Chapter 90: Step Sister Form·Fushimi Sakurako
"Moses Moses, this is the Tokyo Child Welfare Department, what can I do..."
Bang, Fushimi Lu hung up the phone.
Sakurako Hira continued to write furiously on the carton. She described the whole process of Jun Watanabe's kidnapping in concise words. She also sketched a sketch on the carton, making the characters' expressions and movements lifelike.
This is not over yet, Hira Sakurako further made her request: she hopes that Fushimi Shika can return the video recorder, help her get back those interviews, and provide her with a job with an hourly wage of no less than 600 yen - in exchange, She will help Fushimi Shika keep the secret.
Under the light of the office, Fushimi looked carefully. Sakurako Taira was wearing a little dinosaur jumpsuit with autumn clothes and a white sweater underneath. She looked warm and cute. The Welfare Department must be taking good care of her... But this The guy didn't know what was going on and sneaked out alone.
Fushimi Lu felt more and more that she was a hot potato.
In fact, Hira Sakurako does not want to be adopted by a stranger, nor does she want to live in an orphanage relying on the mercy of others. She wants to make money on her own, survive on her own, find a warm little home of her own, and build it into a new dream residence.
She made an appointment with Xuecun Sunflower. One day she would save enough money to find her mother and live a happy and stable life together. In this beautiful blueprint, there is also a place for Yukimura Sunflower and her sister. She promised to help Sunflower find her sister.
Snow Village Sunflower was still looking at her, but she couldn't see Snow Village Sunflower.
"You are really brave."
Fushimi Lu dragged a chair and sat next to Taira Sakurako, looking down at her and saying with a gloomy face: "Aren't you afraid that I will silence you?"
Ping Yingzi blinked her eyes, but did not speak or write.
"I am a murderous villain, even more terrifying than Nagashima Takeshi. No matter if it is a woman or a child, as long as they make me unhappy, I will go in with a white knife and go out with a red knife..."
As he said that, Fushimi Lu casually picked up a fork from the table, put on a ferocious expression, stuck out his tongue and licked the tip of the knife, trying to frighten the naughty kid in front of him.
"..."
Ping Yingzi looked at him as if he was mentally retarded.
"What? What's your expression? Do you think I'm lying?" Fushimi Shika looked left and right, always feeling unhappy with Sakurako, but he couldn't explain the reason.
Hira Sakurako lowered her head and wrote on the carton with a ballpoint pen: "Is the little kid here?"
"Are you talking about Minamoto Tamako? She is not here. Now there are only you and me in the chat. Even if you scream, no one will hear you..."
Before Fushimi Lu could finish his words, Taira Sakurako was so angry that she took a deep breath and opened her mouth to scream like a dolphin. Fushimi Lu hurriedly covered her mouth, and she stopped in cooperation. There was silence upstairs, and this short scream did not alarm Yuan Yuzi and Kazama Takusai.
The two looked at each other, and Fushimi Lu finally knew why he hated her.
This naughty boy looks very much like me when I was a child.
Just as taciturn, just as stubborn-eyed, just as prone to offending, and likes to take risks and do stupid things.
"Okay, you're welcome." Fushimi Shika let go of his hand and began to negotiate with her: "I can give you the video recorder, and I can get it for you if you can meet, but you have to find the work yourself..."
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Seeing Taira Sakurako start to take a deep breath again, Fushimi Shika quickly signaled her to stop: "Stop! Do you know what bargaining is? It means that you make one condition, and I make another condition, and we pull each other from the middle, and finally reach a point where both parties can agree. Satisfied with the price, understand? ”
Ping Yingzi stared at him and nodded.
"Otherwise, the fixed price is one hundred thousand yen. It's better than having to work hard, right?" Fushimi Shika said bewilderedly.
Ping Yingzi shook her head and circled the word 'work' with a ballpoint pen.
"Two hundred thousand! No more. Two hundred thousand is enough for you to be popular and lively for a long time!" Fushimi Lu made a distressed expression. Taira Sakurako simply shrunk into the cardboard box, as if Fushimi Shika would not leave unless she agreed.
