Chapter 190: Not Taking Black Money for Investment

Two days later, Masayoshi Kishimoto received a phone call from Kazuhiko Inoue. The other party invited himself to have a drink in the Kiraku Premium Japanese Cuisine Pavilion.

Masayoshi Kishimoto didn’t think too much about it, it’s just that two men who have a good relationship haven’t seen each other for a long time, so drinking and chatting and such things are normal and not to be normal any more.

He promised, and walked into Inoue Kazuhiko’s luxurious private room on time. As soon as he walked in, not only did he see Inoue Kazuhiko, but he also saw other people he didn’t know.

Inoue Kazuhiko greeted him enthusiastically and took the initiative to introduce to the others, “This is the famous chairman of the Hard Gold Group, Kishimoto Masayoshi. I was able to earn a lot of money all thanks to him.”

Masayoshi Kishimoto walked in and sat cross-legged on top of the designated seat arranged by the other party. He exchanged a glance with the slightly chubby stranger sitting opposite him, and knew that he was not a good person.

The reason why he was so sure was that he had sensed everything from its stern and cold eyes. In his heart, he immediately thought that a meal would not be simple even if it was not a Hongmen Banquet.

“Just tell me what you’re looking for!” Masayoshi Kishimoto did not intend to wine and dine with them and opened the door.

The slightly chubby strange man sitting across from Masayoshi Kishimoto smiled a little and said, “You are indeed a refreshing person. I like dealing with refreshing people the most.”

As soon as his words fell, he clapped his hands and gave a sign. The lean and unfamiliar man who was originally sitting on his side immediately got up and opened all the money boxes placed inside the luxurious private room one by one.

“I’ll leave some of this money to you to make investments for me.” The chubby stranger said bluntly.

Masayoshi Kishimoto did not even glance at the cash. He could already tell that the other party was a jianghu member of the Dao. As for which club or group the other party was, he would neither take the initiative to ask what exactly, nor did he want to know. He knew what it meant for curiosity to kill the cat.

Kishimoto justice in the issue of right and wrong above has always maintained a clear head, also dare not in the wrong step said, “I do not do money laundering business.”

“I didn’t let you do money laundering for me, but let you do investment for me.” Slightly fat strange man is face without meticulous smile said.

“I don’t take black money for investment.” Justice Kishimoto knew that if he once opened his mouth, then in the future, he would constantly and endlessly go to deal with the problem of black money on behalf of these jianghu people.

If he had been in a period of primitive capital accumulation, he might have wavered. Now that he has completed the primitive accumulation of capital, he naturally does not see the money. He didn’t want to go through the muddy water path.

“Justice, you might want to think twice.” Inoue Kazuhiko sat to his left and sidled up for a good-natured reminder Dao.

“There’s nothing to think twice about. I still say the same thing, I don’t take black money for investments.” Masayoshi Kishimoto was righteous in his words.

The lean and strange man suddenly just used his right hand to pull out a pitch-black pistol from his waist and aimed it at Justice Kishimoto, coldly saying, “If you have the ability to say what you just said to me again.”

Masayoshi Kishimoto faced the blackened muzzle of the gun and calmly said, “Whether I’m asked to say it a thousand, or ten thousand times, it’s still the same sentence, I don’t take black money for investment.”

“Put the gun away. Don’t scare the guests we invited.” The slightly chubby strange man said in a fake manner.

“Do you really think I don’t dare to kill you?” The lean unfamiliar man suddenly snapped at Masayoshi Kishimoto while intentionally pulling the gun in front of the other party, thus indicating that the bullet was loaded Dao.

“Didn’t I already tell you? Put your gun away.” The slightly chubby stranger sternly reprimanded his subordinate, saying.

“And don’t the two of you sing one white face and one red face in front of me. I’ll say it for the last time, I don’t take black money for investment.

He should be your Wakatou (the leading figure in the triads second only to the group leader), right? If you kill me, you won’t last long. My head is insured for 100 million dollars.

If I die, any organization or individual who kills the murderer and the mastermind for me, as well as their families, can get this money.

I’m sure that not only you, but also your entire organization, and even your family, will be listed as the number one target by the international assassin organizations of all sizes.

Not only that, the black road, the white road, the gray road …… as long as there are people who want to get rich, there will be no shortage of people who want to take your life.

In time, I’m afraid that even within your organization there will have to be people who want your lives.” Masayoshi Kishimoto looked towards the slightly chubby, strange man sitting in front of him, and spoke forcefully, word for word, with no fear at all.

Being a man who had died once himself, death to him was nothing more than a matter of opening and closing his eyes, nothing more.

If he just did not know, will only be a hand inside the dead clutch chips, but suffer from loss, not dare to bet on the table above a bystander.

In fact, he has been making investments that require extraordinary courage and boldness. Furthermore, the fact that he was able to gather a group of capable people around him to look up to him was proof of his extraordinary talent.

“Are you really not afraid of death?” The slightly chubby strange man’s gaze was sharp, seemingly smiling.

“People die early and die late. What is the difference between dying decades earlier and decades later, above the essence? Just as you guys mix with the jianghu, you also have long had the realization of dying and dying in the streets.

I’m an investor, why not lick blood from the mouth of a knife, and survive among tigers and wolves? The only difference between us is that there is a war with smoke and a war without smoke.” Justice Kishimoto calmly said.

The slightly chubby stranger picked up the cup of sake in front of him and drank it straight up with a tilt of his head. He put down the empty cup on the tabletop and without saying anything else, stood up and headed towards the outside.

The lean and strange man who was the head of the wakizashi, after the boss walked out, instead of pulling out his gun again to carry out a killing, he called the wakizashi (group members) outside to come in and take away all the boxes containing the money.

Kazuhiko Inoue immediately did the Tochiazuma etiquette to Masayoshi Kishimoto and begged for forgiveness, “I’m really sorry. You have to believe me, there really was no malice, it was all good intentions.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he stood up on his knees. He fished out a folding Swiss Army knife from inside his pocket. Turning himself sideways, his right hand gripped the knife tightly, and his left hand’s little thumb was placed on top of the tabletop about to slice off a piece.

“OK. I’m not a yakuza, you don’t have to thank me in this way. Just this once, it won’t happen again.” Masayoshi Kishimoto grabbed his right wrist with a single reach and said in a serious manner.

Kazuhiko Inoue was slightly more at ease saying, “You’re really going to leave me alone?”

Masayoshi Kishimoto, mindful of his initial investment of 200 million yen, said firmly, “No matter.”