I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 298 You're celebrating now?

The corridor outside the emergency exit gate was very quiet.

It's likely that the upper-class residents of this community don't have a habit of using emergency exits.

However, in many movies, emergency exits become hotbeds for all sorts of hidden, even sordid and obscene, things.

Perhaps the director wanted to portray the emergency exit as a 'lawless zone' or a 'place for venting,' or perhaps to completely denigrate it. Even within the glittering facade of a modern building, there are places where filth hides, places where people can unleash their full human desires.

I don't know what those symbols mean, but right now Tsukino Gen feels like he's embodying that spirit.

Hearing Kawakami Shinichiro's hesitant yet rather solemn words, Tsukino Gen was not at all surprised.

Or rather, I had considered this possibility much earlier.

It just seems to have happened a little earlier than I expected.

Therefore, the difference in this time point must mean that something unexpected happened, or that there was an unplanned change.

The boy looked silently at the seemingly somber young man.

"It's normal. Some people are stuck in the past for too long and can't adapt to the new world. Or, they simply don't like difficult paths, so they prefer to choose ways that make money quickly. This coincides with their original intention in this line of work, and such things are bound to happen sooner or later."

Some people like to take the path of petty theft, cheating, or even committing crimes, and then turn around and say that their journey has been more difficult and arduous than that of ordinary people.

The original intention was simply that ordinary roads are too difficult, like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge.

There are many people like this in yakuza organizations. They not only think that the so-called 'morality' is cool, but also that this kind of life is more relaxed.

After all, with no tomorrow to worry about, and the possibility of everyone around you dying means you could unexpectedly rise to prominence, like an arts festival. Outlive your peers and you become an artist; outlive your colleagues and you can become the boss.

Therefore, as Baifeng Hongye transforms the entire Baifeng Summit industry chain according to its own requirements, some people who already lack cultural literacy will quickly expose their shortcomings; they are not adapted to a more legitimate way of making money.

They might feel that the money comes too slowly, that it's too complicated, or that they simply can't understand or learn it.

Thus, the so-called 'conservatives' emerged.

Shinichiro Kawakami, smoking a cigarette, looked at the boy in front of him who wasn't shy at all while smoking and said in a low voice.

"I haven't told Miss Bai Feng about this yet, but I think with her intelligence, she should know by now. I haven't heard any news about any activity within the organization."

Gen Tsukino nodded.

"After all, the veterans who are still around today were the ones who supported her rise to power. Even if she wants to deal with them, she has to be careful not to be too quick to discard them after they've served their purpose, as this could lead to criticism and unrest among the people."

This is indeed a problem that Baifeng Hongye needs to consider.

They helped you rise to the top, even using their connections and most of their funds, all for the reward and security of choosing the right side later.

However, you dealt with them because of something that most people in this yakuza organization tacitly agreed to, which will inevitably cause considerable turmoil.

But Tsukino Gen was even more aware that this was the kind of upheaval that was bound to happen during the organization's transformation.

If not handled properly, it could embolden them and make them even more uncontrollable. When your authority and credibility as the leader have drastically diminished, you will have no chance to make a change.

So what awaits you?

These people must have been the trigger for something, but they ended up getting burned themselves.

Shinichiro Kawakami sighed.

"I'm just worried that now that things have just settled down at the White Summit, these people might cause the entire organization to become unstable again."

Tsukino Gen looked at the other person with amusement, "War always makes people rich. That's how you climbed up. Why are you afraid of turmoil now?"

Indeed, Shinichiro Kawakami is a classic example of how circumstances can create heroes, although he was by no means the primary contributor. However, his loyalty, accurate judgment, and decisive actions in this matter still brought him considerable benefits.

He shook his head with a self-deprecating smile. "In those times, we rushed forward without hesitation, just so that we could have a more stable life in the future. After all, everyone in this line of work has to be aware of that, right? To gain fame and fortune from these upheavals is to risk becoming a victim in the next upheaval. You could say I'm already walking on thin ice."

"How old are you to be so worried about the future? Aren't you afraid people will say you're a coward?"

It sounds a little incongruous that Tsukino Gen, a high school student, is saying how old Kawakami Shinichiro, a "grown man," is. However, Kawakami's admiration for the boy is genuine.

He replied with a wry smile, "Let them say what they want. It's their mouth. My life is my own, and I just want to enjoy it in peace."

"Actually, it's impossible to do that. In this industry, especially for someone like you who has read a lot of books and has a lot of experience, even if you really have free time, you will feel uneasy."

Shinichiro Kawakami looked at the boy.

“Sometimes I really find it hard to see you as a teenager. What I find most frightening is not your ability to handle various things, but the fact that you seem to understand everyone and can see right through people at a glance.”

