Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 565 - 379: The Old Ghost Makes a Move

Next morning.

Today is the funeral of Mr. Hatoyama Norio, and all those attending are powerful figures from Japan, ranging from cabinet ministers to the heads of financial conglomerates, and core party members.

Black luxury cars lined up for two full streets outside the funeral venue, and the police department even dispatched personnel to maintain order.

Hatoyama Kiichi was dressed in a crisp black suit, a white flower pinned to his chest, and with each guest he greeted, he would slightly bow, his eyes reddened, saying, "Thank you, Your Excellency, for coming despite your busy schedule," with such a facade of suppressed grief that anyone unaware would think he was a filial son.

Qi Yun stood in the shadowy corner of the venue, wearing an inconspicuous black trench coat, and Brother Quan followed behind him, scanning the crowd with cautious eyes.

Looking at Hatoyama Kiichi not far away, surrounded by people, frequently dabbing tears, Qi Yun smirked, "With acting skills like his, it’s a damn shame he’s not an actor."

Just as he said this, the crowd suddenly stirred, the Prime Minister’s convoy slowly parked at the entrance of the venue.

Hatoyama Kiichi immediately adjusted his collar and quickly approached, bending over before the Prime Minister even got out of the car, "Your Excellency, your presence will comfort my father in the heavens..."

The Prime Minister got out of the car, patting him on the shoulder with regret on his face, "Please accept my condolences. The old gentleman was a pillar of the nation, and his passing is our loss."

Though he said this, there was little genuine sadness in his eyes, clearly an experienced actor himself.

Despite having an unpleasant encounter with Hatoyama Kiichi the day before, with Hatoyama Norio’s death, all the Hatoyama Clan’s power fell to Hatoyama Kiichi. To wield absolute power in Congress in the future, he still needed to win him over.

Qi Yun wasn’t focused there; instead, he glanced at the old ghost who had already disguised himself as a worker and slipped into the crowd. With the latter’s skills, getting close and stealing a phone was a piece of cake.

Sure enough, a little over ten minutes later, he discreetly signaled to Qi Yun, and the three of them immediately left the venue.

Back in the car, the old ghost pulled a cellphone from his pocket and handed it over.

Qi Yun patted the seat in the driver’s area and instructed Brother Quan, "Head to Shinjuku."

Brother Quan nodded, started the car, and set off.

Soon, the car stopped in front of an unremarkable three-story building in Shinjuku. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

It appeared to be a bookstore from the outside, but it was actually Guo An’s contact point in Tokyo.

After getting out of the car, Qi Yun carefully observed the surroundings, didn’t let Brother Quan and the old ghost follow, and walked into the bookstore alone.

Only one staff member was inside, with no other customers in sight.

The staff member nodded to Qi Yun upon his entry, hung a ’Closed’ sign at the entrance, and then led him to a room in the backyard.

Inside the room were six or seven people, all colleagues of Guo An. Upon seeing Qi Yun, they immediately stood up and saluted.

"Good day, Chief!"

Qi Yun smiled and waved his hand, "We’re all on the same side, just call me Qi Yun."

His eyes scanned the room, noticing the crowded documents on the table in front of everyone, clearly busy with something, and straightforwardly said, "I have a phone here. Who can help me unlock it?"

The leading middle-aged man stepped forward to take the phone, then handed it to a nearby technician, "Xiao Sun, handle it."

"Yes!"

The technician immediately responded and began working on the computer after connecting the phone.

The middle-aged man then guided Qi Yun to a waiting room, giving him the opportunity to inquire about the Japanese Imperial Family and the Three Sacred Treasures.

In less than five minutes, Hatoyama Kiichi’s phone was unlocked, and Qi Yun began browsing the information inside.

The phone was quite clean; the message and chat records in communication software were empty, showing Hatoyama Kiichi’s usual caution.

Qi Yun swiped the screen with his finger and eventually found what he wanted in the recording files.

...

Two hours later, inside a hospital room in Tokyo.

Hatoyama Yuchi lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly out the window. Due to a recent surgery, he didn’t attend Hatoyama Norio’s funeral.

Suddenly, the door to the ward opened.

Hatoyama Yuchi turned his head, and upon seeing the visitor, his originally hollow eyes were immediately filled with rage.

The visitor was the culprit who had cost him both hands.

Qi Yun closed the door behind him and leisurely surveyed the room.

"It seems Mr. Hatoyama isn’t recovering very well." His tone was flat, like casual conversation, eyes on Hatoyama Yuchi’s suddenly tense face, "It’s a pity you couldn’t even attend your uncle’s funeral."

Hatoyama Yuchi struggled to sit up, gasping in pain when the movement pulled at his wounds, the hatred in his eyes intensified, "You dare to come here!"

He had received reports from his subordinates last night, knowing Qi Yun had been released, cursing Hatoyama Kiichi countless times in his mind.

"I have no guilty conscience, why wouldn’t I dare." Qi Yun shrugged, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at him with a smirk, "Rather, you seem so angry, are you trying to disguise your guilty conscience?"

A flash of inexplicable panic crossed Hatoyama Yuchi’s face, then he shouted, "Baka! What do I have to feel guilty about!"

Qi Yun didn’t want to waste words with this loudmouth, fearing he might lose his temper and have Xiao Wu come in to cut off this guy’s feet too.

He directly took out that phone and pressed play.

Two familiar voices immediately rang from the phone, the conversation between Hatoyama Kiichi and Hatoyama Yuchi in the hospital room that night.

Hatoyama Yuchi’s face turned pale instantly, even his breathing became rapid.

"You... you!" Fear filled his eyes, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Qi Yun chuckled playfully, "Oh? Want to know where this recording came from?" Saying this, he placed the phone by the bed, "Take a closer look, whose phone is this?"

Hearing this, Hatoyama Yuchi moved his gaze, staring intently at the phone.

The next second, a grim look gradually appeared on his face, clearly realizing who had recorded the conversation.

If Qi Yun’s release only made him hate Hatoyama Kiichi for being despicable, using him and then not keeping his promise.

Upon hearing these recordings, his hatred for Hatoyama Kiichi peaked, wishing fervently to tear that beast apart if possible!

Risking so much to help you ascend, and you damn well plot against me in the end?

Enduring such treatment, no one would be able to tolerate it.

"So, what do you think?" Qi Yun, observing his reaction the entire time, smiled and asked when he felt the moment was ripe.

Hatoyama Yuchi glared with fury, teeth gritting audibly, "What’s your goal?"

Though enraged, he hadn’t entirely lost his reason, knowing Qi Yun came to the hospital specifically to tell him this, definitely not just for amusement.

"I have no particular goal, just thought your cousin was too vile, and came to warn you."

While speaking, Qi Yun retrieved the phone, "In fact, I think you’re more suited to be a leader than your cousin, don’t you think?"

"Once you become the Family Head, I’ll give you this phone as a gift, there’s no backup of the recording."

After saying this, he got up and headed for the door. Before leaving, he suddenly turned back and added, "By the way, you must have heard we Huaxia people love a good show. If I don’t see any excitement in three days, this recording might just appear on the internet."