"Very good." Tomohiko Uesugi nodded with satisfaction, "I will take action after I go back to tidy up and deal with the things in the meeting. When I return to the Black Dragon Building, you must call your granddaughter over immediately."
After seeing Sato nodding in agreement, Tomohiko Uesugi pulled out a few more tissues, wiped his face, and continued to ask: "During the time I left, nothing happened in the meeting, right?"
Sato was stunned for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say it. He just answered formulaically: "...No."
"That's good." Uesugi Tomohiko wiped his face and rolled down the car window to get some air.
The vermilion sun rises from the distant horizon.
The long night of fighting ended and a new day dawned in Tokyo.
Tomohiko Uesugi looked directly at the sun and sighed: "The sunrise is so beautiful. I really hope to see such a beautiful sunrise tomorrow."
"Yes." Sato agreed.
"But the reason why we can see such a beautiful sunrise is based on the premise that many people will never see the sunrise the next day." Uesugi Tomohiko continued to use metaphors to hit Sato, "You should also be thinking May you continue to see this beautiful sunrise.”
Sato was silent.
Tomohiko Uesugi smiled and didn't ask any more questions. He turned his head away and continued to look at the sunrise.
Tomohiko Uesugi looked at the priest's stronghold in the distance that he burned to the ground in order to eliminate the evidence. The black smoke rising from the stronghold shot straight into the sky, and it even seemed to overshadow the sunrise.
Looking at the rising black smoke, it is obvious that a house next to the stronghold has been set alight. This place is already on the outskirts of the Tokyo metropolitan area. Most of the houses are still wooden houses built in the last century. With just one light, it is foreseeable that there will be A large number of houses were affected by the fire.
After all, although most of the houses here and the old cities in the core six districts still retain most of the wooden buildings, the reason why they do not rebuild comfortable reinforced concrete houses here is just because they are poor. Precisely because of poverty, most of them do not have the money to install fire protection. facilities.
——But what does that have to do with me?
——The death of a stranger is not as important as my covering up the evidence. These people at the bottom deserve to die, but they are relieved.
Tomohiko Uesugi mocked in his heart and raised the car window.
In the lane opposite to the limousine he was riding in, ambulances, fire trucks and Metropolitan Police Department cars were speeding past, followed by several vehicles with the Yin Yang Liao logo.
In Tokyo today, there will indeed be many people who will never see the sun again the next day.
But what does it matter? Tokyo is still the most developed urban area in Yingzhou, and its rich resources attract people from all over Yingzhou, and even from outside Yingzhou, to flock to this city.
The dead are like firewood that maintains the operation of this brightly lit city, constantly filling the furnace called "Tokyo".
Everyone in this city takes this for granted, whether they are struggling in a small tenement house or a person in an open office on the top floor of a skyscraper overlooking the entire city. I think so from the bottom of my heart.
Even the people who were filled in as firewood thought this way. They only hoped that the firewood was not themselves, but they never wanted the firewood to disappear.
But this is wrong.
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Uesugi Tomohiko's car drove into the underground parking lot of the Black Dragon Building, where his secretary had already been waiting.
"Prepare a set of my clothes, I want to change." Uesugi Tomohiko ordered to the secretary who opened the car door.
After seeing the secretary's nod, Tomohiko Uesugi turned to Sato and said, "Come and settle down Ms. Kujo. Ask the black clinics you are in charge of to send a few people with medical licenses to pay attention to Ms. Kujo's health at all times. Safety."
"I understand." Sato nodded.
"By the way, what is that guy Utsumi doing?" Tomohiko Uesugi asked as he got out of the car.
"If Assistant Wakatou is in the conference room right now, he should be in a meeting." The secretary checked the location information and replied.
"Call him here." Uesugi Tomohiko said, and he had to admit that such highly educated people who came out of majors are really useful and can manage the Black Dragon Club in an orderly manner.
But Utsumi's background has long made the old people in the club very unhappy. Uesugi Tomohiko has long planned to throw him away for retirement after working for a long time, and he can't disobey the energetic old people in the club. After all, they still need to rely on their connections to maintain the existence of the Black Dragon Society.
However, you still have to use it now, as long as it is used smoothly. Although taking the inner sea away is a fixed matter, it is also a matter of the future. It would be a big loss if we don't squeeze out his use value now.
When Sato heard Utsumi's name, his heart moved slightly, but it did not show on his face. Instead, he turned around and helped Kujo down, placed him in the Black Dragon Building, and noted it in the management system written by someone for Utsumi. Information related to Kujo was temporarily sent to two teams of armed personnel to guard it through the electronic system.
The weak AI built into the management system immediately completed the scheduling calculation, woke up the armed personnel on standby, and sent the task to their personal terminals.
An hour later, Utsumi wrote down Uesugi Tomohiko's arrangements for things within the group, left his office, and returned to his own office. After putting down the documents, he went straight to the conference room next to him and continued the unfinished meeting. .
The management system also marked his location as a conference room in the system based on the positioning of Neihai's personal terminal.
Sato saw the change in the location information and ordered several doctors called from his black clinic to continue the biological restoration of Kujo. He left the room on the grounds that he had to go to various toilets and went to the conference room where Utsumi was.
In the conference room, Utsumi was scolding his new subordinates.
"Ishimura." Utsumi called the new subordinate in front of him who had just finished plastic surgery, and asked, "Has the third payment in the third process not been found yet?"
"No." The man named Ishimura replied calmly, but he could not have drastic emotional changes due to plastic surgery.
This man named Ishimura is the debtor who had one of his fingers cut off by Tomohiko Uesugi at the beach last night. Originally, according to the agreement, Utsumi needed to send him to a black clinic to have his organs cut off, but because he was Utsumi’s senior at university , and because he did have some abilities, he was secretly preserved by Neihai, and he straightened up and worked under his subordinates.
Ishimura's ability is really good. He has already figured out the process within a few hours of arriving. Because the original managers of the Black Dragon Club were all old-timers, Inland Sea was really short of manpower, so he readily handed over some tasks to him. .
"Is there something wrong with the middleman?" someone asked next to him.
"It's possible, Ishimura, go check it out and hurry up." Utsumi thought for a while and ordered.
"Understood, I will definitely investigate thoroughly." Ishimura nodded and said.
Just as Utsumi was preparing to discuss the next topic, Sato opened the door and walked in: "Utsumi, I have something to tell you."
Ishimura's eyes lit up when he looked at Utsumi who walked in.
