Chapter 593

Neon Tokyo, in the Mitsui family residence in Chiyoda District, Mitsui Takaki looked at Furukawa Ichibei and the staff of the Special Service Bureau of the Tokyo Regional Police Office with a sullen face, and had a very bad feeling in his heart.

Even for most neon people, there are natural psychological advantages.

But when facing Furukawa Ichibei's group, to be honest, even the leader of the Mitsui Zaibatsu didn't have much confidence.

Because of the Special Service Bureau of the Tokyo District Police Office, they are a precious sword placed by the Americans in Neon. It can be said that everyone on Neon's side will not be killed, even plutocrats like them are no exception.

Think about how arrogant they were during the bubble era? But in the end, he was suppressed financially by the Americans and detained physically and legally by the District Attorney's Office. The Neon government was unable to provide any positive help at all.

In the end, Neon Semiconductor, which was extremely powerful at the time, collapsed under a ban from the Americans, and almost all of it was transferred to the country of Han next door. They themselves could only do some upstream industries that were important and highly profitable but only of that scale. chain.

It can pinch the egg bags of Han people, but it doesn't make much money.

Mitsui Takaki, who came from that era, knew very well that even he couldn't afford to offend the people of the Special Service Bureau of the Tokyo Regional Police Office.

He took a long breath and faced the smiling Furukawa Ichibei as calmly as possible.

"Furuhe-san, why are you here today? I just happened to get some pre-holiday Longjing from China. How about you sit down and have a drink when you come?"

Furukawa Ichihei smiled heartily, and in front of the other Mitsui family members who were glaring at them, he sat down in front of Mitsui Takaki and said with a smile:

"Of course it's good if you're lucky, but Mitsui-san, you have to go with me today no matter what. It's useless for anyone to come."

Taking another deep breath, Mitsui Takaki didn't even ask what he had done. He just chuckled and said: "Of course, I just want to ask Furukawa-san to allow me to make a few calls, and I will cooperate with you in your work." of."

He was not as angry as ordinary people imagined, or yelling at people like Furukawa Ichibei who came to the door. Mitsui Takaki was very calm. He motioned his wife to make tea for Furukawa Ichibei, and at the same time in front of Furukawa Ichibei I asked my son to bring me a black speakerphone. I knew it was a satellite speakerphone without having to guess at a glance.

While his wife was making tea, Mitsui Takaki made a direct call in front of Furukawa Ichibei.

A moment, maybe a few seconds.

The call was connected. Mitsui Takahiro's face was expressionless, but his tone sounded lighter:

"Mr. Morgan, hello. My name is Mitsui Takaki, and that is John Mitsui. Furukawa Ichibei of the Special Service Bureau of the Tokyo District Police Office is sitting in front of me."

Mitsui Takahi's opening remarks made Furukawa Ichibei's originally smiling face freeze, and his eyes became somewhat evasive.

The people in the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office are not afraid of any Neon Man. They dare to investigate even the one in the Imperial Palace, and they have even done so many times.

But all Neon people know that there are actually people they are afraid of, and that is naturally the master behind them - the Americans.

"Hi, yes. They came to the door and said they would take me away to assist in the investigation."

"Okay, I understand, then I'll wait a moment."

Mitsui Takaki put down the satellite phone in front of Furukawa Ichibei and placed it in front of him.

"Furuga-san, please wait a moment. My friend in the United States wants to ask me something, please."

Furukawa Ichihei's face looked a little ugly. He still didn't know who the person Mitsui Takayoshi was talking to.

It starts with the title Mr. Man, and ordinary neon people may not know who it is. How could Ichibei Furukawa, who grew up in the United States and returned to Neon only as an adult, not know this?

Even if he felt confident at this moment, Furukawa Ichihei could only nod his head slightly.

"Then let's taste Mitsui-san's tea. In short, I just follow the rules. I hope Mitsui-san can understand."

Even if he had the confidence, Furukawa Ichibei felt a little frightened after all when facing such a giant in the country, so his tone was much softer than when he came in just now.

Of course, other people around the two, including the Mitsui family and the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office, also discovered the changes in the two.

The faces of the Mitsui members have also changed from the uniform angry look just now, to now some are proud, some are still angry, some are gnashing their teeth, and some have vengeful expressions on their faces.

