Jinshan Pingta practiced horses again, three days later.
Jinshan Pingta directly called the Metropolitan Police Department's Publicity Department, and made an appointment with Hema to have dinner at a ramen restaurant near the Metropolitan Police Department.
Hema rushed to the ramen restaurant for the first time, and then found that Jinshan Pingta was already waiting inside.
This is a "fly restaurant". There are only five tables in total, and there are more than ten seats including the bar.
I don’t know why there are a lot of Giants merchandise in the restaurant, and an old-looking baseball is covered with an acrylic cover.
Kazuma sat in front of Jinshan Pingta while observing the furnishings in the restaurant, and asked casually, "Is the owner of this store a Giants fan?"
Jin Shanping said with a smile: "This is Bunkyo District, so it's more difficult to find non-Giants fans here."
The home court of the Giants is in the Bunkyo District, and Japanese baseball culture is prevalent, so many locals are fans of the Giants.
But Hema doesn't care much about these. He personally thinks that baseball games are boring most of the time, but basketball looks exciting.
However, as a Japanese through time travel, if you don't know about baseball, you will naturally have one less topic to talk about with men of the same generation, so Kazuma learned some baseball news when he usually reads the newspaper.
But that's all.
Just at this time, the lady proprietress in the store came to order, and He Ma noticed at a glance that the towel the proprietress was wearing was also around the Giants.
"The soy sauce ramen here is really good," suggested Nishizawa Heita.
Kazuma nodded: "Then I'll order that one. I'll also order garlic ramen without meat."
"Isn't garlic ramen without meat the same as clear soup ramen? You eat too lightly."
Kazuma responded: "Only by clear soup ramen can you taste the level of broth in this store."
In fact, He Ma just wanted to drink some soup, and the taste of the noodle soup of clear soup ramen was closest to the Cantonese-style broth in his memory.
I don't know when I can eat real Cantonese-style broth.
After the hostess left, Jinshan Pingta went straight to the point: "You want me to check the relationship between Kokake Muto, who has a relationship with Yakuza beyond your imagination. Until now, he still goes to give himself a gift in Tachikawa every year around the Obon Festival. The group's 'Daddy' sweeps the grave."
"Father?" He Ma repeated the word, this word pronounced "Ou Ya Ji", in Ji Dao, can also refer to the "benefactor" who brought him to the door, not necessarily the meaning of father.
"You don't know? Wakatou of the Tachikawa group committed suicide after the 300 million yen robbery. He was the leader who introduced Takeshi Muto into the organization. When I asked about this, I heard some interesting things It is said that the Kimura Police Department of the police at that time found key evidence, and then Ruotou-san committed suicide in order to cut off Kimura's investigation."
He Ma frowned: "Is there such a saying? Takenaka, the director of the 300 million yen search of the headquarters, was the partner of the Kimura police department back then. But I didn't hear him say this."
"It's been so long, and the rumors have already evolved into several versions. However, Taketake Muto has been sweeping graves over the years, and people in the extreme way speak highly of him."
He Ma laughed and said, "It's so funny to listen to Ji Dao talk about loyalty."
After all, Kazuma Kiryu's extreme way basically does not exist in reality.
As soon as the words were finished, Kazuma heard the sound of the bowl being heavily placed on the table from the counter.
He glanced at the counter, only to see the busy "General" behind the counter turned his back to this figure, and the two bowls of ramen that had just been placed on the table were steaming.
Kazuma asked Nishikiyama Pingta: "Is this ramen shop run by people related to Yakuza?"
"The former pole." Jin Shanping said lightly, "The general has retired, so he is just an ordinary person now. But we will come here when we need to talk about things that would be bad for others to hear. Police It’s not easy to have such a store near the theater.”
He Ma raised his eyebrows: "Do you still often meet with the White Bird detective here?"
"No, we will go to the bar when we meet Shiratori. I will introduce you to the bar's mother-san when I have time."
He Ma immediately understood that this bar might not be a serious bar. Japan's custom business is legal, and Ma also went to drink a few times, and then found that the hostess was not half as beautiful as his sister, so he stopped going.