Fushimi Shika thought with his buttocks, how could there be a formal job that employed child labor these days? What's more, Ping Yingzi also suffers from autism. Now she is like a mute. He doesn't even know what Ping Yingzi relied on to survive before.
He thought for a long time and came up with a win-win solution.
"It just so happens that I need a housekeeper. His main job is to help me clean, change clothes, and clean up the garbage. Occasionally, he has to help me when I cook. In special circumstances, he has to work in the field, responsible for running errands, handling the scene, and keeping track. Tracking, creating alibi, etc... In short, the steward has to do whatever I need the steward to do."
Fushimi Lu paused for a moment, crossed his fingers, leaned forward, and said seriously: "The daily salary is five thousand, all year round, what do you think?"
Ping Yingzi raised her head and looked at him carefully, seeming to be weighing whether the job was worth it or not.
"Don't think about it. You can't find a better job than this. Most people who want to be my housekeeper have to pay extra. Follow me and you can learn a lot of useful little knowledge. You won't be rich or famous in the future, but At least I can guarantee that I won’t be bullied again.”
Fushimi Shika is good at painting cakes, which hits Taira Sakurako's heart.
She hesitated for a moment, nodded, and agreed.
The two reached a deal, and Fushimi Shika breathed a sigh of relief. He took Ping Yingzi back to the dormitory, spread a cloth in the cardboard box, and let her make do with it for the night.
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Early tomorrow morning, he will take Taira Sakurako to the district office to 'transfer the ownership', which is equivalent to picking up a younger sister for free. From now on, Taira Sakurako will change her name to 'Fushimi Sakurako'.
In Japan in the 1990s, there were a large number of illegal households, some of which were due to overseas registration, and some were caused by parents' nationality and marriage issues. Many Indonesians or Filipinos stranded in Japan managed to obtain legal household registration, which led the Japanese government to successively introduce relevant policies and once forcibly repatriated 500,000 black people.
It is precisely because of this that the business of household registration trading has flourished in Japan's black market. Especially in the era of active gangs, fake identities have formed a mature industrial chain, and local district offices are more or less involved. As long as the price is in place, citizens can change their identities at any time.
Fushimi Lu plans to spend a lot of money to ask the forensic examiner to issue a paternity test certificate, and Hira Sakurako is his long-lost sister.
As for why he didn’t have a birth certificate from the hospital, he had no choice but to give in to his deceased parents and make up a sad love story about a couple who eloped and gave birth to a baby girl in a rented house regardless of their parents’ objections... Believe it or not, the household registration registrar at the district office It doesn't matter, anyway, Fushimi Shika feels that Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi can help him convince the other party.
After Sakurako huddled up in the box and fell asleep, Fushimi Shika remembered that Watanabe-senpai was tied up.
I don’t know who Watanabe-senpai provoked. Maybe it was the Yakuza gang from the airport who came back to take revenge. Fushimi Shika observed three seconds of silence for him and had no intention of bravely joining the gang and saving his senior alone.
He went downstairs to a public coin-operated phone booth and made an anonymous call, reporting to the police station that he had witnessed someone being kidnapped in front of Jiaofan Gate. Then he rubbed his hands and went back to his dormitory to wash up and sleep.
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at the same time.
Inside a logistics warehouse at a construction site in Adachi Ward, Tokyo.
Watanabe Jun was tied to a chair, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he could not move.
Half an hour ago, while the kidnapper was untying the sack, he suddenly burst into flames and rushed into the warehouse. Four or five strong men had no choice but to play with him for twenty minutes. They struggled to catch him, but this guy still dared to struggle, so everyone had to beat him up.
As the saying goes, one learns from each experience. The kidnappers learned a lesson and tied Jun Watanabe's arm behind his back, just like tying a hairy crab.
Right now, there was a table in front of Jun Watanabe, and the lamplight shone directly on his face, making him unable to open his eyes.
After a while, footsteps were heard, and someone sat down opposite him. A deep male voice came, and the other person asked straight to the point:
"Where's my money?"
(End of chapter)