[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 29, Chapter 7)

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Chapter Seven :
A Lifetime of Wealth

Tokyo, Tokyo Bay, about 100 nautical miles offshore. Here lies a work platform spanning several square kilometers. Thousands of

these steel-reinforced offshore platforms exist throughout Tokyo and the Japanese seas, serving various purposes: some for mining seabed resources , some for resource and geological surveys, and others specifically for seafood farming… 　　This particular platform is for seafood farming. 　　Nearly 70% of the Earth's surface is ocean, and marine resources are inexhaustible… Well, such statements only appear in textbooks, meant to fool children. 　　Japan has a small land area and scarce arable land; from ancient times to the present, fish, shrimp, and seafood have been their staple food . 　　Thousands of years ago, Japan's population was small, and the consumption of marine resources was negligible. However, in modern times, with the improvement of the Japanese people's living standards and explosive population growth, many rare can no longer keep up with demand. 　　Not to mention extremely rare marine animals like whales, which must be caught in the Arctic and Antarctic every year; more common species such as lobsters, crabs, and crabs are entirely farmed in the sea. 　　This work platform, for example, is surrounded by steel bars driven into the ground for miles around, connected by sand nets to form a fish farm , where millions of Oceania lobsters are raised. These lobsters are renowned for their delicious meat and superior appearance, but their only drawback is their exorbitant price and low yield; even large-scale farming makes a bumper harvest difficult. 　　Due to the high degree of mechanization of the entire platform, fewer than twenty staff members live here on weekdays. Because they only have two days off per month, few people are willing to come here; only those from impoverished families who need money will work here for several years. 　　However, the company that employs these people is unaware that they are of varying Korean descent, making a base for North Korean secret organizations. 　　For example, the group that attacked me now lives in the spacious houses on this platform, with fireplaces lit, drinking and chatting. 　　It must be said that they are very careful; even though this isn't their first time here, they always separate from the workers . Fortunately, the workers only need money and are of the same ethnicity, so there are no safety concerns. 　　The room was furnished with tatami mats, and in the center sat a large, low table laden with cases of Japanese sake and over a dozen platters of meat and fish. The group was enjoying their meal immensely. 　　"Damn it, this awful weather! How long will it take to warm up?" A North Korean leaning against the wall reeked of alcohol. North Korea's weather was similar to Japan's, but being in winter and surrounded by the vast ocean, the biting cold still made this special forces soldier quite uncomfortable. 　　"You should be content, at least there's a stove in the room. Like back when we were on Thorn Mountain, we didn't move for three days and three nights, almost frozen stiff, but we still made it through, didn't we?" 　　another man laughed, tossing him a bottle of sake. "Come on, drink more, eat more, life is about enjoying it while you can!" 　　"Right!" 　　Remembering the past and the vows he made during those hard times, Nanzi unscrewed the bottle cap and gulped down half a bottle in one go before panting, "Once this mission is over, I'm going to go to South Korea and find dozens of beauties, bring them into my villa, and have my way with them for a month!" 　　"Haha, great, I'll go too!" 　　The conversation between the two gradually piqued the interest of the others, and soon everyone sat together, excitedly talking about their good fortune with women, which chased away most of the chill in the room. 　　Not joining their cheerful conversation were three people sitting in another corner: a burly middle-aged man, a handsome young man named Ming Hao, and a young man with a cold expression named Nan Zhe. 　　Minghao kept drinking in silence, as did Nanzhe, both filled with disappointment and dejection. 　　The burly middle-aged man smiled calmly, "Hey, what are you two so upset about? Have we reached the end of our rope?" 　　"Brother!" Minghao scratched his head and said with a bitter smile, "Now our faces have been drawn and posted by Liu Junxiong. Even without police everywhere, we're not much of a threat in Japan anymore; but giving up like this is too much for us!" 　　"If we weren't hiding here, we would have been discovered long ago," 　　Nanzhe said awkwardly. "The Japanese are like mad dogs, searching everywhere for people. Many of our Korean compatriots have been severely tortured... I really want revenge! But I know the chances are slim." 　　The burly middle-aged man laughed heartily. 　　"You guys are all thinking about meaningless things! Minghao, even if your faces are plastered all over the streets , can't you just disguise yourselves to avoid it? Nanzhe, take it easy. Because of the previous conflicts, our Korean ethnic group is already having a hard time in Japan, it's not really our problem. If you're willing to compensate them, we can talk to the boss when we get back and ask him to handle it!" 　　"What if the boss refuses?" 　　Nanzhe asked bluntly. 　　"He won't refuse," 　　the burly middle-aged man said. "It's a very good business to win over millions of Koreans in Japan at a low cost. It'll make everything easier for you in the future." 　　"Oh!" 　　Nanzhe nodded as if he understood, but it was Minghao beside him who truly understood. 　　Whether it's North Korea or South Korea, they are politically and popularly irreconcilable with Japan... To be precise, it's South Korea and North Korea that are irreconcilable with Japan. Japan has never considered these two countries as true adversaries, neither in ancient times nor now. 　　However, economically, apart from North Korea, which relies on China for power, South Korea's economy is closely intertwined with Japan's. At least half of South Korean companies have Japanese shareholders, giving the Japanese business community significant influence over South Korean businesses. 　　If the Japanese can exert influence over South Koreans through business, then the South Korean business community certainly wants to use its power to ensure the Japanese don't dare underestimate it. 　　The millions of North Koreans residing in Japan are undoubtedly a key to achieving this goal. 　　Although they are ordinary citizens, they are enough to incite social unrest in Japan. This is the influence of the Japanese political and business circles...

