Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2450 - 2288: Thanks for Your Good Wishes

Within the estate.

As Ge Feng wandered further,

his sense of poverty deepened! The whole estate resembled a lavish resort hotel, featuring numerous separate structures, over a dozen in total.

Swimming pools numbered more than twenty.

Outdoor ones.

Indoor varieties.

Rooftop designs.

...

These were merely the ones Ge Feng spotted; likely, others remained hidden from view. A vast helipad stood ready, capable of accommodating a dozen helicopters without issue.

The dock stretched long enough to berth over twenty yachts.

Enormously spacious.

He inquired further.

It appeared Tang Qing intended the place for hosting friends and visitors.

Fine then.

Opulent beyond measure.

Though he possessed the means to own such a place, Ge Feng wouldn't indulge in the expense. Moreover, Tang Qing mentioned it wasn't available for leasing, implying it might see use only once every couple of years.

Remarkable!

Wealthy.

Extravagant.

...

Midday.

They enjoyed a sumptuous lunch.

Later in the day.

Staying put, they simply roamed the grounds of the estate. No meetings with potential backers were required; at Tang Qing's stature, investors clamored for a chance to meet him, yet opportunities eluded them.

By now,

reports of Tang Qing's arrival in America had circulated widely.

Still,

his exact location remained a mystery, leaving numerous investors frustrated and at a loss.

Utterly bold.

But entirely understandable too. Unlike typical fledgling enterprises, Tang Qing's firm didn't rely on hordes of venture capitalists. It scarcely needed to promote its shares.

Eager buyers lined up, a dream for countless other firms.

...

Dusk.

Seaside.

With a gentle breeze wafting by, Tang Qing and Ge Feng relaxed in the ocean-view gazebo, savoring warm tea, until Tang Qing abruptly said: “You appear preoccupied today.”

At those words,

Ge Feng paused briefly.

“Huh?”

“That noticeable?”

“Not really.”

“Just my sharp observation skills,” Tang Qing grinned, boasting lightly.

In response,

Ge Feng gave a bitter smile.

“You're right, there is an issue, though I can't resolve it.” He then succinctly described the predicament, which didn't involve him directly but rather his wife's relatives.

--- The Ling clan.

A family of Chinese descent residing in Japan.

Just last week,

Ling Ya’s father faced an investigation over certain allegations—not corruption or graft, as the Ling family abhorred such vices, but rather a malicious framing.

Accusations tied to spy operations.

Normally,

the Ge family might intervene, yet in a case like this, even they found themselves powerless. How could they meddle in affairs under the Tokyo Metropolitan Police?

What's more,

the case was likely to shift soon to Japan's intelligence bureau for scrutiny.

No options.

Only patience remained.

That agency represented Japan's premier intelligence outfit, possessing limited enforcement authority, but its involvement signaled escalating complications ahead.

Freeing him?

Pure fantasy!

Even appealing to the Japanese Prime Minister wouldn't secure his release.

All aspects.

They had no choice but to await the outcome, though as a contrived scheme, a favorable resolution seemed improbable. This had left Ling Ya in tears repeatedly.

“Sigh!”

Ge Feng let out a heavy breath.

As her spouse, his inability to assist left him deeply troubled.

...

Having heard the tale,

Tang Qing narrowed his gaze slightly.

Instantly,

pertinent details flooded in. Truthfully, he hadn't been aware of this earlier, since it bore no direct connection to him.

The Ling family.

Far too minor.

Such details hadn't merited inclusion in his updates. Within the operatives' integration strategy, no plans existed to promote a Chinese household in Japan.

Impossible.

Japan's insular nature ran deep.

Their mindset stayed rigidly conservative.

Thus,

data on them ranked too lowly for notice. Once he grasped the sequence of events, Tang Qing confirmed it as a deliberate trap, sparked by a rival eyeing Ling Ya’s father’s role.

--- Osaka Prefecture's Deputy Governor.

Typically,

framing an official with a spotless record proves challenging, yet the Ling family stood apart due to his unique background.

--- Being Chinese.

Hence,

slapping on damning labels came all too easily. The schemer exploited this vulnerability effectively, though the planted evidence harbored some inconsistencies.

Nevertheless,

a key figure in the Metropolitan Police, ambitious for accolades, pushed to invent the accusations. That official assumed the intelligence bureau would follow suit.

After all,

if the case held, promotions awaited all involved.

Naturally.

To ensure success, the police contact even looped in an ally within the intelligence agency. Should this proceed, Ling Ya’s father faced a lengthy prison sentence.

As expected,

cunning Japanese tactics.

...

With that,

Ge Feng shook his head.

“This issue, we must resign it to destiny.” He hadn't shared it with Tang Qing expecting aid; post-Hummingbird operation, a visit to Japan loomed for him anyway.

Ultimately,

as the son-in-law, if other help proved unattainable, he could at least provide solace in person.

“Hmm.”

“Yes, it's a real headache; fingers crossed he emerges unscathed.” Tang Qing offered a smile while directing the operatives to address the situation promptly.

Regardless,

previously,

during their Japan trip for leisure, the Ling family had hosted them generously. Even if the charges held truth, the operatives could extract the man.

In this era,

few obstacles lay beyond his grasp.

“Appreciate the well-wishes!”

Ge Feng managed another wry grin.

...

Meanwhile.

In Japan.

Dawn breaking.

Early hours,

Watanabe Takeshi wrapped up breakfast and headed to his office by car. Leading Japan's top intelligence body, his routine felt dull and routine-bound.

Yet,

the thrill of authority pleased him greatly.

Abruptly,

his phone buzzed.

“Hello.”

“Affirmative.”

“Got it.”

After a terse exchange, he ended the call, bemused by the assignment. Why rescue a Chinese individual? Perhaps this one belonged to the network too?

Very well!

Despite overseeing Japan's foremost spy agency, his knowledge of the network stayed superficial. He recognized only its vast membership diversity.

Affluent.

Connected.

Formidable.

Zero mediocrity.

At minimum.

Each boasted immense growth prospects; for example, several rising stars in his agency were network affiliates, which astonished him with their penetration depth.

At first,

concerns had nagged him.

However,

through prolonged collaboration, he discovered the network's might could bolster his own standing, proving invaluable for securing his role.

Presently,

their alliance bordered on intimate partnership; his elder sibling, the Watanabe heir, had entered the network before him, owing his ascent to their support.

Without them,

this post would have slipped away.

Consequently,

he carried out network directives without hesitation, confident they wouldn't jeopardize a vital asset like himself.

Thus,

their assignments

either fell within safe bounds, flawlessly executed,

or,

the network managed any fallout, sparing him concern. To date, he'd characterize their operations as impeccably ’thorough’.

Outwardly,

logical,

lawful,

proper,

beyond reproach.

Covertly,

their actions stayed profoundly discreet; he even pondered if the network extended to the Cabinet, the Palace, or major conglomerates.

...

Thirty minutes passed.

At his desk.

“This morning, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police plans to hand over a case tied to suspected espionage, originally slated for Section Chief Yuichi.”

“Yuichi? He looks overburdened; reassign it to Section Chief Chosei instead.”

“Understood!”