Gen Tsukino took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and then casually tossed it at his feet to extinguish it.

If you're already smoking, you don't need to care about basic manners.

"So someone like me is destined to have few friends."

Kawakami nodded. "I don't expect to be your friend either."

"Alright, I understand what you're saying. But how to handle it ultimately depends on your new president. I can't handle all the problems for you. In other words, a large organization that can't even handle its own internal problems will eventually collapse at some point."

"I see."

"Okay. I'll head back now. Thank you for your hard work today."

"You're welcome, goodbye Mr. Tsukino."

Shinichiro Kawakami and the large group of people who had helped with the move did not reappear in front of Yuki Sakuraba.

Gen Tsukino returned to the other person's new room alone. It's clear that people's attachment to the past is relative.

When you encounter something truly better, it's hard to resist. This "better" isn't just a new house you move into, but also a new person you meet.

Sakuraba Yuki was still looking around, dazzled.

It seems that everything visible to the naked eye is filled with small details that bring joy, even the color of the curtains.

"You know what? I've always wanted to buy these blackout curtains. That way I won't have to wear an eye mask in the afternoon or when I want to take a nap."

At that moment, she was as innocently happy as a child.

Gen Tsukino took a disposable cup, poured himself a glass of water, and then sat down on the soft sofa.

He had already shaken off the smell of smoke on himself before entering, so the woman wouldn't smell any unpleasant odors.

"Can't you stand even a little light when you sleep?"

Tsukino Gendo asked.

Sakuraba Yuki calmed down a little, and some fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The shirt seemed to cling to her skin; although not completely transparent, the top button was undone, allowing some of the more conservative glimpses of her skin to breathe.

In Gen Tsukino's eyes, it was like the tip of a huge iceberg.

For men, a woman who is half-concealed is a more sophisticated form of seduction, far more alluring than a woman standing naked in front of them.

Especially since this woman has a conservative and shy image, always hiding her face, yet inadvertently revealing her charm, it makes her even more irresistible.

Fortunately, it's already autumn, not the summer when all hormones are poised to surge and stir.

Why do I feel like I need to drink more water?

She reached up and touched the strands of hair that had fallen onto her neck; the sticky feeling was probably a viscous fragrance? A strange thought.

"Yeah. It's true, I don't know why, but since coming to Zhaori, my sleep quality has been very poor. I wake up easily at the slightest noise. If I'm not so busy every day that I fall asleep almost as soon as my head hits the pillow, it's basically like a day off when I often suffer from insomnia."

"It's probably the anxiety of big cities. It's normal. Many people who have just arrived in Zhaori feel the same way."

Tsukino Gen answered like a seasoned veteran.

This made Sakuraba Yuki burst into laughter, her body trembling wildly—literally wildly. Even the restraint of her underwear seemed unable to completely confine a heart yearning for freedom.

Yes, the heart is enclosed in the chest cavity.

"Hey, you're talking like a grown-up. It's like you've lived in Zhaori for years. You only got in a couple of years ago, didn't you?"

"But I'm very adaptable."

"Hey! Are you saying the teacher is being pretentious?"

"Hahaha, that's not what I meant. You said it yourself."

Gen Tsukino couldn't help but laugh.

Looking at the boy's carefree smile, I don't know why, but this expression, which often appears on his face, now seems to have a certain charm that makes my heart race.

Perhaps it's because the sun has set?
Perhaps it's because what just happened has shaken something?

Unaware of the danger, she instinctively felt a burning sensation in her cheeks and moved her face away.

Just as her mind was in a state of uncontrollable confusion, Tsukino Gen stood up.

"Alright, now that everything's done, we've had dinner, and we've moved, I won't stay any longer."

"Hey wait!"

Almost instinctively, without even thinking about it, Sakuraba Yuki called out to the boy.

Tsukino Gen looked at the other person strangely, "What's wrong? Is there something else?"

Sakuraba Yuki suddenly panicked.

Why did I call him over?
Isn't this the final procedure for today?

He helped me a lot, making me feel indebted, and then he left gracefully, leaving me at home repeatedly reflecting on what he had done and overthinking.
and many more.

Thinking about these things is just wishful thinking!
No, that's not how it is!
Why did you call him back? What was the reason? And why did you feel flustered and confused after calling him back?
Under pressure, almost every thought is squeezing through the brain.

then.

Her vision was almost blurred, and her face was flushed.

"Um... I just moved to a new house today, how about we celebrate?"

"celebrate?"

Genko Tsukino wondered, is this really something worth celebrating?

"Uh, yes, yes, isn't there always a celebration to congratulate someone on moving? How about we have a drink at my place?"

Good guy.

Anyway, you can't escape the calamity of alcohol, right?
……

(End of this chapter)