Chapter 111: Be on Guard Against Others, Toys and Tools "Baga! How do you drive?" Aoyama Hidenobu was already very angry, but when he saw clearly who was rear-ending him, he became even more angry. The driver who rear-ended him was a female, probably in her early twenties, with a ponytail, a white baseball cap, and a white short-sleeved shirt. Her round chest was high in arc, and because it was too big, traces of the pattern of her underwear could be vaguely seen on the surface of the short-sleeved shirt. The lower body is wearing a pair of denim shorts, and the two long white legs are stepping on a pair of sneakers. The beauty is sexy yet powerful, and full of sporty atmosphere. He also wanted to retaliate by rear-ending her once. "Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'm sorry for causing you trouble. I'm willing to compensate you for your loss." The woman bowed and apologized repeatedly. Every time I bend down, my conscience trembles. The waves are rough. Aoyama Hidenobu took a look and saw that one of the taillights was broken. He said, "Just give me 100,000 yen."

"One hundred thousand? Sure." The woman agreed immediately and took out her wallet from the car. After opening the wallet, her expression froze. She took out a few thousand yen and said embarrassedly, "That's all I have. How about you leave me your phone number and I'll send it to you later?" As if afraid that Aoyama Hidenobu wouldn't believe him, he quickly took out a business card and said, "This is my business card. Don't worry, I will never default on my debt." Aoyama Hidenobu reached out and took the business card. It turns out that this woman's name is Matsumoto Gardenia. He is a reporter for the Asahi Shimbun Sports Channel. Asahi Shimbun was founded in 1879 and is currently one of the most influential newspapers in Japan. It’s just a pity that this woman is a sports reporter rather than a political reporter, otherwise Aoyama Hidenobu would have looked up to her. After all, political reporters are quite influential. Political journalists are also called fan reporters. They specialize in following politicians and reporting on them. They not only have high incomes, but also have high social status. "This is my business card." Aoyama Hidenobu put away Matsumoto Gardenia's business card and took out his own business card. "Hi!" Matsumoto Gardenia took it with both hands, bowed and said, "I will definitely pay you back as soon as possible." Aoyama Hidenobu nodded, got in the car and left. "Good morning, Vice Minister." "Good morning, Vice Minister." Entering the department office, Aoyama Hidenobu handed Matsumoto Gardenia's business card to Fujimoto Ryoichi and said, "Check who this woman has met and contacted recently." It's not that he has paranoia, but he has only seen the routine of being rear-ended by a beautiful woman in novels. If he encounters it himself, he still has to be careful. After all, he has offended a lot of people recently. The heart of defense is indispensable! Besides, the price he asked for was 100,000 yen, which was obviously an exorbitant amount, but Matsumoto Gardenia agreed without raising any questions. And judging from the car she was driving and the few thousand yen in her wallet, it was obvious that she was not very well off, so this was very suspicious. If he wants to criticize something, he will only criticize something that is safe and harmless.

