Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Uesugi glanced at her and noticed that the saleswoman was quite good-looking, with a curvaceous figure and a sweet smile. Although there was a lingering artificiality and artificiality about her, it was understandable.

Luxury stores located in such prime locations likely encounter mostly tourists who come in to browse but leave without buying anything. Having to patiently and meticulously guide these customers only to find all that work wasted would be frustrating for anyone.

Over time, the fact that one can still maintain such a polite smile is already a pretty good level of professionalism.

Hanako Hashimoto, 26 years old, graduated from the Department of Crafts at Kyoto City University of Arts, majoring in dyeing and weaving.

Kyoto City University of Arts is one of the top five art universities in Japan, but even for top graduates from Kyoto City University of Arts, finding a satisfactory job is not easy in today's Japan.

After graduation, she repeatedly encountered setbacks in job interviews. There were plenty of people with higher qualifications than her. Even the sales assistant position at this luxury store was a precious job that she had fought hard to obtain.

This was only because he was fluent in Chinese, Japanese, English, and Korean, which is why the store manager valued him. Otherwise, she, an inexperienced newcomer, might have failed again.

Don't underestimate the sales associate industry.

They're both chefs, but a street vendor chef and a Michelin-starred chef definitely don't earn the same salary.

A sales assistant at a well-known international luxury brand store earns a salary that would make most white-collar workers envious—plus an astonishingly high commission. Selling just one or two items a month is enough for a woman to live comfortably in a big city like Kyoto.

Hashimoto Hanako is a very dedicated and conscientious woman. After working as a sales assistant for several years, she has developed a keen eye for detail.

Take, for example, these three customers who came to our door early this morning.

Aside from her amazing breasts, there wasn't much to notice about the girl. Her clothes were cheap, but the outer garment she wore over them was in decent condition. She was quite cute, but there were just too many cute girls in the world.

That old man was quite interesting; his demeanor, his expression, and even his meticulous movements, lagging half a step behind the boy, made him seem like a butler from a TV drama.

The main character is even more interesting.

She's extremely good-looking, like a TV idol. The only flaw is that her eyes might be a little small. Her expression and posture have an undeniable sharpness—as if she doesn't care about anything.

Unlike those arrogant young masters from noble families.

Those spoiled brats may rely on their families, so their arrogance is exaggerated and superficial.

However, the sharpness in this young man was extremely tenacious, born from the heart, and unshakable.

Moreover, this outfit is probably quite expensive. Hashimoto Hanako is a top student majoring in dyeing and weaving, and she has never seen such delicate fabric in her life.

A simple shirt and riding breeches, in terms of quality, surpass most of the products in the store.

She immediately perked up—maybe she could settle this month's rent today.

She works hard every day, and although her salary is considerable, the expenses in Kyoto are also quite high. She also has a younger brother who needs to go to university, so Hashimoto Hanako's life is very tight.

If I sell a few more pieces of clothing today, I can earn a lot in commission.

Thinking of this, her smile immediately became warm and sincere.

"Hello sir, welcome to Purple Label."

"Is there anything I can help you with? Excuse my intrusion, but are you looking to buy clothes, or...?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi blinked, sniffed somewhat rudely, and his smile became subtle.

He muttered to himself.

"That's a bit outrageous, isn't it?"

"You can run into them here?"

"Although the Hundred Demons Scroll is pretending to be dead, this woman has a demonic aura about her."

"It's very faint, but it definitely exists. It's interesting. Is it a reincarnation, a newly born demon, or a human transformed into a demon?"

"interesting."

"Forget it, the demonic energy is pure and it probably hasn't hurt anyone. I've been too busy lately to deal with it. I'll worry about it later."

After thinking it over, Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled slightly, put his hands on Kyoko's shoulders, and pushed her forward.

Xingzi was completely numb.

This store is terrifying!!!

This is hundreds of times scarier than the roadside shops we saw before!!!

The obsidian marble floor tiles were so shiny they reflected light, and spotless. The sales assistants were all smiles and had impeccable manners. The fluorescent lights, strung together with crystal pieces, emitted a warm glow, clearly indicating their high cost. I had just glanced at the clothing tag, and there were six zeros after the whole number!

That's just a regular men's shirt!

Who would spend millions on a shirt?!

She had never been to a place like this before, and all the wealth she had accumulated since childhood might not be enough to buy even one piece of clothing here.

She was so nervous that she walked with a limp. If Uesugi Kiyoshi hadn't been holding her hand, she might have run away in a panic.

