Chapter 98: Being courteous for nothing is either adultery or theft Although Isamu Morishita asked Aoyama Hidenobu to call him after get off work, he took the initiative to find Aoyama Hidenobu before get off work ended and dragged him out of the office. "Qingshan-kun, there is no end to the work, you need to combine work and rest! I know you want to do more for the country and the people, but if you exhaust yourself, then the biggest loss will still be to the country and the people, right?" Good man, so when we enjoy ourselves now, it is not for our own enjoyment, but for the country and the people, right? The sense of mission comes up instantly. "Hey! Inspector Morishita is teaching me. To be honest, I was really confused." Aoyama Hidenobu looked as if he had suddenly realized something, and said seriously: "It is not easy for the country to train an official. We must take good care of our health." As the saying goes, showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing. Morishita was a little too enthusiastic about him. Qingshan Hideshige couldn't help but become alert. This guy must have some plan for him. "Hahaha, what you said is very good, Aoyama-kun. It's exactly how much resources the country invests to train one of us. So our good health is the greatest loyalty to the country and the people!" Morishita Isamu laughed and patted Aoyama Hidenobu's arm. Aoyama Hidenobu nodded repeatedly, "Hi!"
After arriving at the parking lot, he originally wanted to drive his own car, but was invited by Morishita Isamu to ride in his car. Isamu Morishita's car is a Mercedes-Benz 600sel. The car, which was just launched last year and commonly known as the Tiger-Head Mercedes by domestic businessmen in later generations, is very domineering. This car can be said to be very classic. There is basically no man in the world who doesn't like cars. Aoyama Hidenobu was no exception. He originally thought that his Corolla was okay, but now after seeing Morishita Isamu's car, he suddenly felt ashamed of himself. But when he thought about owning two E-class cars, Asai Aya and Mrs. Nohara, he felt balanced again. Although the Mercedes-Benz S-Class is very good. But his E-Class is also great to drive, with leather seats, original paint, matrix headlights, a horn that's as loud as a Berliner, and it's automatic... "Mr. Aoyama, there's no need to envy me. You'll have it sooner or later." Morishita Isamu knocked on the hood of the car and said. "Hi!" Aoyama Hidenobu responded, and said with a smile: "Then I'll borrow the good words of Superintendent Morishita." "Get in the car." Morishita Isamu waved his hand and opened the driver's door as he finished speaking. Aoyama Hidenobu sat in the passenger seat. The car started and soon arrived at Ginza Gochome, driving into the parking lot of a complex building. Then the two took the elevator to the 20th floor. After getting out of the elevator, there was a long corridor. At the end of the corridor was a closed double door with two security guards. "Inspector Morishita, what is this place?" Aoyama Hidenobu asked knowingly, but he had already guessed in his heart that it must be a private club specially used to entertain dignitaries. But the level shouldn't be that high. After all, Morishita Isamu is qualified to bring himself here. A truly high-end club will definitely have entry requirements, and membership is by invitation only.
"Heaven." Morishita Yong turned around and smiled meaningfully. Without waiting for him to speak, he grabbed his arm and said, "Let's go. You'll know when you get in." When they arrived at the door, Isamu Morishita showed a membership card. Aoyama Hidenobu noticed that the silver-white card had the word "Paradise" printed in English. It turned out that Isamu Morishita was not being mysterious, and this club was really called Paradise. After checking the membership card, the two security guards bowed and opened the door without asking Aoyama Hidenobu any questions. Behind the door was a corridor and a huge crystal wall? Or was it a glass wall? Aoyama Hidenobu couldn't tell what it was made of. The name of the club was printed on the wall. On both sides of the corridor, there was a row of bunny girls wearing black silk jumpsuits and high heels standing against the wall. Each of them was tall and good-looking. Aoyama Hidenobu had a ruler-like eye and it seemed that all of them were above C. Although he owns two E-Class cars. But the C-Class is actually pretty good. "welcome." The bunny girls on both sides bowed in unison. The moment they bent down, their plump, white breasts seemed to be about to pop out, making people want to help them. A bunny girl with a sweet smile on her face was about to come forward to greet the two people, but was driven away by Morishita Isamu. "Don't be sad, Aoyama-kun. This place is not short of women." Morishita Isamu even tried to comfort Aoyama Hidenobu and introduced: "This club is run by Koreans, and all the girls inside are from Korea. The boss claims to give Koreans who come to Japan a chance to earn their own living, but in fact, they are all fucking eating our **, and they are hired as prostitutes with high salaries." He became coarse and vulgar after entering the club, perhaps he got used to releasing his evil side here. After all, you have to pretend to be a gentleman outside, and pretending for too long will put a lot of pressure on you, so you have to release it frequently. This is why many upper-class people like to do obscene things. Their threshold is high, and when they are under too much pressure, only the perverted ways of playing that are considered perverted by normal people can give them a sense of relaxation. "So, this boss is a bad guy, he deliberately cheats his own compatriots to please other people." Aoyama Hidenobu commented lightly. Morishita Isamu laughed, "I think so too, but he is trying to please us, so it's okay, this is their internal problem, it has nothing to do with us consumers, we just have to have fun." After passing through the inner corridor, a hall behind a glass wall suddenly appeared in front of us. Perhaps because it was still early, there were not many customers. Bunny girls wearing black stockings were walking around in the crowd, and they would cooperate with the occasional pinching of their buttocks and breasts while laughing. Is this a developed country? Damn this evil capitalist society. Aoyama Hidenobu fell in love. Morishita Isamu took him across the hall to a private room numbered 102, then pushed the door open and entered. Aoyama Hidenobu discovered that there was already someone inside. A middle-aged man in his early forties, wearing a black shirt and slicked-back hair, was pressing a bunny girl on the sofa. He didn't stop even when he noticed someone coming in, and continued to concentrate on his own work. Aoyama Hidenobu looked at Morishita Isamu in confusion. Morishita Yong signaled him not to be anxious, then took him into the private room and sat down on the sofa on the other side. Aoyama Hidenobu guessed that the reason why Morishita Isamu invited him here today might be related to this slicked-back hair. Usually, a man who can mate calmly in front of others either has some background or some serious illness. Aoyama Hidenobu couldn't figure out where he came from, so he could only wait. After another three to five minutes, the man with the slicked-back hair shuddered and hugged the woman tightly without moving. After a few dozen seconds, he let go of the woman and said, "Get out." "Hi!" The bunny girl didn't even bother to put on her clothes. She picked up her high heels on the ground, bowed to Aoyama Hidenobu and Morishita Isamu, then hurried away with her head down, carefully closing the door. The man with the slicked-back hair pulled up his trousers, took a few gulps from the bottle, and said to Aoyama Hidenobu as if nothing had happened, "Sorry for the wait."
