Tokyo Three Generations

According to Grandpa, if the other party is ungrateful and insists on making trouble, then there's no need to be polite anymore—after all, the Takasaki family isn't actually afraid of them.

Fortunately, the uncle was quite sensible. After seeing Takasaki Jun apologize to his face, he simply sighed softly.

"It's alright. Our family sells alcohol and has nothing to do with nightclubs. So what if people talk about it? On the contrary, Mio has really suffered this time. I feel sorry for her. You should comfort your mother."

Seeing that his uncle was so "understanding", Jun Takasaki felt relieved.

It seems this relative still has value.

"Don't worry, I've been staying by Mom's side these past few days and I'll comfort her properly," Takasaki Jun said, bowing slightly to his uncle.

"That's good... Let's have another get-together after this turmoil is over. We've missed each other quite a bit since we haven't seen each other in so long." The uncle nodded in agreement.

And just like that, this minor conflict between the two families was completely put behind them.

He had already guessed it, because although the Takasaki family's reputation was damaged, their status and power remained, so his uncle couldn't possibly give him a hard time—even if he had a problem with it, anyone with a modicum of sense wouldn't be foolish enough to kick someone when they're down before the situation became clear.

As an elder, Akira Komuro did not keep Jun Takasaki around, but instead had his son entertain him.

So, Komuro called Takasaki Jun to the balcony and brought over a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

He even poured wine for his cousin.

"Bro, this is a treasure I brought from California. It has a unique flavor compared to French wines. Come on, have a couple of drinks with your brother!"

Normally, Jun Takasaki wouldn't want to drink, but since he came to apologize today, and the other party was being so polite, it wouldn't be right not to have a few drinks.

So he picked up the cup.

"Cheers!" The two clinked glasses and sipped their drinks while enjoying the scenery.

The two of them drank and, slightly tipsy, half-reclined on the sofa, chatting idly.

Komuro Toru enthusiastically recounted his experiences in America, while Takasaki Jun listened, and a thought suddenly popped into his head.

Why not ask your cousin for his opinion?

“Brother Tou, I have a rather interesting hypothetical question I’d like to ask you.” He asked immediately.

"Hmm? What is it?" Komuro asked lazily, his eyes half-open.

However, although it seemed casual, he was actually quite curious inside.

He had known his cousin for so many years, so of course he knew his cousin's personality. Chun had always been straightforward and didn't like beating around the bush. But now, in just a few words, he was wearing several layers of armor. Clearly, he must care a lot about this issue.

"Hmm... Suppose I have a friend who has a very strange genetic disease that is currently difficult to detect, let alone find a treatment for, what would be the best way for me to help him?" After hesitating for a moment, Jun Takasaki asked.

Toru Komuro paused for a moment.

He looked his cousin over carefully again, but he couldn't see anything wrong with his face.

"Is your hypothetical friend rich?" He paused for a moment, then asked again, "In this hypothetical game, being rich and not being rich can lead to completely different outcomes."

“Well, let’s say he’s quite wealthy,” Jun Takasaki replied.

"Wouldn't that make things easier? Just send him to the top-tier university hospital with the best medical technology and find a leading geneticist, right?" Komuro retorted.

If it were that easy, why would I need to worry about it here... Jun Takasaki smiled bitterly to himself.

Given the Toyokawa family's status in Japan, they could certainly find the best hospitals and doctors, and they would definitely have a healthcare team on standby at all times.

However, even so, it couldn't save the lives of Toyokawa Mizuho and the previous heads of the family, which shows how terrible this chronic disease was.

“If it were that easy to solve, then this problem wouldn’t be interesting.” Jun Takasaki suppressed his helplessness and said casually, “Let’s make it a bit more difficult. What if we can’t find a suitable treatment or even the cause of the disease in this country?”

"Aren't you just adding settings out of thin air?!" Komuro Tooru complained.

However, he continued to ponder with great interest, "If even the top doctors in Japan are helpless, then we can only seek help from the most cutting-edge medical experts in the United States... These experts can only be professors from the most prestigious universities, and the research will require sophisticated medical laboratories—this is not an expense that ordinary people can afford, and even ordinary wealthy people cannot manage it."

At this point, he asked Jun Takasaki in return, "How much budget can you prepare for this hypothetical experiment?"

"How about $10 billion?" Jun Takasaki asked tentatively after a moment of silence.

"puff……"

After asking the question, Komuro Toru casually took a swig of wine, but after hearing his cousin's reply, he almost spat out the wine in his mouth.

He was increasingly impressed by his cousin's ability to make up stories.

Although the Komuro family is considered wealthy, $10 billion is a figure they wouldn't even dare to dream of. Although he didn't know the exact financial situation of the Takasaki family, he believed that they certainly couldn't come up with that much money.

So either my cousin was really joking, or he suddenly went crazy.

However, since it was just a game of ideas anyway, he didn't dwell on the realistic possibility of that number. Instead, he followed his cousin's line of thought and continued, "If there were that much money for research funding, then it would certainly be worth a try. Even top professors from prestigious universities would be enough to get their hands on. But the key is how to make the connections and find the right people."

