Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Her face practically screamed, "Riko is so easy to bully, do you dare to bully her?"

She seems to be showing signs of becoming like Ayako, but it doesn't really matter.

Ayako's butt can be spanked at will, but as for her, she'd be hung up and whipped...

The most difficult one is Riko; I don't know where to begin...

"You want an office?" Ezaki answered Hideaki's call, and upon learning the reason, couldn't help but laugh. "The entire 'Financial Building' across the street is up for sale, priced at 252 billion yen. If you buy it, a few hundred million yen cheaper won't matter..."

"Is it yours?" Hideaki interrupted her sales pitch. "Go rent me a place right now... Have Riko find my information and take her to get it done..."

It was a 30-story high-end office building, covering an area of ​​1200 square meters.

It is a prime location less than 800 meters from Nishi-Shinjuku Central Park. Due to the scarcity of land, the floor area ratio is almost 500%, and the usable area per floor is about 800 square meters.

The entire floor would cost between 25 billion and 30 billion yen to purchase, with a monthly rent of 800 million to 1200 million yen.

It's really good, it's close to home.

But housing prices haven't completely collapsed yet; they're still severely inflated. Maybe they'll be half price next month, so I'll reserve one in my mind first.

"You should come back and handle it yourself!" Jiang Qi said irritably. "Your wife doesn't listen to anything I say and doesn't understand cooperation at all! Can't she live without you? I've never seen such an indecisive woman!"

As Ezaki spoke, he glanced back at the massage room. Riko stood in the doorway, raising her hand and whispering, "I can cooperate as long as my husband agrees..."

"You..." Ezaki paused, then handed her the phone, suppressing his frustration, and said, "Then please come quickly and answer the phone, Mrs. Riko."

It's precisely because of this personality that I can't replace her...

Hideaki's voice came through the phone: "How can you talk to Riko like that! Don't use that tone, what if you scare her?"

Ezaki was even more annoyed and didn't bother to respond anymore. With a dark face, he handed the microphone to Riko and then walked towards Eri, who was secretly laughing.

Riko took the microphone and whispered, "Honey, Ms. Ezaki is very nice. She didn't bully me..."

"Really? You must be feeling a little wronged! Just bear with it for now, I'll comfort you when we get home tonight."

"Huh? No...no," Riko's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't recovered yet, was she going to die...? She said softly, trying to suppress her embarrassment, "I'm not upset, I really am not upset, please don't come tonight...no, it's just...that..."

"How dare you look down on me?!" Xiuming shouted. "You just wait, I'll crawl into your bed, even if I have to!"

"Ah~~" Riko was stunned. "No, I really don't mind..."

"Let's not talk about that for now! Quickly take my documents and have Ezaki take you to the 'Tokyo Financial Center' across the street to rent an office, get a lease agreement and fax it to me... I need it urgently."

"Okay... alright..." Riko instinctively agreed, her mind still dazed. She felt her husband's deep affection, but... if this continued, things would break down, they would become strange... what should she do...?

"Did Ezaki bring you a gift?" Hideaki suddenly asked.

"Ah, they gave me four papayas." Riko glanced down at her chest. Compared to Ayako's, they were definitely much smaller. Her husband must have bought them to make her better. She wouldn't let him down; she'd eat them all...

"Is there anything else?"

"No... Oh," Riko suddenly remembered that there seemed to be something else in the bag. "Yes, what is it?"

"Don't watch it now, let's watch it together tonight," Hideaki knew that Riko didn't know yet. "Go and rent an office. Oh, right, ask Ayako to answer the phone."

The stock market has already opened.

The Nikkei 225 index on the stock market display also began to fluctuate wildly, sometimes rising and sometimes falling, sometimes red and sometimes green, with each rise and fall exceeding 100 points, and even reaching a maximum fluctuation of 380 points.

Despite the overall gloomy market sentiment in Japan, the index still fluctuated significantly during the day, especially due to the "hesitation" of various investment institutions and the government's "false reporting of positive news" to save face, which caused the intraday fluctuations to reach 1000 points on several occasions.

If you're shorting, 1.5 million yen can only withstand a 500-point fluctuation, which is indeed a bit too little.

