After rebirth, I became Tokyo Sentimental

Chapter 50 50. Sometimes I wonder, how high is the position considered high?

Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, is where the Financial Services Agency of Japan, a direct department of the Cabinet Office, is located.

Financial Services Agency.

On the marble wall in front of the office building, there is a sign with aluminum silver English letters and the three Chinese characters "Financial Services Department" indicating the name of the institution.

Taira Masamori was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in a suit and tie, holding a glass of red wine. He looked at Tokyo Bay through the many high-rise buildings in Chiyoda Ward, shook the bottom of the red wine glass leisurely, and sighed slightly.

He is forty-five years old this year.

At this age, he should be considered in the prime of his career, but he knows that he can no longer make any progress.

His current position is assistant to the section chief.

At most, remove the word "assistant" before retirement.

In a workplace where power is always passed down through seniority and from father to son, Taira Masamori, as an ordinary person, is already satisfied that he can gain a foothold in Tokyo and even make it to the Financial Services Agency.

Although he was only an assistant to a section chief in a department under the Financial Services Agency's Supervisory Bureau, as a core department for maintaining national financial stability, he had power that ordinary people could hardly imagine even if his position was not high. At least among the so-called elite bankers, even branch managers had to be polite when meeting him.

And he had nothing to be dissatisfied with.

When the functions of the Financial Services Agency had not yet been separated from the Ministry of Finance to form an independent institution, he got this job with only a degree from a third-rate university like Kagoshima University, which was considered a benefit of the times.

In that era, money was not even called money.

Even if you eat and drink on public funds at night and stand on the roadside waving Fukuzawa Yukichi, there may not be a taxi to pick you up.

High-paying jobs are just a click away.

He vaguely remembered the scene when he first started working and was afraid to use the Ministry of Finance's reception funds to eat and drink lavishly. His boss scolded him and then threw a handful of bills as thick as bricks at his face, demanding that he spend all the money that day. Thinking of this, Taira Masamori couldn't help but sigh.

With the arrival of the financial crisis and countless people diving from rooftops without any safety measures, that dreamlike era of happiness was gone.

But it doesn't have much impact on me.

Because he is not in the banking business.

It is the Financial Services Agency that oversees banks.

I originally thought that this job was not very good, but after I was assigned to work in the newly established Financial Services Department, this job became extremely valuable.

After all, after the bubble economy burst, let alone a resume from a third-rate university, even if you were from the University of Tokyo or the University of Kyoto and wanted to work in the Financial Services Agency, you would have to screen a large number of people. Even so, there was still an endless stream of people pouring in, eager to get the job.

What is the use of learning?

Aside from being transmitted from mother to child, aren't power and wealth simply a matter of incredible luck?
What's more, how high is the rank of an official?

It's enough to get what you want!

"Boom boom boom——"

Just as he was lamenting the impermanence of life and at the same time feeling quite satisfied with his current situation, there was a knock on the closed door of his office, which suddenly brought him back to his senses.

After saying "Come in" in a bland tone, the door opened and a young woman in her thirties came in.

The young woman has her hair tied up, red lips, white teeth and a pretty face. The tight business suit shows off her curvy body. Her calves wrapped in black stockings under the skirt look very smooth. She has a capable temperament and a hint of charm.

"Section Chief..."

"Sayuri is here." Ping Zhengsheng's eyes lit up when he saw the person coming. He then pushed his glasses down on the bridge of his nose and walked back to his workstation with a smile, holding a glass of red wine.

As for her calling herself Section Chief...

Don’t treat the assistant to the section chief as someone other than the section chief!

Looking at the young woman who looked like a tender lotus, Ping Zhengsheng said with a smile: "Are you here to ask me for guidance on your work again today?"

"Hmm..." When his burning eyes swept over her, Sayuri Kotoko couldn't help but twist her legs and hesitated, "But before I give you instructions, I want to ask about my brother's job at the bank..."

"It has been resolved. I will report to you the day after tomorrow."

Ping Zhengsheng said lightly.

"Really?" Sayuri Kotoko couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise when she heard that and looked at him sitting on the chair.

"Don't you believe in my ability?"

"Of course I believe it!"

"Since you believe me, I won't say much. Let me guide you in your work."

Ping Zhengsheng was itching to talk more about what happened just now. He raised his hand and tapped twice on the desk in front of him, with a smile on his slightly wrinkled face: "Come, sit over here, and then you know what will happen."

Sayuri Kotoko walked up obediently, skillfully walked around the desk, and then bent down to repeat the past.

"Inverted!"

Ping Zhengsheng frowned and reminded.

Sayuri Kotoko's body trembled, then she stopped what she had done, turned around and faced the desk in front of Taira Masamori, intending to use another special way to please Taira Masamori.

Of course, this kind of work is quite tiring.

So Ping Zhengsheng would occasionally take a break during the intermission and take a sip of the red wine at hand.

Seafood with red wine.

This combination is also very good.

As for whether it is a problem to do this in the office...

He has worked all his life, busy day and night, and has worked for the people for more than 20 years. Doesn't he deserve to enjoy himself?
It was during this process that he thought of Shimizu Yuko, whom he had not been able to win over for so long, especially the last time she had humiliated him.