Kiyoshi Uesugi himself didn't care much for luxury goods.

He once read a statement that resonated deeply with him: luxury goods are consolation items that capitalists sell to a higher-income segment of the proletariat, making them believe that by having them, they are no longer proletarians, but middle class.

The truly good things aren't sold in shopping malls. You can't buy those limited editions from top luxury brands that are designed by famous designers and handcrafted.

Even so, he couldn't let Kyoko go out in such shabby clothes; that would be a dereliction of duty on his part.

So, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Japan is quite class-conscious, so if Kyoko dresses nicely, she'll be more respected when she goes out.

"Sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush."

"Seasonal clothing, presentable formal wear, casual wear, loungewear, sportswear, and even pajamas."

"Take out everything you have here that she can use."

“My judgment is so-so, but you seem quite professional. I’ll leave it to you to handle.”

"Any questions?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi's words were very simple and to the point, which left Hashimoto Hanako stunned for a moment.

But then a surge of ecstasy welled up inside me.

Although it sounds a bit like a nouveau riche's talk—but this is a big deal!

This young master looks like someone who's not short of money!

Who would go against a sugar daddy?

Hashimoto Hanako bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle and shouted "Hi!" very loudly.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Then, she gently coaxed Nohara Kyoko to the fitting room.

"Miss, please come this way. Our clothes will enhance your beauty, make you stand out, and amaze your boyfriend."

She has a keen eye for people. When she noticed the way Uesugi Kiyoshi looked at Kyoko, she was pretty sure that they couldn't possibly be siblings.

Hashimoto Hanako believes that there is no other relationship between men and women besides that between siblings.

Kyoko was at a loss. She looked to Uesugi Kiyoshi for help, but was met with an encouraging smile.

She didn't want to buy clothes here.

A dress that costs several thousand yen is also very nice.

It can be worn for several years.

But she dared not say these words aloud. She was afraid of losing face in front of everyone. It would be one thing for her to lose face, but if she were to embarrass Uesugi-kun, that would be a terrible sin!

Uesugi Kiyoshi noticed Kyoko's anxiety and spoke gently.

"Go, Apricot."

"I'm sorry, I'm not very confident in my taste in clothes, otherwise I should have picked them out for you myself."

"It's okay, go try on the clothes."

"After we finish buying clothes, let's go for a walk together. I heard there are a few temples here that are quite effective for making wishes, let's go check them out."

"I asked Ueno-san to make a restaurant reservation for lunch. If there's anywhere you'd like to go, we can go together this afternoon."

Listening to Uesugi Kiyoshi's gentle words, Kyoko felt much less nervous.

Seeing this, Hashimoto Hanako roughly understood what kind of plot this was: a poor woman and a rich man, the Cinderella story often portrayed in TV dramas, and today she finally saw it in real life.

Hmm. This young lady is well-endowed and has a voluptuous figure, so it's no wonder she's captivated by this wealthy young master.

Hashimoto Hanako also has a way of dealing with this kind of girl.

She called out two names loudly and gave them a wink. Several new junior colleagues understood and jogged over. They were all watching everything that was happening here, and upon receiving instructions from the supervisor, they immediately began to act.

Girls like this are usually not good at saying no.

Surrounded by several heavily made-up saleswomen, Xingzi walked somewhat stiffly into the fitting room not far away.

After bowing again to Uesugi Kiyoshi, Hashimoto Hanako was about to take charge of the situation.

Uesugi Kiyoshi called out to her.

"This sales assistant."

Meeting that eager gaze, Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled and said the words that made Hashimoto Hanako's heart flutter.

"Money is not a problem, do you understand what I mean?"

Chapter 315 Nouveau Riche Uesugi Kiyoshi

"That figure is just too unfair!"

"No, Supervisor Hashimoto, a size S is too tight in the chest, and the other sizes are too big!"

"Don't panic, go and look around. The special offer section should have the right size, and bring all the handmade custom-made stock over here!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi grabbed a chair and listened to the whispers inside the fitting room, while gazing at the passersby outside, lost in thought.

Ueno Mitsuishi stood beside him and quietly asked, "Uesugi-kun, you're not really just here to buy clothes today, are you?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled slightly and shook his head.

"By the way, there's something else—did Akutagawa mention it to you? I've found traces of the people who attacked us."

"It's probably around here. Since I'm a monk and there are many temples around, I thought I'd come and take a look around to see if I could find anything."

Ueno Mitsuishi nodded knowingly.

"I understand, I'll pay attention."