" No one wants to see this. " 　　The burly middle-aged man sighed. "

Let's not talk about that anymore. " "Now I'm worried about how to get what the boss wants. The deadline is getting closer and closer." 　　"Damn it, we tried to scare Takahashi Shizuka before arresting her, and we still failed. That woman is really lucky!" 　　Minghao recalled the scene and felt a surge of warmth in his heart as he thought of the beautiful Takahashi Shizuka. 　　"We were also unlucky. Of all things to choose, we chose to choose when she was with Liu Junxiong." 　　Nan Zhe also frowned. 　　"You can't say that," 　　the burly middle-aged man smiled. "If she hadn't sent her bodyguards away and was meeting with Liu Junxiong , we wouldn't have been able to make a move on her normally. The female bodyguards from the Takahashi family around her are all formidable!" 　　"Even if they are formidable, they can't compare to Liu Junxiong's perverted nature, right?" 　　Thinking of what Takahashi Shizuka and Liu Junxiong might have done on their date, Minghao became angry, and jealousy instantly surged into his heart. "Not to mention what happened on the bridge, the combined number of the three Jin brothers' ten assassins was only slightly less than Nan Zhe's, yet they were subdued by him before they even had a chance to make a move." 　　It had only been an hour since the three assassins were captured, yet they had received the news so quickly and even had a general understanding of the specific situation. They were incredibly resourceful. 　　Nan Zhe's eyes sharpened. "Brother, should I go again? This time, I won't go into his house; I'll just send her to heaven with a bomb." 　　The burly middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly dismissed the idea. "Forget it, let's not provoke Liu Junxiong . His security measures have been strengthened... Let's focus on how to deal with Takahashi Shunsuke and Takahashi Shizuka. That's our main task." 　　Ming Hao said, "That's not too difficult. Since their LCD flat-screen TVs are about to be released, they'll definitely be doing a lot of communication and promotion. Even the best-laid plans can have flaws, especially when they're so busy. We'll lie low and wait; we'll find a new opportunity eventually." 　　The burly middle-aged man completely agreed with him. "Yes, even if we lose a few more brothers this time, we must capture them, or even just one!" 　　"If we can only capture one, who should we choose?" 　　Nan Zhe asked. 　　After a moment's hesitation, the burly middle-aged man made up his mind: "Let's go with Takahashi Shunsuke. Takahashi Shizuka's life is much more structured than his, and catching him is more effective than catching Takahashi Shizuka!" 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　The Dupenka family, whose full name is Billy? Dupenka, has a grandson named Howard. Howard ? Dupenka. 　　Howard is forty-eight years old this year and is Billy's youngest grandson. In Australia, he works as a mid- level employee in a supermarket, earning a modest but enough to support his family. 　　The Dupenka family is very large, now with more than thirty members, and none of them are considered wealthy; they belong to the lower-middle class in Australia . 　　A month ago, Grandpa Billy celebrated his 100th birthday. The day after the birthday party, Grandpa took out his treasured life insurance policy and gave it to his three sons in his study. Sitting beside them were his seven grandchildren; the great-grandchildren were not allowed in the study. 　　After hearing their father's words and having the life insurance policy, written in both English and Japanese, read aloud again, the children and grandchildren laughed. 　　They were all highly educated and understood that wartime documents were utterly unreliable. 　　For example, how many billions of dollars in military scrip did Germany sell in occupied territories? 　　At least hundreds of billions! 　　Now look at the French, Austrians, Czechs, and Slovaks—which of them went to the German ? 　　Even the usually meticulous and trustworthy Germans did so, let alone the shrewd and stingy Japanese. 　　But after the laughter, they couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. 　　After all, this was a fortune worth 10 billion yen! That's over 120 million Australian dollars. If they could actually obtain it, it would greatly improve the lives of the entire Dupenka family! 　　After handing the policy to his children and grandchildren, the old man went to sleep. He had no ; he only hoped his children and grandchildren could live better lives, which was why he had brought out this life insurance policy with such slim hope. Whether it would succeed depended on their own abilities. 　　The family discussed the matter from late at night until dawn, unanimously deciding to send their most outstanding member to Japan to cash the insurance policy. 　　The most outstanding member was Howard. He voluntarily took three months off to handle this important matter . 　　What followed was a series of preparations, including obtaining … Only after all the necessary procedures were completed did Howard board the plane to Japan. 　　He knew obtaining this insurance payout would be difficult, but he hadn't imagined it would be this arduous. 　　Japan Life Insurance, Dai-ichi Life Insurance, and Sumitomo Life Insurance all treated him exceptionally , immediately apologizing for the unreasonable conditions imposed by Japanese life insurance companies during the war. However, because the wartime agreements were no longer applicable, they could only offer the Dupenka family one million yen in compensation, along with reimbursement for all expenses in Japan and round-trip airfare… No difference; all three of Japan's largest life insurance companies used the same wording. 　　Howard, of course, disagreed. But no matter how much he pleaded, argued, or threatened, the Japanese staff at these companies, fluent in English, bowed and apologized, but remained unyielding. Several times, several employees even knelt before him, desperately begging for his forgiveness, startling the Westerners who were unaccustomed to kneeling. 　　After a week of fruitless efforts, Howard was disheartened. If even the three largest life insurance companies were behaving this way, what about the others? 　　But Howard was unwilling to give up without trying them all. 　　In this conflicted state of mind, Howard encountered several enthusiastic Japanese people. 　　These people said they were members of a non-profit organization who had heard about Dupenka's situation and were willing to take him to negotiate with several life insurance companies; they would try their luck not only in Tokyo but also in other prefectures and cities throughout Japan.

