Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

"Yes, President!"

The negotiation team consisted of eight people, five men and three women, all around thirty or forty years old. They were dressed as lawyers, wearing black suits, white shirts, black leather shoes, and blue ties, with serious expressions, as if facing a formidable enemy.

They all have elderly parents to support and young children to raise, and are burdened with mortgages, so they have to be cautious.

They also knew that this was the boss's desperate move. Although a starved camel is still bigger than a horse, if they failed, the whole gang would scatter.

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At the same moment, the East Coast Securities Division I in the Central District Financial Street.

The applause that erupted in Tachibana's sales department almost shattered the bright glass of the office building.

Tachibana was surrounded in the middle, and she looked like a hero.

"Tachibana-chan, please make sure you keep this client here, I'm counting on you!" The bald team leader bowed deeply to Tachibana with the utmost respect, "He might be the future stock market guru, the honor of our team depends entirely on you."

"Okay, team leader, I'll do my best."

"Didn't Mr. Xiuming say he wanted to treat you to dinner? Go and get ready! No need to sign up for any new clients, just come in as usual tomorrow, no need to come early. Go now!"

"Can I leave work now?" Tachibana asked in surprise.

“Of course,” the bald team leader said with a smile. “Oh, by the way, if there’s a suitable opportunity, you can ask Mr. Xiuming if we can use his story for some publicity.”

"Ok."

The bald team leader watched Tachibana skip away, shaking his head and sighing, "Youth is wonderful, so beautiful and energetic. Why am I not a girl? Sigh..."

Tachibana practically flew out of the stock exchange and then jogged back to her rented apartment.

Coincidentally, it was the courtyard where Eri had rented before. The black wooden gate of the courtyard, a path paved with red bricks, passed through potted plants full of greenery, and I ran up to the second floor and opened the door to the room next to Eri's room.

Tachibana rushed into the room, slammed the door shut, and began rummaging through drawers and closets while taking off her clothes. She wanted to find her best outfit and present her best self.

"He made 1100 million yen in just one trade, without even setting a stop-loss order. What a confident man... My future performance, commissions, and bonuses all depend on him... I'm moving. I'm never living in this awful place again... No kitchen, no private bathroom, no private shower. I have to wait until late at night to take a shower, and I'm always terrified... I'm so fed up with that shut-in girl next door. She's always fighting me for the bathroom!"

As Tachibana muttered to herself, she took off all her clothes and opened the suitcase containing her underwear. One was a white one with underwire, and the other was a black one without underwire but with padding.

There's another one with blue lace trim that I've never dared to wear... but this is it! I'm going all out to move to a new place!

Tachibana wore a blue dress with white stockings, which, combined with blue lace-trimmed lingerie, made her look more innocent.

The weather in May is quite warm during the day, but it gets a bit chilly after sunset. However, it's worth it for the sake of my dream.

I carefully combed my hair, meticulously applied my makeup, and looked at myself in the mirror.

A curvaceous figure, eyes that could charm with a blink, a pert nose and pink lips—she makes even herself feel happy.

The only thing she was confident about was her looks. Her requirements weren't high; she just wanted to find a rich man who was willing to spend money on her. So she always strictly demanded of herself that she must be dutiful and not date or have any scandals until she met her ideal rich man.

Only this kind of self is perfect, so that a wealthy man would be willing to spend money on her and propose to her.

He's so blatantly inviting me to dinner, and his personality seems to have changed too.

I've heard that wealthy men often divorce their wives.

He must be divorced by now! Otherwise, he wouldn't be so direct in asking me out.

Let's confirm it then!

See if he's wearing that wedding ring he cherishes.

I remember when we used to work together, he would always polish his rings with a silly grin.

If he's not wearing it, it means he's already divorced, and then I can take the initiative.

After all, she's my age, young, rich, confident, and her looks... uh, what does she look like again? How tall is she?

Am I only after his money? How could I be so shallow?

No, I was moved by his voice on the phone. The way he directed me was so manly, I loved it.

Tachibana made the sign of the cross several times in front of her chest, then put her hands together and bowed to the sky.

"My neck is bare, I really want a platinum necklace, preferably with a big diamond... I've had my ears pierced for years, but I've never worn any earrings, just kept them covered with herbal leaves to prevent them from closing up... I'm so poor, I have to pay off my credit card every month, it's so hard for me, I'm begging God to give me a chance, I hope his relationship breaks down... Please!"

Finally, she tucked a small white flower hair clip into her hair, put on white Balenciaga shoes she'd bought for 15000 yen at a secondhand market, and slung a white, unbranded bag she'd bought for 2000 yen from a street stall over her shoulder before heading out.

After crossing the stone bridge over the foul-smelling river and walking along a rugged cement path, the view suddenly opens up: the bustling Ginza shopping district.

Tachibana, carrying a small bag, stood for a long time in front of the glass window selling necklaces...

A deep blue heart-shaped gemstone is surrounded by a ring of white diamonds, connected by shimmering gold—captivating, dazzling, and irresistible…

The necklace, pendant, earrings, and a pair of imperial green bracelets totaled 129999999 yen.

That price could buy my life, right? I couldn't afford to lose my life... This is so hard for me.

Every time she passes by, she looks at it for a while and then cheers herself up.

