"It should be said that valuing one's personal reputation and status too much, even to the point of developing paranoia, is a common flaw among Japanese people."
Mingzhi coughed and took over.
This elite, who had studied in the United States and fully embraced Western ideas, launched a scathing attack on the entire country.
"People identify themselves as victims rather than perpetrators, thereby occupying a psychological moral high ground, as if they were forced to do so and do not need to take any responsibility."
"That's why they refuse to acknowledge history, ignore crimes they weren't committed but for which they bear responsibility, and go to great lengths to silence public opinion."
"For example, Nagasaki and Hiroshima..."
"Ah, well," Yoruichi Toyama, who was becoming increasingly terrified, quickly interrupted, "but President Schindler didn't kill Hiroki after all, right?"
Young master, it's great that you have this awareness. We admire you as a conscientious Japanese person.
But didn't you see that there's a Special Higher Police Department standing right next to them?
If he weren't currently undercover at the distillery and unable to oversee this operation, would you say he should arrest you or not?
The agent coughed and casually picked at his ear, as if to indicate that he hadn't heard anything.
"Yes, Hiroki ultimately committed suicide, didn't he?"
"However, President Schindler must have put pressure on him, and there might even have been routine emotional abuse."
"As guardians, these are also inescapable responsibilities."
Amuro Tooru said it in a rather conciliatory way.
At the same time, when no one was looking, he cast a fierce glance at Mingzhi.
As expected of an elite from the University of Tokyo, their opinions are exactly the same as those of leftists...
Mingzhi calmly pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a bright light.
I told you, come and arrest me if you dare, you dog spy...
Yoruichi Toyama had no choice but to stand between the two, feeling utterly exhausted.
Ancestors, you two, please stop fighting...
Listening to the conversation of the group, Tadahiro Mura suddenly realized something.
"No! You're saying that old Schindler drove my son to his death, yet he's not considered a murderer?"
"Do you have no sense of justice?!"
Okay, here comes another one.
Pressing down one gourd only to have another pop up.
Yoruichi Toyama suddenly felt that the scene was so familiar, as if she were resolving the petty squabbles of the elderly people in the community.
The main theme is that both sides have their own reasons for their arguments.
However, I'm very familiar with this kind of dispute!
It can be considered a home game.
Yoruichi Toyama roused himself and cleared his throat.
"Mr. Village, please don't rush. Let's analyze this slowly. The police will certainly not let go of the crimes that should be investigated, but they can't just impose fabricated charges on someone, right?"
"First of all, the local police must have investigated Hiroki's death in the United States. If there were any doubts, they would have pursued the matter at the time."
"Mr. Yuanshan is right!" President Schindler exclaimed as if he had grasped a lifeline.
"Mura, believe me, I would never intentionally drive Hiroki to his death. I considered him my own son!"
"Think about it, taking him to study in the US, getting him admitted to a prestigious university through a special admission process, starting graduate studies at only 10 years old, and developing computer software independently—I arranged all of this!"
"I've offered him such good conditions, how could I possibly want him to die..."
"You just see him as a cash cow!" Tadaaki interrupted him angrily.
“Yes, I admit that the education you provided for Hiroki, and the environment you created for him, are things I could never give him in my entire life. But that's only because you're a businessman; you prioritize the profits Hiroki brings you! You…”
“Please wait a moment, Mr. Tomura,” Yoruichi Toyama raised a hand to Tadahira Tomura, “In any case, President Schindler did provide Hiroki with a superior living and learning environment, is that alright?”
"Then what did your biological father give Hiroki?"
"If you don't want him to be exploited by capitalists at such a young age, why don't you fight for custody of him and raise him yourself?"
"Is it that you can't do it, or that you don't want to do it?"
It's strange, you entrust your child to someone else to raise, and then you blame them when the child dies. Why don't you raise the child yourself?
Because of Tadahiro Toyama's unexpected counterattack, Yoruichi Toyama suddenly recalled the vague sense of unease she had felt when watching the movie back then.
While President Schindler certainly has his problems, does that mean you, as his father, are a saint?
Ultimately, have you paid child support?
Cun Zhongbin was stunned by this sudden question, his mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.
When he was finally able to speak, his voice had become extremely dry and hoarse.
"Yes...it's because I'm not a good enough father...My job keeps me busy almost 24 hours a day, and I can't even find a single day a month to go home...Later, my wife took the children and divorced me..."
“I knew that President Schindler had taken a liking to Hiroki and wanted to send him to study in the United States. It was my ex-wife who told me about it. At that time, the formalities were almost completed.”
“I think Hiroki is too young and I don’t know if he can adapt to living alone overseas. But my ex-wife said that Hiroki has always been ostracized at school and he himself is very willing to change his environment.”
"That's how education is in Japan. Once the rules are set, no one can disobey them. Any hint of individuality will be suppressed... Hiroki is in poor health, but he has a talent for computer programming since childhood. However, his teachers at school say that he is eccentric and doesn't fit in, and his classmates don't play with him..."
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