Chapter 332 Expectations for Life
Zhonghezhen is very satisfied with his current life and work. He is now a formal member of the poker organization, the business manager of the Clown Pharmaceutical Company, and the ace policeman of the Ministry of Public Security.
Is the identity a little complicated?
It's complicated, and it makes Zhong Hezhen's income so rich that he dare not let his police superiors know, for fear that the latter will report him to Poker because he can't help but be jealous, and then replace him.
Don't think that such a thing will not happen. As long as it is one in ten thousand, Zhonghe Zhen is not willing to let it happen.
How comfortable his daily life is now. When he is not on a business trip, he gets up in the morning and comes to the company to punch in and let others know that he is in the company today.
Then take two subordinates to the gym to hit a punching bag, or put on your fists and have a friendly competition with the company's security guards to maintain your skills.
After spending a free and happy morning like this, Nakawa Makoto, Mitsumura Daigo, and Haruta Taiga went to the company canteen for lunch at noon.
There is unlimited rice, meat, and vegetables here, and Japanese, Western, and Chinese dishes are all available in a buffet style.
Because the food is so good, many company employees are willing to spend a little extra money to get a meal card for their family members, allowing them to come over for lunch and dinner every day.
In the afternoon, it was time for Zhonghe to have free time. He can continue to stay in the company, or go out to run business and do organizational tasks.
Before he was assigned a task, Zhonghe could go wherever he wanted, and no one would care about him when he got home.
Someone also knew how cool Zhonghe Zhen was now. Just when he had eaten and drank and was about to go to the dock for a walk, his phone rang.
Zhonghezhen took out his mobile phone and looked at the number on it. He looked a little unhappy. This was because some annoying spirit came to see him again.
"Moses Moses...I am Zhonghe Zhen."
"This is Fujiwara Fast Food Restaurant, sir, the takeaway you want..."
"It's convenient for me to speak, so just say it."
Nakawazumi interrupted the other's riddle.
"Yoshi... meet at the same place at 2:30 in the afternoon."
"Yeah."
The caller was Zhonghe Zhen’s public security boss, a very annoying guy who was eager to make meritorious deeds so that he could be promoted and make a fortune at home.
It is natural for people to want to be promoted and make money, and it is not an unforgivable bad thing.
However, the bad thing about this is that even if this old boy gets promoted, he keeps saying something like, "When I get promoted, I will transfer you back to take over my position..."
This is so false. He doesn't even need snacks to make a pie. It's so hypocritical that it makes Zhong He want to vomit.
Does Zhonghe really not know what is going on inside the Japanese police?
First of all, even if the boss is promoted, Zhonghe will not be able to take the former's position in terms of seniority.
Secondly, if Zhonghezhen had a choice now, he would rather throw away his identity as a police officer and concentrate on being a member of his poker team.
Perhaps due to the influence of certain movies and TV series, or perhaps in order to hide and avoid being monitored, the so-called old place is on the rooftop of a hotel.
When Zhong Hezhen, who was alone, pushed open the iron door of the rooftop, Zhong Hezhen's immediate boss, a fat man in a suit and a peaked cap, was leaning on the armrest of the rooftop, smoking a lonely cigarette.
"What's the matter?"
Zhonghe Zhen leaned on the fat man's side and imitated him in taking out his own cigarette, holding it in his mouth and lighting it with a windproof lighter.
"How are you doing?"
The boss was not in a hurry to get down to business, but started chatting with Zhonghe Zhen.
In the howling cold wind at high altitude, Zhonghe really tightened his leather jacket to keep himself warmer. At the same time, he secretly rolled his eyes from an angle that his boss couldn't see.
This damn fat guy is so hypocritical. If you really care about me, why don't you approve my application for a salary increase?
"I'm living a good life, I have food and drink... Boss, let's get down to business, I don't have a lot of time."
The fat boss heard the impatience in Zhonghe Zhen's words. After thinking about it, he decided to get straight to the point.
"You have been involved in poker for so long, have you learned any important secrets?"
"Boss, have you read the report I wrote some time ago? I put everything I know about the members of the poker organization, its Japanese branch structure, and what its current business is."
"I saw..."
The fat boss took a long drag on the cigarette, and after finishing the remaining half of the cigarette, he flicked his index finger, and the half of the still-burning cigarette butt flew out, and fell towards the busy street below.