Just at this time, the proprietress brought the ramen to the table, so the conversation with Ma and Jinshan Heita was tacitly suspended.
After the proprietress left, Jinshan continued: "The story of me, Shiratori, and Mama Sang will definitely stimulate your desire to create and let you write new famous songs. What you write now is too sweet and greasy."
"What can I do?" He Ma shrugged, "Sweet and greasy songs are easy to sell."
In order to support his family, He Ma often sells songs recently. After copying and copying, he found that the famous songs in his memory were almost finished. Then he had an idea and started to write some sweet and greasy love songs with no technical content to sell for money.
Naturally, these songs do not have the strength to dominate the Oricon charts, but relying on Hema's existing reputation, he can stably buy into the top 100.
Then He Ma discovered that the capital prefers bad composers who can steadily sell into the top 100 compared to talents with occasional good works.
Of course, writing this kind of sweet and greasy love songs will definitely be criticized by music critics, but He Ma is not worried about this, and his reputation will come back after copying a famous song in the future.
Jinshan Pingta complained a few more songs about horses recently, and then returned to the original topic: "This Kidou is strong, he is married to his old horse, and there is a fifteen-year-old kid. This kid also If you don’t learn well, and now you’re the captain in school, it looks like you’re going to follow in Dad’s footsteps and join the pole.”
He Ma chattered, and asked while arguing: "You still want to join the Pokémon now? Recently, the Kanto United has almost thrown away all the profitable business, right?"
"It's just throwing away the business related to anesthetics." Jinshan Heita responded, "Our business in the custom industry and real estate industry is quite prosperous. After all, the Fuqing Gang and the Zhenquan Association are foreign monks, and they can't deal with the Japanese. La."
Don't look at what Heita Jinshan said as if he was great. In fact, the Japanese Yakuza was beaten to the ground and had to give up the most profitable business.
This is also the basis for the legalization of Yakudo in Japan.
Jinshan Pingta continued: "The young people in the lower class don't know these things at all, they still want to make a living with their fists, and they dream of becoming the big brother of the extreme.
"So I have a suggestion. We can design a scene to get Mu Teng's son involved in the Yakuza fire, and arrest him by the way. Then the old man has to pick up the wooden knife to save people."
He Ma was stunned: "Using his son to force Mu Teng to confess is a way. But this is not what the police did."
Jinshan Pingtai spread his hands together: "I will do the things that are inconvenient for you to do. Or this way, you and that Mu Teng join hands to save people, establish a partnership friendship, and then move it with affection."
He Ma glanced at Jin Shan: "You mean you are the one who gets the black faces?"
"I'm a very good person, and I'm suitable for this."
He Ma: "This is what you jumped out to do, I didn't force you."
Jinshan lowered his head and ate a few mouthfuls of ramen noodles, pulled all the noodles in the bowl into his mouth, then drank a big mouthful of soup, made a satisfied sound, and then said to Kazuma: "By the way, Kotoko Muto's wife is quite pretty. Yes. She has been working as a bartender in order to subsidize her family, how about I take you to the bar where she works tonight?"
He Ma: "Okay. Wait a minute, won't the nomination fee be very expensive?"
"Please, you are now a civil servant with an annual salary of 8 million yen, don't act like a temporary worker with an hourly salary of 800."
"Eight million is not enough at all. There are three college students in my family."
Jin Shanping sighed: "Okay, I'll treat you. Other criminal police will give us benefits if they ask us to help with the investigation. You can do the opposite!"
"Just treat this as an investment in your future police chief."
After talking to the horse, I cleaned up all the noodles in the bowl, then picked up the garlic ramen without meat, and drank a big mouthful of soup.
Sure enough, the taste of clear soup is very close to the broth in memory.
It's a pity that He Ma hasn't had authentic Cantonese-style chicken soup for five years.
After eating, Hema took out cash from his wallet and patted it on the table, then asked Jinshan Pingta: "Where shall we meet tonight?"
"You don't want to rub my car again, do you?" Jinshan Heita narrowed his eyes and stared at Kazuma, "Don't do this, detective-san, I'll give you the address and go by yourself."