At first, Howard didn't believe it, but when he went to major cities like Mito, Utsunomiya, and Sendai, the insurance companies all paid for

their own accommodations and even treated him to Japanese food. They also always

spoke from his perspective during negotiations, infuriating the life insurance company representatives… Their negotiations were all in English,

which Howard naturally understood, and they visited different life insurance companies.

Howard was in a hurry, so he traveled non-stop; he even

covered .

But this proactive attitude didn't help him claim life insurance compensation. Everyone had heard about Howard's story

. Since the largest life insurance companies weren't willing to take on the case, were the smaller ones

going to try? Wouldn't that be like having too much money?

"Mr. Dupenka, further north are Yamagata, Miyagi, and Iwate prefectures. The life insurance companies there

are much smaller than those in the Kinki region. Perhaps you should go directly to Hokkaido, or towards Osaka in the Kansai region

. The life insurance companies there are larger, so there should be some hope,"

a kind middle-aged man said to Howard while they ate ramen at a stall near the hotel that evening.

Howard didn't eat his ramen with the gusto they were enjoying; he ate oden. Although it

wasn't very tasty, it suited his eating habits better than eating thin noodles with chopsticks.

"Never mind, let's not rush. Let's rest and talk about it tomorrow,"

Howard pondered. "Thank you for your help, but I need to think about some things… Sigh, was coming to

Japan a mistake in the first place?"

"You can't say that. It's just that our life insurance companies here lack the courage to take responsibility,"

said another younger man. "These guys are always good at shirking responsibility; money

is far credit."

Howard laughed and said, "Young man, it's not like that. As the people from the three major life

insurance companies , even Germany wouldn't admit to something like this, and

it's understandable that Japan wouldn't admit it either."

The last middle-aged man asked in surprise, "So, Mr. Dupenka, are you... planning to give up?"

Howard shook his head and casually said, "I don't want to give up, but what else can I do? I'd better

go back and talk about it later... Thank you so much for these past few days, you guys..." "At first I misunderstood you, thinking

you had ulterior motives... Let me treat you to dinner at a Western restaurant in Tokyo tomorrow as a token of my gratitude!"

