The premise of breaking up in Tokyo

How many more bad debts do you have on your hands?

As he spoke, Sheng Yan walked to the coffee machine at the cashier, took an empty paper cup, and filled it with coffee.

Tanaka Yutaka tightened his grip on the black briefcase and asked, "You've seen it all?"

"I didn't watch much."

Katsuhiko placed the coffee he had just received on the counter, pushed it towards him, and asked, "Is the debt easy to collect?"

He memorized every single contract in his briefcase that he scanned; he scanned every single one of them—twenty contracts in total.

Besides stocks and securities contracts, the personal information records of the debtors are quite comprehensive, including the elderly, the infirm, the disabled, those hospitalized, orphans and widows, those who mysteriously disappeared, those who hanged themselves, those who jumped off buildings... all of whom had no formal employment and no fixed assets, totaling about 200 million yen.

He's really something if he can get 100,000 yen back.

"None of your business." Tanaka Yutaka sneered, turning his head slightly. He paused, then muttered, "We're a yakuza group, hundreds of brothers..."

"Haven't you seen the recently revised Gang-Related Crimes Response Act?"

Tanaka Yutaka's face immediately darkened. He clenched his fists and said, "If you're keeping me here just to talk about this, then I'll have to take my leave."

It's really inconvenient to use violence to collect debts these days. As long as the debtor dares to call the police, they'll have to run away.

It seems that ordinary intimidation is no longer effective, mainly because there is too much debt. Everyone is taking responsibility and is not afraid of being exposed or losing face.

After all, the debtors really don't have any money... and with the situation so tense, it's impossible to harvest their organs to pay off their debts.

Ultimately, it all comes down to a major problem within their own group.

The president was arrested and sentenced to ten years... which led to a massive brain drain; all the capable people left... and the company lacked operating funds.

With too little influence, too few connections, and not strong enough relationships, if the police could be lenient, not only could the debt on hand be recovered quickly, but a large sum of money could also be made.

Unfortunately, the police station was asking for an exorbitant amount, not even deigning to pay five million yen... I was so angry that I wanted to anonymously report the corrupt police chief who "took his money but not mine."

Forget it, what if he comes across someone with a clean slate? That would be even harder to handle. I'll try a "honey trap" later, film some videos, and send them to his house to see what happens...

"Before cooperating, it's always necessary to get to know each other."

Katsuhiko poured himself a cup of coffee, then sat down in the cashier's chair, facing Tanaka Yutaka, and asked, "Can you tell me honestly how many people are in your group, what your sphere of influence is, and what you mainly do?"

Tanaka Yutaka's face flushed red, and he blurted out as if on cue, "It's not a gang, it's an organization, it's a group!"

Our territory and businesses have all been swallowed up by other gangs... Our brothers have either left or scattered. Today, when we came to fight, we had to pay for their meals out of our own pockets... That bastard, Sato Hiroji, took advantage of the president's trust and only used us to collect debts for him and fill the holes he created in the bank. He doesn't care about the fate of the organization at all...

"Okay, okay, whatever!"

Katsuhiko waved his hand dismissively and continued, "I just want to know exactly what difficulties you are currently facing."

"It's an organizational secret, so I can't disclose it." Tanaka Yutaka took a breath and continued, "Just tell me what good projects you have! I have some influence within the organization."

Now the president and the head of the gang have both been arrested, one sentenced to ten years and the other to eight years. Tanaka Yutaka is the acting boss, and of the hundreds of men under his command, only about thirty remain... They are living a life worse than death, and they have to be subservient to a financial advisor.

"How about we start with a dessert to build initial trust?"

Sheng Yan pointed to the empty area in the convenience store and continued, "I'm going to open a used goods store. Currently, funds are limited, so I can only focus on low-cost game cards. You provide the manpower to buy game cards for me, and I'll pay you a salary plus a high commission. The main thing is to show you my ability to spot lucrative opportunities. This is just a small appetizer; I don't mind if you start your own business. But for the big dishes that can build a business empire, I won't cooperate with you."

