Chapter 5 With crooked roots and a blackened lineage, let's take it a step further! ...
Zhu Fujingguang looked at the phone, which had been fiddling around non-stop, with an unfriendly expression. Now it was as quiet as a chicken, as if the haunting noises of the past few days hadn't been caused by it.
He stared at it for a long time, but managed to resist the urge to smash his phone.
Besides, he actually knew in his heart that this HR person—no, Mr. Akita—was wary of him not really because of the Shoe Cult or anything like that, but because of that "Rum." He was just unlucky enough to have been caught in the middle of internal strife within the organization.
Although the initial probe went somewhat poorly, some hard-to-get information was still gleaned. It's clear from Mr. Akita's words that the organization isn't a monolithic entity. It's obvious that Rum is targeting Melo, or rather, eager to find fault with someone else; otherwise, Akita, as a subordinate, wouldn't have reminded his superior, Melo, about such a trivial matter as recruiting a new member.
After looking around the building, Zhu Fujingguang continued to pretend to be listening to music with headphones on, waiting for the next "interviewer".
If infiltrating the organization directly is not an option for the time being, then we'll have to try other approaches.
However, he doesn't know much about the organization and can't interfere in the love and hate affairs of those senior members. All he can do now is increase his own bargaining power and... get rid of this inexplicable "shoe cult member" label as soon as possible!
Perhaps he needs to make another trip to that drug center to buy some more information from that professor's assistant named Okuno, or perhaps...
"Buzz—"
Um?
What are they doing now?
A new ringing mode appeared again. Morofushi Hiromitsu took off the earpiece he was using to eavesdrop and opened the anti-fraud app.
He glanced at the time.
11:08
There are 23 minutes left before the "interview".
He then opened the app, and a new push notification appeared as soon as he entered the page:
[Scam Exposed: The rampant gray supply chain is rife with vulgar information!]
He sat up a little straighter. Although he still had matters to attend to regarding the organization, he wanted to gather as much intelligence as possible, in case it came in handy sometime.
As usual, he carefully read through the post. The main point was that some illegal drug suppliers trade through these clandestine channels, and it also explained that these suppliers lure men into making more purchases by selling adult films and magazines that men find irresistible…
Um?
He suddenly realized that the content looked somewhat familiar. At the same time, he noticed that the "Report" button at the bottom of the article had been changed to an unclickable "Report Feedback".
He seemed to understand something, so he went back to the post and copied down all the addresses and names (or pseudonyms) mentioned in the article.
The more he copied, the more certain he became that at least two pieces of information were related to the people the APP administrator had asked him to report in the past few days.
Leaving aside the name whose authenticity is unknown, it is almost certain that one of the addresses involved is the illegal shop he previously reported.
As Moribu Kagemitsu looked at the report on his phone, an idea gradually formed in his mind.
He glanced casually at the hidden cameras installed inside the building, put on a mask, and made a call to Mr. Okuno, the pharmaceutical center he had previously dealt with. He planned to sell this information to strengthen their connection and business relationship.
"Hello, this is Okuno, may I ask...?"
Mr. Okuno's voice still sounded a little groggy, probably because he had stayed up late again the night before and it was almost noon and he still hadn't managed to get up.
"The warehouse in the suburbs of Aomori is about to be seized by the police."
Morofushi Kagemitsu bluntly relayed the information. He wasn't quite sure how far ahead this kind of prophecy would be sent, so he simply didn't give him a time limit.
"……etc."
Mr. Okuno seemed to be truly awakened by this news; the sound of fabric rubbing and footsteps could be heard from the other end of the receiver.
He didn't have to wait long before he heard Mr. Okuno ask again, his voice deliberately lowered: "Can you confirm this? From which source did you get this information?"
Of course, Morofushi Kagemitsu wouldn't tell the truth. He avoided those two questions and only said, "The cops have a lot of information. You may have escaped this time, but you won't escape the next cleanup."
“Hey! You…” Mr. Okuno was getting impatient as he couldn’t control the pace of the conversation.
"If you want to back out, you'll have to pay a price." Morofushi Kagemitsu began writing an email, his nonchalant tone making it impossible to believe he was threatening his trading partner. "Including this information, you'll give me a satisfactory price, right?"
Mr. Okuno's breathing suddenly became rapid, but he quickly let out a trembling sigh and agreed to the deal, or rather, he simply didn't have the courage to renege on it:
"……I see."
"Great, I'll send the request to your email in five minutes."
Morofushi Kagemitsu took off his mask and continued writing emails. His gentle and steady voice put a lot of psychological pressure on Mr. Okuno. Before the other party could react and try to negotiate the price, he hung up the phone.
He silently read through the emails; these were for his contact person. There were two more, one for Mr. Okuno and the other for the yakuza boss, which he quickly finished writing as well. With these completed, the arrangements for remote online communication were essentially finished.
Just as he closed his notebook, he heard footsteps behind him.
11:30
Yes, now it's time for his "interview".
"Mr. Asakawa, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
The visitor spoke very politely. When Morofushi Kagemitsu turned to look at him, he paid special attention to some details and found that this person was more like an ordinary office worker than someone like Mr. Akita who was involved in secret operations.
He replied calmly, "Yes, I am Asakawa Sora. You must be Mr. Akita?"
"Ah, I'm sorry. Mr. Akita is in a temporary meeting, so I've asked him to conduct today's interview." The man looked apologetic and introduced himself, "I'm Kawamoto. Please feel free to tell me anything; I'll take full responsibility for the transaction."
Sure enough, they chose to postpone contact with us.
But it doesn't matter, they'll regret it soon.
The two sat facing each other, exchanging pleasantries. Morofushi Kagemitsu simply mentioned, "There might be a big business deal to discuss," and after receiving a polite reply, he didn't press the matter further.
He looked at the small bar set up at the end of the corridor in the entertainment area and thought that it might be more suitable for the red-light district, so that the customers who went up to the second floor could relax more.
"207, the Golden Suite."
That night, Morofushi Kagemitsu arrived at the bar and, guided by the security guard on the second floor, met with Kuroki, the head of the local yakuza gang.
People who frequent the underworld have a certain aura. This Brother Kuroki, with his shiny bald head, beckoned after Morofushi Kagemitsu sat down, and several sexy and beautiful women swarmed around him, coiling around him like beautiful snakes.
This kind of hospitality made Morofushi Kagemitsu very uncomfortable. Before he could figure out what had happened to cause this older brother to misunderstand him, he saw several large stacks of magazines under the long glass table in front of him.
When he saw the cover clearly, he fell silent.
The bald man winked at him, looking like a kindred spirit, as if to say: "Brother, I saw it a few days ago~ There's no need to pretend in front of me, we're all men, we understand~!"
Zhu Fujingguang: ...
He felt that he had been silent more often in the past few days than in the first half of his life.
If he didn't still want to discuss business, he really would have liked to work harder to restore his reputation and clear his name.
I'm really not that kind of person!
A note from the author:
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Morofushi Kagemitsu: He didn't die; this was a necessary sacrifice. ⊙﹏⊙
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