Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

"Stop with the useless talk. As long as we're in the office, all your negotiation skills and any psychological attacks you launch against me will be ineffective! In short, if you take over, we'll sign the contract immediately. You only need to pay 122 billion yen, which is a 4000 million yen discount for you."

“You’re the most straightforward man I’ve ever met,” Xiuming glanced at the contract and walked to his desk. “After this month, before June 10th, I can take over at market price and sign a contract. Transfer the port to me! It’s a win-win situation. Aya’s embroidery business mainly focuses on expanding into overseas markets, and your dolls can also go there in the meantime.”

"How much money do you have right now? Lend me 300 million yen first, I need to pay my employees' salaries."

Naoto Sugita slumped into his chair.

“What a coincidence, I just made 900 million yen in the stock market yesterday. Write me an IOU! Can I borrow your phone for a moment…” Hideaki said, picking up the phone and dialing Tachibana’s landline.

It's already eight o'clock; she must have gone to work.

Naoto Sugita sat bolt upright, his eyes wide, and asked, "Really? How much did you invest? Which stock did you buy? Can I still follow suit?"

Do you have any money left?

“Never mind then…” Naoto Sugita slumped back down.

The phone was answered after just one ring.

"Shumei-kun, where did you sleep last night..." Tachibana's joyful voice sounded like that of a thief.

"Stop talking nonsense. Keep 100 million yen in the funds account, transfer 6 million yen to my bank account, and transfer 3 million yen to..." Hideaki said, looking at Sugita and asking, "How much is in your bank account?"

Naoto Sugita took out his bank card and handed it to Hideaki.

On the other end of the phone, Tachibana's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help but swallow, stammering, "That... Hideaki-kun, no, no... that... too much... isn't it... too fast, no..."

While stammering in response, my mind flashed through my mind about the repayment deadlines for all my credit cards, and the issue of what to eat next: I want to eat chicken legs every day!

"Please remember this account number... Transfer the remaining 300 million yen to this account."

Upon hearing her tone, Xiuming guessed that she had misunderstood, so he simply ignored it and interrupted her stammering.

"Ah? Oh..."

"Okay, I won't trade stocks this morning. I'll let you know this afternoon."

"Oh……"

After hanging up the phone, Tachibana, her face flushed, slammed her forehead on the table: What was I thinking? What was I thinking... How am I supposed to talk to Hideaki-kun now...?

On the other side, Hideaki was also too preoccupied to think about Tachibana's embarrassment.

“You can post the good news announcement in the factory now,” Xiuming said, opening the office door while holding the port usage rights contract. “Just say that a big boss will be coming next month to take over that wasteland and build a farm-stay tourism area… residents will open hotels and accommodations… a major boon…”

Seeing that the wasteland was overgrown with weeds, Hideaki temporarily planned to create a small, idyllic area, the kind where insects crawled all over the ground, to seduce Tajiri Satoshi.

After all, the game's concept was his, so we should at least maintain a good relationship with him.

He's an introverted, socially anxious homebody who dislikes fame and fortune but loves insects; he's easy to deal with.

Chapter 101 Nine Hundred Million Yen

Hideaki took the train back to Shinjuku.

At 11 a.m., it started to drizzle.

I called Ayako from a public phone booth to ask if Ezaki had arrived home, but after a few rings, I got a voicemail from Ayako:

Ayako went to Riko's supermarket to start her embroidery work, and she declared that she would clear out the area that Hideaki had "occupied" as a supermarket warehouse so that her three female embroiderers could work there.

Two female embroiderers quit their jobs and went into business, even foregoing their basic wages.

Xiuming didn't go home; he took the contract and went straight to the bank.

A slender young female employee, wearing a white shirt and a dark green pencil skirt that went past her knees, walked over with a professional smile.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Yamanaka?"

"Oh?"

Hideaki nodded and followed the reception manager to the VIP reception room on the second floor. It seemed that Ezaki had been waiting for a long time.

Upon reaching the second floor, the female reception manager knocked on the door.

Then, Ezaki's cool voice came from behind the expensive red wooden door: "Please come in."

After Xiuming entered the room, the female receptionist closed the door and left.

In the office, only Ezaki was sitting behind his mahogany desk.

Her hair was piled up at the back of her head, and the red marks on her fair face were gone, revealing bright red lips and exquisite eye makeup.

She was also wearing the same outfit as the female receptionist, a white shirt on top and a dark green pencil skirt under the empty desk.

"Mr. Yamanaka, how can I help you?" Ezaki tilted his chin up, a smile in his eyes.

When she parted ways with Xiuming in the morning, she didn't refute his teasing at all. He even thoughtfully told her to drive carefully, which made her extremely happy.

Upon returning to the organization, she put on heavy makeup to cover the marks on her face, and then immediately convened a meeting of all senior executives with the highest directive.

No one dared to disobey an order that threatened their very survival.

Then he slammed the video on the table, pointed at Fukai Ichiro's nose and cursed... He also checked Kitaro's recent activities, pointed at him's nose and cursed him again... Everything went smoothly!

Jiang Qi hummed the tune of "Falling in Love with Someone Who Never Comes Home" and rushed back to the bank without stopping.

She couldn't wait to make Xiuming suffer another defeat.

Although it's quite embarrassing, if I can make Xiuming suffer, I can not only endure it, but also find it very enjoyable.

"Get it done now!" Xiuming slammed the contract and loan documents onto the desk in front of her, annoyed. "What kind of role-playing is this?"

