Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

"Here it comes... Shit, it's back again, fourteen o'clock."

"Oh, don't worry, doctor. Nav, give me another one... 18 o'clock! I hope so much!"

"Panther is right, we shouldn't rush it... Hey, it seems like it's coming again. Ouch, it exploded."

"Joker, drink some water x3!"

That's right, thanks to the rich experience of cyber veteran Sanhui Baihe in machine aiming combat in the Sinai Desert, the four geniuses took only half an hour to break the thick hemp rope tied to the anchor, and a medium-sized sailboat soon drifted in the ocean.

But there was a reason why these four divine men were now playing blackjack over a wooden barrel used to hold fresh water.

The main reason was that Kashiwa Sanhui did not take into account that the wind direction in the palace was not constant, so at the beginning they watched the small boat drifting at the dock for a long time.

If Mona were here, the Persona could use some of its wind power to pull the boat over, but now everyone can only sigh in despair.

Then, bored Takamaki An took out a deck of cards from somewhere, and Kashiwa Sanhui, who was strolling around, found a bucket of relatively fresh water.

Hit it off immediately!

Now that things have come to this, let’s play cards.

……

"Oh, you're that really cute little girl, I remember you!"

Ryuji, with a nervous look on his face, and Mona, with a sickly cat-like face, stood behind Xiangzi who was negotiating with the security guard, and they couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

I was clearly told to be careful and not be seen, but Xiangzi, this young and foolish man, actually walked directly into the security room and greeted the uncle openly?

They are paid, how could they let you in?

"Good evening, uncle. I'm here to get some things that Mr. Ke left here. They're very important!"

Looking at Xiangzi's serious expression, the security guard felt a little nervous.

Although I know that this cute blue-haired girl is not a bad person, but theoretically no one except internal personnel can be allowed in during this period of time. I have to do my job after receiving the salary.

But this little girl said she left something here...

"Little girl, could you please tell me what Mr. Ke left here?"

The security guard asked gently, although his Osaka accent was a bit unpleasant and his whole words and actions seemed a bit exaggerated.

"Private seal!"

This thing is indeed very important. If someone uses it to steal it, whether it is used to obtain small loans from the private sector or to take out a private loan from a bank, it is something that no one can afford.

"...Well, I'll go with you guys to look for it. I'll kick you out in about fifteen minutes. And then, regardless of whether you find it or not, you'll all leave."

"Please understand me a little bit. It's very important to be conscientious at work!"

"Thank you! Long Si, go and look for that place first."

Xiangzi bowed very respectfully to the security guard, which made the latter a little flattered and he laughed and scratched his head.

Then he used his eyes to signal Ryuji and Mona on Ryuji's shoulders to move quickly, and even pointed in a direction with his lips.

West building, top floor.

"Did Mr. Ke say where he couldn't find it? If you need the key, I can get it from you. But if it's an important department, I need to inform you."

……

"...That's about it, Mr. Koyama. So, what's your opinion..."

With an indifferent expression, Sanji Gashuin sat in the lounge listening to the phone. The press conference he had specially convened had already started for a while, but it was not yet time for him, the new tax department supervisor, to appear.

He is no longer an acting official. I didn't expect that the old man had already signed the letter of appointment with his own name on it. He still has some sense of current affairs. In view of this, let's extend his ventilator for another week before stopping it.

I still need the old guy's secretary to prepare me for a while. This is the last time I will use the old guy's energy. After using it, I will kick him away and replace him with my own people. I can do well without the old guy's help.

The old man’s office... is full of evidence of people who were brought down by the old man. Let them find it. It’s better to expose it. It will make their position more secure. It doesn’t matter even if they burn it down.

"Let them find it. Come to the TV station's news department and bring some food. I want it spicy."

Recently, I seem to like spicy food more and more. Only the stimulation of the taste buds can temporarily suppress my endless excitement.

In the past, when I ate at home, I had to worry about the taste of the food, but now I can eat whatever I want!

"Eh...but they..."

"Don't say but, you have half an hour. If you can't do it, get out of here on your own initiative!"

"Hey... I'll be there soon!"

After hanging up the phone, a playful yet scary smile appeared on my fat-packed face.

Just kidding, even if I do it you'll still have to get out.