Zhonghe really looked at the fat man's actions with side eyes. This kid really has no sense of public morality.
The fat man didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his behavior. He scratched his head to himself, looking quite distressed.
"What I want is real-time information, such as whether there have been any major criminal activities in poker recently."
Oh, Zhonghe really understands what he wants.
Zhonghe Zhen also had such news, but he was not sure whether the fat boss would dare to take advantage of it.
"Tonight around twelve o'clock, the Poker Organization will have a large smuggling cargo ship enter Tokyo Bay..."
"Really?"
The fat boss's eyes widened. He found nothing for a long time, and he couldn't believe the news he heard.
"You're not kidding me?"
"No."
Zhonghe said seriously and solemnly.
"There's something in it."
"Most of them are rice noodles and some frozen Brazilian chicken and beef. A small part are second-hand cars, electrical appliances, and maybe military weapons and equipment."
Nakawazhen explained.
"According to my understanding, the food in these goods comes from South America and is Brazilian poker's support for Japanese poker.
The vehicles come from North America..."
Lots of rice noodles and frozen meat! ?
The fat boss thought for a moment and suddenly thought of something.
"Wait a minute, the goods on this smuggling ship are not for Nakasaki Love Express Company and Fujiwara Food Wholesale Company, right?"
"It should be."
Zhonghezhen threw the cigarette butt at his feet and stamped it out with his leather shoes. His movements were slow and his expression was leisurely. It was a pity for him. Although his immediate boss was not very good at acting, he was not a fool either.
"There are not many cheap food sources in Japan. Chiba Prefecture provides them, but there are not many, and they cannot meet the current needs of the poker organization."
The fat boss suddenly took a breath of air, then waved his hands repeatedly.
"That's it for now. Forget it, just pretend you haven't told me this news."
The fat man gave in so quickly. It was obvious that he was also an insider and knew that the groups involved in the things on this cargo ship were not simple. Zhonghe was really sorry again. This fat man was so smart. If he was fooled, it would be great to lead people to intercept this cargo ship.
That way, you really don't have to do anything to neutralize it, and the fat guy will be finished by himself.
The Poker Organization now has many companies and institutions under its command that need a large amount of cheap food. In addition to the Nakasaki Love Express Company mentioned above, the Fujiwara Grain Company run by Masato Fujiwara is the largest consumer of food.
These cheap rice noodles will be secondary processed and packaged in food processing plants in the suburbs of Tokyo, and then shipped to Tokyo for sale.
The main customer groups of Fujiwara Grain Co., Ltd. are as follows.
The first is the civil servant group of Tokyo City.
The issue of soaring rice prices in Japan has been mentioned before and needs no further mention here.
The police in Japan are also civil servants. The middle and high-level police are fine. The problem of soaring rice prices is not a big problem for them and they can still bear it.
Those patrol officers at the bottom who rely on monthly salary, only 200,000 to 300,000 yen per month, have a hard time.
At this time, the cheap rice provided by Fujiwara Food Company specifically to civil servants saved their lives and their families, and stabilized the morale of these police officers.
For no reason, even for the benefit of this cheap food quota, these grassroots police officers will not leave their jobs easily, and they will be more energetic when patrolling.
The second group is the Yakuza gang in Tokyo.
Japanese TV stations have reported many times that Yakuza members formed a group to steal food from supermarkets. Apparently, Yakuza members are somewhat unable to withstand this environment.
Ordinary people will take risks when they have no money, but what will these gangsters who are accustomed to using violence to make money do?
While ensuring that they had enough food for themselves, Fujiwara Food Company sold excess food to Yakuza members. This was an act with the tacit approval of the Japanese police.
In addition to filling your stomach, you can also make a little money, which can stabilize the bottom Yakuza members and prevent them from becoming an unstable factor in society.
The third group is the poor group in Tokyo.
The Nakasaki Love Express Company run by Minako Nakasaki can benefit at least thousands of families. Not all of them live on care packages, but most of them still come to pick up packages occasionally.
In addition, there are street friends in Tokyo who are also in urgent need of love packages to survive.
This shows that the situation of the poor is not good now. If the news often reports that people starve to death at home in Tokyo, the city government will not look good.
