Chapter 56 Looting Tokyo

Maxim pulled the shirt on his chest and back, and in the pouring rain, he walked under a canopy with a huge neon signboard at the door. Below the shed was a black wooden door without a handle. There is a covered metal hole about 1.67 meters above the ground.

He knocked on the door, and then looked at the colorful streets outside. The puddles on the ground kept reflecting the light of the neon billboards. Leather shoes, the luster on them has dimmed a lot.

   "It's Gucci!" he cursed under his breath. "In order to come to this damned place, I even prepared a good outfit, it looks like it's ruined!"

  At this time, there was a rustling sound from behind the door, and the metal cover was opened, revealing a vigilant eye from behind, staring at Maxim for a long time, and then closed it again with a bang.

Maxim sighed helplessly, and soon he noticed a hand-painted sign hanging in an inconspicuous place next to the door, with several striking red English words written on the white background—only for RB people, there are still There are a few lines of Japanese, which presumably mean the same thing.

   "This is really a **** weather!" Maxim cursed again, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, wondering if he had gone to the wrong place.

   You must know that on the streets of Tokyo, such warning signs can be seen everywhere. This country is not generally xenophobic.

  Maxim is an American living in RB, from Minnesota, graduated from Cornell University, which is a famous private university in the United States. Then an alumnus offered him a job at RB, and he came to RB.

   It’s just that he works in Kobe, which is a little far away from Tokyo. This time, his alumni and boss called him to Tokyo, saying that he had something important to discuss. He took the Shinkansen and rushed to Tokyo without stopping.

This is Shibuya, Tokyo, full of feasting and schoolgirls standing on the street, from time to time there are a few boys and girls in strange clothes passing by, Maxim knows that this is a fan of RB's local rock culture, known as "visual kei" .

  In later generations, this strange dress was introduced to China, and set off a wave called "non-mainstream" among some teenagers, but some of the original things were lost, leaving only heavy makeup and extremely exaggerated hairstyles.

  The original intention of Kabukicho was to set up a cultural center and concentrate RB's traditional dance theaters, just as the name "Kabucho" describes. In the traditional RB song and dance, the geisha's face is painted with paper-white powder and red lips that make people sick, wearing a traditional kimono, holding a folding fan and babbling something incomprehensible. These things are simply unbearable for Maxim, but some elderly RB customers still invite him to watch these things, which makes Maxim feel that life is worse than death.

But the current Kabukicho has nothing to do with these things. It is a place that is completely different from its original intention. Frankly speaking, it has become a huge red light district with an area as large as 20 blocks. Dim alleys and dazzling neon signs, millions of customers haunt here every night. This is an entertainment center, RB men after work will never forget to have a few drinks here, countless nightclubs, bars, massage parlors and other places are crowded with people, and there is a lot of traffic in front of the door.

   It has been four years since I came to RB, but besides English, Maxim still can't speak a complete sentence of Japanese. Fortunately, one of his colleagues has an RB who speaks good English, so he can communicate normally.

Maxim came to RB in 1985, when the yen was appreciating and countless dollars flowed into the RB market. Came to RB and started a trader for a small hedge fund.

   Like the hedge fund he worked for, when RB was plentiful and there was no Nikkei index before, there were very few hedging tools, and their profits were not too much. But it's much better now. With the help of the super strong RB stock market and the sharp appreciation of the yen, their fund's assets have exceeded 50 million US dollars.

   After a while, until Maxim felt a little cold and was about to find a place to drink a few glasses of sake, there was another voice from behind the door, and a green eye appeared in his vision. The eyes blinked at Maxim, the door closed, followed by the sound of several locks being opened one by one. After the door opened, a strong figure appeared in front of him. It was his boss Jim. Watson.

  Jim's clothes are very simple and neat, dark casual trousers and shiny leather shoes, white shirt, the sleeves are rolled up, and the hairy arms are exposed. He must have arrived right after work, his shirt and tie still wrinkled.

Next to him was an RB man wearing sunglasses. The RB man looked very short next to two tall white men, but Maxim noticed that there was a tattoo with long teeth and claws on his open chest. Long, this made his heart tense.

  In RB, people with tattoos should not be messed with. This is the first lesson he learned when he came to RB. Especially those who have tattoos all over their bodies, if they encounter it, it is best to turn around and leave. The place where Maxim is located is Kobe, which is very close to Osaka, which is the seat of the Yamaguchi group, the largest violent society in RB.

