Chapter Twenty-Seven: Behind the Scenes
Uesugi Kiyoshi was full of confidence when he said this, and there was a trace of unruly on his face that was difficult to see, and the fierce momentum of the swordsman was fleeting, but it also made a small star appear in the eyes of Nohara Kyoko, who was obsessed with Uesugi Kiyoshi's side face.
Kudo Yuichi is not surprised, it is normal for powerful people to speak arrogantly.
"Okay, tomorrow I'll go to Tokyo University to visit a few of my father's old friends, don't bring my subordinates, you accompany me, let's take a little detour, and I'll find someone to spread the news tonight."
"The stupid pig of the Yamamoto family and the remnants of the Genkai are not people who can bear the strings, and it is estimated that it is not a big problem to fool them into biting the hook."
"Hey, you can get ready, my net worth and life are entrusted to you."
"Not to mention that they may use thermal weapons tomorrow, don't underestimate Yuan Qingye, that's not a simple person."
"No matter how wasteful Yuan Longhai is, he is also a branch of the Genji, although he is a branch of the family, he also has the qualification of the surname Yuan."
"He has been collecting money for half his life, and he has basically invested in his son, and Genqing has also been tested for extraordinary qualifications since he was a child, so he was sent by his father to the Genji headquarters in Kyoto to practice, and he can't go back to Tokyo once a year, you should know that cultivators who cultivate their bodies still rely on [resources], and some transcendent things are worth a lot of money, but they can always be bought in yen."
"With the full support of his father, Genharu is also well-known in Kyoto, and he is also ranked among the younger generation of Genji."
"I've even heard... He was given the right to use a certain [Ghost Cut]. ”
"Genji is already known for his skill in forging oni cuts, and with their clan's swordsmanship, as well as the mysterious Onibei, they are a tricky opponent."
Kudo Yuichi is bitter, but the focus of Uesugi Kiyoshi is not here.
"Given the right to use [Oni Cut]?"
Swallowing another mochi, the smile on Kiyoshi Uesugi's face suddenly became a little strange.
"That's too polite."
"Come on, come on, what else do you want to bring..."
This is brainless words Kudo Yu understands in a second, Uesugi Kiyoshi has planned the acquisition of the loot, he shook his head a little crying and laughing, but he didn't say anything.
It was just a routine kind reminder from him, and to be honest, when he saw Uesugi Kiyoken slashing the gods, he didn't have any doubts about this friend's "combat power".
And the "Genji" in Kyoto and the Collectibles Association were not friends in the first place.
After pondering for a moment, Uesugi Kiyoshi seemed to think of something, and frowned, "Genji is an ancient family, right?" Will they do it through other channels? Like what... Political circles? ”
Uesugi Kiyoshi's concern is not unreasonable, Genji is one of the most despised surnames in Japan, it is one of the surnames given by the Japanese imperial family when it is reduced to vassalage, and it is usually given to the prince and princess who are demoted to the status of vassals, which means that it is the same origin, the founder of the Kamakura Shogunate, Minamoto Yoritomo, and the Ashikaga clan of the Muromachi Shogunate. Even the Tokugawa clan of the Edo shogunate can trace its origins back to a branch of the Seiwa Genji.
This is an out-and-out "noble" surname.
Japan is also a country where the "privileged class" is rampant, and this has been the case since ancient times.
Yuichi Kudo shook his head disapprovingly and said with a smile, "Uesugi-sama, times have changed. ”
"Today's Japan is the Japan of the chaebol, not the Japan of the aristocracy."
"What this country has the final say now is those big businessmen who have turned over and become the masters, the four major chaebols before, and the six major chaebols now, who divide the profits of any industry, and those aristocrats, Chinese, and politicians, in front of the power of money, have to bow their heads."
"I want to eat."
"Genji, Fujiwara, Taira, Tachibana... These are old antiques, and we don't need to be afraid of them. ”
"Even if they have a certain amount of supernatural power... That's not to be afraid of. ”
"Aren't the chaebols and political parties holding Heiankyo and the Shinsengumi firmly in their hands just to guard against them? They're more constrained, and it's not as troublesome as you think. ”
"If the one, two, three, or four groups come to find trouble, our collection association is still a little jealous, the tears of these times... Don't take it to heart - Akutagawa will hold on to something~"
Unbeknownst to him, Ryunosuke Akutagawa took another cauldron.
Uesugi Kiyoshi continued to ask with interest, "One, two, three, four... What is it? ”
Kudo Yuichi was a little puzzled at first, then stroked his forehead slightly, and suddenly realized: "Yes... It's normal that you don't usually deal with such behemoths, and you don't understand them. ”
"There were four top chaebols in this country before, all of them have a profound history, some are long-standing daimyo royal merchants, some are in charge of shipping, and some are pirates, and some have made a lot of war fortune after the war, started with military industry, and changed to other industries, and they are prosperous."
"After the Great Depression, two more chaebols have risen up to compete with these old chaebols."
"The surnames of those wealthy families with a long history are very interesting, and they are exactly one, two, three, four, and I don't know if it is the arrangement of fate."
"Ichinose, Nikaido, Mitsui, Shinomiya."
"The rising stars are Phoenix Temple and Mitarai."
"These six surnames basically represent everything in this country - Japan is a country of chaebol."
Yuichi Kudo repeated the words.
Uesugi Kiyoshi said thoughtfully, "I see, then behind the Collectibles Association..."
Regarding Uesugi Kiyoshi's thinking reaction speed, Yuichi Kudo is not surprised.
He smiled: "This is not a secret, and I won't hide it from you, in fact, the rise of the Collectibles Association and Dongwenjue is almost the same, they are all taking advantage of the situation and riding the east wind!" ”
"When the headquarters of the Collectibles Association approached the Akutagawa family, who had a huge influence in the literary world, they were only willing to give [technology], and now most of the true knowers of the association are sent by the headquarters, but other than that, they don't give us any support."
"It just so happened that at that time, the Transcendental Organization was just flourishing, and both Shinsengumi and Heiankyo belonged to the [official forces] at the earliest, and it was not surprising that they were infiltrated by political parties and chaebols, and the two emerging chaebols were excluded by them, so they were like supporting a force to confront them."
"They all value supernatural powers."
"It just so happens that the party of my old man's family is supported by the political donations of the Phoenix Temple and the Mitarai, and that is the father of the gold owner."
"Akutagawa and I have known each other since childhood, and our personal relationship is not bad, we discussed it, hit it off, and are ready to play a big ticket."
"My family's sphere of influence is the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, which is different from the National Police Agency, which is administratively under the jurisdiction of local governments and is supervised by the National Public Safety Commission of Japan, which is directly responsible to the Cabinet..."
He looked at Kiyoshi Uesugi's confused eyes and sighed.
"Anyway... The Transcendental Organization under the National Police Agency is the Shinsengumi, and it is basically the eagle dog of the old chaebols, and the two chaebols that flourished later stood behind us in order to support the supernatural forces and political forces to fight against them. ”
"Concise enough!"
Uesugi Kiyoshi ate all the refreshments, took the thermos cup that Nohara Apricot had been holding in his arms, drank half a glass of water happily, and breathed a long sigh of relief, but muttered to himself.
"Phoenix Temple..."
"Why does this surname sound familiar?"