The people from the Special Service Bureau of the Tokyo Regional Police Office seemed very confident when they first arrived. Now after Mitsui Takaki made this call, they, like Furukawa Ichibei, looked a little uneasy.

At this time, Mitsui Takaki's wife also finished demonstrating her so-called neon tea ceremony. Mitsui Takaki invited Furukawa Ichihei to taste tea:

"Please taste it, Furukawa-san."

"Then I'd rather be respectful than obey." Furukawa Ichibei's tone was a little more polite than before.

The two tasted the good tea from the Jiangnan region of China.

After the phone call just now, Mitsui Takaki calmed down a lot. He even started to be in the mood to discuss the neon tea ceremony and the quality of the tea in front of him with Furukawa Ichibei.

But Furukawa Ichibei doesn't know this. In fact, he is a Japanese-American. His parents and wife are all in New York, and he is a dual citizen of Neon and the United States. He grew up and studied in the United States.

In fact, most of the important staff of the Special Service Bureau of the Tokyo District Police Department are Japanese-Americans and are dual nationals.

Except for some of the staff at the bottom who are locals, no matter what they do here, they can just leave and go back to the United States and continue to live their American lives.

This is one of the reasons why the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office is particularly domineering in Neon, and anyone dares to investigate and take action.

Because in Neon, apart from themselves, they are really not afraid of Neon people retaliating against their families or the like.

And if someone dares to target them, the nearly 40,000 US troops stationed in Japan will help them seek justice.

But after all, Mitsui Takaki is different from other Neon people, including those Zhengji animals.

This is Neon's top chaebol family, and to a certain extent even scarier than the one in the Imperial Palace. Therefore, when facing him, even if they have confidence and even if they are not Neon at all, Furukawa Ichihei and his colleagues are somewhat weak.

After chatting like this and drinking tea, half an hour passed.

To be honest, by this time, Furukawa Ichibei wanted to back down.

He didn't have the guts to really take Mitsui Takaki away before the outcome of the battle between people in heaven.

In contrast, Mitsui Takaki is much more calm.

Unfortunately, the satellite phone in front of him rang.

Mitsui Takaki immediately put down the tea cup in his hand, paused the conversation with Furukawa Ichibei about which neon lights were more suitable for summer escape, and immediately connected the satellite phone.

"Hello, Mr. Morgan, I am Mitsui Takaki."

"What did you say? Go with him? But, but...but you promised me!"

"I...you, I...hey...what choice can I make? Of course I can only believe you."

"I understand, let's do this first..."

Mitsui Takahi's face was livid, and his face became worse than ever.

He looked at Furukawa Ichibei, whose expression began to soothe, and then looked at the family members around him who all had bad expressions after the phone call.

Finally, Mitsui Takaki sighed, stood up silently, and said to Furukawa Ichibei and other staff of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office: "Let's go, Furukawa-san, let me go with you. I believe in the fair and strict District Prosecutor's Office." , you will definitely give me justice."

Furukawa Ichibei laughed happily, knowing that the battle between the heavenly figures was over.

And it was obvious that it was the heavenly beings on his side who won this battle.

He changed his gentle expression and said with a businesslike look: "As long as you don't break the law, Mitsui-san, then you'll be fine. But if you commit a crime, no one can save you."

Mitsui Takaki smiled bitterly with an ugly face, said a few words to his family, and then followed Furukawa Ichibei out expressionlessly.

During this period, some people from the Mitsui family wanted to step forward to stop him. Furukawa Ichibei and the others didn't even take action, and were told to retreat by Mitsui Takaki himself.

However, when he left the Mitsui family gate and came to the road outside, Mitsui Takahiro's face became even more ugly after all.

Because at the door of his house, a large group of guys with cameras and cameras appeared out of nowhere. At a glance, they knew they were reporters.

When they came up, they took pictures frantically at Furukawa Ichibei and Mitsui Takaki. Even if the Mitsui family members decisively stepped forward to stop them, they could not stop these people's operations.

Mitsui Takahi closed his eyes in pain, because he found a large number of blond and blue-eyed ghosts among the group of reporters.

That means that this matter cannot be eased at all, and he will be on the international news this time.

Before getting into the vehicle of the Special Service Bureau of the Tokyo District Police Office, Mitsui Takaki felt regretful.