"Hi!" Fujimoto Ryoichi stood up and responded. At the same time, Tokyo Metropolitan Detention Center. The detention center is both a detention center and a prison for prisoners, and it also contains an execution ground for executions. As the side door of the detention center slowly opened. Four men came out one after another. "This is the shortest time we've been inside." The young man with yellow hair said with some emotion. Another gentleman wearing glasses pushed up his glasses frame and said, "Yeah, I'm still a little uncomfortable with it." As frequent visitors to the detention center, they had to stay there for a year or two each time. This time, they only stayed there for a month, and they felt a little reluctant to leave. After all, everyone there is talented, speaks well, and has the same interests as them. They firmly believe that working has no future and will never work. "Brother, didn't you say someone would come to pick us up today?" The middle-aged man with a flat head stretched his neck and looked around, looking at Noda with long hair. This group of people was the Noda entrepreneurial team who robbed a bank a month ago but was intercepted by their peers. As a result, they were thrown into the detention center by Aoyama Hidenobu and detained for a month. Now that one month has passed, I am back again. Noda shook his hair, which had grown long after being detained in the detention center for a month. He frowned and was about to speak when he saw an Audi sedan driving over. The car stopped in front of the four people, and then the driver's window opened. Xiao Lin stuck his head out and shouted: "Noda-kun, and everyone else, congratulations on regaining your freedom. Get in the car. I've already arranged a place for you to be welcomed. Let's go now!" "Get in the car." Noda sat in the passenger seat. The other three younger brothers were squeezed in the back row. The Audi sedan restarted and drove away. Noda looked at Kobayashi, who was dressed in a suit and looked very respectable, and raised his hand to touch the car door. He said with envy, "Kobayashi, you have become rich recently." Seeing that the brother who used to sleep on the upper bunk is doing so well is more painful than killing him. "Don't worry, you will have one soon." Xiao Lin laughed and said enthusiastically, "I've got you a new job. There will be huge benefits after it's done!" "Ahem." Upon hearing this, Noda's face suddenly became a little unnatural. After all, it was because of his cooperation with Kobayashi last time that he didn't get a penny and a brother died, which made him a little afraid of the other party. I feel like Xiaolin is a bit of a jinx to me. But the friendship was still there, so he politely declined, "Xiao Lin, this is it, we have been thinking about it for the past month and we don't want to do illegal things like robbing banks anymore, so we are going to try to be killers and specialize in resolving conflicts for others." This was indeed his real thought. Robbery was too risky and he would be rounded up at any time. He was lucky this time and only one person died and was imprisoned for a month. But what about next time? They met a killer in the detention center this month. They knew that if they became famous in this business, they would have a lot of business and make a lot of money. Moreover, compared with robbery in broad daylight, the risk was much smaller. Therefore, I plan to change the project and start a new business. "Oh, isn't this a coincidence?" Xiao Lin slapped the steering wheel happily, laughed, and said impatiently: "The job I'm going to introduce to you is killing people. Don't you think it's a coincidence, Noda-kun?"

"Is this... such a coincidence?" Noda was stunned for a moment and blinked his eyes. "Then let's chat?" It was just right for them to open a new business. And just when they were about to change their career, Xiaolin sent them a corresponding business. This showed that it was God's will, and God was looking after them. Killing someone is such a simple thing, so it shouldn't be as unlucky as last time with all kinds of problems, right? "No rush, we'll eat and talk at the same time." Xiao Lin said with a smile calmly. This made Noda itchy, after all, he had just got out and was penniless, so he had to make money as quickly as possible. He is still so motivated, it makes me cry. .............................. After get off work, Aoyama Hidenobu did not go home. Instead, he went to Mrs. Nohara's place. Because she called to say that the promotional advertisement for the automatic loan machine had been shot and invited him to go and see it. When Aoyama Hidenobu arrived, he saw that the gate of the Nohara family was open, so he drove straight in. "Mr. Aoyama." Nohara Ito was standing on the doorstep to greet them. She had obviously dressed up specially, wearing a black embroidered kimono, which made her look dignified and elegant, but on her feet she was not wearing white tabi, but black stockings. "Madam, it's been a while since we last met. You look more beautiful now." After getting out of the car, Aoyama Hidenobu did not walk towards her, but stood there with his arms open and smiling. Mrs. Nohara hesitated for a moment, but took the initiative to walk over and leaned into his arms. Suddenly, she noticed that the taillight of the Corolla was broken, so she took the initiative to say, "Mr. Aoyama, my late husband's Mercedes has been parked in the garage. You can use it." Now that the people are being used, the cars don't matter anymore. "In that case, I won't be polite." Aoyama Hidenobu agreed. He didn't drive the Mercedes before because he was afraid of being recognized, but now that Nohara Atsushi has been dead for so long, he has nothing to worry about. What's more, some people now know that he inherited Nohara Atsushi's wife, so what's wrong with driving his car? Aoyama Hidenobu walked into the house with his arm around Nohara Iren's slender waist. Halfway through, he simply untied her belt, and the kimono instantly fell apart. In an instant, spring comes. "what!" Nohara Iren was caught off guard, she screamed and covered her chest with her hands, blushing with shame and anger as she glared at Aoyama Hidenobu, "Mr. Aoyama, you..." This happened right in the yard. How embarrassing. "What are you afraid of? No one saw us, right?" Aoyama Hidenobu laughed, picked him up while he was screaming, walked into the house, and kicked the door shut. After entering the house, he tore off the kimono draped over Mrs. Nohara, leaving her with only her underwear and a pair of thin black stockings. Nohara Iren was so ashamed that her neck and ears turned pink, but she felt a little excited and aroused. She said, "Mr. Qingshan, you are really bullying me. How could you do this?" "Stop talking nonsense and show me the ad." Aoyama Hidenobu sat down on the sofa, put his legs on the coffee table like a big boss, and ordered. "Hi!" Nohara Ito bowed, then walked over to turn on the TV, then returned to Aoyama Hidenobu's side, knelt on the carpet, and began to peel an orange for him. Two women of different ages but similar looks appeared on the TV screen. They were wearing sexy business attire and smiling. With background music playing, they demonstrated the use of an automatic loan machine with exaggerated movements.