The first middle-aged man was taken aback, then said insincerely, "You've given up... then why not go to one of the three major life

insurance companies to collect the condolence money and expenses..."

Howard shook his head and refused, "No, if I collect this money, it proves I've agreed to their handling

! I can't take a single penny! Only in this way can the descendants of the Dupenka family have a chance to receive the insurance compensation

that rightfully belongs to us."

The three men were puzzled by Howard's behavior. They believed that no matter when or where,

without a special reason, the Japanese life insurance companies would not provide compensation.

Rather than placing their hopes on a vague future, it would be better to take six or seven million yen home, which would be

a small fortune.

Seeing their confused and incomprehensible expressions, Howard didn't explain further. In his view, the amount of money

wasn't the issue; the issue was that if he backed down, his grandfather's expectations would be dashed, which he didn't want to see.

Besides, how nicely did the Japanese name sound?

Condolence money?

It was clearly an attempt to shirk responsibility; they didn't even dare use the name of the insurance compensation.

Howard had been in constant contact with his family about everything that had happened in Japan. His family shared a similar view:

the total of six or seven million yen was only a little over seventy thousand Australian dollars—no need to compromise over such a small amount.

"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

The young man suddenly put down his ramen bowl, muttering to himself in a daze.

The show was about to begin.

The two middle-aged men smiled inwardly. All three of them were among the most eloquent and capable in the company; otherwise,

they wouldn't have been chosen for this task.

Howard wasn't stupid. Of the six major life insurance companies, he had originally intended to go to Yasuda Life Insurance, but after being misled by these

three , he had put Yasuda Life Insurance last… As for now, he didn't want to go to Yasuda

Life Insurance at all; all crows are black, after all!

Howard, thinking something had happened, quickly asked, "Itayama, what's wrong?"

Itayama Kameji, the young man, had red eyes and tears streaming down his face. "This is

outrageous ! How could these people from the life insurance company do this? Are they even Japanese?

They have no sense of morality or ethics, they deserve to die!"

As Howard was still reflecting on his words, Itayama Kameji jumped off his chair with a "bang" and knelt on

the ground, frantically kowtowing. "I'm sorry! Mr. Dupenka, I'm so sorry!"

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The stall was surrounded by cloth, and the ground was hard stone; each kowtow really hurt. The loud

noise startled the owner who was preparing food.

Before the owner could run out, Howard had already helped the swollen-faced Itayama Kameji up. After helping Itayama Kameji back to his seat, Howard was both amused and touched. Such a sincere apology for

something unrelated to him —there weren't many fools like that in the world! 　　Little did he know that the two middle-aged men behind him felt the same way. 　　"Alright, can you represent all the Japanese?" 　　Howard handed a glass of wine to Kameji Itayama. "I appreciate your kindness, but this isn't really the fault of any Japanese . Don't blame yourself! Itayama, you and these two gentlemen are my friends, Howard. Please come to Australia sometime! The Dupenka family will certainly give you a warm welcome!" 　　"We have no face to go!" 　　the two middle-aged men said with a wry smile. 　　Kameji Itayama didn't reply. His face was somber, and he seemed lost in thought. But the moment he finished his glass and put it down , his eyes suddenly lit up. 　　"I've got it!" 　　"Hmm?" 　　"Mr. Dupenka! I've got a solution!"

Kameji Itayama grabbed Howard's hands tightly. "Let's go find reporters, go to TV stations, and expose these disgusting things these

life insurance companies are doing! We'll use public pressure to make them pay the price!"

"Huh?"

Howard feigned surprise. He had considered this approach, but considering this was Japan, and that Japanese

reporters and media wouldn't go against all the life insurance companies in their country because of a foreigner, he quickly

abandoned the idea.

"Still too naive, this kid!" Howard thought.

Kameji Itayama became more and more excited. "Yes, find reporters! One of my uncles happens to be

a reporter , let's go find him!"

Another middle-aged man chimed in, "You mean... one of my classmates is a reporter for NHK,

but I don't know he's very reluctant to help."

The last one clapped his hands and hummed, "My wife's sister is also a reporter for Sankei Shimbun, I'll go

ask her!"

Watching the three of them nervously and hesitantly make the call, Howard couldn't help but feel tears welling up in his eyes.

Even if I don't receive any compensation on this trip to Japan, having three kind-hearted friends is a

lifelong treasure!

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