He Ma shrugged: "What can I do? I don't have a car. The publicity officer doesn't know how to allocate a car, and I can't afford it myself."
Jin Shanping sighed: "Forget it, send the Buddha to the west, how about I help you find a car that died?"
He Ma: "Accident car?"
"That's right, especially the kind of car that has had several dead owners. It's usually super cheap. If you're lucky, you might even run into a BMW!"
He Mayi became energetic when he heard that: "Really? Then you can fix one for me, and I won't be afraid of bad luck."
At worst, let your own fox exorcise a demon and it's over, what a big deal.
"BMW depends on luck. After all, many unbelievers are staring at this market. But if you work in the Metropolitan Police Department, you will be criticized if you don't drive a Japanese-made car?"
It was only then that Kazuma remembered that Yuzao was driving a domestic car. He scratched his head and said, "Sports cars made in Japan are also fine. I think GTR is also good."
Jin Shanping laughed too much: "Your mother, you still want to pick up a GTR for nothing? How dare you think about it. If there is such a chance, I will definitely drive it myself."
Hema curled his lips: "Okay, this kind of luck can't be forced. If it doesn't work, you can get me a Toyota 86 and I will agree. The key is to make it cheap!"
"Damn, you're right." Jinshan Heita smiled wryly, "It doesn't look like a famous composer who wrote a bunch of folk songs."
Kazuma: "I can't help it. There are three college students in my family, and one is studying at Musashino Conservatory of Music."
Jinshan laughed twice, and suddenly asked: "By the way, after Qingliu graduated from Musashino Conservatory of Music, do you plan to let her go to Takarazuka for further studies? That is a bottomless pit!"
"Don't worry, I'm not so overwhelmed." Hema waved his hand, "Okay, after dinner, I'll go back to Sakurada Gate and continue to do paperwork. The Minister of Police asked me to write an image reminder for the Police Department." Vibration plan."
Jin Shanping twitched his lips: "For a rookie like you who has actual detection experience to do pure paperwork, the Metropolitan Police Department is a waste of talent."
Spreading his hands with Ma, he turned around and walked out of the store. When he reached the door, he turned around and told Jinshan Pingtai: "Get me a car! Remember it!"
Jinshan Pingtai nodded: "I can't forget it. If you are in a hurry, I can take you to see the car in the afternoon."
"Okay, then I will go to your office to find you after get off work in the afternoon?"
"That's too far away, I still have to go to Katsushika, you can go directly to this second-hand car market to find me." Jinshan Heita directly took the menu of the ramen shop, wrote a few words on the back, and then tore it off and stuffed it to Kazuma.
He Ma saw that it was an address.
"Okay, I'll look for you here." Kazuma put the paper away, turned and left the ramen shop.
At this time, the general of the ramen shop came out from the counter, looked at Jinshan Pingta and said, "This is the person you bet on? It doesn't look like he can make a fortune in the police world."
Jin Shanping sneered and said, "Look, I bet he can be the police chief."
"Hmph, then you will become the black gloves of the police chief? It's a beautiful idea." The general shook his head, "I didn't expect that Jinshan Pingta would one day gamble his future on others , times have changed."
Jin Shanping laughed too much and said nothing.
**
In the evening, Hema found the second-hand car dealer that Jinshan Pingtai had mentioned according to the address Jinshan Pingtai gave him.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Jinshan Pingta flirting with the girl at the front desk, so he whistled.
Jinshan Pingtai glanced at Hema, and then shouted in the direction of the office: "My friend is here, the boss is here to pick up the guests!"
"Here we come." An office worker with a greasy face in a suit and leather shoes opened the door to greet him. He glanced at Hema, as if evaluating how much Hema could afford.
Jinshan Pingtai patted the boss's arm: "What are you doing? This is my friend. He graduated from the professional group of Dongda University. He has a bright future. Why don't you honestly give him the car he likes?"
The office worker uncle showed embarrassment: "This month, our store is almost out of wages. You see, even the salesperson has been dismissed to the point where there is only one left."