But he knew that it was useless even if he regretted it. Because even if you choose Abel Smith, it is very likely that the scene in front of you will happen. The difference is that the ones taking action are replaced by another group of Americans.

After all, the final reason is still lack of sovereignty.

In a country without sovereignty, even those in high positions are no different from ordinary people when faced with this situation.

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Not to mention Neon, there was a huge public opinion storm caused by Mitsui Takaki's imprisonment.

The person who caused the neon super storm had already left Tokyo on August 10th.

This morning, China Imperial Capital Airport.

The "Smith" finally arrived for the first time in the capital of the most populous country in the world.

Not to mention the welcome and treatment I received at the airport, in short it was not much worse than what I received at the Neon Man.

In the afternoon, he checked into the hotel arranged for him.

It can be seen that they really value him here and arrange for him to live in Building 2. Because there is no Building 1 here, Building 2 is actually Building 1.

This place faces Central Lake to the west, cherry orchard to the south, and is adjacent to No. 18 Datong Building. The building has master suites, deluxe suites, and 27 ordinary and standard guest rooms.

This time they were all taken out for the use of Abel and his entourage, and more than 100 people moved in.

Looking at the ancient Chinese calligraphy characters that were specially accentuated with gold paint at the door of the building, Amanda Hurst looked at them curiously, and then discussed with Lydia in a low voice: "No matter how many times I look at them, I still think they are Classical text looks very artistic."

"I think so too." Lydia responded to her cousin softly.

When the two first set off from the United States, their relationship was not as good as it is now.

Even though their relationship was once very good, they had a falling out because of Abel's presence.

Finally this time at Neon, because Abel had been coveting the beauty of Mitsui Fuyuko and the others for a long time, so much so that they all felt left out.

In the face of the "foreign enemy", the two sisters finally put aside their prejudices and "shared the same hatred", and their relationship became much more relaxed than when they first left the United States.

At this time, the two of them were following Abel, looking at this antique building, while whispering about the ancient Chinese calligraphy that was everywhere around them.

Actually, it would be a lie to say that the two of them are interested in these things.

Not many serious Americans are interested in this kind of thing.

They were discussing so enthusiastically that their voices could even be heard by Abel in front of them.

In fact, as people around Abel, they knew very well that their men had an inexplicable affection for this country.

Even in many of his offices, there are "paintings" of Chinese classical characters, which are actually calligraphy plaques hanging here.

Their discussion of this was actually just an act to attract Abel's attention.

Of course Abel was listening, but he was a little disapproving of the beautiful calligraphy around them.

Because he has a strong talent in art, although he does not know calligraphy, he can still tell at a glance that the calligraphy fonts hung in Building 2 or simply engraved on them are very ordinary.

The question is, why do the Chinese people hang ordinary calligraphy fonts everywhere here, and even carve them on many ancient buildings?

The reason is simple, because most of the calligraphy inscriptions are signed by the same person. He was an emperor, and his reign title was Qianlong...

The original site of this hotel was expanded in the hands of this Chinese emperor. He liked this place very much, and after the expansion, he signed it everywhere.

There is also the tradition of being taboo for the venerable, and since it is a word left by the emperor, it is naturally preserved and can be found in many places.

But at this time, Abel was not in the mood to discuss with the two of them that these calligraphy were actually very vulgar.

Because the person responsible for entertaining them has not left yet, and is smiling next to Abel, communicating with him in fluent English.

The conversation was not about serious topics, but about the weather here.

"It's a little hot to come here now. It will be much better in October. I didn't expect you to come here early, Mr. Smith. It really surprised us."

"Wang, actually you can speak Chinese. I can speak Chinese, but I rarely speak it to people in the United States, and I feel a little unfamiliar with it. Maybe you can speak Chinese to me to help me practice my speaking."

Listening to Abel's Chinese with an obvious southern accent, the latter was obviously surprised. He thought he knew Chinese, but he didn't expect him to be so fluent.

He smiled and complied with Abel's request, replacing his fluent English with standard Chinese.

Most of the people from Abel have moved in, and their belongings and luggage have also been moved in.

After chatting for a while, the king said goodbye with a smile and left, saying that he would continue today's topic when he entertained Abel in the evening.