Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Chapter 88 Health Preservation Time

Ayako froze, then jumped up from her chair, straddled Hideaki, and straddled the back of his neck, grabbing his hair and shaking his head. "How could you do this to me? How could you do this!"

To prevent her from falling, Xiuming wrapped his arms around her legs and held them to his chest, then stood up and went straight to the second floor.

"Make me clothes right now. I want clothes that look like they belong to a rich person."

"You're so awful, I'm going to crush you... I'm going to pull your hair out..."

"Go back to your room and do it again."

Hideaki kicked open Ayako's room door and turned Ayako to the front.

The door slammed shut.

"Ah~~~ no... why is it happening again? I haven't showered yet, I'm dirty..."

On the first floor, Ezaki, who had just sold his stocks and was drinking coffee, suddenly stopped, moved the coffee cup away from his lips, stared at the rim of the cup for a long time, and his expression gradually became distorted.

"Ugh~ Damn it, so annoying..."

The Tokyo Stock Exchange's First Section is closed for lunch.

Although the stock exchange is no longer as frantically busy as it was a few years ago, the performance targets are still putting immense pressure on everyone.

Moreover, with the economic downturn becoming increasingly apparent, many companies are laying off employees, which has increased their pressure.

Especially for frontline sales staff whose performance is closely tied to the company's, they don't even have time to catch their breath as soon as the transaction period ends, and they each start the next step of their work with their own sales plans in mind.

The stock exchange not only trades stocks, but also government bonds, local government bonds, power bonds, as well as funds and various trust investments.

The head office assigns sales targets to the branch offices, the branch offices then assign sales targets to their leaders, and the leaders then distribute these sales targets to each team and each employee.

Moreover, success is only achieved if the annual target is exceeded. No matter how hard you work, there's no escape from this system.

As a new employee, Tachibana doesn't have a heavy performance burden, but she faces greater competitive pressure. She is currently in the probationary period and has to compete with other employees who joined at the same time for the position.

Colleagues have already started looking for sales targets from the company's database or potential customer lists.

They mainly target wealthy individuals: doctors, tax consultants, general managers of small and medium-sized enterprises, senior executives or managers of large enterprises, and retired officials and cadres.

They called everyone, went door-to-door to sell, trying every possible way to get them to buy more shares, then tried every possible way to get them to sell their shares, then encouraged them to buy other products, then sell, then buy, then sell again… and so on…

Tachibana took one last, deep look at the account with 8000 million yen in funds, and reluctantly closed the account.

If I were to handle all this money, I would not only be free from the pressure of competing for the position, but I might also become the sales champion for this quarter.

I'll get my performance bonus next month when I receive my salary.

After I pay off my credit card and consumer loan, I'll still have some money left. I can eat the fancy meals I want, buy the new clothes I like, and buy the cosmetics I want...

But he's already married, and he still wants to treat me to dinner...

Tachibana was buying lunch in a daze, and before she knew it, she had bought a luxurious lunch that she usually couldn't afford: fried chicken legs and fried chicken cutlets, big pieces, a whole bucket.

Back in the office, I ate without any appetite and felt completely out of it.

"Wow~ Tachibana-chan, today's lunch is so lavish! Did you close a big deal? I just got a 500 million yen sale!"

A female colleague who was a competitor of hers sat down next to Tachibana, seemingly very affectionately, and gave her a "V" sign with an innocent and carefree expression.

There were only five open positions, but fifteen people were competing with each other, all secretly vying for the same spots, wishing they could run each other over with their cars, yet still wearing smiles on their faces.

The greatest pleasure is showing off one's achievements to dampen the other party's enthusiasm, while also currying favor with the leader, which greatly improves one's image.

"Really? You're amazing. I'm not so good. I only made 2000 million yen in sales today."

"It's okay~ Actually, you—what?!" My colleague jumped up, screaming in a piercing voice, "You're kidding, right?!"

The entire office suddenly fell silent.

As a frontline salesperson, I'm always looking for new clients, so it's rare to come across such a large order. After all, clients with such high-value deals already have established business managers.

Moreover, the current abnormal stock market has made many investors hesitant, causing them to stop investing and withdraw their funds.

"But he has 100 million yen in his account, and he only bought 20 million yen worth of stocks from me. It's really a headache. Sigh~" Tachibana suppressed a laugh and let out a long sigh.

"what??"

My colleague's mouth was agape as if it had been dislocated, and his eyes were filled with despair.

A tremendous sense of satisfaction welled up from the bottom of Tachibana's heart.

Is this what it feels like to be a superior person? Is this what it feels like to be a top salesperson? I want to cry my heart out and then yell out the window.

"Tachibana-chan, are you sure?" The bald team leader, who walked with a brisk pace, placed his hands on the table, his face filled with excitement.

He was in charge of deciding whether to keep or dismiss employees during their probationary period.

“Yes, Takagi-senpai!” Tachibana quickly stood up. “I’m absolutely sure!”

"Great! We must get that 100 million yen! If we do, my position is yours. You've brought immense honor to our team; let's cheer and applaud our hero!!!"

Snap snap snap snap snap snap snap...

"I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Tachibana was filled with excitement and her blood was boiling.

On the other side, Xiuming.

Because he not only spent more than an hour interacting with Ayako last night, but also comforted Riko for two hours after returning home, he felt he could continue this morning, but restrained himself due to health concerns.

