NABC Chapter 106 Kazan-in Taki [26th update, please vote!]
Chapter 106 Kazan-in Taki [26th update, please vote!]
Chapter 106 Kazan-in Taki [26th update, please vote!]
After Kiryu Yaya finished stating the address...
There was a half-second of silence in the conference room, then Masakazu Yamada immediately stood up: "Let's go."
He spoke very quickly, with almost no hesitation.
"Chihaya, you stay at the bank."
"Kiryu—Arima, Sasaki, come with me."
"clear."
Kiryu Yaya immediately stood up.
Arima Kishou also adjusted his glasses and stood up.
Only Kenta Sasaki stared wide-eyed in surprise, asking, "Go now?"
Masakazu Yamada nodded: "That's right, if we go too late, the National Taxation Bureau might beat us to it."
Kiryu Yaya nodded: "What we need to do is to secure the site before Kajiwara Masazo moves the items away and the National Tax Agency seals it off."
Chihaya Yuri also stood up: "I'll stay at the branch office to continue organizing Higashi Osaka Seiko's main case files and asset materials. Once you're on site, please contact me anytime if you need anything."
Please.
After finishing his sentence, Masakazu Yamada strode out.
Three strong young men followed behind.
A dozen minutes later, a dark-colored official car drove out of the underground parking lot of Mitsubishi Bank Osaka Branch and merged into Midosuji in the night.
Meanwhile, the Osaka National Tax Bureau has also begun to take action.
It's 9:50 p.m.
Osaka National Taxation Bureau, Otemae Contract Office Building.
Most of the offices in the building had their lights off, except for a temporary operations room at the far end of the third floor.
Kayama-in Taki stood in front of the table.
He didn't sit down, but leaned forward slightly, one hand on the table, the other holding a pencil, his gaze coldly sweeping over the few lines of text.
Showa Town 3-chome.
Number 12, 5.
Registered owner: Saeko Matsushita.
Purchase date: December of Showa 63 (1944).
The down payment is 38 million yen.
The renovation cost is 8.2 million yen.
The monthly mortgage payment is continuously financed through a fixed account.
The day before those monthly payments, Higashi Osaka Seiko Co., Ltd.'s corporate account had very similar expenditures for "materials," "equipment prepayment," and "welfare allowance."
It looks like there were several detours involved.
But in Huashan Yuanlong's eyes, these detours are hardly hidden.
He stared at those lines of numbers for two seconds, and his lips twitched slightly.
"Finally found it."
Kayama Inoki is 29 years old this year.
He was always an oddball within the Osaka National Tax Bureau.
The National Tax Service is not lacking in young elites, nor is it lacking in professional bureaucrats who have come all the way up from the Ministry of Finance and the National Tax Agency.
What truly made him seem out of place was his background.
The Kazan-in family was a former noble family in Kyoto.
Although the post-war Chinese system has long been abolished, the networks of relationships, social status, and political resources accumulated behind certain surnames will not disappear because of a new system.
His grandfather once served as Parliamentary Vice-Minister of the Treasury, his father was a well-known member of the House of Representatives from the Ottoman ethnic group within the Liberal Democratic Party, and his mother's family had very close ties with several large construction companies and local financial institutions in the Kansai region.
From the moment he was born, Hanayama Inoki was not raised as an ordinary child.
At other dinner tables, people are talking about exam results, baseball teams, and summer trips.
At the Huashan family's dinner table, the conversation revolved around factional balance, budget allocation, constituency support groups, and the loyalty of local councilors.
When he was twelve, he was able to understand the unspoken exchanges of benefits in the conversations of adults.
According to the Kazan-in family's plan, he was supposed to graduate from the Faculty of Law at the University of Tokyo, enter the Ministry of Finance, gain experience for a few years, return to his father's side as a policy secretary, and then find a suitable opportunity to take over and enter the House of Representatives.
This is the safest and most respectable route.
However, Taki Hanayama took the initiative to first go to the National Tax Agency system, and then requested to go down to the Inspection Department of the Osaka National Tax Bureau.
Many people see this as an unnecessary detour.
Some even said privately that he was just a young master from a political family who came down to gain experience, investigate a few cases, build up his resume, and would return to Tokyo to enter politics in a few years.
This guess is not entirely wrong.
Kazan Inoyu is indeed preparing to enter politics.
He has never hidden this fact.
He just felt that...
Taxation is the perfect stage for him.
According to Kayama Inoki, the essence of politics is neither speeches nor votes.
It's money.
Where does the money come from, through whose hands does it pass, where does it flow, and who hides it?
Only by understanding the pathways of money can one truly understand the power structure of this city.
The IRS is the best place to observe all of this.
He likes it here.
I love the mazes built by those who think they're so clever, using fake invoices, nominee accounts, family companies, lover apartments, and overseas deposits.
Then, tear them to shreds.
At this moment, an older clerk whispered, "Investigator Hanayama-in, the property registration in Abeno has been confirmed. The nominal owner is Matsushita Saeko, 36 years old. She used to work at a club in Tokyo and maintained a close relationship with Kajiwara Shozo. She returned to Osaka this March."
"Saeko Matsushita has no stable income record, and her purchase of No. 12-5 on her own makes the source of funds seem unnatural."
Another young investigator added, "The renovation contract also matches. There was a payment from Higashi-Osaka Seiko in the renovation company's account, with a construction shop in between."
Kayama-in Taki nodded and closed the document.
"Set off."
Several investigators immediately responded.
But just then, a young administrative officer standing by the door hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Investigator Hanayama-in—isn't it too hasty to go now?"
The meeting room fell silent.
The official seemed oblivious to the shift in atmosphere, or rather, having already uttered the first sentence, he could only grit his teeth and continue: "Kajiwara Masazō does have some connections in Osaka. After all, it's only a property purchase under his mistress's name; the chain of evidence is missing the final link. If we go there now, it's easy for someone to seize on something—"
Hanayama-in Taki stopped closing the folder and slowly raised his eyes.
The young administrative officer's Adam's apple bobbed, and his face finally turned somewhat pale.
"What did you just say?"
Huashan Institute, Taki.
The officer forced a smile: "I'm just worried—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
Kayama-in Taki had already walked quickly to him.
The next second, his right hand suddenly reached out.
With fingers like hooks, he suddenly pinched the crotch of the suit trousers.
The young officer froze instantly.
Everyone vaguely heard the sound of an egg cracking.
Immediately afterwards, the young officer's face drained of color, his knees buckled, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
"Well-!"
He clenched his teeth, but the sound still escaped from deep in his throat.
Several investigators nearby instinctively took a half step back.
No one dared to speak.
Kazan-in Taki looked down at him and said coldly, "I said let's go, are you deaf?"
The young administrative officer's forehead was already beaded with cold sweat, and his lips were trembling, but he still managed to squeeze out, "I'm sorry—"
Kayama Inoki then released his grip.
The officer immediately clutched his groin and curled up, his face deathly pale and his whole body trembling.
Kayama-in Taki, however, seemed to merely brush off a speck of dust, slowly straightening his cuffs before striding towards the door.
"Target: Abeno."
A few minutes later, two black government vehicles drove out of the underground parking garage of the Osaka National Tax Bureau.
The car headlights sliced through the late-night streets of Otatemae, heading straight for Abeno.
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