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Chapter 383 It's all a misunderstanding
Chapter 383 It's all a misunderstanding
In the evening, the Maybach slowly came to a stop in front of a mansion.
Bai Ze stepped out of the car and strode into the traditional-style gate, followed by a quiet procession.
He walked all the way to the main house and stopped at the door. A group of people sitting on the tatami mats inside the main house also looked over at the same time.
Among them were dissatisfaction, hidden schadenfreude, as well as worry and anger.
Bai Ze sensed the chaotic thoughts, like a large dye vat.
I have to say, it's a bit disgusting.
Bai Ze had long since adapted to the negative effects of perception, including the discomfort he had previously experienced due to his overly acute sense of smell. However, he had only recently acquired this mental perception, and it was proving somewhat difficult for him to adapt.
His gaze swept past the elderly, middle-aged and young people sitting on his left and right, and landed directly on a middle-aged man in the main seat who was wearing a kimono and whose face was somewhat similar to that of Shinichi Shimura.
Chairman Shimura Yu's eldest son, Shimura Hei.
"Third brother, where did you go?"
Shimura Heiji spoke aggressively, shifting his upper body slightly to emphasize his intimidating presence. "You went to the Ochiai Group headquarters, didn't you? Do you know that what you did violated the General Orders?"
Judging from the results, the situation should be good, because "Shin Shimura" is back.
This shows that the Ochiai group suffered a loss, but precisely because of this, Shimura Hei must suppress them.
Bai Ze stood at the door, and he could see right through Shimura Hei's thoughts and ideas, if not perfectly.
At a time like this, they're still resorting to suppression; no wonder they've been pushed to this point by the Ochiai-gumi.
However, upon closer reflection, it can be considered a commonality.
The more difficult the times, the less likely it is that people will unite as one; in most cases, the more disadvantaged one is, the more people will cause trouble.
In other words, it is precisely because of the inability to unite internally that the company suffers repeated losses externally.
"How about we just use a massive brainwashing technique?" Bai Ze suddenly had a strange idea.
He was too lazy to play mind games with these guys. In Dongxia, he needed to use his wits because he was not strong enough. Now that he was in the Fishpond Bureau, if he still had to use his wits, wouldn't that be a waste of his strength?
Thinking of this, Bai Ze decided to speak.
"Third Young Master."
An old man appeared like a ghost and said, "The master wants you to go over there."
The imposing atmosphere inside the main house suddenly froze, and Shimura Heiji's face also stiffened.
However, because of this, he escaped a terrible fate.
Seeing this, Bai Ze decided against using a simple and crude method and calmly called out, "Fujimoto."
The procession outside parted, and Fujimoto Masanobu, now dressed in a suit, slowly walked over. His fierce gaze swept over everyone present, making those inside the house feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Please forgive my rudeness.
Fujimoto Masanobu suddenly knelt down, prostrated himself, and performed the Japanese grand ceremony of dogeza.
"Please forgive the Ochiai Group for their previous rudeness and offense. I, Fujimoto Masanobu, am willing to pay any price for it."
As he spoke, Fujimoto Masanobu pressed his intact left hand to the ground, took out a dagger without changing his expression, cut off his little finger, placed it respectfully in front of him, and kowtowed to the ground again.
The situation, which was on the verge of erupting, suddenly shifted to the other extreme.
Shimura Hei stared in disbelief at the scene, feeling as if he were dreaming.
But the glaring blood and severed finger were not fake.
"So, all the previous conflicts were misunderstandings," Bai Ze said slowly. "There was no private feud, nor was there any violation of the General Orders. We get along well with the Ochiai Group, and the so-called conflicts are just rumors. I've finished speaking. Does anyone have any objections?"
The people seated on either side looked at each other without responding, but instead bowed their heads and said in unison, "Welcome, Young Master."
They knelt down without hesitation.
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Bai Ze initially did not intend to directly brainwash people, so he was prepared to deal with attacks from insiders of the Dongcheng Society.
The best course of action is to let Fujimoto Masanobu dismiss everything as a misunderstanding.
Simple and direct, yet showcasing strength, it perfectly suits the tastes of the Japanese yakuza.
Bai Ze was not surprised by the current situation, but why was the atmosphere of "the Grand Master has arrived" getting stronger and stronger?
Bai Ze glanced at everyone speechlessly, nodded aloofly, and turned to leave.
The gaunt old man opened the paper door, invited Bai Ze inside, and then silently closed the door, standing guard outside.
Upon entering, Bai Ze was immediately struck by a scene completely different from the Japanese-style exterior; it was entirely in the Eastern Xia style.
Wooden tables and chairs, and decorative landscape paintings.
An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a long robe, sat at the table. When he saw Bai Ze arrive, he waved enthusiastically and said, "Come, sit down. The dumplings are freshly cooked and still warm."
Yes, he was in good spirits, showing no signs of being bedridden as Zhang Huayang had described.
Although Bai Ze sensed that the old man was indeed old, showing signs of decline, it was likely due to suffering too much in his youth.
It was caused by multiple injuries.
While martial arts can extend lifespan, it doesn't mean that every martial artist can live to their theoretical lifespan limit.
In reality, this is something that most martial artists would find difficult to achieve.
All kinds of fighting and battles deplete one's lifespan, not to mention the potential for leaving behind hidden injuries that are difficult to heal.
Different cultivation methods have different effects on increasing lifespan. For example, a cultivation method with violent internal energy will have a weaker effect on prolonging life than a gentler one.
If you want to live to the theoretical limit of lifespan, the best way is to practice a kind of health-preserving exercise and never fight with others.
Although the old man in front of me is a seven-star martial artist, he is far from reaching the theoretical limit of his lifespan, but he really doesn't have many years left to live.
"senior."
Bai Ze obediently sat down opposite the old man and sighed, "The vice principal lied to me again."
Upon hearing this, the old man also showed a look of surprise, then laughed and scolded, "Old Zhang, I clearly claimed I was bedridden so I would have a reason to bring 'Shimura Shin' back, but I didn't expect him to lie to you. He wouldn't have said I was too ill to continue and urgently needed someone to take charge, would he?"
Upon hearing this, Bai Ze nodded silently without replying further.
After experiencing Zhang Huayang's deceptive tactics, Bai Ze is now much more wary of these old men.
Who knows if the old man in front of them is like Zhang Huayang, trying to fool the young man?
Someone who has been able to establish a foothold in Japan and build the foundation of the Tojo Clan for so many years without being discovered must be extraordinary.
Bai Ze would not easily trust his ability to sense thoughts.
"Haha, I'm sorry to have troubled you."
The old man laughed and said, "You still have to come all the way to Japan during the New Year. Come, have some dumplings. How about I keep you company for New Year's Eve tonight? I've been spending all these years alone, and it's lonely. This is the first time I've met someone to share a meal with."
As he spoke, he pushed a bowl full of dumplings in front of Bai Ze and said, "Here, eat it while it's hot."