Ayako answered the phone and yelled, "Do you know how miserable my life is? Everyone watched me get beaten up and didn't say a word."

"Just bear with it, it'll pass." Xiuming said dismissively. Jiang Qi was such a proud person, she must have been up to no good again.

However, such a beautiful butt shouldn't be damaged. Judging from how much Jiang Qi hit her last night, it looked pretty bad, but it was actually just right. Jiang Qi knew what he was doing, so let her hit her as much as she wanted.

"Go ahead and favor them! One day I'll make you realize the consequences of not appreciating me, and you'll regret it."

“I already regret it,” Hideaki said worriedly. “Ayako-chan, can you mortgage the house now? I’m short of money. I’ve invested in futures, and I don’t have enough reserve funds to hedge against risks.”

Ayako not only has no intention of selling the house, but also no intention of taking out a mortgage loan. This is a long and arduous task. Let's try to appeal to her emotions first and make her feel good...

"Ha ha……"

Ayako chuckled twice and then suddenly hung up the phone.

Hearing the dial tone, Xiuming silently put down the phone, then suddenly jumped up from the single sofa and slammed his hand on the table, making the landline vibrate.

"You sly fox, just you wait!"

Xiuming's roar echoed through the empty villa.

Xiuming poured himself a cup of coffee, and just as he picked it up, the Nikkei 225 index reached its highest point of 25550.

Short selling has begun, and the Nikkei index has started to decline.

Xiuming paused, holding his coffee. This was the highest point the system had indicated, and there was a 99.99% probability that it couldn't go any higher.

In other words, if you absolutely trust the system's intelligence, there is absolutely no need to keep a single penny of risk-mitigation funds in your account.

The same applies to going long on futures; once the lowest point is known, it won't fall any further.

The only place where losses are possible is when a trader makes a mistake, causing slippage.

Of course, in reality, it is necessary to keep the funds in, since the securities company does not know that as soon as the funds are about to run out, they will quickly call to urge the funds to be deposited in time, and if the funds are not deposited in time, the position will be forcibly liquidated.

Hideaki rubbed his chin and sat back on the sofa. Ayako's "heartless" behavior had displeased him. If it were Riko, she would have agreed without asking any questions and readily agreed on the spot.

Compared to Riko, she's nowhere near as good.

I'll make sure you obediently sell the house.

After all, the current price is the most inflated. Sell it this month, buy it back next month, and make hundreds of millions for free. Isn't that great?

The landline rang.

Riko called to inform me that the rental agreement had been finalized; Ezaki had rented a 100-square-meter office on the 28th floor and needed to pay the rent.

Just then, the fax machine next to Xiuming started clicking, and a contract for leasing a high-end office building appeared.

Xiuming took the contract and looked at it:

The monthly rent is 320 million yen, the security deposit is 640 million yen, the key money for the landlord is 500 million yen, and then there are other miscellaneous property management fees, agency fees, fire insurance fees, renovation fees, etc.

There will be additional costs for interior renovations, totaling approximately 1600 million yen.

After all, it's the tail end of the bubble. High-end office buildings in prime locations, although a bit expensive, are nothing compared to the speed at which money is raised in the stock market.

If I didn't urgently need an office to register a company, I really wouldn't want to fall into this bubble.

"Okay, I'll transfer the money later. The rental period will be a minimum of 3 months for short-term rental."

"OK……"

"Oh, by the way, let Ayako answer the phone. She's nowhere near as cute as you."

We must trick Ayako into selling the house.

"Ah, well, I, I'm not cute..." Riko stammered, "...Ayako-chan is better... well... it's just..."

Riko hadn't listened to Hideaki's advice. Instead, she secretly opened the bag of papayas and pulled out some extremely lewd underwear and panties. She stared blankly for a long time. If she were to look at this kind of underwear with Hideaki again tonight...

I swallowed my shame and trembled as I stuffed it into the bag, turning my whole body pink.

"You've definitely been bullied by her. Don't worry, after I comfort you, I'll settle the score with her. Call her over here now."

"No, I didn't bully you... Um... Ayako-chan just went out, she said she'd bring you some money..."

