

Watanabe Shun is a regular customer. The waitresses here are very skilled, and they only use their hands, so he doesn't worry about getting sick.

He put on the wristband, pushed open the sliding door adorned with ukiyo-e prints, and found a blonde woman kneeling in the steamy bathroom.

The woman, wearing a lace eye mask, her honey-colored skin glistening in the warm light, spoke in broken Japanese, "Welcome, Master..."

Watanabe Shun felt the sweet scent of perfume fill his nostrils, and his heart inexplicably quickened. The madam hadn't lied; the new waitress really did have a great figure and was very beautiful, with classic Western features—very defined and delicate.

Especially the kneeling posture accentuated her figure, making her look curvaceous, with the weight on her chest trembling precariously...

(End of this chapter)