“It’s not for you to see,” Jiang Qi’s face stiffened. To save face, he said something he didn’t mean. Then he pulled a contract out of the drawer, stamped it with the company seal, threw it at Xiuming, and chuckled, “A baby…”

“I’d completely forgotten about this if you hadn’t mentioned it,” Xiuming said, pinching her collar, pulling it open slightly, then slapping it back down with disdain. “Do you know what ‘soft’ means? Do you know what ‘practical’ means? All you have here is a good shape. Can you even feed two kids? Ayako is worth two of you…”

"You shameless bastard, shut up!"

Hideaki's frankness surprised Ezaki. She jumped up and punched Hideaki in the face.

Xiuming had anticipated her anger and embarrassment, so he grabbed her hand and said, "Hurry up and transfer the money. I'll buy you two papayas later."

“Shameless bastard, now it’s your turn to beg me,”

Ezaki didn't want to give in obediently, but it felt quite nice to have his hands rubbed like that by Hideaki, and he was reluctant to pull them away. "Say something nice to me, or I won't give in... Hmm?"

Before Ezaki could finish speaking, Hideaki pulled him, causing half of his body to lean over the table. Then, his mind went blank, and dizziness overwhelmed him. He suppressed the pleasure in his mouth and hurriedly pushed Hideaki away.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?! This is an office. If someone finds out, they'll think I slept with you."

To hide her embarrassment, Ezaki quickly took out a small mirror and looked down to check her makeup.

The lipstick was all over her chin, and there were even marks on her neck... Could it be? Did she just faint?

"Then hurry up and pay up! The mortgage contract is right here." Xiuming wiped the lipstick off his lips with his hand. "Your lipstick smells like durian."

"Hurry up and wipe your mouth," Ezaki tossed a bag of wet wipes from the table into Hideaki's arms, desperately suppressing his embarrassment, and said, "It'll be in your account within 30 minutes, you insolent fellow..."

"Yoko-chan, you're amazing!" Hideaki opened the wet wipe bag and wiped his mouth. "Give me the phone numbers of two trustworthy futures traders, Nomura Securities and Yamaichi Securities!"

If the funds arrive before the stock market opens at 12:30, you can immediately access the stock market.

After all, we are now familiar with how to obtain intelligence: accurately knowing the highest and lowest points.

By transferring profits back into principal and reinvesting in the stock market, exponential growth can be achieved, easily earning hundreds of billions in just half a month.

With 9 million yen, there's no need to wait until next month; just trade index futures and profit from the Nikkei 225.

However, given the large trading volume, in addition to the inherent uncertainty of Tachibana's "white flower" (referring to its unique characteristics), it is also necessary to make backups and diversify trading channels.

After all, a single medium-sized Sanyo Securities cannot handle such a large number of orders that are growing exponentially. They might even suspect something is amiss and call the police.

"You're not going to invest all this money in the stock market, are you?"

Ezaki, who was wiping his neck with a wet wipe, paused. He'd just taken out a loan and immediately invested in the stock market, and the market was doing so badly—was he crazy?

"Making money in the stock market is quick and easy. Was the 100 million yen you gave me obtained legitimately?"

Xiuming crumpled the wet wipe into a ball and precisely tossed it into Ezaki's collar. "In the next few days, the Ministry of Finance will definitely send prosecutors to investigate my source of funds and tax issues. I want them to investigate me completely clean. Although you are clean enough, I'm not sure if your money is clean."

Jiang Qi paused for a moment, took out a wet wipe, threw it into the trash can, and said irritably, "That money is definitely worth more than yours. But are you sure you want to do this? If you lose it all, the prosecutor won't come."

The 100 million yen transferred to Hideaki's account is indeed not a problem, but if it is thoroughly investigated, it may lead to the discovery of her father's debts, although Hideaki will not be implicated.

At most, Dad will have to resign! Maybe he'll go to jail for a while... It's time for him to retire, after all, he's worked so hard to make ends meet.

Hideaki placed his index finger under Ezaki's fair chin and gently lifted it up, making her tilt her head back. His thumb brushed across her soft lips. "Starting tomorrow, you'll have to look up at me like this."

That's fine too... Jiang Qi was slightly dazed and suddenly came back to her senses. Her face turned red and she slapped his hand away: "Don't come crying to me when you've lost everything. You're just a childish baby who hasn't been weaned yet."

As soon as Jiang Qi finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he had unconsciously brought up an embarrassing topic again. Ever since they had slept together intimately last night, he had been wanting to talk to him about ambiguous topics, and he didn't know what he was expecting.

But this guy always says things that are really annoying...

Before Xiuming could speak, she quickly left her desk, pushed open the small door of the cubicle, and glared at him from behind: "You annoying guy, don't say a word."

Then he slammed the door shut.

"Like a lunatic..."

Xiuming didn't bother to think about her thought process. He simply left the office, went to the self-service counter to check his funds, and found that they had already been deposited into his account.

Exactly 800 million yen, no wonder Matsuba Bank is comparable to major banks.

"Let's go, I'm off work too."

Ezaki, wearing the same black tracksuit she had worn before, walked past Hideaki without any expression.

While I was changing clothes in the cubicle, I made sure to leave the door open, but Xiuming actually went out and left just to check his bank account.

"Am I more important or is money more important?" She wanted to shout that out, but how could she?

.

Just across the street from the bank is Ayako's villa area.

When they reached the traffic light intersection, Ezaki suddenly remembered that Ayako wasn't home, so he stopped and glanced at Hideaki sideways.

"I'm going to visit Mrs. Riko."

With Ayako not home, I'm constantly having wicked impulses. I'm really worried that something embarrassing might happen if we're alone together.

I can't be too hasty; I need to choose the right moment. After all, he and Riko aren't really husband and wife... I'm going to do it for real.

“Go ahead, and bring her a few sets of underwear like yours while you’re at it,” Xiuming added, stopping at a red light. “You two have similar bust sizes.”