Inspired by his cousin, Jun Takasaki instantly found a solution: he could hold academic seminars and invite top genetic disease experts to select suitable investment targets.

Of course, he didn't say this directly, because it would have been too obvious.

He pressed on, asking, "If suitable candidates are found, how can we ensure they are committed to the research?"

"You don't need to worry about that, bro..." Komuro chuckled easily. "I went to university in America, do you think I don't understand? Those professors are always short of research topics and funding, otherwise how would they support their PhD students? Assuming this friend can really donate that much money to a university medical school, they can easily set up a special fund, name a laboratory or research institute, and designate it only for research on the treatment of a specific rare disease. The university must follow the agreement, and the funds will be used for that purpose. Then, the funds will be disbursed according to the research progress—there are precedents for this in the US, so don't worry."

Jun Takasaki suddenly felt enlightened.

Previously, he only had the determination to "save Xiangzi," but he couldn't find a feasible path. Now, however, he has found a way forward in the darkest of times.

Although this path may not lead to a bright future, it is definitely worth a try.

This is the essence of the saying "do your best and leave the rest to fate".

"But, little brother, don't get too excited yet. There's something else I haven't mentioned yet." Seeing his cousin's excited expression, Komuro Toru suddenly poured cold water on him.

"What?" Jun Takasaki was somewhat surprised.

"Think about it. Medical research inherently involves numerous human trials. If it's an extremely rare genetic disease, suitable test subjects are even scarcer. This means that forcibly pushing forward the research could involve very high legal risks... In the United States, many wealthy people secretly do this, using homeless people for medical experiments to prolong their lives, but this kind of thing can never be brought into the open. Your hypothetical friend, since he can come up with a budget of 10 billion US dollars, is definitely not an ordinary influential person. If such a person is involved in a similar scandal, it will be an extremely serious public relations event, and we must prevent it beforehand—"

“You’re right.” Reminded by his cousin, Junya Takasaki immediately understood.

It's not just a matter of legal risks. If the Toyokawa Group openly sponsors research at American universities, then the progress of its research is almost tied to the "lifespan of the Toyokawa family head." External forces with ulterior motives could easily sabotage Xiangzi's efforts to recover by monitoring or even disrupting the research.

This situation must be avoided.

“Therefore, it is essential to ensure the funds are kept secret and to keep your friends out of the loop,” Jun Takasaki added.

“Yes, that’s it.” Komuro nodded. “If I were your friend, I would register an offshore fund in some godforsaken place like the Cayman Islands or the Virgin Islands, then design a complex fund operation model that would make it impossible for outsiders to trace the source. Then, I would pour these funds into the research institution you designated. That way, everything would be foolproof.”

If Jun Takasaki remembers correctly, his cousin studied business school in the United States. It's unknown how much he learned about marketing techniques, but he has mastered the art of offshore fund tax avoidance, designing capital models, and mitigating legal risks.

This cousin really learned something useful in America.

In any case, inspired by his cousin, Jun Takasaki managed to sketch out the outline of the entire plan in his mind.

Establish some offshore funds and transfer as much money as possible into them to accumulate research funds for Xiangzi—and incidentally, use these funds to generate their own revenue.

At the same time, we hold academic seminars, find suitable research institutions for sponsorship, and continuously monitor the research progress in the following period.

The two lines can run in parallel, while he oversees the overall situation behind the scenes and helps Xiangzi avoid all legal risks.

Admittedly, it may seem a bit ridiculous to say these things at this age, but he believes that as long as you find a goal and persevere, a young person can accomplish great things that others wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Judging from the time of Mizuho Toyokawa's death, Shoko had at least 15 to 20 years left. In such a long period of time, as long as a person perseveres, any miracle can happen.

Of course, he knew in his heart what his cousin meant by "legal risks".

But it didn't matter. As long as he could fulfill his promise and let Xiangzi live a peaceful life, he didn't care even if some innocent people were sacrificed—after all, the Takasaki family had never been kind-hearted people.

With the road ahead suddenly clear, he became full of energy.

"Thank you, Tou-ge!" This time he was truly grateful.

"If you really want to thank me, then show some sincerity!" Komuro Tooru raised his head slightly and looked at his cousin. "I invited you to my party a few times before, but you didn't give me the time of day. You should do me the honor this time, right?"

Jun Takasaki knew in his heart that it would be unreasonable to refuse again this time. "No problem, I'll do as you say!"

"Yay!" Komuro Toru stretched out his right hand, making an OK sign, then patted his cousin's shoulder hard. "Leave it to your older brother, I'll make sure you have a great time tonight!"

75, a prostitute/internet celebrity

After his cousin gave him excellent advice, Jun Takasaki, to thank him for his contribution, finally made an exception and accepted his invitation.

Komuro was very excited to receive his younger brother's approval for the first time. He immediately picked up his phone, found a number, and hurriedly dialed it, clearly to make an appointment.