Ayako blushed deeply, biting her lower lip, grabbing Hideaki's hair, and shaking her head repeatedly, crying out, "Stop doing this... I'm so embarrassed..."

This situation, which made her feel so ashamed, obviously wouldn't take long to resolve.

“I’ll give you five minutes to rest,” Xiuming said, pulling the soft Ayako up so she could lean against the headboard. He then sat on the white mattress, handed her a glass of water, and said, “After you’ve rested, I’ll make you a suit.”

"You annoying guy..." Ayako picked up the water glass, turned to the side to take a sip, and pushed the glass back. "Please don't say hurtful things like that again, okay?"

“That depends on your performance,” Xiuming placed the water glass on the bedside table and straightened Ayako’s bold, soft, and bright dress. “As long as you don’t meddle in other people’s business, we can get along quite well. After all, your place is really wonderful. I haven’t found any woman who is better than you. When we have more children, we might not have enough breast milk, so you’ll have to help out.”

"I only feed my children."

"You're so selfish, let's break up!"

"Bastard..." Ayako slapped Hideaki's leg.

Xiuming's perfunctory expression froze instantly, and his eyes twitched rapidly.

Ayako froze, then quickly covered her face and peeked at him, saying, "You look like you're in a lot of pain, let me help you."

Hideaki stood up expressionlessly, his back to Ayako, and took two deep breaths. "Don't do anything dangerous to me again. I'm your man, you should cherish me."

"It was an accident..." Ayako said, suppressing a laugh. "Does it hurt a lot? Do you want me to rub it for you?"

"I'm taking care of my health." Xiuming turned around, his face full of righteousness. "Are you rested enough? Hurry up and make me some clothes."

Chapter 89 Men Who Can Make Money Possess Extremely Strong Self-Discipline

"Okay, consider it an apology." Ayako chuckled, covering her mouth.

She picked out a pure black silk from a pile of fabrics and then used a soft measuring tape to measure Xiuming's entire body.

During the measurement, he would occasionally make an aggressive gesture towards a certain spot, which made Xiuming feel a momentary sense of insecurity.

After all, she had never hidden her dream of having affairs. Although she felt at ease with herself, she was still a little guilty. What if she got used to this behavior and grabbed a pair of scissors at the slightest provocation?

He finally lost his temper, grabbed her ear and lifted her up, making her stand on one leg on her tiptoes. "Is this fun?"

"It was just a joke!" Ayako said with a grin. "We weren't really fighting."

"Then you'll have to know his good points..."

We must nip any bad signs in the bud; we can't afford any accidents. It's too terrifying. We have to risk it all...

The door slammed shut with a loud bang, followed by Ezaki's shout: "Are you guys ever going to stop...?"

The unlocked door was opened.

Looking into the room from the doorway, it's a side view of Hideaki and Ayako.

Hideaki stood there, while Ayako sat on a small stool in front of him. Her clothes were too loose, with the collar tied at the forearm, revealing her fair and smooth shoulders. The two of them turned to look at him at the same time.

They clearly presented themselves as innocent victims, implying "You're being very rude" and "Do you even know how to behave?"

Jiang Qi, who was raising his hand to bang on the door, was even more taken aback than they were. After his eyes focused, his face stiffened, and he turned away abruptly, staggering into the maid's room next door, muttering, "Sorry to have disturbed your fun, you two perverts..."

“She said you’re a pervert,” Xiuming said, looking down.

“You too,” Ayako said, looking up at him.

“I need to take care of my health,” Xiuming said, pulling the hem of her dress over her shoulder and gathering it up. “Hurry up and make me some clothes, I have a date.”

After Xiuming finished speaking, he threw the used wet wipes into the trash bag next to him and tied his waist belt.

I've never worn underwear and I love the feeling of freedom that comes with flying.

"You despicable man, aren't you worried about exploding right now, trying to date other women?"

Ayako wanted to use some harsh methods on him, but she was worried that he would turn the tables on her halfway through and then say something hurtful afterward, which would definitely make her sad for a long time.

He did everything he was supposed to do, and he seemed quite responsible.

In terms of career, he not only helped me develop an "embroidery business plan," but also provided me with 100 million yen in stock investment funds.

Physiologically, when he first came in, every time he used that move, it would drive people crazy involuntarily, making them feel ashamed and guilty, and eager to repay him.

He's responsible, perverted, and a scumbag—it's really a dilemma for me.

“A man who can make money can restrain himself at any time,” Hideaki said righteously. “I understand your feelings. Although you are great, there are many more challenges waiting for me in the future. I can’t stop here. You need to understand my difficulties like Riko does…”

"Don't brainwash me, you big pervert, I'm about to become your shape..." Ayako angrily grabbed a ruler and pencil, turned her back and leaned on the workbench, "Let's make clothes."

The phone rang a few times in the nanny's room next door. Jiang Qi answered the phone, then stood in the doorway, her face dark, and pouted, "Your call."

"Who called?" Xiuming asked as he went out, brushing past Jiang Qi and entering the nanny's room next door.

“Eri,” Ezaki followed Hideaki into the room and then closed the door, “she switched jobs and isn’t going to be my receptionist anymore. You poached my people, and if you don’t want me to cause trouble for her, you have to compensate me.”

"Go ahead and cause her trouble, I don't know her at all."

The call was on speakerphone, and Xiuming's voice was transmitted to the other end of the line.

Eri shouted, "Mrs. Riko, did you hear that? I've worked so hard for you, and your husband wants to kick me out. Aren't you going to say a word of justice?"