Riko really wanted to tell Hideaki, "Don't come again tonight, your body can't take it," but how could she say such a shameful thing? What if he misunderstood again and things got even worse? Besides, it was really hard to say no, since she had just been misunderstood as disliking him. How could she possibly dislike him? She would never dislike him in her entire life.

Just now, Ayako hung up the phone with Hideaki, humming "Falling in Love with Someone Who Never Comes Home," and went out with a smile.

"She gave me money?"

Xiuming was taken aback. The door clicked softly, and Ayako, wearing a gray kimono embroidered with silver threads, entered the room leaning on a metal cane. She then put away her black umbrella and placed it on the shoe cabinet.

It was still drizzling outside, and her black kimono was soaked through.

Her hair, which was tied up, was half wet; she must have been in a hurry.

Hideaki gave Riko some instructions, hung up the phone, then went over to her, took off her rain boots, rubbed her fair toes, and asked, "Ayako-chan, are you here to pick up the property contract?"

I misunderstood her. She really is very lovely. I feel ashamed that she came to deliver the money in the rain.

Ayako smiled smugly. "If you beg me, I might consider a mortgage loan!"

Actually, Ayako had already planned this when Sugita Naoko came to her last time, since Sugita Naoko would definitely leave if the house wasn't mortgaged.

Since Xiuming brought it up first, why not take advantage of this rare opportunity to let him know how important she is and try to please him?

"Oh?" Xiuming said, putting his right arm under her knees and supporting her back with his left arm to lift her up. He then walked to the European-style sofa near the kitchen, placed her on it, squatted down in front of her, and asked, "If we're selling her, what do I need to do?"

She could get an 800 million yen loan for her house, but with a 6% interest rate, it would be more worthwhile to sell it for 1 billion yen, buy it back next month, and make a huge profit of 300-400 million yen, which is more profitable than the stock market.

"Huh?" Ayako was stunned. "Didn't you say it was a mortgage? Or is it going to be sold? Then, where will I live?"

"How about living with Riko?" Hideaki tugged at her clothes, his shoulders soaked by the rain.

"Am I crazy? I'm already shorter than her." Ayako untied her belt and threw it on the floor. "I won't sell! I'd rather die than sell."

“House prices will plummet next month. Sell them and buy them back. You’ll make 300 million yen for free. What a great deal!” Hideaki picked up the sash again and draped it over the armrest of the sofa.

"You make a good point. What if it doesn't fall?" Ayako took off her soaking wet kimono layer by layer and threw them onto the floor. "This kind of kimono is really hot to wear."

The elaborate kimono, layer upon layer, eventually leaves only a thin, semi-transparent white veil on the body.

“You have to trust me,” Hideaki said, picking up the kimonos one by one from the floor and draping them over the armrest of the sofa. He sat down next to Ayako, pinched a small part of her bodice, and gently shook it. “If it were Riko, she would trust me unconditionally.”

"Ah~ is...is that so..." Ayako sighed, reclining on the sofa with her eyes slightly closed. "Even so, anyway, I'm not living with Riko..."

As she spoke, she threw her shirt on the floor, lay down on the sofa, her cheeks already flushed, and said, "I feel so uncomfortable, can you give me a massage?"

"Then let's rent a place first!" Xiuming casually pulled over a small stool and gently massaged Ayako's fair skin on her shoulders and neck. "Actually, we won't be renting for more than a few days. Once I have the money for the house, I'll invest it in the stock market and turn it into numbers. Whatever kind of house you want, I'll buy it for you."

"You're just trying to fool me! I don't believe you anyway." Ayako suddenly sat up straight, grabbed Hideaki's shirt button, and said, "If I sell the house, I'll have nothing left. You're not going to dump me right away, are you?"

"What kind of talk is that?" Xiuming unbuttoned his shirt, looking righteous and indignant. "Selling a house isn't something that can be done overnight. Let's take out a loan first!"

"You wouldn't actually be thinking that, would you?" Ayako sat up abruptly and lunged at Hideaki. "I'm going to sell the house! If you dare dump me, I'll take you down with me."

The landline rang.

The two, who had just gotten into the zone, simultaneously turned their heads to look at the landline phone below the stock display screen.