Jinshan Pingtai pointed to the girl at the front desk who had flirted with him just now and said: "If you quit her, it will be over. Anyway, she will earn more by going to the wine."
Hema coughed: "Please, with my policeman here, can you stop instigating a good girl into the sea in front of me?"
"Stop making trouble, there is no good girl who works in a store with this kind of background." Jin Shanping said with a smile, "Can't you see her earrings? I will give you negative points for your criminal police observation ability. "
After Jin Shan finished speaking, the front desk girl interjected, "I've been drinking with you before, but now I want to do some serious work and get ready to start a family. So Interpol Sang, please don't let me lose my job."
He Ma responded casually: "Leave it to me. I still have a little budget for buying a car."
Not really, but Kazuma didn't want to expose it.
The office worker was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly said to He Ma: "It just so happens that we have quite a few good second-hand cars in our store, let me introduce them to you..."
Jinshan Pingta interrupted the store manager: "Don't introduce those and useless ones, just choose the accident cars that have killed people."
The store manager frowned: "It's true that the agency is the police accident car handling point, but accident cars don't happen every day."
"Who are you kidding, Tokyo is such a big city, hundreds of thousands of accidents happen every day, and a few people will always die, show us the cars that have killed people today." Jinshan Pingta said and took a picture of the store manager shoulders.
The store manager looked puzzled, but he still sighed and replied: "Well, it is true that a few accident cars have been repaired and sent to us recently. I will show you to take a look, this way please."
After all, the store manager took the lead to walk to the yard behind the store.
He Ma: "Go to the yard?"
"Of course, you can't put the accident car in the store. People will think it wrong." Jin Shanping patted Hema on the shoulder and pushed him to keep up with the store manager.
Ten seconds later, He Ma came to the backyard of the second-hand car store. The store manager pointed to a few cars in the corner and said, "This is all the accident cars we have here today."
He Ma glanced at it and was disappointed to find that there was no sports car.
Sure enough, the dead GTR is not so easy to come across.
The store manager pointed to one of the Toyota pickup trucks and said: "These two were rear-end trucks transporting steel bars. The steel bars penetrated the front windshield, and the driver and co-pilot were shattered. Of course, we changed the seats as well as the windshield. chair, don't worry about finding bits of meat in the seat."
He Ma: "Well, I don't really want to drive a pickup truck to work in the Metropolitan Police Department."
"Then what about the two Honda cars over here?" the store manager asked, pointing to the other one.
He Ma: "How did the former car owner die?"
"In an ordinary accident, the previous owner died after three days of rescue. For this reason, this car will be more expensive."
Hearing that Hema is more expensive, he gave up thinking about it.
This is how people are poor.
At this time, the store manager also saw that he was shy, and introduced: "If you want to buy a cheaper car, you can consider these two cars."
Kazuma followed the store manager's finger and found that he was pointing at a caravan selling crepes.
"What's the allusion to this car?" He Ma asked suspiciously, "Did the crepe choke to death?"
"No, these two fell into the river in the heavy rain. The former owner's family was in the car, and they all drowned. There is no one left. This car is very cheap now, and no one wants to take over the disaster that killed a family of seven. car."
He Ma touched his cheeks: "Isn't it too tragic that a family of seven died?"
"It was very miserable. There were no relatives left to help them with the funeral. In the end, the monk was hired by the city hall. If you want to buy this car, give me 50,000 yen and drive away. I will post the change of the owner. money."
He Ma: "Am I crazy to drive a car that sells crepes to work in the Metropolitan Police Department?"
Jinshan joked: "This car is good, it's easy to disguise. No one will think that there is a criminal police hidden in the car selling crepes."
The store manager nodded, and said, "This car is in good condition. After all, it just rushed into the water. By the way, everything in the car, including the crepe speaker, is in excellent condition. If you are willing, you can put some ingredients in it." Keep on selling crepes."
Let’s talk about the store manager opening the car door and turning on the car’s power amplifier after getting in the car, so the music that is common in crepe shops starts playing.