Not really, you're pretty fast. Aoyama Hidenobu complained in his heart. "Mr. Aoyama, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Yamada Yuyuki, the head of the Personnel Division of the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office." Morishita Isamu introduced, pointing at the man with the slicked-back hair. Aoyama Hidenobu quickly stood up and bowed, saying respectfully, "It turns out to be Section Chief Yamada." He couldn't understand why the other party was looking for him. Prosecutors in the Affairs Bureau are generally not directly responsible for cases, but their power is not small, especially since this guy is the head of the Personnel Division. Since ancient times, no matter what department it is, as long as the person in charge of personnel has a say. "Mr. Aoyama, sit down." Yamada Yuzhi raised his hand and pressed it down, leaning back on the sofa, his shirt collar and tie were crooked, looking like a gangster, and picked up the wine glass casually, "Mr. Aoyama is a rising star in the police force. I have heard of your name for a long time in the past month. Let me toast you with this glass of wine." "Hi!" Aoyama Hidenobu, who had just sat down, quickly stood up with his wine glass and clinked it with Yamada Takeyuki's, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. Yamada Yuzhi smiled at the scene, took a sip and put down his glass, "I heard that Aoyama-kun's career as a police officer was not smooth before, but fortunately he got back on track. He must be a smart man, and smart people don't beat around the bush. The purpose of my inviting you here is very simple. Please give me the things that Aoyama-kun took from the home of the famous inspector in Nakayama." Aoyama Hideshige was shocked and guessed that the other party was talking about those photos, but he didn't understand why Yamada Takeyuki knew of the existence of those photos. "I can see that Aoyama-kun is confused." Yamada Yuzhi smiled and took the initiative to explain to him, "We just recently determined that Zhongshan Minggui had hidden something that shouldn't have been hidden. We should have asked him for it, but he died unexpectedly. We couldn't find it when we went to his house. Aoyama-kun even found the surveillance host hidden in the ceiling of the study. I guess the thing should be in your hands." "Hi!" Aoyama Hidenobu nodded in acknowledgement. After all, the other party has confirmed that the photo is in his hands. If he refuses to admit it, he will make an enemy. What's more, he doesn't even know who the old man in the photo is. Now it is worth it to use the photo to exchange for the friendship of a prosecutor. He also noticed that Yamada Yuyuki just used the word "we", which means that he did not want this photo. He did not represent himself, but a group of people behind him. Of course, Aoyama Hidenobu had to know the current situation. Seeing Aoyama Hidenobu being so considerate, Yamada Yuzhi smiled even more, "Yoshi! Aoyama-kun is a promising man. We will definitely meet again in the future. What happened today has laid a good foundation of trust for the future. To be honest, it's useless for you to keep that thing. It will only bring you trouble. It's a wise choice to give it to me." "Hi!" Aoyama Hidenobu responded again, and then raised his head, "As Section Chief Yamada said, I didn't know what was inside at first. I found out after I took it home. I knew I couldn't show it to anyone, and I couldn't dispose of it casually. It was like a hot potato. Handing it over to you, Excellency, can also be regarded as putting an end to my worries." "Mr. Aoyama, do you know who the person in the photo is?" Yamada Yuyuki asked casually. "I don't know." Aoyama Hidenobu shook his head, and then added, "I don't want to know either." “Hahahaha! Aoyama-kun, you really are a smart man.” Yamada Yuzhi laughed, then looked at Morishita Isamu, “Now that we have discussed the serious matters, it’s time for Aoyama-kun to relax, Morishita-kun.” "Hi!" Isamu Morishita immediately got up and went out. Yamada Yuzhi said to Aoyama Hidenobu, "Today, Aoyama-kun, you are the guest. You can choose first later." "Hi! Thank you, Section Chief Yamada." A moment later, Isamu Morishita came back, and with him came seven young women, all dressed in different styles, but all very beautiful. "I want her!" In order to show that he is the same as them, Aoyama Hidenobu, who has always been chaste and averse to women, pretended to be impatient and lustful, and pointed at the woman on the far left and said. Both Morishita Isamu and Yamada Yuyuki were confused. The woman he chose also stood there in a daze. (End of this chapter)