chapter151

Jinquansheng knows very little about Shanxiajing’s people.

The only information he and Matsuda Jinpei dug out bit by bit in the archives.

But Imaizumi Noboru will never forget how crazy the old man was who was sitting in a wheelchair and prepared to take the entire amusement park hostage to celebrate the coming-of-age ceremony of his late daughter.

The last time he went back in time was thirty-seven years ago; now when he woke up, fifteen years had become a blink of an eye.

In other words, he is now twenty-two years ago.

The young man who had just taken half a step out of the mansion suddenly stopped.

A ray of clear light flashed in the chaotic mind. After realizing something, those pair of meandering amber eyes suddenly opened wide!

Twenty-two years ago...!

He is now twenty-two years ago!!

[Wait a moment.] The pop-up window interrupted him at the right time.

That calm mechanical sound was inexplicably mixed with subtle meanings.

[I know what you are thinking. Once people really have the ability to go back to the past, they will find ways to make up for their regrets. This is normal, and I will not stop you.]

Twenty-two years ago, Imaizumi’s parents accidentally died in London in order to participate in an art exhibition organized by the famous painting tycoon Erast.

[But your parents are now in England - taking those two mysterious paintings with them.]

The young man's pupils shrank.

[But the good news is: it takes time for the judging team to select paintings, and there are still nearly two weeks before the official launch of the exhibition. They are currently sightseeing somewhere in London, nervously waiting for the judging results.]

Jin Quan Sheng was silent for a moment.

He took a deep breath, and his tone quickly became calm: "After saying so much, you actually just want me to finish things before leaving Japan, right?"

His expression was surprisingly peaceful, and only he knew it. He was so anxious that just a spark could ignite him: "Let's be honest, what do I want from Shanxiajing?"

【CD.】

"CD?" Imaizumi raised his eyebrows.

[A thing you have seen on the computer before.] The pop-up window said calmly: [We are going to take it away temporarily, and then add some secrets to it that only you and I know.]

And something like that will be destined to be copied by you personally one day in the future, and then entered into the public security system.

——In the end, it became one of the trump cards of "Imaizumi Noboru".

9:00 am

Kujukuri Town in Sanbu County is close to the ocean and is named after the Kujukuri Coast. It is rich in large quantities of seafood every year and is especially famous for sardines.

[Coincidentally, Yamashita I is still in charge of a certain beach in Kujukuri Town, looking after the place.]

Imaizumi Noboru remembered that Matsuda had said that the guy had traveled all the way to Chiba Prefecture in order to investigate the case. Only then did he know from the mouths of the older generation that the Yamashita Group started in Chiba many years ago, but in the early days it was just a gathering of Some low-life street gangsters.

Calculating the time, Shanxia Jing was probably only in his twenties at this time.

His daughter, who was played by fate and died young, has not yet been born.

At the entrance to this bathing beach called Asamori River, there is a section of higher hillside.

Imaizumi did not enter the play area rashly, but stood on the protruding corner of the hillside, folded his arms, and carefully observed the situation inside the field for a while.

The sun in the summer morning is not as strong as in the afternoon.

Even though it's only nine o'clock, the light-colored beach is already crowded with people. The beach volleyball is bustling with guests, and women in sexy swimsuits are throwing beach volleyballs at will. The white balls are flying over the barrier in one fell swoop, splashing large amounts of gravel; further away, Still interested

The excited boy squatted in front of the beach and built a castle. The shape of the castle looked clumsy and childish.

It looks surprisingly peaceful.

It seems to be no different from a common beach bathing place.

Imaizumi frowned and asked uncertainly: "That CD is in this sea area?"

[11 o'clock direction, look up.]

Imaizumi followed suit.

A building about three stories high fell into his eyes.

[There - the staff's office area.] The pop-up window said.

[In fact, Shanxiajing is now very poor and has no fixed place to live, so he can only live where he works.]

[The owner of Asamori River Beach did not choose regular security personnel for security. Instead, he hired a group of street organizations who hang out in the nearby seafood market all year round. 】

[The reason is very simple - the effect of watching the scene is huge, high quality and low price. 】

And that street organization happens to be headed by Yamashita I, a group of young people who are infinitely close to being unemployed.

Imaizumi looked away and said calmly: "Did you just say that there is a seafood market near the beach that is not too peaceful?"