Often, people are unaware of many opportunities to get rich, and only realize their mistake after the opportunity has passed, having missed out on a great deal.

It's like being trapped in a maze; the opportunity to make money is right in front of you, but you just can't notice it. It's a typical blind spot in perspective and thinking. You need a mentor to guide you.

"Let's not talk about the main course yet," Tanaka Yutaka raised his hand to indicate, then continued, "Regarding the acquisition of game cards, how much are you paying? Is it weekly or monthly? How often are salaries paid? If I bring my brothers over tomorrow morning, can I get an advance?"

Since the group leader was sentenced, many members of the organization have been leaving because they can't afford to support their families. Many others are also secretly taking on part-time jobs, earning less than 700 yen per hour and working less than three hours a day.

And then there are those lazy bums who go to pachinko parlors every day to play marbles, losing more than they win... not even enough to buy a pack of cigarettes a day.

I really wanted to go to the pinball shop and collect protection money, but unfortunately, they'd all already belonged to someone else.

My influence is still too small, my connections are still too limited, and the police station is making exorbitant demands… I just want to rush in and start hacking and slashing wildly…

"Is it already that difficult for you?"

Katsuhiko asked in surprise, "Then why did you hire Hiroji Sato as your financial advisor? What does he do?"

"That's an organizational secret, I can't tell you." Tanaka Yutaka's face stiffened, and he placed his hands on the cash register, saying, "But if you want to cooperate with me, please answer my questions."

"As you know, we're in a job market slump right now, it's tough for everyone, and starting a business is especially difficult..."

Katsuhiko touched the tip of his nose and, seeing that Tanaka Yutaka was getting a little impatient, said directly, "We don't have a fixed salary, it's piecework, the more you work, the more you earn. The profit from one game card is about 400-1000 yen. After deducting operating costs, I'll split it equally with the brothers, 150 yen per card. If you're quick, you can collect about four or five hundred cards a day..."

"So many?!" Tanaka Yutaka suddenly stood up, his wide eyes looking somewhat dazed, and muttered to himself, "Ten game cards, 1,500 yen; one hundred game cards, 15,000 yen..."

Sheng Yan picked up his coffee and took a sip, letting him process it on his own.

Not many people are quick and efficient. The reason I was able to scan more than 400 game cards in half a day was mainly because I knew the exact value of each card as soon as I touched it, so I didn't waste any time.

Ordinary people have to pick and choose, and even a gifted card master can only receive a hundred valuable game cards a day. That's quite a lot. Fifteen thousand yen is enough for one visit to a bubble bath shop.

After a while, Tanaka Yutaka slowly sat down, his gaze intense, and said seriously, "I'm bringing twenty brothers tomorrow. Can you handle them?"

"No problem, the more the merrier..."

Just as Sheng Yan put down his coffee cup, the sound of running footsteps came from outside the half-closed roller shutter.

"Chika-chan, slow down..."

As Yuma Kamisaki called out, Chinatsu, dressed in a white martial arts uniform, crawled in from under the rolling shutter door.

Tanaka Yutaka suddenly stood up and stared at Katsuhiko with surprise.

"What's wrong?"

Katsuhiko asked, then walked around the cashier and hugged Chika.

Tanaka Yutaka didn't respond, his expression somewhat suspicious. He took two steps past Katsuhiko and lifted the iron roll-up door.

Yuma Kanzaki just happened to walk to the door.

Tanaka Yutaka frowned and tilted his head, saying, "Miss Yuma?"

Yuma Kanzaki looked equally surprised and said, "Mr. Tanaka?"

She still had her hair tied in a high ponytail, wore a black trench coat, her karate uniform on her legs, and a pair of white sneakers on her feet.

Katsuhiko raised an eyebrow, holding Chika in his arms, and subtly stepped aside, wanting to hear what the two of them were saying.

