Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 558 - 372: Capital

Germany, Frankfurt, a certain five-star hotel.

This is the venue for the 27th European Financial Summit. Besides the political leaders from various countries, attendees also include the heads of global leading financial conglomerates, executives from international financial institutions, and investment magnates controlling trillions in capital.

The banquet hall on the hotel’s top floor has been temporarily converted into the main venue. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is Frankfurt’s city skyline, offering a captivating view.

The originally scheduled speaker for today, Fu Wentao, is not present in the venue. It’s not just him; absent alongside him are the leaders of Mitsubishi, SoftBank, and Seven&I.

These three companies are absolute giants in Japan, especially Seven&I, which operates 711 convenience stores globally and generated nearly $80 billion in revenue last year.

All of these absent leaders are currently gathered in a conference room on the 16th floor of the hotel, with Fu Wentao seated at the head.

"Everyone here is an old friend, so I won’t bother with unnecessary pleasantries."

"I called everyone here early because I have a matter to ask for your help with."

As Fu Wentao’s voice fell, Mitsubishi’s leader spoke first: "Mr. Fu, just tell us what you need; if we can manage it, we certainly won’t refuse."

SoftBank’s representative nodded along: "Fu Group’s operations in Europe have always been our guiding standard. We have no reason to refuse if President Fu encounters any issues."

"..."

Listening to their remarks, Fu Wentao nodded with satisfaction. Although he doesn’t have direct investments in Japan, he collaborates with many major companies there.

Not only with the three companies present at the summit, but also with Bridgestone and Nippon Steel, among others.

Hence, when he heard that Qi Yun was taken away, he had enough leverage to get him out.

Fu Wentao lightly tapped his fingers on the meeting table, glancing over at them: "My people had a conflict with Hatoyama Kiichi from the Hatoyama Clan and were taken away at the Kansai Airport in Japan. Allegedly, even the Self-Defense Forces were deployed."

"This incident happened just a few hours ago. I’d like to hear your suggestions."

After these brief statements, he fell silent, waiting for their reactions.

The meeting room instantly fell into silence.

The major figures caught two keywords from Fu Wentao’s words: Self-Defense Forces and Hatoyama Kiichi.

The Self-Defense Forces represent the Prime Minister, while Hatoyama Kiichi is backed by the Hatoyama Clan, a distinguished and influential family in Japan.

This matter sounds rather unusual...

After a long silence, the SoftBank representative asked thoughtfully: "What kind of outcome does President Fu desire?"

Fu Wentao leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands in front of him, and replied casually: "Just release the person."

Once he said this, the major figures visibly relaxed.

Japan is a capitalist country, and these people represent capital.

Each Prime Minister’s election requires massive funding. Where does the funding come from? It’s precisely from the sponsorship of these people.

Therefore, these financial magnates wield unimaginable influence in Japan. If you say they can easily determine national policy, that’s an exaggeration; but if they were to ask the Prime Minister to release someone, that’s relatively simple.

The only variable in this situation is the Hatoyama Clan. This clan holds substantial power in both the political and business sectors, or we may say the black-and-white realms, and their overall strength is no less than that of these capitalist moguls.

A clan with money, connections, and people.

Especially Hatoyama Norio, who has many protégés holding key positions in various departments, even wielding decisive influence in Parliament.

So even the Prime Minister must consider this clan’s attitude.

Mitsubishi’s leader took a sip of water, pulled out his phone from his briefcase, and said: "I am quite familiar with Mr. Hatoyama Norio, let me give him a call and communicate this."

Fu Wentao did not object, raising his chin slightly.

Mitsubishi’s leader nodded, dialed Hatoyama Norio’s number, and the two exchanged brief remarks in Japanese.

Two minutes later, he hung up the phone and turned to Fu Wentao: "Mr. Hatoyama Norio said this matter has nothing to do with the Hatoyama Clan. It’s just Hatoyama Kiichi’s personal actions."

"Then it should be easy," SoftBank’s representative said with a relieved expression, "Just call the Prime Minister’s Office and inform them to release the person."

...

Tokyo, Public Security Bureau headquarters, Qi Yun was brought into the interrogation room once more.

The familiar incandescent lights, the cold metal table; it all mirrors the interrogation rooms at the Self-Defense Forces Headquarters.

The only difference is that the incandescent lights here have higher wattage, the light piercing his face sharply, uncomfortable even with his eyes squinting.

Qi Yun sat on the chair, with a black-uniformed agent and a translator seated opposite him at the interrogation table.

The agent appeared to be around forty years old, sporting a crew cut and a small mustache, with triangular eyes, clearly a ruthless sort.

"Qi Yun, male..." After reading Qi Yun’s profile, he suddenly changed the topic, "What’s your purpose for coming to Japan?"

Qi Yun didn’t even lift his head, one hand shielding his forehead from the glaring light, remained silent.

He knew that since Hatoyama Kiichi managed to intercept him, whatever he said would be futile. He only needed to wait quietly for rescue.

Seeing his demeanor, the agent sneered coldly: "It doesn’t matter, whether you cooperate or not, we will ’find’ spy evidence on you."

Upon hearing the word "spy," Qi Yun’s pupils constricted momentarily, not expecting Hatoyama Kiichi to be this ruthless.

In any country, these two words are far from insignificant.

Especially in this passive situation, if the other party truly intends to frame him, he could easily spend his life never seeing daylight again.

However, this has a prerequisite, which is being unattended...

With a supportive elder brother exerting influence outside, Qi Yun remains unflustered.

The subsequent interrogation continued as a solo performance by the agent, disregarding anything he said, Qi Yun pretended not to hear.

Just as the agent finished the procedural interrogation and prepared to leave, the door to the interrogation room opened from the outside, and Hatoyama Kiichi walked in with a gloomy expression.

He glanced around inside the room, then instructed the agent and the translator to depart, and turned off the surveillance.

Once everyone left, he moved straight to Qi Yun, standing over him: "Isn’t the taste of being a prisoner unpleasant?"

Qi Yun slowly lowered his hand that shielded his forehead, meeting Hatoyama Kiichi’s gaze, a mocking smile hinting at his lips: "Do you think you’ve won?"

Hatoyama Kiichi seemingly heard a great joke, suddenly bent down and leaned in, his glasses frame nearly touching Qi Yun’s face, his voice full of malice: "Won? Now, you don’t even have the right to speak while standing!"

He raised his hand and patted the interrogation table, sneering, "I know you’re from Huaxia’s police system, but that identity can’t save you. I’ve prepared the evidence for your espionage charges; you’ll be locked in Japan’s prison for life!"

"Once you face trial and enter prison, I’ll make you understand the true meaning of living in torment!"

Qi Yun moved back a bit avoiding the spit, pouting disdainfully: "Really, I am starting to look forward to it."

Hatoyama Kiichi felt like he’d been thrown with a bucket of cold water, like punching a cotton wall, shouldn’t he be begging for mercy under such circumstances?

Qi Yun’s disdainful attitude accumulated a fury that couldn’t be satisfyingly unleashed...

He glared fiercely at Qi Yun, gritting his teeth: "Fine! Let’s see how long you can keep up your stubbornness!"

"Not only you, but your subordinates too; not one will escape!"

"Not only will I seize those two treasure swords back, but I’ll ensure all of you end up committing seppuku in prison!"