The mechanical voice chuckled lightly.

【Yes, that's right.】

…

…

An hour later.

This time Imaizumi bought the ticket directly at the entrance and walked straight into the beach.

More than half of this sea area is surrounded by fences from the outside. If you want to enter the eye-catching office building, you can only enter through the entrance.

Now is the peak season for visiting the beach, and the number of tourists on the beach is only increasing. The deeper you go inward, the more crowded the crowds become.

After listening to a few words from the pop-up window, Noboru Imaizumi could roughly guess the reason for the mixed situation in the seafood market next door, so he made a special trip to the market and chatted with the vendors in the market.

Things went extremely smoothly and efficiently. This was all thanks to the wad of cash that Sharon Wynyard dumped on him before he left the house.

The mechanical voice in my mind blew a whistle that sounded very awkward. I don’t know whether it was admiring or mocking: [You would never do this kind of thing before.]

Imaizumi didn't have any special reaction to this, and Qingjun's facial features didn't change at all.

He only curled his lips coldly, but there was no smile in his eyes. He simply said in horror: "I'm in a hurry."

"Besides, conflicts will eventually be stirred up - and I just accelerated the process."

He knew very well that something about him was changing after the pop-up window took him back to the past.

These were changes that were taken for granted, subtle, and finally agreed to by him personally.

He has no way to fully act in the same position as he once did, not to mention that he is now carrying another inhuman body, which is not even "Imaizumi Noboru".

——But he will not forget his true intention.

Imaizumi didn't rush towards the office building. Instead, he wandered slowly on the beach for a while.

He put his hands in his coat pockets and walked along the coastline.

The sea breeze carries a faint smell of salt grains and smells extremely fresh; the distant seagulls spread their wings on the horizon, and their chirping sound is clear and unique, and even the noisy human voices cannot cover it up.

Then, a sudden shout was interspersed with the originally cheerful and cheerful crowd——

"Hey!! Bastard Songdao, get out of here——!!!" A rough voice accompanied by a rough/violent flick of the tongue.

Imaizumi Noboru only found out about it an hour ago.

The owner of this beach called Asamori River, whose surname is Matsushima.

I saw a man with a fishy smell and a beard who still had his work apron on, waving a wooden stick in his hand and shouting in the crowd.

After a while, more and more men wearing work clothes, tall and thick, stood upright with their cheeks

Behind Mr. Hu's back, he started shouting with him.

The surrounding tourists were shocked by the sound and fled away. Some timid guests even pulled the clothes of their fellow travelers with pale faces and whispered, "How about we go back?"

The bearded man looked around for a while, his expression became more and more irritable, and he shouted again: "Hey - Songdao!! Get the hell out of here!!!"

More and more eyes were attracted to this man dressed as a vendor, and Noboru Imaizumi's pace finally stopped slacking off.

He walked straight towards the office building standing not far away without looking back, with no intention of watching the excitement. This little incident didn't even cause him any surprise.

Of course, there is no need for Imaizumi Noboru to be surprised.

Because he personally found this group of people who were preparing to cause trouble from the seafood market.

He had just guessed that there was a conflict between this profitable sea area contracted by private parties and the seafood market next to it.

Most of the vendors in the seafood market are local fishermen, who naturally rely on catching seafood to sell to make a living. However, Imaizumi took a trip to the seafood market and learned that the sea area closest to the seafood market has long been occupied by the Asamori River Beach Bathing Beach. included in it.

Before the Asamori River Beach Bathing Beach was established, fishermen were engaged in fishing activities in this sea area; and the nearby fishable high seas are almost ten kilometers away from the seafood market. Even if you go fishing on the high seas, you still need to pay Higher transportation costs and time costs.

It is not that there are no fishermen who want to pay Songdao, the owner of this sea, and engage in long-term fishing - but Songdao is a particularly stingy person. The price he charges these fishermen is very high. After paying this money, I am afraid that These fishermen will be unable to make ends meet.

In short: The vendors in the seafood market have been unhappy with the boss of this sea area for a long time.

If you want to take away something from Shanxiajing, of course you have to take it away when Shanxiajing is not around - so as long as you spend some money and do some appropriate fanning, a large number of fishermen will come and cause trouble.
To be continued...