Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 40 Let’s Get a Room
Kitahara glanced at Senkawa Ryoka who was eating happily, and felt speechless. The system must have gone crazy to give such a task. She would be completely different from the one she is now after 35 years.

Also, taking him to a hotel is fine, but what lesson is that?

Is this how to play the alphabet circle?

Kitahara pondered the feasibility.

It is easy to take Qianchuan to the hotel. She now listens to me and even if I take her to a hotel, she will probably cry and follow me out while she sheds tears.

If you go a step further and ask her to take off her clothes, I guess she will do the same thing, wiping her tears and taking them off with a wronged look on her face.

The lesson was a bit too much.

Teach a good girl who works hard a lesson, and teach a rotten crotch a lesson, no matter how you think about it, the latter is more appropriate. If he really did that, he would feel guilty.

of course.

Appearance is also an advantage, and Kitahara wants it.

What attracts people is always thoughts, and the height of thoughts determines a person's charm. But having a good-looking face can make people ignore thoughts to a certain extent and gain short-term happiness.

After thinking so much, Beiyuan did not hide his purpose. He really wanted this appearance optimization card.

Who doesn’t want to look better?

The advantage in appearance is also an advantage. Since there are benefits, why not take it?

However, Senkawa Ryoka is a good girl and cannot be taught or threatened in the usual way.

Kitahara still has some conscience.

So, maybe there is a way to cheat.

Just as he was thinking, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Kitahara picked up the phone casually.

"Hello, is this Mr. Kitahara Yoki?"

On the other end of the phone, there was a pure and lovely female voice.

"Yes, what do you want to talk to me about?" Kitahara frowned.

"I'm Aya Imai, a manager at Citibank. You just deposited 40 million yen with me."

Kitahara's phone was on speakerphone.

So Senkawa Ryoka, who was sitting opposite, naturally heard it.

When she heard 40 million yen, her eyes widened and she looked at Kitahara in shock. They were both human beings, so why was there such a big difference?

Senkawa Ryoka's family is very poor.

A gambling mom and a seriously ill dad.

The family finances almost fell on her alone. Qianchuan Liangxiang calculated carefully every day, wandering in the abyss bit by bit, feeling that the world was like a prison, punishing her, an unfortunate person.

There were many times when Qianchuan couldn't help but have thoughts of falling into depravity, but he gritted his teeth and persevered until now.

Her father still needs medical expenses.

She can't die
So, when Senkawa Ryoka heard that Kitahara had so much money, her first reaction was silence.

Then comes low self-esteem.
Deep inferiority complex.

"Our bank can offer you a suitable interest rate as long as you are willing to deposit the money regularly."

"Saving money?"

Kitahara glanced at Qianchuan and shook his head: "I don't need it. I want to buy something recently."

The highest interest rate a bank can offer is only 6%. If you deposit it for one year, the annual income of 240,000 yuan is almost equivalent to a working person's monthly salary.

No need to save it.

The female manager's tone remained gentle: "Are you planning to buy any financial products?"

"Does Maybach count?" Kitahara said casually.

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The female manager's expression froze for a moment. She had nothing to say to this rich and willful young man.

However, professional managers are all excellent, and even so, she did not lose her patience: "If you plan to invest in the future, you can contact us, and I will personally serve you."

The phone was not hung up, and the female manager was still talking about her own financial products.

Beiyuan was too lazy to take it, so he put the phone on the table, looked at Qianchuan and said, "How are you going to get home later?"

"I'll walk."

"Aren't my family members worried?" "My father is in the hospital and my mother doesn't care about me." Qianchuan lowered his head.

In school, they were classmates and there was no obvious difference in their status. Everyone wore the same school uniforms and ate the same food, but outside of school, the class differences between the two were as huge as the gap between heaven and earth.

Now, in front of Beiyuan, her inferiority complex can no longer be described in words.

Beiyuan was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and whispered:

"That is to say, even if you don't go back at night, it doesn't matter."

"Yes, if you need it."

"Huh?" Qianchuan was stunned.

Who is speaking?

Kitahara and Chikawa paused and looked at their phones at the same time.

The Citibank manager, Ms. Imai Aya, finally returned from the two men's sight.

"You haven't hung up yet?" Kitahara was confused.

It's so late, and these bank people are so dedicated. I don't know what to say.

"Customers are God. If you need anything, I can come out from home to see you. Of course, it's about the deposit." The female manager continued to laugh.

Judging from her age, this female manager is not too old, at least not yet 40 years old. Those who are around 30 years old and can reach this position are indeed capable of doing things.

Even if you are ignored, you still remain patient.

Not bad.

She deserves the money.

Kitahara couldn't help laughing: "Forget about going out, let's add each other's contact information. If I need anything, I'll come to you."

Since this lady has been so proactive, it seems unreasonable not to give her a chance?
"Okay, I'll add you right away!"

After the call was hung up, Kitahara's phone rang. There was one more contact in his contact list, and it was the female manager from before.

【Aya Ayako】

Kitahara added her as a friend with great interest. The other party was not shy and went straight to the point, sending a photo.

That's Aya Imai's swimsuit.

Judging from her facial features, she looks very sweet. Although she is not tall, she has a nice bust and a very contagious smile.

Kitahara stared at the huge pair for a while, until he noticed the gaze coming from the opposite side, then he looked up and saw the girl's complicated expression.

"She's quite pretty."

Senkawa Ryoka looked at the photo in Kitahara's hand, and her inferiority complex grew even stronger.

She is well-dressed, lives a happy life, and has a sweet and smiling face. Any boy would like such a person, right?
But such a woman was actually so flattering to Kitahara.

"It's okay, among the people I know, it's pretty good."

But I couldn't even make it into the top five.

Although the girlfriend in front of me is wearing a tattered uniform and looks shabby, but if she dresses up well and puts on some makeup, her true charm will show.

Beiyuan said casually, "Don't bother with women like that. There are at least five of them coming to your house every day."

"So many?"

Senkawa Ryoka was at a loss after hearing this. Three or five girls took the initiative to find Kitahara. This means that there are many more competitors than she thought, and they are all very proactive.

Even as a bystander, she could hear the ambiguous tone in the phone call just now.

no doubt.

This female manager, a well-known woman in society, was actually willing to check into a hotel with Beiyuan for the money.

When she heard Kitahara's proposal, her first reaction was to refuse.
“How can I compare myself with others?”

Inferiority complex completely crushed Senkawa Ryoka.

She couldn't think of what qualifications she had to ask Beiyuan for money.
No.

In fact, there are.

Doesn’t Kitahara like his own body very much?

She pursed her lips, her eyes dead, and finally said softly: "Let's go get a room."

"Don't look for her, okay?"

(End of this chapter)