Chapter 105 Kidnapping
"...Hey, boss, you've made a fortune. Is there any trick you can give me?"

There was a hint of teasing in Miyamoto Ze's tone.

But his surprise was real.

Most of Su Beixun's commissions came through Miyamoto Ze's channels, so Miyamoto Ze could roughly infer how much assets he had.

It is certainly not a problem to come up with 50 million, but that may not be the case after buying the identity.

He knew that the prices in that bar were outrageous. Even the most ordinary person would have to pay seven or eight million, and a slightly safer bar would cost tens of millions.

Plus all the messy stuff like plastic surgery...

Su Beixun snorted and pretended to be nonchalant, "I did make a lot, but now there are only a few left... For this status, I invested a full 600 million!"

Although... I always feel like at least half of it was wasted.

Miyamoto Ze gritted his teeth with a "click".

His biggest dream is to retire after making billions and then settle down in New Zealand to spend his old age.

Listening to this coquettish and artificial tone at this moment, it is so irritating and makes me jealous no matter how I think about it.

Su Beixun laughed happily.

He admitted that he enjoyed this kind of naughty behavior.

"Let's stick with those ten cards."

Su Beixun brought the topic back to the topic.

He exited the call page and transferred five million to each of the ten card numbers he was familiar with.

Of course, he didn't just use one account to transfer money.

These bank cards have been specially processed and are even registered under different people's names, making them a relatively safe transaction method.

The other party paused for a moment, and after confirming that everything was correct, he asked, "Do you know the Suzuki Group?"

"Of course, Japan is number one."

Miyamoto Ze nodded, and after bringing up the topic, he said, "Suzuki's sensible personal driver, Xiao Xi Zao, is the intelligence agent I recommended to you."

So specific?!
Su Beixun was a little surprised: "You can actually find out his true identity... No wonder you dare to ask for so much."

To know.

It is easiest to offend people if you sell intelligence, so intelligence dealers will never show their true identities.

Most of them leave a few addresses, and when buyers leave messages, the intelligence dealer will write a phone number there, and then the buyer and seller will contact each other by phone.

Phone numbers are also one-time and will be thrown away after use. (Unless you are a regular customer, you will get a fixed number.)
Precisely because the two parties have never met each other, after buying the false information, the buyer can only blame himself for his bad luck and there is nothing he can do.

As for telling others to damage their reputation...

Those who can survive in the intelligence industry basically already have a group of old clients with whom they have cooperated many times.

For newcomers like this who leave messages on the door, if they know the information they are buying, then we can conduct normal transactions and try to develop them into regular customers.

If they don't know, they won't take the risk to investigate for them. They just treat it as a one-time resource to make some extra money.

Therefore, even if Su Beixun came to Tokyo, he would still go through Hokkaido if he encountered any problems.

"My father met a companion when he went to Tokyo for business when he was young. It was only by chance that I discovered his identity as an intelligence agent."

Miyamoto explained: "He originally intended to keep it as a trump card, but he died without using it... I found this information from a hidden diary, and after investigation, I confirmed it to be true."

After a pause, he continued, "And Xiaoxi has already started a family and has two granddaughters... I think a guy with such obvious weaknesses should be trustworthy to you, right?"

Su Beixun said lightly, "Send me his information."

After that, he hung up the phone without any further chat.

Soon, a document was received on the mobile phone.

At the same time, the maid brought lunch.

Su Beixun ate while watching.

Konishi is fifty years old and is a driver who specializes in picking up and dropping off Shiro Suzuki.

In the photo, he looked energetic, wearing a well-fitting black suit, and his gray hair was combed neatly.

He lives in Beika-cho 2-chome and has two sons.

One of them is called Tetsuya Konishi, 28 years old, married and has two daughters.

The other is Kei Konishi, 19 years old, unmarried, and currently studying engineering at the University of Tokyo.

After browsing through the information, Su Beixun had a clear idea.

He put the plate at the door and went to the next room.

There was no difference here from before, dark, silent, even Jiang Shouhuang's movements hadn't changed at all.

Su Beixun pulled back the quilt.

He saw the little fat boy stiffen for a moment, and then tried hard to pretend to be asleep.

"Get up."

Su Beixun patted his butt: "There is something else to do."

Jiang Shouhuang remained motionless.

Su Beixun sneered and pulled him up.

Then he pinched the child's chubby face.