"Hey, I'm throwing a party today. Get your contacts right away, the best of everything!" He shouted to the middleman on the other end of the line. "Commission is no problem, appearance fees are no problem, just bring me the best!"

After hanging up the phone, he looked at his cousin and said, "Let's go, Chun, let's have some fun, brothers!"

After saying that, he took Takasaki Jun's hand and led him towards the garage.

"Hey! Didn't we just drink alcohol?" Jun Takasaki quickly reminded him.

"That little bit of alcohol is nothing, don't worry, my drinking capacity is legendary." Komuro Toru said nonchalantly, continuing to pull him towards the garage. "After I returned to Japan, I recently bought a new Ferrari, and I'll show it off to you this time!"

Although his cousin spoke casually, Jun Takasaki remained unmoved. "No, let's get someone else to drive. I don't trust them anyway."

Jun Takasaki knew his cousin had a good alcohol tolerance, but he was always worried about the possibility of something going wrong. He had a long life ahead of him and didn't want to be reincarnated in another world because of something so foolish.

Moreover, even if no major accident occurs, getting caught for drunk driving would still damage one's reputation.

Komuro Tooru tugged at his cousin again, but no matter how hard he tried, Takasaki Jun wouldn't budge. In the end, he had no choice but to give up and let out a helpless sigh.

"Sigh, you really are... old-fashioned." In the end, he could only let out a helpless sigh, "My Ferrari can't fit three people."

"Then let's change the car!" Jun Takasaki said irritably.

Seeing his cousin's insistence, Komuro Tooru had no choice but to give up his idea of ​​taking his cousin for a wild ride. He called a car and took Takasaki Jun to a large bar in Roppongi.

The atmosphere changed abruptly the moment I stepped inside.

The lighting inside was very dim, with the only light source being the rotating flashlight on the ceiling, which swayed left and right, flickering with mesmerizing and ever-changing colors.

Loud disco music was playing inside, and there were so many people, all crammed into the dance floor, dancing and reveling. The air was thick with a strange smell of perfume and alcohol.

Most of the men and women were young, dancing and swaying their heads. Some even pressed themselves together and kissed without a care in the world.

Jun Takasaki had seen this kind of chaotic scene before, but he was still a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but frown.

Looking at his cousin's expression, Komuro Toru couldn't help but chuckle, "You're great in every way, except you're too old-fashioned. How come you're so young but act like a little old man!"

Then, he spread his arms wide towards the dance floor and shouted with a look of contentment, "If you don't enjoy life while you're young, it'll be too late when you're old!"

Although his voice was loud, it was still drowned out by the noise and no one noticed.

After shouting, he dragged his cousin deeper into the bar, heading towards the VIP room he had reserved.

As soon as he opened the door, Jun Takasaki found that several young women were already sitting in the booth of the private room.

They were all good-looking and dressed quite glamorously, which suited the decadent atmosphere of the place perfectly.

"Toru!" As soon as they saw Toru Komuro, some people stood up and rushed towards him.

It seems that Komuro Tooru has become a celebrity in the circle because he is willing to spend money, so people come to curry favor with him as soon as they meet.

Good times!

Komuro let out a small cheer, just like when he was in America.

He casually pulled a woman into his arms, and she gave a soft, coquettish sigh, pressing herself against him with a mixture of resistance and attraction.

Then, Komuro Toru turned to his cousin, his expression quite smug, "My friend is really reliable. This time, he invited some well-known internet celebrities and underground idols... Little brother, you shouldn't miss this opportunity."

Then, he turned to the group of women and shouted, "Sweethearts, this is my brother. I brought him here today to broaden his horizons, so you all better behave yourselves!"

"Yada~" came another coquettish reply.

However, in an instant, Jun Takasaki became the focus of everyone's attention.

Because of his excellent modeling skills, unsurprisingly, the gazes directed at him quickly became more intense.

That's easy to understand. Although they come here for the money, if they can have something happen with such a handsome guy, it's not a loss... you could even say it's a double win.

Jun Takasaki, however, was less comfortable. He wasn't used to such an unvarnished, materialistic setting. However, having seen his share of the world, he didn't show any weakness, simply observing everything with a blank expression.

Then, Komuro Toru dragged his cousin to sit in the booth.

As soon as the two sat down, they were surrounded by pretty girls who casually brushed against their arms while asking all sorts of questions with smiles.

Although he was not used to it, Takasaki Jun patiently chatted with the people around him about endless topics so as not to spoil his cousin's fun.

Immediately afterwards, a waiter pushed a cart in.

On the cart was a pyramid made of glass goblets. Under the dim, ambiguous light, these goblets seemed to reflect a gray light, which seemed to be the color of desire.

Next, the waiter skillfully picked up the wine bottle and opened it, while Komuro Toru walked over to the glasses, picked up the already opened bottle, and poured it over the glass tower.

Like a tap being turned on, the golden liquid poured out in an instant.