Chapter 45: The Fate of Sakura Kurumi
Imperial Hotel Tokyo, Executive Suite.
The bald old man was very puzzled as to how could someone actually use this to exchange for money.
It seems that this young man is indeed a member of the demon tribe from the four northern islands.
Only those who have escaped from poverty in remote areas are so short of money.
Unlike Onmyoji and Yaobu now, half of Japan’s conglomerates belong to them.
What is lacking are materials that cannot be bought with money.
But is this the realm that one would reach among the top few in the Ghost Department?
"This." The bald old man hesitated to speak.
"What? Not valuable?" Fang Zuo was stunned.
It's not worth the money, but it's not a big loss. It's a waste of time that I carried this disgusting thing for so long.
"No, no, you are joking," the bald old man shook his head quickly, "It takes time to count the amount of money, and it is difficult to mobilize so many US dollars in a short time."
Although there are many who are stronger than the fifth celestial being, these are the only native great monsters like these in Japan.
The value of the demon blood exchange is difficult to estimate in US dollars in a short period of time, and it requires a large number of accounting firms to calculate it.
Fang Zuo had an idea in his mind.
That is because the value is too great to be counted.
"That's easy. Is this hotel yours?" Fang Zuo asked.
"Private Marseille, guest," the bald old man smiled awkwardly.
"Don't talk, that's it." Fang Zuo nodded and looked around the room: "So the Mitsui Group is yours too."
The Mitsui Group is one of the largest conglomerates in Japan, and it has several listed companies in the Fortune Global 500.
The Japanese people all know that in the list of shareholders of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel, Mitsui Group is the largest one.
And the shares far exceed the others.
But what they don’t know is that the various other small shareholders are actually just members of the Mitsui Group.
"I'm too lazy to bargain with you." Fang Zuo put away the illusion, revealing a young face.
"I'm sure you can investigate my face. Put this hotel under my name and cover it up. I don't want anyone else to know."
"As for the remaining balance, please pay it in U.S. dollars. I will calculate it tomorrow and give it to you in full."
"Hi!" The bald old man nodded and said, "Regarding the handover of the hotel, I'm afraid we'll have to ask the guests to come tomorrow."
"Private Marseille, because the Tokyo Empire is a century-old famous building after all, and each renovation costs tens of billions of yen."
"Besides, these are where the upper class of Japan and diplomats from various countries stay, so the handover is a bit complicated and it takes some time to prepare various documents."
The bald old man explained the reason in detail, fearing that Fang Zuo would be unhappy.
"Okay." Fang Zuo nodded to show his understanding. With Japan's economy in such a severe downturn now, various financial groups are hoarding more US dollars, which is normal.
"Do you want that guy's demon soul and demon pill?" Fang Zuo asked again.
"Is it okay?" The demon blood frightened the bald old man. When he heard about demon souls and demon pills, his voice trembled: "Are you selling them? I'll have someone work overtime to calculate the price right away."
Demon souls and demon pills are much better than demon blood, as all the essence and origin are contained in them.
"I don't need money for this." Fang Zuo said.
Take out a piece of white paper and use simple lines to outline the back of a young person traveling.
One man, one sword, green shirt, long sleeves.
Floating like a fairy, free and unrestrained.
"Two things in exchange for information about this person." Fang Zuo handed over the white paper.
"Hey! I understand, sir. I will mobilize all my strength and inform you as soon as I have any news about this person." The bald old man took it carefully.
He didn't ask who this person was. He was not stupid.
A simple piece of white paper and a simple message can be exchanged for the demon soul and demon pill of the fifth-day man.
Is this something I can ask? "Legends, notes, or even simple records, as long as they are related to this person, they are all fine," Fang Zuo added.
"Hey! I understand." The bald old man carefully folded the paper and put it in his arms.
"Okay, I'm leaving now. Take your time playing games." Fang Zuo patted the bald old man on the shoulder and said, "You have some vision and can live longer. It's just that your gaming skills are a little low."
"Aligato, thank you for your compliment." The bald old man was extremely respectful.
It was already evening when Fang Ark walked out of the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.
Surprisingly, there was no traffic jam on the taxi today, and he returned to the villa quickly.
The lights were on in the villa's living room.
Dinner was prepared on the table, covered with a thermos.
Shiraishi Nagi sat on the sofa, watching the TV news lazily.
"You're back." Shiraishi Nagimitsu saw the door open and Fang Zuo walked in.
He stood up in surprise and went to meet him.
She had changed out of her daytime clothes and was wearing a large Pikachu T-shirt that reached almost to her knees, revealing only her fair calves and feet.
But even in the large size, the pair of huge fat things on its chest still made Pikachu's eyes squint.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu hooked her hands around Fang Zuo's neck, stood on tiptoes, put her face close to him, and offered her smooth little tongue.
Until he was almost suffocated, he left Fang Zuo contentedly and said happily:
"We can have dinner together."
Fang Zuo was stunned: "How did you know I would come back at this time?"
"We wait for you for a while every day, and only start when we are sure you won't come back." Shiraishi Nagimitsu knelt down gracefully.
As he spoke, he held up Fang Zuo's right leg with both hands and helped him take off his leather shoes.
After picking up the slippers next to him and changing into them, he picked up Fang Zuo's left leg, took off the other leather shoe and put on the slippers.
Then he placed the two leather shoes he had taken off neatly aside, stood up and called Oda Yui to come downstairs for dinner.
"Onii-chan." Oda Yui came down from upstairs skipping.
She also changed into pink pajamas, without wearing shoes, and her white bubble socks were piled on her calves.
She stopped halfway through the dance and stopped moving forward, opening her arms to motion Fang Zuo to come over and pick her up.
When Fang Zuo approached the stairs, Oda Yui jumped with all her might, threw herself into his arms, and was then carried around and spun around.
She hugged Fang Zuo's neck and giggled happily.
Fang Zuo put Oda Yui down, walked to the dining table and turned on the thermal cover.
Very rich.
Grilled eel, miso soup, vegetable salad, tuna rice.
"A big ta-ki-mas."
The mother and daughter put their hands together and started working.
Oda Yui is still the same as before, eating big mouthfuls with her cheeks puffed up.
While eating, he shouted 'Oh Ezekiel.'
On an elevated road near Tokyo.
The dim street lights have come on.
"I have already damaged the surveillance on this stretch of road. When the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department discovers your death but doesn't know the murderer, you can imagine how chaotic the whole of Tokyo will be."
Kumamoto Rikisaburo shook his neck with a grim smile and looked at Sakura Sora Kurumi who was lying on the ground.
It's like looking at a dead person.
"This place has been quiet for too long. We need chaos. Not only here, but the whole world."
"Let's start with you, the deputy captain of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard, Ms. Sakura Kurumi."
"Private Marseille, your fate is determined and no one can change it."
There is one more chapter. If it is not reviewed, it will be done soon. If it is reviewed, it will be done tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)
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