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That's why he would seek cooperation with the mysterious "young lady" "Toyokawa Shoko" at all costs.

only...

He never expected that the other party's appetite would be so big!

"Ms. Toyokawa..."

Yamamoto Ryuichi's face looked a little ugly.

He suppressed his dissatisfaction and tried to make his tone sound calmer:

"We have already promised you almost all the expected profits from the success of this plan. If that's not enough..."

The implication behind his words was clear. The Yamamoto family had already shown their utmost sincerity.

If the other party is still not satisfied, then there is probably no need to continue discussing this so-called "cooperation".

This is no longer "cooperation", it is simply taking advantage of the situation.

Kujo Renji didn't seem to notice the forbearance and dissatisfaction in Yamamoto Ryuichi's tone.

He just tilted his head slightly, and an unfathomable smile flashed across his amber eyes. He said in a nonchalant tone:

"It's very simple."

"Since this small 'resource' is not enough for us to share."

"So..."

He leaned forward slightly, and his eyes, which had a lazy smile on them, now flashed with a heart-pounding, aggressive light.

An invisible, suffocating feeling of oppression instantly spread from his seemingly slender and weak body, like the bloody mouth of a giant beast, ready to devour everything in front of it!

"Wouldn't it be better if we just expanded the 'plan' a little bit?"

When Yamamoto Ryuichi heard this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat! An ominous premonition instantly surged into his heart.

"Expansion plans?"

He repeated it subconsciously, with a hint of subtle surprise in his voice.

The corners of Kujo Renji's mouth curled up, and his voice was not loud, but it was filled with a chilling madness and ambition that was enough to freeze the air in the entire room:

"How long can this small piece of 'emerging entertainment industry' last? And how much can it gain?"

"Instead of haggling over these minor details and fighting against each other."

"It would be better..." He paused: "Swallow the entire Yamaguchi-gumi."

The air in the reception room seemed to have solidified into substance.

Yamamoto Ryuichi's face, which usually showed a certain shrewdness and composure, was now slightly distorted by extreme shock, and a thin layer of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

"and..."

The voice of Kujo Renji sounded again:

"When I say 'cooperation', Mr. Yamamoto, I don't mean simply to help your father, Shinji Yamamoto, ascend to the throne of 'team leader'."

He paused and said:

"It's for 'you'."

Yamamoto Takashi clenched his fists subconsciously.

Yes...

He, Ryuichi Yamamoto, is ambitious and capable, and he doesn't want to be just "Shinji Yamamoto's son" forever.

But... in the Yamaguchi-gumi, a huge organization with a strict hierarchy and seniority, he could only bury these "ambitions" deep in his heart and dare not show them to others easily.

However, at this moment...

Shock, suspicion, fear, and... a trace of ambition that had been suppressed for too long was aroused.

"Ms. Toyokawa."

His voice was as calm as possible.

"What are you going to do?"

He knew that asking this question meant... he had wavered.

It means that he has begun to seriously consider this seemingly outrageous proposal.

Jiujo Liansi looked at his excited yet restrained expression, and the smile on his lips deepened a little.

well.

The fish is hooked.

"Tokyo right now is like a pool of...stagnant water, and so is the Yamaguchi-gumi."

Jiujo Renji grinned and said, "We just need to... gently throw a small 'firecracker' into this pool of stagnant water."

"boom--!!"

He stretched out his slender fingers and made a loose, explosive gesture in the air:

"The water will naturally splash everywhere."

Yamamoto Takashi's pupils suddenly constricted, and he vaguely guessed what the other party wanted to do.

"What's up, Mr. Yamamoto?"

Kujo Renji calmly looked at his face, which had turned slightly pale due to shock and fear.

"You choose to continue living under your father's shadow, following the rules and waiting for that 'opportunity' that may never come your way..."

"still..."

"Choose to join forces with me and take a chance on this soon-to-be-disturbed turmoil..."

Yamamoto Ryuichi's breathing became a little rapid.

His brain was working rapidly, weighing the huge risks and equally huge temptations behind this crazy proposal.

a long time...

He seemed to have made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and his voice was a little dry due to extreme tension:

"Ms. Toyokawa, this matter is of great importance. I need to...think about it..."

Upon hearing this, Kujo Renji only raised his eyebrows slightly, without showing any disappointment or impatience on his face.

"Okay."

He stood up and elegantly adjusted his expensive-looking custom-made dress, his tone still casual and calm:

"Then... just take your time to think about it."

After saying that, he said no more, turned around and walked towards the door of the reception room.

...

Leaving the depressing reception room, he returned to the night-shrouded streets of Tokyo.

In my mind, Toyokawa Shoko's voice, filled with some confusion and puzzlement, sounded again.

"You're just...leaving like this?"

Miss Xiangzi's tone was full of confusion about Kujo Renji's "antiseptic" behavior:

"I thought you would at least say a few more words, put more pressure on him, and force him to make a decision on the spot!"

"When you were 'painting big pictures' before, didn't you always strike while the iron was hot?"

Hearing the question raised by his "disciple", Kujo Renji felt slightly relieved and began to answer.

"When dealing with someone like Yamamoto Ryuichi, no matter how much you say or how much you boast, it's meaningless until you see the 'possibility of success' with your own eyes."

"In fact, the more detailed you are and the more thorough your plan is, the more cautious and suspicious the other party will become."

"Because... there's no such thing as a free lunch. A plan that's too 'perfect' often means a bigger 'trap'."

"So now, we just have to wait."

"Wait until he sees 'Opportunity' with his own eyes."

"By then... I won't have to take the initiative to speak anymore."

...

Two days later.

The night is still deep.

Yamamoto Ryuichi was sitting alone in the reception room that had witnessed the "shocking conspiracy". The cigarette at his fingertips had burned to the end. The scorching temperature brought him back to his senses and he quickly put it out in the ashtray.

The ashtray was already filled with cigarette butts of varying lengths, just like his chaotic mind at the moment.

He had to admit that the blueprint described by "Toyokawa Shoko" was full of temptation.

but...

risk!

If he fails, what awaits him will be...an abyss of no return!

He picked up the sake on the table and took a big gulp.

The cold liquid slid down his throat, but it could not extinguish the fire that was burning more and more fiercely in his heart.

Just when he was feeling upset and confused, the cell phone beside him suddenly rang.

An unfamiliar number appeared on the screen.

Yamamoto Ryuichi's heart skipped a beat!

He took a deep breath, tried to make his voice sound calmer, and pressed the answer button.

"Mr. Yamamoto."