Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 53: Sayuri Sato's sudden ward check
Ninety million yen.

That is 4.5 million RMB.

If another task were to drop from Nakamaki Midoriko and the money continued to double, Kitahara would become a multi-millionaire.

A millionaire with 10 million in liquid capital.

Kitahara found it hard to imagine how popular he was at that time.

His eyes were filled with naked admiration as he looked at Midori Nakamaki.

Where in the world can you find a female college student who is both useful and willing to pay?
The ringing of his cell phone interrupted his thoughts.

Kitahara glanced down.

The female manager called again. He thought about it and ignored it, looking at Nakamaki Miyoko.

"Senior sister, don't be too happy too soon."

"I'm lending you the car to make up for my afternoon work."

“But I haven’t asked to borrow money yet.”

"?"

The smile on Nakamaki Miyoko's face suddenly stopped. She looked at Kitahara blankly: "Aren't you going to lend me money?"

"That depends on how sincere you are," Kitahara said gently.

money.

he wants.

He wants to take advantage of the bargain!
It’s a win-win situation!

When dealing with a gold digger like this, there's no point in wasting words, just take advantage of her!
Nakamaki Midori gritted her teeth. This bastard is indeed not a vegetarian.

"Then I'll kiss you again."

"If that's the case, the bus stop is 500 meters away. Walk slowly." Beiyuan pointed to the bus stop in the distance. "Do you have any coins in your pocket? If not, I can lend them to you, Senior."

joke.

Just a kiss and you can borrow tens of millions?

Did this strong woman make a mistake?
"."

Miyoko Nakamaki gritted her teeth. She was now wearing high heels and a tight suit uniform, and this little pervert actually let her take the bus home!
"Do you have a conscience?" She couldn't help but complain.

"conscience?"

Kitahara was surprised: "Are you talking to me about conscience, Senior? I thought no one had one."

"."

Nakamaki Miyoko rolled her eyes at him and said helplessly, "I knew you were a stinky little brother with all your evil intentions. Tell me, what do you want your sister to accompany you for? I'll think about it."

Although it was a transaction, Nakamaki Midori was not averse to it.

Compared to others, she really prefers to be with Kitahara.

Kitahara is more pure, what he says is what he means, and he never plays tricks. Although he is a bit lustful, but being lustful also proves that he is charming, doesn't it?
"I haven't seen the senior sister's house yet."

Kitahara asked, "Can you make me dinner?"

Nakamaki Miyoko narrowed her eyes.

Does he want dinner, or does he want to be his own dinner?
"Okay."

Nakamaki Miyoko smiled calmly, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in Kitahara's ear: "But your girlfriend won't be angry if you come to my house for dinner?"

"Of course not." Kitahara shook his head.

Qianchuan will not know about this.

He just made a simple deal with a gold digger, and after that, they only maintained a physical relationship. Qianchuan didn't need to worry about it, her girlfriend status would not change.

After all, Kitahara prefers girls from good families.

Nakamaki Midori gritted her teeth and borrowed 20 million from Kitahara, and both parties wrote a promissory note.

After transferring the money, Kitahara suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "By the way, does Senior know where there's a famous detective?"

"detective?"

There was a hint of doubt in Nakamaki Miyoko's eyes.

Japanese private detectives don't have a good reputation. They only do jobs like catching mistresses and adulterers. It's impossible for them to become the saviors of the police like in the movies. What does Kitahara want to do by looking for a detective?
"I do know one." When she was in college, Nakamaki Midori had learned some information about this. Of course, it was not to investigate others, but to prevent others from investigating her.

"It's a very famous detective agency, but the prices are very high."

"money is not a problem."

"Then I'll take you to see it."

The car went off the road, splashing water along the curb.

Kitahara sent several messages to Qianchuan, asking who the morally corrupt teacher was, and finally got a name.

'Matsuda Yuki'

Beiyuan had some impression of this person before, and there was a hint of deep thought in his eyes.

The coach of the swimming department was not the head coach, of course. He just trained for a few years and won a few places in international competitions. Later, he retired and came to teach at Peking University.

He usually has a good reputation among girls and is said to be a very gentle and gentlemanly coach.

Whether he is a gentleman or not is another matter.

Half an hour later, at a detective agency, Kitahara got out of the car.

"This is it."

Nakamaki Miyoko nodded and said, "I won't go in. You go alone."

She knew that Kitahara was hiding a lot of secrets, and as a sensible woman, she shouldn't delve into them. For example, why did Kitahara have so much money, and what identity was he hiding?

There is probably not much to say about these things. Anyway, the money is real and the car is real.

It's possible that he is the illegitimate son of some consortium.

Nakamaki Miyoko smiled and waved.

Beiyuan walked into the office and looked around curiously. It looked like an ordinary company with not many people. When he heard that there were guests, a middle-aged man immediately poked his head out.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Kitahara."

"Hello."

The private detective was a middle-aged man with stubble. When he met Bei Yuan, he first shook hands with him, then invited him into his office and poured him a cup of tea.

In the office, Kitahara put forward his demands.

The middle-aged man looked troubled: "This matter is a bit difficult to handle"

In Japan, if you use illegal means to investigate others, the evidence you take will not be recognized and it will easily ruin your reputation. Kitahara's request is very clear. He wants him to investigate this man named Matsuda Yuki, and then ruin his reputation so that he can no longer survive in school or even in society.

“I know it’s difficult, so the rewards are great.”

Kitahara punched in a few numbers, and the private detective looked interested.

“It’s difficult, but I’ll try! But the outcome is uncertain.”

"The price is negotiable." Kitahara tactfully changed a number.

"I was born to do this job! Don't worry, I will definitely succeed if I take action!"

".Anyway, thank you for your help."

Kitahara was speechless for a moment and silently withdrew his gaze. He suddenly remembered that it seemed that it was not only his girlfriend who was harassed.

Sayuri Sato is also being troubled by the school's top management.

Although that person couldn't do anything to her as long as she had no intention of asking for a raise, this matter still had to be resolved. There was no such thing as guarding against thieves for a thousand days.

Thinking of this, Kitahara called Sato Sayuri.

The middle-aged detective walked out of the office very consciously.

The phone rang, and Sayuri Sato's voice came from the other end, her tone brisk: "Did you see me? You called me so early, come down and open the door."

"what?"

Kitahara was stunned for a moment, not understanding what she was saying.

"I said, I'm at your door, is the signal bad?"

The female teacher's voice came with a smile, and a thousand alpaca horses ran through Kitahara's heart.

Why are you at my door?!

(End of this chapter)