"I say...dear brother, do you have some misunderstandings about me?"

There was no emotion in Su Beixun's words, but the little fat boy somehow thought of the pale bones in the wilderness.

He opened his eyes in fright.

A pair of scarlet pupils is right at hand!

The suppressed impatience and indifference made Jiang Shouhuang feel as if he was being stared at by a cold-blooded animal, and his scalp tingled.

The little fat boy was pinched so hard that it hurt and tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't dare to resist.

Su Beixun had a blank expression on his face.

After a long time, he withdrew his hand: "One minute, put on your clothes."

Jiang Shouhuang shuddered and hurriedly put his clothes on.

##
1:20 in the afternoon.

Konishi sat in the car in the morning, waiting for Shiro Suzuki to finish his meeting.

As the recognized top conglomerate director in Japan, Shiro Suzuki is not just playing golf and enjoying life every day as most people think.

On the contrary, he is very busy!

Working 15 hours a day is commonplace.

Even Xiaoxi would sometimes sigh in the morning that she, a person selling intelligence, felt that her job was much easier than his.

Glance at the time on your watch.

There is still half an hour left before the meeting ends.

He was wondering whether he should take some time to buy a birthday present for his granddaughter?
Today happens to be my eldest granddaughter’s third birthday.

Thinking of her soft voice calling "Grandpa", Xiaoxi's heart melted a little in the morning.

He likes his current peaceful and affluent life very much!
So after his first granddaughter was born, he resolutely destroyed all the phone cards he used to sell intelligence, even the one he used to contact regular customers.

He decided to retire!

From now on, you will stay away from the bloody storms and intrigues on the road, and live a peaceful life, playing with cats and walking dogs.

Three years have passed since then, and the weather has been good and the world has been peaceful.

He had already buried his experiences in his youth in the grave, and he had no intention of digging it up again.

Leaving the parking lot, Xiaoxi drove towards the doll shop he remembered in the morning - although he didn't understand, little girls seemed to like these furry toys.

But before he had gone far, a phone call came in on his cell phone.

Xiaoxi parked the car in the morning.

——For a professional driver like him, it is absolutely not allowed to answer the phone while steering the wheel. If caught once, he will face the consequence of losing his job.

Even though he was not short of money, he didn't want to disrupt his usual life.

I took out my cell phone and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

Xiaoxi didn't care about it in the morning. It's not uncommon for her to call Suzuki Shiro but end up calling him on his cell phone.

But the next second after the call was connected, Xiaoxi's pupils shrank drastically, even to the size of needles! Because...

The other side said:

"Moses Moses, is it Meilan?"

A teasing voice.

Xiaoxi hung up the phone in an instant this morning!

Sweat broke out on his forehead and he looked at his phone with horror.

Mei Lan... This is his code name for selling intelligence!

It is taken from the first two characters of the four gentlemen of flowers: plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.

But...how could it be? !

Jingle bell~
The phone rang again!
Still the same number!

Like a lingering ghost, it crawls out of the compacted grave to claim lives.

Xiaoxi's expression changed several times in the morning, and she did not have the temperament that Mei Lan should have at all.

But after some hesitation, he finally picked it up.

"…Who are you?" He said in a bitter voice.

The names of my enemies flashed through my mind.

"That's what I said..."

Su Beixun smiled over the phone and said, "I heard that Mr. Mei Lan is the best intelligence dealer in the past ten years. Of course, I am a guest who came here because of his reputation."

Call ~
Xiaoxi relaxed in the morning - fortunately it wasn't the worst.

Although he had retired from criminal activities, he wisely did not say this out loud when faced with a stranger who knew his true identity.

"What do you want to know?"

"In the Japanese underworld, there is a huge black organization."

Su Beixun said: "I think with Mr. Mei Lan's connections, he should know something about this."

Xiaoxi Zaojian's mouth twitched, and he struggled to say, "Sir, from your voice, you should be young... As someone who has experienced this, I sincerely advise you not to get involved with them."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid."

But I'm scared, fuck!

Xiaoxi was very resistant in the morning.

As a member of the underground world, how is it possible that you have never dealt with that organization?
Even quite a few peripheral members had bought information from him.

Huge, mysterious, well-equipped, and ruthless...

If crime is an industry, then organizations are the leaders of the monopoly, and these people can only be considered as retail investors who eat the leftovers at best.