Thinking of this, Ping Zhengsheng couldn't help but feel a little angry. He spoke even harder and thought about how to plan further.

More than twenty minutes later, the young woman left here with a rosy face and legs clamped together, and Ping Zhengsheng also wiped his mouth with a tissue, and he finished his meal with satisfaction until the office door was knocked again.

"Boom boom boom——"

"Come in!"

"Section Chief Heimasho!"

"It's Watanabe." Taira Masamori threw the paper ball he had used to wipe his mouth into the trash can accurately. He frowned at the panicked young man in front of him and scolded him, "What happened? Why are you so flustered?"

"Yes." The young man quickly stood up and lowered his head.

"Why did you suddenly come to see me?" Ping Zhengsheng's expression eased slightly when he saw this, and he asked from the chair behind him.

"Section Chief, the local prosecutor's office just arrived and is now downstairs. Should we get ready?" The young man named Watanabe hurriedly began to explain.

"District prosecutors? Why are those mad dogs here?" Ping Zhengsheng pushed his glasses up, and frowned again when he heard these two words: "I guess someone is going to be arrested again? They won't move out easily..."

"Then let's..."

"Why are you panicking? It's not our turn to be nervous. You're the department head, and I'm the section chief. How could the local prosecutors come to arrest us? It's probably that something happened to the director or deputy director. What are you thinking?"

Looking at the timid subordinate in front of him, Ping Zhengsheng felt a little unhappy and opened his mouth to scold him again.

The Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office is a special department.

Especially the Special Investigation Department.

It is a special agency under the Prosecutor's Office in the Japanese judicial system, referred to as the Special Investigation Department. Its function is to investigate cases such as corruption, tax evasion and economic bribery by politicians.

It's called an investigation, but in reality, almost no one who was taken away by the Special Investigation Department of the District Prosecutor's Office ever came back.

Even if I come back in the end.

It's lucky to have no limbs.

However, the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office's Special Investigation Department was usually only dispatched to handle major cases, and Taira Masamori had not received any news before this, so he was 99% sure that he had nothing to do with it.

"You are right. I was nervous."

Watanabe opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, under pressure from his boss, he bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

He also felt that what Ping Zhengsheng said made sense.

After all, what he got was a drop in the bucket compared to what Assistant Section Chief Pingzheng got, but what Assistant Section Chief Pingzheng got was nothing compared to what the minister or even the director got.

After figuring out the key relationship, Taira Masamori relaxed. While he was thinking about which boss would fall, he acted like a senior and said earnestly, "Watanabe, I have always valued you, but as a senior, I still have to give you some advice."

"As officials of the Financial Services Department, especially those of us who are responsible for supervision and inspection, we must remain calm no matter what happens!"

"People who achieve great things, without exception, must have extraordinary determination. Don't believe everything you hear. Not to mention that it is almost impossible for us to be targeted by the local prosecutors in our position. Even if they were targeted, even if they were standing right in front of me, I wouldn't even move!"

Ping Zhengsheng's words were righteous and he sat upright in his office chair like a mountain, with an extremely imposing aura.

Watanabe couldn't help but admire him.

As a close subordinate of the boss, although he knew that the other party had some unspeakable means, he still had a lot to learn from experience in terms of how to behave and remain calm in the face of difficulties.

"boom!"

Just as Watanabe was feeling admiration and was about to subconsciously say a few compliments as usual, the office door that was originally closed was suddenly forced open.

So he turned his head towards the sound and saw four or five men with sharp momentum coming in one after another.

These people all had their work badges pinned to their chests.

And it seems to be different from that of the Financial Services Agency.

The middle-aged man in the lead walked quickly to the front of the desk and stood still. He looked seriously at Ping Zhengsheng, who was completely stunned. He took out a piece of cardboard with a photo printed on it from the briefcase in his left hand and unfolded it.

"I'm Shunsuke Maruyama, a prosecutor in the Special Investigation Division of the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office. We suspect you of committing a duty-related crime and need you to come back with us for an investigation."

"This is a warrant for your arrest."

"..."

Ping Zhengsheng opened his mouth slightly, looking at the arrest warrant in front of him, his brain froze. Before he could react what was happening, he saw from the corner of his eye that two young men next to the guy showing the arrest warrant lifted him up on the left and right.

His whole body froze.

There was not even the slightest physical reaction.

This resulted in the two young men having to work particularly hard to hold up Ping Zhengsheng's body after handcuffing him.

When Jiro Watanabe, who was standing there in a daze, felt the sharp gaze of the middle-aged man who led the Special Investigation Department of the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office sweeping towards him, he came to his senses instantly, and his entire back was wet with cold sweat.

But fortunately, it seems to be none of my business.

It was not until Taira Masamori was dragged away by two people like a dead pig that the others ignored Watanabe Jiro who was redundant in the office, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Ping Zhengsheng, whose legs were dragging on the floor in the corridor, he seemed to have turned into a vegetable in an instant.

Jiro Watanabe couldn't help but sigh.

You really didn't move at all!

(End of this chapter)