Since she's called "Young Miss," she must be the daughter of their company president.

Could her 320 million yen debt be inherited?

"Oh, I just discussed some business with Mr. Takenaka," Tanaka Yutaka said somewhat awkwardly, bowing slightly. He clearly didn't want to talk any more and turned to leave. "It's all over. Goodbye."

Kanzaki Yuma's expression remained quite calm. She glanced indifferently at Tanaka Yutaka's departing figure, then turned back and asked, "Mr. Takenaka, are you bringing Chinatsu-chan again tomorrow?"

"certainly……"

Katsuhiko nodded, but Chika waved her hand and shook her head, saying, "I'm not going, I'm not going. It's too tiring. She doesn't teach me how to fight, she just makes me stand as punishment..."

"I've already paid, I can't back out now." Katsuhiko Chika sternly pointed at her face, then gestured to Kanzaki Yuma, "Manager Yuma, come sit in the shop for a while!"

"It's getting late. Don't let Chinatsu-chan be late tomorrow. I'll make her stand as punishment again..."

Yuma Kanzaki seemed to have lost her good mood and turned away.

"Did you see that?" Chinatsu shouted, pointing at Yuma Kamisaki's retreating figure.

"Which is better, your mom spanking you or me spanking you?"

Chika remained silent.

It was already 10:30. Katsuhiko dropped Chika off at the shop entrance, went inside, turned off the lightbox, and prepared to lock up and go home.

Just as I pulled down the rolling shutter, I heard a slightly familiar motorcycle roar behind me.

Then the familiar biker motorcycle came to a steady stop at the entrance.

On the motorcycle, it was the same woman in the embroidered black trench coat. She had one long leg in black leather pants, which was supported by her knee-high boots. Then, she took off her helmet.

Qianxia, ​​who was standing next to her, suddenly opened her mouth wide, looking dumbfounded.

Katsuhiko was also stunned. She looked exactly like Yuma Kanzaki, with a heroic air about her. However, she had short hair that reached her ears, which made her look more worldly, unlike Yuma Kanzaki, who still had the childishness of a schoolgirl.

Of course, you can also tell that the two are the same age, twin sisters, or twins?

"Boss, are we off work yet?" Kanzaki Yumi asked, still on her motorcycle, with her helmet slung under her arm and black leather gloves off her hands.

Katsuhiko immediately lifted the rolling shutter door and asked, "What do you want to buy?"

"Give me another pack of chewing gum. The 5000 yen I gave you last time should last a few more times, right?"

"A box of chewing gum costs 50 yen, and you can buy it many more times."

As Katsuhiko spoke, he walked into the store, took out another box of chewing gum, and deliberately gripped most of the box. As he handed it to her, he subtly pressed his hand down, touching the back of her hand. Only through direct contact could he know: [Assets -324500000 yen]

With a debt of 324.5 million yen... even more ruthless than Yuma Kanzaki. However, Yuma Kanzaki always has a stern face and looks preoccupied, while she is more carefree and even rides a motorcycle around town. Is she giving up?

After Katsuhiko withdrew his hand, Kanzaki Yumi's hand, which was holding the green chewing gum box, was still raised there.

A half-smile played on her lips as she glanced at her hands, then at Sheng Yan's face.

Normally, when handing over chewing gum, there's no need to touch it at all, since the gum box is rectangular and quite long...

Katsuhiko, without changing his expression, asked, "What's wrong?"

"Shh—" Kanzaki Yumi whistled softly with a half-smile, then, while unpacking a chewing gum box, tilted her head and gestured to Chinatsu, asking, "Is that your daughter?"

"Does it matter?" Katsuhiko said, turning around to Chika, who was still staring wide-eyed, and said, "Call me Daddy."

Chika tilted her head back, hands on her hips, and scoffed, "Hmph!"

"Her karate instructor is named Yuma Kanzaki, we're meeting in ten minutes," Katsuhiko then turned back and asked, "Are you the older or younger sister?"