The shop assistant gave her another strange look, as if to say: How annoying, that poor girl is staring at you with such envy again.

This time, Tachibana didn't slink away. Instead, she made a face at her, tilted her chin up, and turned to leave.

Hmph~ It won't be long before I walk into the store and buy it!

He earns 1100 million yen a day!

I'm going to wear an 8000 million yen fur coat, calmly walk into the store, and then casually say, "Oh, this diamond is pretty good... Oh, this necklace is alright too... Hey, this bracelet is a bit lacking, but it'll do... How much for everything?"

The shop assistant would be grinning like a puppy, rubbing his hands, bowing, and tilting his head back, saying, "The most expensive customer, a total of 9 million yen."

Chapter 94 I suffered a major reputation crisis

It's only 3:30 PM now, an hour and a half before our agreed meeting time of 5 PM.

Tachibana stood at the entrance of Ginza for a few minutes before pushing open the glass door of the "Wiz" café, which was adorned with bells. The floor was covered with a smoky gray plush carpet, and several glass tables were placed side by side on either side.

From here, you can see everything outside. As long as Hideaki appears at the entrance of the Ginza shopping street, you will definitely recognize him at a glance.

Tachibana ordered a glass of orange juice and sat down in a rather secluded corner.

He then pulled a brand-new book, about an inch thick, from his white bag. It was a guidebook titled "How to Chat with High-Quality Men."

I just passed by a bookstore and caught a glimpse of it. I felt like it was fate, like it was arranged by heaven, so I quickly bought it.

When she went to pay, she saw the word "ignorance" in the saleswoman's eyes. Tachibana returned the same look and thought to herself: So you can only be a saleswoman.

Of course, it's also quite embarrassing to read this kind of book in public. You can only hide in a corner, turning the pages while observing the passersby outside through the transparent glass.

Outside the glass doors, across the road from the plaza in front, a black Mercedes-Benz van with seven seats was parked. The doors slowly opened, and nine people got out.

It looks very impressive.

Tachibana's attention was immediately drawn, and she leaned forward slightly to carefully discern each person's appearance.

Will Hideaki-kun be inside? It's still quite early!

First, eliminate the three women, then the five older men, and finally the younger one... This fits the description of a high-quality man in the book.

But he's not my type. His facial expressions when he talks are too strange, and he sways his waist when he walks. He wears nice men's leather shoes, but I feel like he's wearing high heels.

The glass door of the coffee shop was pushed open by the man twisting his waist, and the group was led by a waiter to a private room on the second floor.

"Did you bring all the contracts...? Are there any mistakes...? That Hideaki Yamanaka guy..."

Accompanied by the soft ringing of bells, the rough, deep male voice carried a touch of feminine gentleness.

It was absolutely chilling... Tachibana shivered reflexively, and her ears twitched as well.

Xiu Mingjun?

Why did that person sound angry when they talked about Xiuming?

Tachibana wanted to follow them to confirm, but the sight of eight people in formal attire with serious expressions walking together was too intimidating, so she had to suppress her curiosity.

I flipped through the pages of the book out of boredom, unable to concentrate at all, my mind constantly wandering to what was happening upstairs.

What kind of contract should it be? Is it a case of the same name or Xiuming? Or did I mishear?

The agreed time was five o'clock, and although it was only three thirty-five o'clock now, the appearance of that group of people made Tachibana perk up.

If I heard correctly, it must be Hideaki-kun. He should be arriving soon!

I've forgotten what he looks like, and it would be so embarrassing if I didn't recognize him right away.

Since it was a contract signing, they seemed to take it very seriously.

3:40, 3:50, 4:00, 4:20, 4:30...

The bell on the café door rings softly from time to time. None of the people coming in and out seem to be there to sign a business contract; they are either families with children or couples on dates.

Even among the nine people who had already gone upstairs, one would occasionally come down, stand at the door to take a look, and then hurriedly go back upstairs.

At 4:50, the glass doorbell rang softly, and Tachibana's eyes lit up.

A young man with a serious expression and holding a blue folder walked in.

He has an athletic, well-proportioned physique and is full of boundless energy.

The well-fitting clothes are a style I've never seen before; they must have been custom-made and cost a lot of money.

The shirt is also embroidered with exquisite gray patterns, understated yet noble, suggesting a dedicated custom clothing team.

The black stand-up collar covered an inch of his neck, and paired with his handsome, expressionless face, it gave off a sense of asceticism.

Such an ascetic man must be focused on his company and career...

"Ah~" Tachibana gasped instinctively, clutching her chest, her heart pounding... She really wanted to know what he was like when he doted on someone...

Although I can't remember exactly what my former colleague Xiuming looked like, it's only been a week, and I'm sure I'll remember him quickly if I see him again.

The ascetic-looking man who walked past him and went up to the second floor was definitely not Xiuming.

I'm so sad... Why isn't he?

He didn't even glance at me as he walked past me... I'm heartbroken...

The second-floor private rooms are izakayas with Japanese-style decor.

Brown tatami mats, a long, low table, and a celadon vase with floral arrangements on the table.

Xiuming took off his shoes, went barefoot, and sat cross-legged on one side of the long, low table.

Across from Hideaki at a low table, kneeling opposite him was Sugita Naoto. To his left and right were four serious-looking men and women, all dressed in white socks and behaving very properly.