Who made you the old man's man?

Who told you to call me "Xiaoshanji"?

Seeing that it was almost time, I bent down and leaned forward to reach the door handle, then walked sideways into the press conference and sat in the most central position in front of countless cameras.

That's it, I did what the old guys always do!

"Good evening everyone, I am the new Director General of the Tokyo Tax Office, Yamayoshi Gashuin."

"I am deeply saddened by the loss of my father, a model bureaucrat who diligently served the people and His Majesty the Emperor for nearly eighty years. This is a loss not only for my department but for all the people."

He didn't show the expected grief. In fact, my expression hadn't changed much. It was just a bunch of flesh squeezed together, with some tiny tectonic shifts in his facial features.

"But we must still look forward. Having learned from my father's political wisdom over the past 30 years, I must now carry on his legacy. Not only must I pass on this spirit of benefiting the country and the people, but I must also innovate so that our citizens can enjoy more accessible tax services!"

"Any reporter who wants to ask questions may start asking now."

That’s it, that’s it!

Countless flashes are focused on me, and my face is displayed on the televisions of thousands of households through wireless networks. I would like to ask all my journalist friends to help tell everyone - you are about to change your master!

"I'm the monastery's director. Could you please tell us a little bit about your first reform plan after taking office?"

My monastery supervisor... a man who knows how to handle the situation, should have someone sign her over to the tax office specifically for my interview... She's a pretty young lady, a rising star...

"Thank you for the question, young lady. We are already fully committed to implementing the reform plan, so it's okay to share some of it with you."

I asked the assistant beside me to give me a sip of water, coughed twice to clear my throat, and continued:

"As we all know, the recent economic development has been somewhat slow due to various reasons, causing a lot of trouble for our people's lives."

"So, I've decided to implement a series of government policies to return some of the jobs that should have gone to our citizens to our own country. Those foreign plunderers should go back home!"

"Not only that, time is running out. We should leave tomorrow... or even better, tonight!"

For a moment, there was silence in the venue.

The reporter who was asked the question's eyes lit up when he heard such an explosive speech, and he even thought of the headline for tomorrow morning's news.

Tokyo's new tax chief plans to kick out all foreigners...

Just like what people in the industry say, this guy is a complete idiot! This was a broadcast malfunction, yet he didn't even cut off the live stream and kick the person out!

"Next person!"

"Hello, Mr. Chief Supervisor, I'd like to ask you about your upcoming investigation by the Procuratorate into your previous actions, colluding with numerous banks to forge official documents and extort private businesspeople. Do you have anything to say?"

...Sae Niijima, that extremely difficult woman, that top lawyer from the lousy law firm who always gets in his way!

But he couldn't do anything about her. Bureaucrats and lawyers were two completely different professions. This bitch was a former prosecutor, and she had great influence in both the underworld and the white world.

"...The innocent will be innocent, and the turbid will be turbid. This supervisor is not afraid of any accusation against me. As long as you have evidence, you can arrest me at any time!"

One of the few skills I have completely learned from the old guy is to get things done cleanly. It is my turn to turn myself in, and you incompetent guys have no right to investigate me!

"Really? Then, what about these frequently revised documents and this secret letter to you?"

A thick stack of documents suddenly appeared in the hands of the capable gray-haired woman, most likely with Mr. Yamayoshi Masaru's seal on them.

As for the secret letter... it was a piece of cheap note paper with very sloppy handwriting, as if the author was afraid that his handwriting would be recognized.

There were a few big words written on it: Do you want Ginza? The bank manager said it’s not enough, please double it, I want an extra half.

My eyes, which were not big to begin with, suddenly opened wide, and I stared angrily at the secretary beside me who had an indifferent expression.

It was... the note that suddenly appeared in my clothes this morning!

I had clearly thrown it away, when did this guy take it away and give it to this bastard woman...

The old guy is still making things difficult for himself...

"...There's no way to prove it's mine, right? Can you provide some substantive evidence? If not, this press conference is over. See you next time."

Niijima Sae laughed disdainfully, turned around and left the scene without saying anything.

As expected... he is a fool. Old Master Sanjizheng has been a shrewd and scheming man his whole life, how could he have taught such a waste.