"A few minutes won't make a difference," Kanzaki Yumi said, her eyebrows twitching as she popped a piece of chewing gum into her mouth. Katsuhiko Oki, wearing leather gloves, raised his chin. "Kanzaki Yumi."

Katsuhiko Takenaka.

"Let's go racing sometime."

After saying that, Kanzaki Yumi put her helmet on her head and drove off in a loud noise.

Katsuhiko carried Chika home. It was exactly 11 p.m. Chika was sleepy and drowsy.

Mikoto and Sayuri were sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, with a huge pile of game cards between them. They were cleaning them one by one with erasers and alcohol swabs.

They were both wearing loose-fitting pajamas; Sayuri's were white, and Mikoto's were blue—they were the same style.

I haven't seen Sheng Yan before; he's probably just bought it.

After Katsuhiko pushed open the door and came in, the two of them got up at the same time.

Little Sayuri rushed over excitedly, her face flushed, and whispered, "Honey, we bought so many game cards today! If we can sell them all, we can make at least five million yen! We're going to be rich!"

"Really?" Katsuhiko said, reaching out and rubbing her fair chin with his fingers. "Little Lily, you're amazing~"

Little Lily tilted her head back, swaying it with a grin, her eyes crinkling as if she were thoroughly enjoying herself.

Mikoto walked over, her smiling face seemingly tinged with worry, and said, "Is Chinatsu-chan asleep? Give it to me!"

Sheng Yan deliberately made eye contact with her, and she looked away with a slightly stiff expression.

Katsuhiko handed Chinatsu to her and asked, "What's wrong?"

After reporting to Chinatsu, Mikoto rubbed her forehead with her hand, her lowered eyelids blinking repeatedly as she carefully chose her words, saying, "Just now, um, I was thinking of calling the store... um, to ask about your situation... um..."

"Let me explain!" Sayuri's eyes still shone with excitement as she continued, "Manager Mikoto is worried about the violent debt collectors because of her ex-husband's debts... We can earn five million yen a day, which is nothing compared to that debt, right?"

Katsuhiko roughly understood Mikoto's concerns.

She worried that her ex-husband's debts would cause trouble for Sheng Yan, or rather, would displease him.

She was also worried about Sheng Yan's safety and wanted to call to ask about the situation, but the thought of the debt made her hesitate.

As for Sayuri, because of the exorbitant profits from game cartridges, she had complete confidence in Katsuhiko. It seemed there was nothing her husband couldn't accomplish; since Katsuhiko wanted her to focus on acquiring game cartridges, then she would focus on doing it wholeheartedly…

Of course, she also noticed that Mikoto was distracted, chatting while cleaning the game cards. In addition, she already knew about Mikoto's ex-husband's debt problem, so she understood immediately.

She combined what Katsuhiko said about the future used store merging with Mikoto's convenience store, which would be a deep integration. She believed her husband would definitely not ignore it... After all, Mikoto, the store manager, only received 1 yen in rent, and she was grateful enough.

"What's the big deal?" Katsuhiko said, extending his index finger to lift Mikoto's fair chin and gently scratching it. He said, "It's all taken care of. Those yakuza are working for us now. You'll be their bosses from now on, paying their salaries. Twenty people will report for duty tomorrow. We'll give them some basic training and then send them to the market to buy up goods..."

Mikoto tilted her head back, her lips slightly parted, staring blankly at Katsuhiko, her eyes somewhat vacant.

"Honey...it's getting late, should we go home?"

Sayuri opened her mouth wide, turned her head, and anxiously switched between Katsuhiko's fingers that were supporting Mikoto's chin and Katsuhiko's face, looking somewhat at a loss.

Mikoto jolted, taking a step back while holding Chinatsu. Her round, oval face flushed crimson. She lowered her head, turned hastily, and headed towards the children's room, whispering, "Mr. Takenaka, please, please don't do this… I… I already have a boyfriend… Sayuri-chan will… will be sad…"