Daijiro Iwata, a white-haired old man with a thin body, sits in a wheelchair with one of his legs in a cast.

"My dear nephew Fujiwara, your uncle has been looking forward to your arrival. I heard the tragic news about your father and mother some time ago, and I wanted to rush to attend the funeral. But unfortunately, I was in an accident and injured my leg. I was unable to move out of bed for several days, and even today I can only get around in a wheelchair."

"Uncle Iwata, you're so polite! I've received your kindness, and I'm very grateful for your invitation tonight!"

"My dear nephew, I heard that there have been some minor disturbances within your company due to the passing of Mr. Fujiwara. If you need any help from your uncle, please feel free to ask. I can come to your company and help you deal with those disobedient guys."

Fujiwara was taken aback when he heard Iwata Daijiro say this. It seemed that the unexpected death of his parents had allowed some malicious individuals to so brazenly interfere in the internal affairs of the Fujiwara Group right in front of him. Although Fujiwara thought this in his heart, he still maintained a smile on his face and replied.

"Thank you for your concern, uncle. I can handle these minor matters myself! They are just some clowns, so please don't bother with me. The Fujiwara family has been able to stand for so many years. If they couldn't handle such a small matter, they would have been lost in the wheel of history long ago."

Having said this, he couldn't help but pause, and then spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"Anyone who dares to cause trouble with the Fujiwara Group will be met with generous rewards from the Fujiwara family!!"

Hearing Fujiwara Hiroshi's bold declaration, Iwata Daijiro realized that he had underestimated Fujiwara Hiroshi. He had originally thought that Fujiwara Hiroshi was just a young man who could be easily controlled and that he could steal a large amount of the Fujiwara Group's liquid funds and fixed assets, enough to deal with the financial crisis facing Iwata Corporation.

hateful!

Iwata Daijiro cursed inwardly. He already wanted to hang Fujiwara up and whip him like crazy. But he still smiled and greeted Fujiwara Hiroshi.

"A tiger father will have a dog son! Seeing your courage, my dear nephew Fujiwara, I believe that Fujiwara's spirit in heaven would be very pleased! My dear nephew, please rest in the venue first. I still have things to take care of, so I'll excuse you for now!"

"Uncle Iwata, just focus on your own business! Don't worry about my nephew!"

Daijiro Iwata nodded, pushed his wheelchair and left!

At this time, Ozaki also leaned close to Fujiwara Hiroshi's ear.

"Master, it seems that since the master suddenly left, the presidents of these consortiums have set their sights on the Fujiwara Group and are ready to take a bite out of it at any time!"

"Haha! They underestimate me too much. If they really dare to step out of line, I don't mind chopping off their claws!" Fujiwara Hiroshi shook the red wine in his hand, and then drank it all!

"Tell Endo to keep a close eye on these guys who are ready to make a move. If anyone dares to make a move, report directly to me!"

Individually, these guys, with the exception of the Suzuki Group, are no match for the Fujiwara Group. However, if they join forces, they can indeed have a significant impact on the Fujiwara Group.

But who is Fujiwara Hiroshi?! Not to mention these businessmen, even the US Special Operations Team was defeated by him. In the end, they had to rely on a closed environment and bombs to eliminate him. If he had room to move around outside, even with bombs, he would have been able to escape safely. If they really were shameless enough to pull this off, Fujiwara Hiroshi wouldn't mind giving these old guys a physical exorcism and becoming the top seller in the underworld!

Come to think of it, there's no other specialty in Beika Town, only Crazy Pi! It seems you don't even need to do it yourself. With a little guidance, the Crazy Pi will directly take action to deliver a gift package to the underworld to these ignorant guys, and pick them up and deliver them on the road to the underworld!

"I'll go around on my own. You don't have to follow me."

After saying that, Fujiwara walked towards the edge of the venue. He really didn't like this boring banquet. All he met were people like Iwata Daijiro, who seemed polite on the surface, but actually were thinking about how to kill him every day!

Hey, I feel tired!

Just as Fujiwara Hiroshi was wandering around bored, a short and fat middle-aged man came in front of Fujiwara Hiroshi.

"Hello, Fujiwara-san. My name is Yamazaki Akiji, general manager of the Yaling Bank, and I'm a friend of your father's."

"Hello, Mr. Yamazaki, what can I do for you?"

"It's like this. Before your father got into trouble, he had a 1000 billion yen bridge fund in our bank. At that time, your father was short of money and time was urgent. Since the conventional procedures were cumbersome, and your father and I have known each other for 20 years, I used my position as the general manager of Baling Bank to transfer the funds to your father's company account. He also signed the IOU in person to facilitate the subsequent completion of the formalities." Yamazaki Akiji took out a handwritten IOU and handed it to Fujiwara Hiroshi.

"No one could have imagined something like this would happen to your parents the very next day. Because of this, the subsequent procedures for the bridge financing haven't been completed yet. It's been over a month now, and I'm really running out of steam. If your consortium has secured sufficient funds, how about you settle the 1000 billion yen and the interest on the bridge financing?"

Good fellow! Fujiwara Hiroshi exclaimed, "Good fellow!" Another one, one after another, really took Fujiwara Hiroshi for a fool, didn't they?!

Fujiwara Hiroshi looked at the IOU in his hand, read it carefully for a while, then raised his head and said with a smile.

"Manager Yamazaki, may I introduce myself? Besides being the heir to the Fujiwara family, I'm also a law student enrolled in a bachelor's, master's, and doctoral program at Touto University's Faculty of Law. Forging someone else's signature, particularly when dealing with a large sum of money, is a serious economic crime. This IOU alone is enough to ensure you a brand new life with adequate financial support."

"Secondly, are you really treating me like a clueless kid? With such a large sum of money being transferred across the bridge, it's bound to arrive, and there will be transfer records. Don't tell me it's cash. One billion yen would require a large suitcase, and 10 billion yen would require 1000 suitcases. My father wouldn't be carrying 100 suitcases around, would he? Besides, it's okay for you to transfer money in a short period of time, but it's hard for your Baling Bank to transfer so much cash at once. Even the Suzuki Group can't come up with so much cash in such a short time. Wouldn't it take at least three days to transfer it from banks everywhere? What do you think, Manager Yamazaki?"

Yamazaki Akiji was already sweating profusely at this point, and he took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead. While Fujiwara Hiroshi wasn't paying attention, he snatched back the IOU.

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