Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Chapter 1182 Has this little Japanese woman gone mad?

"Ms. Fujiwara Shizuka, you've finished your threats. Now state your conditions. How can you stop your actions?"

Fujiwara Shizuka smiled sweetly and held up three fingers.

“I have three conditions. First, bring me the things Mao Rengui left in the HSBC safe deposit box, intact. Second, your British government must remove James Eisen from his position as First Advisor to the Secretary of State. Third…”

Her beautiful eyes swept over Da Bao, then she pointed at him with her slender finger and said.

"This man is mine."

Holy crap! Da Bao's eyes widened in disbelief. How did this involve me? Luckily, Zuo Mingyue was inside her spatial dimension at that moment, so she couldn't hear any outside noise. If she had known that this shorty was eyeing her man, Zuo Mingyue would have already crawled out of her spatial dimension and taken advantage of her.

Robert was completely dumbfounded. The first two conditions were somewhat plausible, but what on earth was the third one? What? Young Master Qin was going to be hers? Had this Japanese woman gone mad? Did she have cancer? Had the cancer cells attacked her brain? Otherwise, why would she say something like that?

Robert glanced at Da Bao, then raised his hands and said.

“No no no no no, I think I need to report this to the Governor of Hong Kong. My God, this world is too crazy.”

After saying that, he ran out. James Eisen pressed down on the FBI agent's pistol next to him, stepped forward, and looked at Fujiwara Shizuka.

“Miss Fujiwara, do you know how much trouble your actions today will cause the Fujiwara family? I think if the head of the Fujiwara family knew about your crazy behavior, he would definitely punish you.”

Fujiwara Shizuka burst into laughter, laughing so hard she almost fell over. James Eisen took a step back and waved his hand.

"Catch him!"

The four FBI agents behind him, especially the black man, holstered his pistol, crossed his arms, and laughed as he rushed towards Shizuka Fujiwara.

Fujiwara Shizuka laughed incessantly as her long sword flashed upwards like lightning, a streak of blood shooting up like a rainbow. The black detective screamed as his body was ripped open from his groin to his chest, his stinking internal organs spilling out in an instant.

With a swift movement of her blade, Fujiwara Shizuka severed the black man in two at the waist. His blood was copious, and foul-smelling blood splattered everywhere.

Fujiwara Shizuka had already been grabbed by Long Sihai and run far away, while James Eisen, Strauss, and the others were covered in blood.

Even so, Fujiwara Shizuka's laughter continued, and she roared wildly.

"James Eisen, since you won't let me live, I won't let you live either. Now I'll add another condition: the old American must kill you in front of me within ten minutes, otherwise, two water sources will be contaminated. As for which two water sources? Hahaha, I don't know either! You can guess!"

Strauss stamped his foot and ran out. A short-haired female detective thought for a moment and followed him out. The situation in Hong Kong was out of control, and they had to report it to their superiors.

The wealthy people hiding in the corner were trembling with fear. Someone shouted, "Run!" and everyone ran towards the banquet hall entrance.

Before they even reached the gate, it slammed shut, and four ninjas appeared, swords in hand, glaring menacingly at the wealthy men.

The wealthy man became timid, and they pulled each other back into the corner.

Long Sihai put Fujiwara Shizuka down and grinned maliciously.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my mistress, Ms. Fujiwara Shizuka, is a very kind and upright person. She has decided that each of you wealthy people present will gamble with me. My stakes are your lives, and your stakes are..."

Long Sihai paused for a moment.

"Your only stake is half of your wealth. Friends, money is just an external thing; you can't take it with you when you're born, and you can't take it with you when you die. There's an old Chinese saying: 'Even if you lose a thousand pieces of gold, it will come back again.' I believe that as long as you live, it won't be long before you earn back the wealth you've lost."

Of course, if you beat me, you can walk out of here without spending a single penny. How about that? Do I need to give you time to think it over?

Okay, three minutes to consider. Start the timer.

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Shizuka smiled with satisfaction. As expected, of her two trusted subordinates, Tachibana Hayako was the most loyal, but she was merely a brave general.

This Ryutaro is a shrewd strategist. Even at this moment, he still thinks of making money for himself. It's no wonder I saved his life back then.

When it comes to interpersonal skills, Long Sihai far surpasses Fujiwara Shizuka. He knows that intimidation alone might backfire, which is why he came up with this tactic.

Even Da Bao, standing to the side, gave him a thumbs up. Long Sihai was truly a talent; he had a thorough understanding of human nature. Fujiwara Shizuka's threats were all perfectly timed; in the end, the Hong Kong government would definitely back down.

But this woman was too crazy. She actually attacked and cut the FBI agent into four pieces, which offended the old American. Even if she agreed to her conditions now, she would face a crazy revenge later.

However, Long Sihai immediately thought of a way to break the deadlock. As the saying goes, "All the world's hustle and bustle is for profit, and all the world's hustle and bustle is for profit." Especially in the old country of the United States, where capital is the main driver, money can buy everything.

There must be forty or fifty wealthy people in Hong Kong, and these forty or fifty people control all of Hong Kong's wealth. If they gave half of it, what an enormous sum it would be! I believe that not only the Americans, but even the British would bow down to Fujiwara Shizuka for such a fortune.

Wealthy people are afraid of death. Although they would feel bad about giving up half of their wealth, they would not think of revenge. They would earn the money back sooner or later.

James Eisen was covered in foul-smelling blood. Looking at the four ninjas with knives by the door, he was filled with regret. He shouldn't have put himself in such danger for a mere fifty thousand dollars.

Long Sihai took out a deck of cards and walked back and forth in front of the tycoon, constantly changing the cards in his hand, as if performing magic.

Guo Yingnan was a reckless fool. Among these wealthy people, he was the only one who was the gang leader, and he stood up straight.

"Damn it, fine, let's bet! Tell me, how do we want to bet?"

Long Sihai had an exceptional memory. Once he arrived at the banquet hall, he memorized all the wealthy people, especially Guo Yingnan. Guo Yingnan's gang's identity made Long Sihai wary of him, since he had tens of thousands of ruthless men under his command, and even a national government wouldn't dare to provoke him easily.

"Hahaha, so it's Boss Guo, the leader of Dongxing! You're truly a hero, so generous! You name the betting method, and we'll bet the way you want!"