After the first film was over, Nohara Ito played the second film, which was about the two women dancing in bikinis among the flying banknotes. Nohara Ito explained that the first film was a promotional advertisement to be broadcast on TV, and the second was a picture that was often played on the screen of the automatic loan machine. I believe that anyone who passes by and sees the beauty dancing among the flying banknotes will stop to take a second look. Just one look and you might become a customer. "Who are those two women?" Aoyama Hidenobu became concerned after reading it. They looked like two sisters. And he looks more familiar with the younger one. Nohara Ito was a little surprised that he didn't know them, so she introduced them: "Nakayama Mihui and Nakayama Shinobu." Nakayama Mihui is already popular enough, but Nakayama Shinobu is still a long way behind, but she chose these two because of the gimmick that they are sisters and their good looks. "Very good." Aoyama Hidenobu nodded. Nohara Ito didn't know whether he was talking about the advertisement being good, or about Nakayama Mihui and Nakayama Shinobu being good. After hesitating for a moment, Nohara Ito suppressed the sadness in her heart and asked, "Sir, do you want to meet them? I can arrange it. Their company attaches great importance to this cooperation." After all, as long as the company is not stupid, it can see that the automatic loan machine will definitely become popular, and then the celebrity who serves as the spokesperson will also become popular. In the early stage, the celebrity makes the machine, and in the later stage, the machine makes the celebrity. "Just ask, no need to force me. I am their fan." Aoyama Hidenobu said reservedly. Don't ask him what he's into. Mainly fans of their fans. "Hi!" Although Nohara Ito felt a little blocked in her heart, she still agreed. Adults grow up very quickly, and she is no longer the naive full-time wife who knew nothing when her husband was still alive. She knew very well that everything she had now was given by Aoyama Hidenori, and that he had no shortage of women and would get tired of her one day. So in order to please him and be bound to him for a long time, in addition to becoming his business partner, she also had to find other beauties for him. Those women were just playthings, just tools for her to please Aoyama Hidenobu. They would not threaten her position, but would instead consolidate her position. Aoyama Hidenobu held her in his arms, "Madam, you are so considerate, how can I leave you?" It's not just Nohara Ito who needs to protect him. He also has to maintain a good relationship with the other party. If these female stars are toys in his eyes, then Mrs. Nohara is a tool in his eyes. You can replace toys when you get bored, but you can’t replace tools. Nohara Ito smiled when she heard this. "Dingling bell~Dingling bell~" Aoyama Hidenobu's cell phone suddenly rang. After Nohara Ito answered the call, she put it to his ear. "Moshimoshi, I'm Aoyama Hidenobu."

"Deputy Minister! Something happened!" (End of this chapter)