Chuo-ku, Tokyo.

Yoshida's apartment, the door is closed, and the inside is filled with smoke.

The floor of the spacious living room was a mess, with biscuit bags, drink cans, beer bottles, dirty clothes, smelly socks, and other miscellaneous items thrown everywhere.

On top of this mess is a big whiteboard, which is densely filled with words and drawings, and when you look closer, the posture seems to be a simple picture drawn by the police uncles when analyzing the case in a police movie.

At this moment, Yoshida Masayoshi, who has a scruffy beard and a tired and disheveled face, is nibbling on the takeaway he just ordered, while holding a pen to write and draw on the whiteboard, and stopping to think for a while from time to time, looking through the information, very devoted.

Yoshida is an ordinary financial analyst at the Securities and Exchange Surveillance Commission under the Financial Services Agency of the island countries.

These days, when Yoshida analyzes this month's stock trading candlestick chart, he finds that he instinctively has a very bad feeling about some of these transactions.

This is the most unique instinct of a financial analyst, and he also believes in this instinct very much, because since he entered this profession, he has been succeeded and honored again and again by a vague and mysterious feeling that seems to others to be the chief financial analyst of the Securities and Exchange Commission of the Financial Services Agency.

Now his sixth sense tells him that there must be a great hidden danger, even a conspiracy, behind these seemingly bland candlestick charts.

However, because of the lack of specific numbers and analysis of intelligence data, it is difficult for him to draw an accurate conclusion.

Therefore, on the one hand, he buried this uneasiness deep in his heart, and on the other hand, he used his spare time to collect relevant information through various ways that he could contact the Tao.

Of course, in order to clarify the doubts and uneasiness in his heart, Yoshida Masayoshi also specially learned the stupid bird that flew first.

He used his rest time to carefully analyze all the transactions in the past three months, and then made a detailed assessment and verification of the information and materials of the companies that had problems that made him feel uneasy.

These days were Yoshida's personal vacations, but because he didn't solve the doubts in his heart, he canceled his plans to go on vacation to Hokkaido with his wife.

The long-awaited vacation was canceled, and his wife, in a fit of rage, invited a few girlfriends to go to the house in style, leaving Yoshida Masayoshi to live the life of an otaku at home.

However, Yoshida has nothing to do with this, and now his mind is on the dense and complex interpersonal and company diagrams on the tabula rasa in front of him.

He stood in front of the whiteboard, with his hands in his arms, a cigarette in his mouth, squinting his eyes, and pacing constantly, looking like an old god was there, not knowing what he was thinking.

“…… Yamashita-kun, you're too naïve, can you believe the words of the Shina people. Do you remember what the princeling in China said to the media not long ago? He didn't ask the Black Dragon Society to give him an explanation, or else he would give the Black Dragon Society a good look, but what do you think about it now? The Black Dragon Society is not as beautiful as it ......."

It turned out that Yoshida Masayoshi was pacing, and he accidentally stepped on it, dropped it on the TV remote control on the ground, and turned on the TV at once.

The two experts on TV were all red-faced.

"Black Dragon Society."

These three sons struck Yoshida Masayoshi like a bolt of lightning, who was frowning and thinking hard.

At this moment, he suddenly found that the companies and enterprises he wrote on the whiteboard were more or less inextricably linked with the Black Dragon Society, and he didn't know that the Black Dragon Society held a stake in it, or it was an upstream or downstream enterprise that had business with the Black Dragon Society's industries.

He pinched off the cigarette that had burned a lot in his hand in the delicate crystal ashtray, and then waved his fist and thought excitedly: It is really hard to find a place to step on the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there.

Unexpectedly, an unintentional sentence actually helped him open the door to discover the secret in a flash.

Thinking of this, he went to the computer desk in the study, pulled the messy pile of materials scattered on the computer desk on the ground, and at the same time sat on the chair, crackling on the keyboard, called up all the materials from the number of the financial department, and read it carefully.

"That's right, it's the Black Dragon Society."

Three days later, when his wife Haruko Ogawa and her girlfriends returned home from their vacation, she opened the door and saw that the room was a mess, full of smoke, and the air was filled with all kinds of smells, which made her do evil.

If it weren't for the sight of her emaciated, no longer humanoid husband sitting in front of the computer, his red eyes crackling intently on the keyboard, she would have thought she had accidentally walked into someone else's room, or into a garbage collection site.

Known as a cleanliness fetish, she was about to go crazy at that moment.

"Yoshida, what the hell are you doing?" She was about to be furious, but when she saw her husband's haggard appearance, she couldn't help suppressing the anger in her heart and said angrily.

At this time, Yoshida Masayoshi was still immersed in his own world, and he didn't notice that there was another person in his room, still crackling and knocking there, not smoking a cigarette and drinking coffee to refresh himself.