Jinshan Pingtai said in a tone of fearing that the world would not be chaotic, "I think this is good. It only costs 50,000 yen, which is the same as picking up for nothing. Moreover, this kind of car is comfortable to sit on and has enough interior space. Look at other cars. There are no cars with such high cost performance.”
He Ma sighed: "I use my car to go to work. Open a mobile crepe shop and go to the Metropolitan Police Department to work. I will become a celebrity in no time."
The store manager said: "Tell me the truth, how much budget you can use, and I will choose the best one for you."
He Ma scratched his head: "Probably, hundreds of thousands of yen."
"How much is hundreds of thousands? 900,000 is also called hundreds of thousands, and 300,000 is also called hundreds of thousands." The store manager asked seriously.
He Ma: "Eh... about 300,000."
In fact, it would be better if it could be done within 200,000 yuan, but He Ma didn't have the nerve to say that.
The store manager pointed to the crepe caravan: "Then I suggest you drive this one, as a means of transportation, this one will definitely be fine!"
He Ma was about to talk back, Jinshan Pingtai urged: "You should make a decision quickly, you will go to see Mu Teng's wife later, won't you? It's much more convenient to have a car, and if it's only 50,000 yuan, you don't even need to ask Chiyoko for additional funding .”
His last sentence prompted Kazuma to make up his mind.
"Okay." He Ma frowned and looked at the two crepe cars, "I also want a car that can transform in my dream."
What He Ma said is that after reading Jack Chen's masterpiece "Food Truck" in his previous life, he always thought of a food truck that could transform into a food stall.
The store manager laughed and said, "This one can indeed be deformed. As long as you press the switch, the side will open and unfold into a crepe stand. There are even seats for people to sit and eat."
After speaking, the store manager pressed the switch, and the side of the car really started to unfold.
The store manager continued to explain: "By the way, the electric baking pan of the crepe is directly connected to the battery of the car, as long as the engine is running, it can be charged. Of course, when you are doing business, you can apply for an external power supply."
He Ma said angrily: "I don't have time to do business. This is just a means of transportation, and it is nothing but cheap. Well, don't let it continue to deform, we still have to drive."
The store manager decisively pulled the switch of the deformation, so the half-transformed car changed back again.
Store manager: "I'll figure out the paperwork right away, wait for me for fifteen minutes! Oh yes, just give me 50,000 yuan."
He Ma took out his wallet, counted five 10,000 yuan bills and stuffed them into the store manager's hand.
"By the way, I need to register your driver's license." The store manager said again.
Hema took out his driver's license and handed it to the store manager, asking, "Do you want a police handbook?"
"If it is to be used as a police vehicle, yes. I will fill out a separate form for police vehicles. Tomorrow, please go to the logistics department of the Metropolitan Police Department to go through the relevant procedures."
Hema nodded impatiently.
The store manager walked away with his driver's license and police handbook.
Jinshan Heita looked at Kazuma: "Damn it, you really bought this car?"
"Fuck, didn't you encourage me to buy it?"
"I encourage you to eat shit, do you want to eat it?" Jinshan sighed, "Forget it, 50,000 yuan is a free car. I can already foresee that tomorrow you will drive your car into the underground parking lot of the Metropolitan Police Department The scene at that time, the white bird detective knows, must die laughing."
Waving with Ma: "Okay, today we have to find Mu Teng's wife, hurry up."
Just at this time, the store manager ran out with a stack of documents, and handed it to He Ma: "From now on, this is your car, I wish you a happy driving."
Kazuma put away his driver's license and police handbook, and threw the rest of the papers into the drawer on the dashboard.
He got into the car, sat in the driver's seat, and turned his head to urge Jinshan Pingta: "Get in the car, don't dawdle."
The store manager opened the door to the backyard at this time.
Jinshan Pingta went around to the other side, climbed into the co-pilot seat, and said with a smile: "Do you want to play the commercial song for selling crepes?"
"No. That's fine, let's go." Hema ignited, started the car, then let go of the clutch and gave it a kick.
The gear shifted smoothly, and the RV slid forward slowly.
He patted the horn twice with the horse, making his beloved car neigh in full force.
The store manager waved at the courtyard door: "Bon voyage!"