Next, Shiratori led Kazuma and ran to a rather impressive building nearby.
He Ma Ang looked at the building, and sighed: "Judao has also started to move into such a magnificent building, by the way, is that guy Jinshan still in the old office?"
"It's still there, maybe he doesn't plan to move." Shiratori sighed, "Obviously their organization is already a direct organization of the Kanto United."
"He's still promoted?" He Ma was a little surprised.
"Yes, many organizations above were destroyed by the Zhenquanhui and the Fuqing Gang. Jinshan and his father, Kazama, have been recruiting stragglers and gradually reached their current status."
Hema thought of the guy named Kazama, and remembered that he had an entry, which was the entry of the name of the big monster, but Hema couldn't remember the specific entry for a while.
Mainly because I haven't seen him for a long time.
Shiratori continued: "The office of the direct organization is hidden in that kind of dilapidated three-story building. Maybe this is a good cover."
He Ma: "You all know that it is Jinshan's office, can it still be considered a cover?"
"That's why I said 'probably'." As he spoke, Shiratori stepped forward and showed his police badge to the two guys wearing group patterns guarding the gate of the building, "I'm Shiratori from the Fourth Search Section, I'm looking for you The leader has something to do."
"The team leader went to play golf, I'm sorry, Officer-san." The doorman responded with Jidao's signature flick of the tongue.
"Then I'll find my younger brother, Tou Yamada. He should be directly managing the property, so don't try to fool me. I know he must be there." Although Shiratori was a head shorter than the gatekeeper, he still went up there, not imposing Lost half a point because of the height difference.
The gatekeeper confronted Shiratori for several seconds, and finally realized that he could not overwhelm the old policeman, so he turned and pressed the call button on the intercom by the door: "A policeman came downstairs and said he wanted to see Brother Yamada." .”
There was silence for a few seconds above, and then a hoarse voice said: "It's the Shiratori police department, a rare visitor, let him come up quickly. Be better, you bastard."
The gatekeeper responded loudly: "Ha!"
After hanging up the call, he changed his attitude the moment he turned around, and became respectful: "Police Department Shiratori, Brother Yamada, please go up."
"Um."
The white bird old god nodded and swaggered forward.
He Ma first showed his police badge—but it seems that this is no longer necessary, after all, the two gatekeepers have already bowed ninety degrees.
He kept up with Shiratori while putting away his police badge, and said in a low voice, "You really have a lot of face."
"You have worked in the Fourth Search Department for 30 years, and you also have this face. But if you have worked in the police department for 30 years, as a professional team, it is really a failure."
He Ma: "I don't know for a moment whether you are laughing at yourself or urging me."
The professional group basically maintains a police department, and if you go up, you need merit.
Logically speaking, He Ma's current achievement is enough for him to be promoted to the police.
However, there is an unspoken rule within the Metropolitan Police Department that there should be an interval of about three years between two promotions.
Moreover, one level will be promoted one level at a time, and two levels in a row will only be rewarded by sacrificing during the mission.
Kazuma and Shiratori got on the elevator while chatting, and a few minutes later, the two entered the president's office on the top floor.
The president of this debt collection company and the head of the domoto group, Tetsuya Yamada, was already waiting for the two of them in the president's office.
There is also a set of kung fu tea tea sets in the president's office, and Tetsuya Yamada is sitting in front of the tea sets, making kung fu tea in a decent manner.
He Ma couldn't help but said, "Did you learn to drink Kung Fu tea from Fuqing Gang?"
Yamada Tetsu also looked up at Kazuma, at first he looked disdainful, and the moment he saw Kazuma, he obviously recognized who Kazuma was, and then showed his superb face-changing skills: "It's actually the dragon of Kanto coming here! , I didn’t see you on the monitor, sorry for your disrespect. I heard that you were sent to the mobile team, didn’t you?”
Shiratori: "My partner has something to ask for leave, and it happened that Kiryu's partner was hospitalized, so we got together."
"Oh? That's it." Yamada Tetsuya pressed the button next to the kung fu tea set, and a female secretary in business attire opened the side door of the president's office and entered.
There was no intellectual aura about this secretary. Although she was dressed in the clothes of a professional woman, she exuded the lingering aura of a nightclub call girl.
She also looked at the white bird and the horse with hot eyes.
Yamada: "Prepare a small gift suitable for visiting patients, and let Police Officer Kiryu take it away later."
"Yes." The girl looked at Kiryu again, smiled slightly, turned and left.
He Ma: "Your secretary really doesn't have any intellectual breath."
"A company like mine hires girls who have managed to finish four years of college. Isn't that ruining them?" Yamada said while shaking the teapot of Kung Fu Tea, shaking it three times and then pouring it one by one.
He Ma: "You are actually quite self-aware? So you admit that this is not a serious business?"
"No, what I do here is all legal business. No one stipulates that the company formed by the Jidao can't do legal business, right? It's just that this is a den of the Jidao after all, so it's better not to harm those good girls."
Saying that, Yamada put the poured tea forward, and made a "please" gesture to Kazuma and Shiratori.
Shiratori sat down on the sofa opposite him, picked up the teacup and drank the tea in one gulp, put down the teacup and said, "I can't judge whether the tea is good or bad. Kiryu, do you understand tea?"
"I don't really understand." Hema told the truth, and of course he could pretend if he wanted to. In his previous life, the company he worked in had sold tea for a period of time, so Hema also acquired all kinds of tea-related knowledge.
Of course, their company later discovered with regret that foreign imports are mainly black tea, and most Chinese tea is classified as green tea, which is not easy to sell in foreign trade.
So they no longer represent this, and as a result, the common sense of tea learned with Ma can only be used as a talking point on the wine table.
