Ning Zhiheng glanced at Hirao Daichi, who was sitting opposite him, and asked softly, "Tell me, it seems that Hirao-kun's recent experiences haven't been very smooth!"
Upon hearing Ning Zhiheng's question, Hirao Daichi said excitedly, "Mr. Fujiwara, please help me through this difficult time. I can only beg you this time!"
His expression was helpless and flustered as he recounted his situation. It turned out that Hirao Daichi had been inquiring about Kuroki Yueyi in the occupied area as instructed by Ning Zhiheng, but had not found anything.
Later, after Ning Zhiheng left the occupied area, he tried to find him at the address Ning Zhiheng had left behind, but he was too late and regretted missing the opportunity.
He continued to work as a broker in the occupied territories, connecting merchants and earning commissions by introducing them to buy and sell.
But just a month ago, he introduced a cloth deal to two merchants. However, the seller disappeared after receiving the deposit, so the buyer came to Hirao Daichi because he was the one who introduced the deal.
Hirao Daichi was also dumbfounded. This seller had successfully completed several transactions with him before and was a reliable old client. Now, this kind of thing had happened, and the company was deserted. This situation was very rare in the Japanese business world.
As a result, Hirao Daichi's reputation in the brokerage business was ruined. Not only did no one ask him to introduce business, but the buyer also kept pestering him to get back the 20% deposit.
In the end, Hirao Daichi was chased and forced to hide. The people he met in Shanghai were all based on mutual benefit, and once he fell on hard times, no one was willing to lend a helping hand.
In desperation, he thought of Fujiwara no Tomohito, a nobleman. After all, he had helped him before, and he hoped that Fujiwara no Tomohito would remember him, a nobody. As long as Fujiwara no Tomohito was willing to help, this little thing was no problem!
Hirao Daichi knew the address of Ning Zhiheng's villa in Shanghai. Since he had the address, he would have to return to Shanghai sooner or later. So he hid in a rented house nearby and came to check on the villa every day, hoping that Mr. Fujiwara would return soon so that he could ask him for help and get out of his predicament.
"Mr. Fujiwara, the president of Kono Company is looking for me everywhere. He thinks I colluded with the seller to cheat him out of his money, but I really didn't! And I really can't afford to pay him that much money. I'm desperate. Please, you must help me!" Hirao Daichi pleaded, bowing his head.
Ning Zhiheng frowned. He wasn't some kind of pushover who would lend a helping hand to anyone who came to him for help. He didn't have time to meddle in such trivial matters, especially since it was just a middleman he had met a few times.
"Hirao-kun, let me ask you first, have you found Mr. Kuroki Takeichi, whom I asked you to find during this time?" Ning Zhiheng asked coldly.
Hirao Daichi quickly replied, "I'm so sorry, I've searched all over Shanghai but haven't been able to find Mr. Kuroki's whereabouts. I know Mr. Kuroki is a famous scholar, and I even went to the Mulan Academy to inquire many times, but they all said that Mr. Kuroki has not returned to Shanghai."
"Mulan Academy?" Ning Zhiheng asked in confusion.
“Yes, the Muran Academy is a gathering place where some scholars and writers like to hang out. It is said to have been founded by some immigrant scholars a few months ago after the war. I thought there might be news of Mr. Kuroki there, so I went to inquire several times. Some of them know Mr. Kuroki, but none of them have heard any recent news about him. I am still keeping an eye on this matter, and I will report to you as soon as I have any news!” Hirao Daichi explained carefully. At this moment, he was very anxious and wanted to prove his ability and show that he was still of use to Mr. Fujiwara!
Ning Zhiheng nodded, then said calmly, "Hirao-kun, I'm neither a judge nor a police officer, and I have absolutely no interest in your economic dispute. It seems I can't help you with this!"
After saying that, he stood up and instructed Yi Hua'an outside the door, "Akagi, see Hirao-kun out for me!"
Yi Hua'an agreed and stepped into the room, gesturing for Hirao Daichi to enter.
"No, Mr. Fujiwara! Please, for the sake of my service to you, you must help me. President Kono has already reported me to the police on charges of commercial fraud. They have been looking for me these past few days. Once they find me, they will deport me back to Japan to be punished. Then I will have nothing left. Please, you must save me!"
When Hirao Daichi saw Ning Zhiheng's indifferent expression, he immediately became anxious. He quickly bent his knees and knelt down in the middle of the living room, with his hands on the ground and his forehead pressed to the ground, pleading incessantly!
This was his only chance, and he was terrified that the police would send him back to China and into that cold prison.
He was now penniless and jobless in Japan, without even a place to live. The savings he had painstakingly accumulated in Shanghai over the years would be confiscated. Unless he fled Shanghai, but in this foreign land, surrounded by hostile eyes towards the Japanese, where could he possibly escape to?
Yi Hua'an glanced at Ning Zhiheng and found that he still looked indifferent and did not agree to Hirao Daichi's request. So he stepped forward and lifted Hirao Daichi's body up, trying to carry him out.
But Hirao Daichi struggled and refused, pleading repeatedly, "Mr. Fujiwara, please help me! If you save me, I will do my best to serve you in the future. I will do anything for you. I really have no other way out. Please!"
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