   Speaking of the famous Yamaguchi-gumi, it can be said that no one knows, no one knows. The 1980s was their heyday. After experiencing two "Battle of Osaka" and "Yamaichi Confrontation", the Yamaguchi group extended their hands and feet to all walks of life of RB, even the largest consortia of RB He also had to succumb to the power of violent gangs.

  Jim noticed the fear in Maxim's eyes, patted the shoulder of the RB man next to him proudly, and explained in broken Japanese: "My friend."

  After hearing Jim's explanation, the man's frowning brows relaxed, and he snorted contemptuously in his nose as a greeting.

   Walking through the thickly carpeted stairs, when he reached the last step, a wave of heat hit his face. Maxim stopped, clenched his hands somewhat uneasily, and began to observe the strange scene in front of him.

   This is a very long room, decorated like a subway car, twenty meters long, with seats and upright metal posts on both sides, with pull rings on it. Women in work attire and briefcases stood below, holding tabs and swinging from side to side, pretending to be on the subway.

   Surrounding the metal pillars are some young girls, wearing all kinds of school uniforms and carrying a backpack, chattering like no one else, as if discussing a beautiful dress or a newly released cosmetic.

   Sitting in the seats were more than two dozen men, most of whom were middle-aged. They stared at these women with indescribable meaning in their eyes.

   Soon, a man stood up from his seat and walked towards an "office lady" in work clothes. Without saying a word, he stretched out a hand to wrap his arms around the woman's slender waist.

   "This is *harassment!" Maxim frowned, swallowing the words that came to his lips. I saw this woman quietly enduring it, with a look of refusal and welcome on her face.

   "This is the **** club, everything you see is just a show!" Jim who was standing aside saw the look on Maxim's face, and explained lightly. "Let's go inside, there's nothing to see here!"

   "Nothing to see?" Maxim, who was following Jim, murmured in a low voice. All this has gone beyond his cognition, in his more than 20 years of life, he has never seen such a scene, which is enough to open his eyes.

   "Tokyo is better!" He thought of his small office in Kobe, and said with emotion in his heart.

  Passing through the acting crowd, they came to a bar. Two girls in bikinis bowed in unison: "Welcome!" Maxim also bowed in reflex, but his eyes were fixed on the waitress.

This bar is not big, but it is very luxurious. Behind the bar, there are all kinds of drinks. A waiter-like person is mixing drinks. He throws the shaker high into the air, and then quickly throws It shifted behind, and then threw it into the air, making people dazzled.

   There were six tables opposite the bar, all of which were full of people. Many people were staring at the bartender intently. This simple fancy bartending also surprised Maxim.

  The room is a little dark, and not far away, there is a big dance floor. A DJ with headphones is playing loud electronic music, and many girls on the dance floor are shaking their heads crazily.

   But here is a little distance from the dance floor, so the sound is not so noisy when it reaches here. Jim led Maxim to the table farthest from the bar. There were two men sitting here, one of them was a tall white man, and the other was a short RB man.

   "You must be Jim's right-hand man!" The tall man stood up with a professional smile on his face. He had tousled blond hair, bright eyes, and a slightly yellowish tint of teeth, the result of heavy smoking and drinking.

   What drew Maxim's attention was that he was wearing a silk shirt, which had no brand name and was obviously custom-made. And his accent is very heavy, not like an American accent, but somewhat British.

   "Surely you already know the purpose of letting you come, right?" The short RB man also shook hands with Maxim, and said impatiently.

   "What's the purpose?" Maxim was taken aback, and asked back in a little ignorance.

   "Of course I'm shorting RB and ransacking Tokyo!" Jim said haha ​​and said vaguely. His words immediately made the British and RB people on the opposite side burst into laughter.

   "Short RB? Looting Tokyo?" Maxim had a shocked expression on his face, and he patted his ears, fearing that he had heard it wrong! (The Raiding of Tokyo is a book about hedge fund operations, and some plots are borrowed here. However, their main battle is against Nick Leeson in Bahrain and Li Zehai’s Telecom Pacific, which will not be the focus of my book. Finally , Special thanks to book friend Fang Ge for the reward!)

  (end of this chapter)