Now Hema really wants to pretend to be a master tea drinker, he can pretend, but what's the point
Could it be that because he knows tea, this Yamada can speak better
Yamada said with a smile: "Actually, I don't know much about tea either. The reason why I made such a set of things and still make tea in a decent way is because when I went to Fuqing to help talk to their boss, I saw him tea in my Making Kung Fu tea in the tea house seems to be very stylish. How about it, do the two police officers think I am stylish just now?"
He Ma: "I don't think so."
"I think so." Yamada laughed loudly, "After all, we are Japanese, and imitation will definitely not work."
He Ma: "This idiom is used very well, like a scholar."
Yamada said this idiom just now, and he pronounced it directly according to the training and reading used in Chinese characters. This is a very learned performance in Japan, so Hema praised this sentence.
But Yamada smiled: "It's just an axe in front of the Dong University bully. Tell me, the two police officers came to the door without warning, what's the matter?"
"Do you know the debts of the Watanabe family?" Shiratori went straight to the point.
"Watanabe?" Yamada showed a thoughtful expression, and then snapped his fingers, "Oh, I know, it's the idiot who was tricked into guaranteeing 100 million yen, right? I know, what's wrong?"
Shiratori smiled and said, "Can you just let it go for my sake?"
Leave of absence, and future reservations
Tonight, probably because I ate a few snowy mooncakes, my blood sugar was very high, and my hands were shaking all the time-this is the symptom of high blood sugar, and I am too familiar with it. The key is that my diabetes is not serious enough to take insulin, so I can only wait for the blood sugar to drop slowly. Taking insulin now will really make the body completely lose the ability to produce insulin. Now I am only producing insulin slowly and still producing it.
Now, with extreme trembling hands, write a fake note.
In fact, as I said before, this book is scheduled to be completed in early 2022.
But this process is different from what I thought.
My original idea was to have a few more excellent climaxes, and then finally take back all the lines and finish strongly, and then get an achievement of 40,000 evenly set.
The reality is, because of exhaustion of my enthusiasm, I haven’t written anything worth mentioning since the end of Qingliu’s chapter, and I’m just continuing on. It's been a whole year, and I've written about criminal police articles.
The only good thing is that this time I have an outline, so I am still recovering the lines.
There are still a little more than two months before the scheduled completion time. After looking at the outline, if we write dryly according to the outline, it can still be completed.
I originally thought that with the outline, I was invincible.
Now I find that for a writer like me who relies on inspiration for food, when I have an outline but no inspiration, the things I write are still terrible.
In addition, my own physical condition exacerbated the problem. When I was inspired, I could write in a bad physical condition. When I was not inspired, I was in a bad physical condition and I was really screwed.
I really feel that I am old and that life is passing from my body. Now if the spiritual energy recovers and an opportunity falls in front of me, if I choose to be healthy or invincible, I will probably Choose good health.
I have to cheer up and finish writing this book as quickly as possible in the last two months of this year.
No matter how bad it is, at least I have retracted all the volt lines according to the outline, and I have completed the task.
In fact, everyone can see that it is now the end. Many bosses who did not intend to come to the front stage at this stage have come out, and then I am trying my best to shape the boss. Unfortunately, I have no inspiration and the shape is dry. well.
I really didn’t change the person to write it. You can tell from the habit of writing, it’s me, but I was abandoned by the goddess of inspiration.
After finishing this book, I have to find a subject that I am interested in, make an outline that can be written within two million words, and then rely on passion to finish writing it within ten months. It must be a subject that I am interested in, so as to have enthusiasm. So don't worry about how much the next book is your fault.
Maybe I will write some unimaginable subjects, but I am very interested in them.
For example, queuing up to shoot the story of the era, this idea has been rejected by editors many times.
It could also be Western Fantasy, this idea has also been edited many times on the wall.
In short, it doesn't matter whether it is popular or not, the key is that I am interested.
It can be foreseen that the next book must be a masterpiece of my XP.
So you want to see a story about the protagonist going to a western fantasy world that has developed into the era of queuing and shooting, and getting to know a girl who won the favor of the goddess of magic by virtue of her big breasts and became the goddess of magic, and then armed with a musket Don't be surprised by the strange story of the revolutionary army overthrowing the ecclesiastical dictatorship.
Look, how this fits my XP, big boobs, musket lineups, mages with standard Dungeons & Dragons spell tables, Jagged Revolution smashing all noble paper tigers, if you add a cute beast ear loli, wow~
But what to write specifically is uncertain. I will finish this book first and then read XP to decide what to write in the next one.
From now on, I will probably not write anything that has been serialized for more than ten months. I figured it out, and my enthusiasm can last for ten months.
And as the physical condition gets worse, it is possible that the burning time of this enthusiasm will be further shortened.
In the future, I will focus on writing short things, but things that can meet my requirements, and I will never write such stinky and long things.
In the past, I forced myself to write long, because at that time in the Internet circle, if it was not long enough, any copyright or adaptation had nothing to do with you. It is necessary to write long in order to accumulate a sufficient reader base, and then to make a lot of money.
But now the environment has changed. If the writing is short but exciting, you don’t need to sell copyright, and you can make a lot of money by eating electronic subscriptions.
I don't need to force myself to write long anymore.
I just figured this out now. If I had figured it out before I opened this book, I would have ended at Qingliu's position and wouldn't be laying down any further lines.
I'll find out in the next book.
In short, I will spend two months to fill in the tail of this book. I can't guarantee that it will be wonderful, but I can guarantee that most of the foreshadowing will be recovered.
Then in the next book, I will implement the belief in XP writing and create by purely burning passion.