Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 560 - 374: All Eyes on President Fu

At six in the evening, the sky gradually darkened.

In the ward of Tokyo University Hospital, Hatoyama Yuchi, who had just undergone a limb reattachment surgery, had woken up. The little moustache on his face was filled with sorrow, absent was his usual arrogant demeanor.

He lay on the hospital bed, with thick bandages wrapped around the wrists of both hands, and was hooked up to various devices. Every slight breath tugged at his nerves.

The ward door was pushed open, and Hatoyama Kiichi walked in with a somber expression.

Upon hearing the commotion, Hatoyama Yuchi struggled to turn his head and, seeing who it was, his eyes instantly ignited with anger: "That... that Huaxia person..."

Hatoyama Kiichi waved his hand, interrupting his unfinished sentence.

"Rest assured, the person has already been captured."

Hearing this, Hatoyama Yuchi managed a sinister smile: "I want him... to taste the feeling of losing a hand too! No, it must be ten times worse than me!"

Hatoyama Kiichi glanced at him, tugged at his collar, and said with feigned helplessness, "But the situation is a bit complicated, that Qi Yun has an official Huaxia background, and even SoftBank’s Liu Zhengyi called the Prime Minister, asking him to release him."

"No release!" Hatoyama Yuchi, like a wild dog whose tail had been stepped on, struggled violently to sit up, fresh blood seeping instantly from his bandaged wrists.

Despite the pain making the veins on his forehead bulge, he still stubbornly roared: "Absolutely not! I must make him pay the price!"

The heart rate curve on the monitor screen abruptly spiked, emitting an ear-piercing "beep-beep" alarm sound. A nurse hurried in to check and was about to speak when Hatoyama Kiichi waved her away.

He wiped his face and said earnestly, "In the entire family, I value you the most, and you are also the person I trust the most. That Qi Yun has inflicted such harm on you, of course, I want him to pay the price!"

"But... you know Father has never approved of what we’re doing, even though I’m already a member of Congress, the family’s political resources are still in his hands."

At this point, Hatoyama Kiichi let out a long sigh, "I don’t have any more chips to negotiate with the Prime Minister..."

Hatoyama Yuchi was taken aback, his roar stuck in his throat.

He knew his cousin was speaking the truth. Currently, the Hatoyama Clan was divided into two factions. The younger and middle-aged faction led by Hatoyama Kiichi controlled most of the family’s assets and some disreputable businesses.

They acted aggressively, belonging to the hawkish political force.

The remaining people resolutely supported the ideals of the old Prime Minister, Hatoyama Norio. Although they didn’t control much of the family assets, their connections in politics were terrifyingly immense.

This was also the most valuable resource of the entire Hatoyama Clan.

"That Qi Yun not only cost me my hands but also brought disgrace to the Hatoyama Clan. Are we just going to let him leave?" Hatoyama Yuchi’s voice, though weak, was filled with unwillingness.

Hatoyama Kiichi watched his cousin’s reaction closely, his eyes rotating slightly, and let out another sigh, "Of course, I want to help you get revenge..."

"But as for Father... I’m also powerless..."

After these words, the ward fell into silence.

After a good while, Hatoyama Yuchi suddenly asked with a sinister expression, "What if he’s no longer around?"

Hatoyama Kiichi’s pupils suddenly contracted, shocked, he looked at his cousin, with a face full of disbelief: "What do you mean!?"

"Just what you think I mean!" Hatoyama Yuchi’s face contorted, "Uncle is old, the Hatoyama Clan should entirely be in your hands for us to make the clan great again under your leadership!"

"You’re insane!" Hatoyama Kiichi feigned anger, "Do you realize what you’re saying!?"

Hatoyama Yuchi glanced at him, continuing to sneer, "I’m not crazy, it’s those old folks who are too stubborn!"

"Cousin, to become Prime Minister, you need the entire Hatoyama Clan’s support, right?"

"With Uncle around, you’ll never achieve your goal."

"Rest assured, leave this matter to me. No one will know..."

This time, Hatoyama Kiichi said nothing, got up silently, and left the ward.

Feigning any longer would be overdoing it; the last thing he needed was for his cousin to truly think he disagreed...

After reaching the parking lot, he pulled out his phone to turn off the recording, then lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag.

This incident thoroughly cemented one thing in his mind: as long as his father was alive, the resources of the Hatoyama Clan would never truly belong to him.

If there was ever a disagreement, those people would only listen to his father.

However, this situation was soon to be over... he was about to become the true helmsman of the Hatoyama Clan!

In truth, this notion had been in his mind for a long time, but he could never get over that psychological hurdle, and this incident finally helped him make up his mind.

Still, such disgraceful acts were not something he could do, which is why he visited the hospital tonight to see his most valued cousin...

And not long after Hatoyama Kiichi left, Hatoyama Yuchi, lying on the bed, let out an eerie laugh, muttering to himself: "My dear cousin..."

True, he was a brute, but managing so many businesses in the Capital City region meant he wasn’t some brainless guy...

...

In a hotel in Frankfurt.

Fu Wentao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking a cigar. Behind him, SoftBank’s Liu Zhengyi approached, saying: "News has come from the Prime Minister’s office, the Prime Minister is in a meeting with a U.S. Secretary today, but he’s already aware of the situation and asks for some time to understand it."

"Heh." Fu Wentao chuckled, naturally discerning the perfunctory tone in those words.

He lifted his arm to glance at his watch, nonchalantly saying, "Alright, then give him some time to consider, but by tomorrow morning, if my person isn’t released, I need you folks to show some stance."

Liu Zhengyi’s expression stiffened, exchanging glances with the others, they all heard the implication in Fu Wentao’s words.

Noticing this, Fu Wentao patted Liu Zhengyi’s shoulder, speaking lightly: "Don’t be nervous, we’ve all been old friends cooperating for years, if it’s inconvenient for you to come forward, I understand."

He paused, then his tone shifted, "However, I’m a person who only likes making money with friends, not wasting time with ’outsiders’ who can’t tell primary from secondary issues."

"How you choose, is up for you to decide."

Liu Zhengyi’s Adam’s apple bobbed once, then he answered without hesitation: "Mr. Fu, you are SoftBank’s most central partner in Europe, no matter what decision you make, I will certainly support you wholeheartedly!"

Hearing his declaration, the other two quickly expressed their stance: "Exactly, as a Huaxia idiom goes, we will surely follow Mr. Fu’s lead!"