Due to multiple factors, if the fat boss dares to lead people to intercept this cargo ship, his fate can be imagined.
The frustrated boss made sure many times that he could not dig out any useful information from Zhonghe Zhen, and then left here with some dejection.
The former left, but Nakawazhen continued to stay on the rooftop blowing the cold wind. He was looking at the scenery in the distance, his pupils aimlessly scanning the busy traffic under the tall buildings.
Zhonghe Zhen is very satisfied with his current situation. He doesn't really want to return to the public security, because since he can be sent out as a spy, it essentially means that Zhonghe Zhen's future in this department is not promising.
In poker, Nakawa has a bright future, and his income as a cadre is quite high. He now earns at least two million yen every month, and this money is legal income and can be taxed.
In addition, Zhonghezhen also has a large number of subordinates at his disposal, so his life is very comfortable.
"Dingle bell..."
"Moses Moses, I am Zhonghe Zhen."
"Boss, it's me, Haruta Taiga... The matter you asked me to investigate has become clear. The kid who just came into the organization recently is indeed unclean. According to the information of the Osaka police, he is a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi."< br>
"Yamaguchi-gumi?"
Zhonghe really frowned.
"It's no wonder why this guy deliberately inquired about the organization's smuggling channels. Our business has obviously affected the Yamaguchi-gumi's income."
"What should I do, boss?"
Zhonghe really thought about it.
"Immediately report this matter to Plum Blossom 9 and expose his identity. Tonight, you and I, as well as Mitsumura Daigo, will go and kill this young man... Is there any problem?"
"No, boss."
Haruta Dahe on the other end of the phone hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't help but express the questions in his heart.
"Boss, after killing this spy, have Daigo Mitsumura and I done enough to become official members of Poker?"
"Are you in a hurry?"
"Boss, it's been more than two years. Mitsumura Daigo and I are still reserve members. Although the income is not bad.
But we just got married this year and have to buy a new house and pay for milk powder for future children. Our income is not enough to support our family. ”
"After completing this task, I will submit the application documents for you."
Zhonghe really thought about it, even though he had eaten and drank enough, he couldn't leave his little brother behind.
"Okay, boss."
Haruta Dahe's tone revealed joy.
"Go to work!"
This is Zhonghe Zhen's current job. In addition to helping Clown Pharmaceuticals run business and engage in the wholesale business of generic and patented drugs, he and his two direct subordinates are also responsible for cleaning up the internal garbage.
The poker organization is now considered a well-known large organization in Japan. Its business ranges from drug production to smuggling primary crops and second-hand cars, and it does both legal and marginal business.
As your business expands and your income increases, you will naturally attract the jealousy of others.
The Japanese government knows that poker is not easy to mess with, and is more wary of American interference, so official agencies are not a problem.
On the contrary, Japan's bastards, no matter how big or small, always want to take advantage of the fire.
For example, the Yamaguchi-gumi were one of them. They did not dare to confront the playing cards head-on, so they secretly played some tricks and sent spies into the playing cards to mix in the sand.
Zhonghezhen's job is to examine new people and determine whether their behavior is abnormal.
To put it bluntly, this kind of job is like a cleaner, doing dirty and tiring work.
Although the work was not decent, the poker organization paid well, and every time he killed a spy sent by the Yakuza organization, there would be a head bonus, so Zhonghe Zhen was not dissatisfied.
When Zhonghezhen does this kind of work, he is also very professional. When each peripheral member emerges and enters his field of vision, Zhonghezhen can always quickly judge whether there is something wrong with him from the latter's behavior.
If the newcomer has a strong smell of the police, Zhonghe Zhen will turn a blind eye, and then put a mark of "suspected official" on the former's file.
Colleagues are enemies, and it is best to have fewer of these guys who come to grab food. Moreover, after being marked with this mark, it will be good for them. The poker organization will not take action against official personnel. At most, it will secretly persuade them to retreat.
But if Zhonghe really finds out that the guy in question is a member of a Yakuza gang, a criminal organization, or some kind of fugitive, then Zhonghe will not be polite and will directly take his younger brother to work.
If there are fewer such scum, the world will be more peaceful.
Nakawazhen hopes more than anyone else that the poker organization can continue to operate smoothly until his death.
(End of chapter)