Haruko Ogawa couldn't help but come behind him with a smile, glanced at the contents, shook her head helplessly, and then retreated softly.

She is familiar with her husband's temperament and temperament, she knows that at this moment, even if the sky falls, her husband will still be indifferent, if she makes herself strong to disrupt him, then her husband, who has always been mild-tempered, will definitely roar at herself, and if she doesn't do it, she will beat herself up and stage a tragedy of domestic violence, she is convinced of this, after all, there has been such a time, and the painful experience can be described as a deep memory.

"Smack."

I don't know how much time has passed, Yoshida Masayoshi knocked on the enter key in a chic manner.

"Whew, it's finally done." He took a long breath of the book, then carefully checked it again, and after making sure that there were no mistakes, he turned on the printer and printed out what he had been typing for days.

"Why are you going?" Seeing Yoshida Masayoshi walking out of the study with a briefcase, Haruko Ogawa, who was cleaning up the room in an apron, couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Well, I'm going to the Financial Services Agency. Well, you're back? Yoshida replied first, and then asked in surprise.

"You know, I've been back for more than two hours." Hearing her husband's words, Haruko Ogawa couldn't help but pout.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't see that." Yoshida Masayoshi was embarrassed to come forward and hug his wife, kissing her forehead and said.

"Hey, it stinks, go take a shower, I've already put hot water for you." Haruko Ogawa said thoughtfully.

"Don't wait until I get back." Yoshida was so excited that he couldn't stay still for a moment.

"You don't look at what time it is, are you going to have someone in the hall now?" Haruko Ogawa pointed to the sky outside and said with disgust.

"Hehe, these days, I'm so busy that I don't have a sense of time." Yoshida said in a bad way.

"Okay, go take a hot shower, relax, you look at the unshaven beard and haggard don't look like this, even if it's working time, you can't go to see your chief like this." Haruko Ogawa said softly.

"Okay, wash it first, but you'll have to wash it with me." Yoshida said with a lustful expression.

"Virtue." Haruko Ogawa glanced at her husband angrily, but her legs walked in the direction of the bathroom.

"Hahaha." Seeing this, Yoshida Masayoshi couldn't help but smile happily and walked briskly after him.

Early the next morning.

Yoshida Masayoshi came to the Financial Services Agency early with his masterpieces of the past few days, found his immediate boss Naoto Sugawara, and respectfully handed him the report hidden in his briefcase.

Naoto Sugawara took it and looked at it roughly, and said disdainfully: "Yoshida-kun, you are also making a big fuss, just based on a few cruel words and a small normal fluctuation in the stock market, you think that he is going to be disadvantageous to the financial situation of our island country, it is really a joke." ”

"Uh, sir, I have ample proof," Yoshida replied.

"Okay, needless to say, I've read all your reports, all of them are your guesses, and there are not a few jù and exact information to support it, don't you be too sensitive, are you too tired at the last stage, do you want to give Yoshida a vacation again, go back and recuperate, you see that you are not emaciated." Sugawara said with a smile.

"No, sir, I really have this hunch that they will definitely do something to our financial markets in the short term, and we have to prepare in advance for the coming shock." Yoshida insisted.

"Hehe, don't worry, no, it's not that I look down on it, just because those people want to make trouble in our stock market, it's really a fool's dream, they are not qualified enough, and they don't have this level." Sugawara is humane.

"But ......"

"Okay, don't do it, I still have something to report to the director, so I won't talk nonsense with you." Seeing what Yoshida Masayoshi wanted to say, Naoto Sugawara was a little displeased, so he coldly found an excuse and said.

"Huh." Seeing this, Yoshida Masayoshi couldn't help but smile bitterly and sighed.

I didn't expect that I had worked hard for more than a week to get such a result, and I was really unwilling.

Although I want to report to the boss above, in the hierarchical society of the island country, it is simply impossible to report to the higher levels.

So I had to go back with a disappointed thing.

But he was unwilling, so he took all the information areas to find His Excellency the Director, but fortunately, he had already prepared and handed over another report that had already been typed to the Director of the Hall.

But the results made him angry.

The director of the hall didn't even look at it and threw it directly in the trash, and at the same time looked at him coldly and said, "Forget it this time, remember not to skip the level in the future." Otherwise......"

Otherwise, this means that everyone understands.

"Yaga." After returning to his office, Yoshida closed the doors and windows, kicked the humanoid sandbag in the corner, and scolded very unpleasantly.

"What a bunch of bureaucrats, and the future of the island nation is ruined in their hands.

ps: This month, the king of soldiers is very miserable, and the flower list is gone. Jian Yun knew that this was all caused by his poor update, but Jian Yun had to be cheeky and ask for a few flowers, hoping that the brothers would help Jian Yun get back on the list, thank you.