Xiaoxi didn't want to offend them and be turned into cement and sink to the bottom of Tokyo Bay.

But what came out of his mouth was this: "…What do you want to know?"

Have no idea!

It would be better for the county magistrate to take charge of the matter now. No matter what, at least he has to get through this hurdle first.

"It's simple. The organization has mobilized a lot of hackers these days, and they all have public identities in society. I want you to find out where they went."

hacker?

Xiaoxi chewed on this word in the morning.

Although he had left the underground world, three years was not enough to destroy all his connections.

If the number of hackers mobilized is large, it would not be difficult to find out by asking around.

"I think it shouldn't be difficult for an intelligence dealer like you to compile intelligence from these trivial messages."

Su Beixun broke the silence.

Xiaoxi took a deep breath in the morning and said, "Okay, I will investigate it."

"I'll give you four hours. Call me at six in the evening."

There is less time than you think.

It is impossible to change your appearance or escape from the country.

Xiaoxi couldn't refuse in the morning: "I understand...but I beg you, don't touch my family."

"no problem."

Su Beixun assured: "I didn't kidnap them, and I won't even appear in their sight... But if I don't get the news after four hours, your identity as Mei Lan will be exposed to the world. I think you should have a lot of enemies, old man."

Xiaoxi's lips moved in the morning, and she just said, "...Okay."

After the deal was settled, Su Beixun laughed and said, "Don't be so negative. You've made a lot of money over the years. After you're done, just fly to Iceland and hide. Who can find you?"

"……I know."

"correct."

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, Su Beixun suddenly thought: "Since you can no longer keep this identity, then do me a favor... Just consider it as a proof of your sincerity."

##
2 p.m.

Shiro Suzuki walked out of the meeting room with others, chatting and laughing, but after they separated, he sighed tiredly and rubbed his throbbing temples.

This meeting is very important as it discusses development strategies amid the depreciation of the yen and economic bubble turmoil in recent years.

But Shiro Suzuki felt that he was just wasting time because he hadn't made any progress after three days.

The development center was shifted from Japan to overseas. Such a simple matter was being dragged out for the sake of respective interests.

Take a look at the bright sun above your head.

Shiro Suzuki quickened his pace and arrived at the parking lot.

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoxi."

He opened the car door and sat in the second row with the bodyguard, and apologized to the driver generously.

Then he asked, “What’s the next schedule?”

Xiaoxi started the car in the morning, thought for a moment and then replied, "Since you have no plans before 2:40, you can go have lunch now."

"At 2:40, Russian officials asked you to meet them to discuss the price of the Egg of Memory."

"Then at 3:10, the Tozawa Zaibatsu wants to discuss the wedding of Tozawa Yuzo and Ms. Suzuki Ayako again."

"There is a public welfare and charity event at 3:40 that requires your appearance."

Suzuki Shiro suddenly raised his hand to interrupt him: "...Okay, okay, let's stop talking for now. Let me enjoy these 40 minutes of free time. We can talk about work later."

He sighed, feeling overwhelmed by the tight schedule.

"Mr. Suzuki!"

The bodyguard beside him suddenly spoke in a harsh voice.

Ok?
Shiro Suzuki raised his head a beat later.

He saw that the closed garage was filled with light white smoke.

……What's this?
Shiro Suzuki's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he finally fell asleep with doubts.

The bodyguard beside him only held on for less than 30 seconds.

After confirming from the rearview mirror that both were unconscious, Xiaoxi opened the car window in the morning to let the air flow disperse the smoke, and then took a deep breath.

Old.

He shook his head with a wry smile.

My cardiopulmonary capacity has declined. Now, even if I try my best, I can only hold my breath for a maximum of one minute. This is much worse than when I was young.

Xiaoxi sighed in the morning.

Before the kidnapping, he had called his wife and asked her to take his son and granddaughter to hide in the safe house he had bought.

But this is only a temporary solution and not a permanent cure!
His wife, knowing his past, didn't waste time asking "why", but just told him to come back alive.

As he thought about it, Xiaoxi's gaze became firm in the morning, as if he had returned to his youthful vigor.

Gentleness doesn’t just dull men’s ambitions, it’s also the strength that supports their souls!
[I hope I can still get out of this unscathed this time. ]

The black car drove slowly in the traffic, then turned off the road and slowly disappeared into the depths of a secluded road.

(End of this chapter)