Tokyo: Starting from staying at my mother's bestie's house

"That is to say, the aunt is your mother's."

"Well, that's a bit strange..."

"What belongs to your mother is yours."

"Of course!"

"So, my aunt is yours too."

"..."

Iinuma Isao silently gave a thumbs up in his heart: Did you see through what I was thinking again?

The angel clasped his hands together, his eyes flickering, staring at Iinuma Isao as if he was going to carry out this playful prank to the end: "...Now, your woman is being humiliated by another man, can you continue to endure it?"

"No way!"

Iinuma Isao was already angry.

It’s similar to what Hanashiro Iori said. This is what he thought in his heart - why should my mother’s best friend be bullied by outsiders.

and so--

"Young man, come on!"

Huacheng Iori held up his chin with his left hand, his eyes slightly raised: "This family needs a responsible man more than ever before, and this man can only be you..."

"No, I don't understand anything. Why should I go up there?" Iinuma Isao remained rational.

"Simple, I'll tell you what to do." Huacheng Iori looked towards the mourning hall opposite, "Did you see that aggressive fat man? Go in and help your aunt out later. If he jumps again, just beat him to death. After you beat him up, the people from the Red Snapper Group will come over, and I will help you then..."

The girl whispered her plan.

This situation can actually be easily resolved.

Although the suppliers collectively breached the contract, they were also full of disagreements among themselves, and it was absolutely impossible for all of them to be determined.

After all, breach of contract means compensation.

If the Huacheng family gets through this and recovers, they will be the ones in trouble - not only will they not be able to collect the project payment and goods payment, but they will also have to pay a huge amount of liquidated damages.

Therefore, as long as the momentum of those companies that take the lead in forcing the palace is suppressed and they are directly killed, showing the Huacheng family's tough attitude, the remaining wavering suppliers will calm down and watch how the situation develops.

After listening to Hanashiro Iori's analysis, Iinuma Isao looked at her meaningfully.

The solemn black mourning dress, the big white bow decoration, the flat chest; the huge eyes, the pupils shining like glass beads, the delicate and quick eyes are by no means offensive.

Ah!

Woman, you are so funny!

Under the girl's gaze, Iinuma Isao picked up a bamboo hat and draped it over himself, then walked towards the mourning hall in the rain.

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"boom!"

The sound of thunder.

The gloomy sky was pierced by lightning.

The big raindrops fell down with a loud noise as if they were bullying a widow.

"I reject!"

Huacheng Xingzi's voice was more resolute than the thunder.

Outside the huge window are cherry blossom trees in full bloom. In the black and white funeral hall decoration, the peerless widow stands with her back to the cherry blossoms.

She stared sternly at the person in front of her.

Her face was already noble, and when her narrow and long eyes were narrowed, they gave people a strong sense of oppression.

The man in front of her didn't dare to look at her directly. He could only lower his head in humiliation and muttered, "Madam, this is not up to me..."

The widow didn't even raise an eyebrow as she scolded, "Since you don't have the final say, you can leave now."

The supplier backed away in disgrace.

Many people frowned slightly, as if they were displeased by his servility.

"lady!"

The second person immediately stepped forward and said threateningly, "We don't want to ruin our relationship. But you are a smart person and you should know the current situation..."

Huacheng Xingzi said calmly: "So what if you know?"

Then quickly give in to the Red Snapper Group...this thought came to everyone's mind.

In fact, the people who most don't want the Huacheng family to fall must be the contractors and suppliers.

Now they are forced by the Red Snapper Group to collectively embarrass the Huacheng family, and they have no choice. Wouldn't it be enough for Madam Huacheng to kneel down and beg for mercy? As for what kind of humiliation Madam Huacheng will suffer, that is your business, don't implicate us.

Huacheng Xingzi maintained a resolute appearance and protected herself with sacred and inviolable dignity.

But at this moment she felt a little confused.

Those who were previously suppressed by her strong aura, or people of equal status, were now staring at her with sinister thoughts.

She hadn't had a good rest for three days. At this moment, even if she was just standing, she felt dizzy and her body was almost stretched to its limit.

No, I can't fall down...

If she fell down, she would have to watch helplessly as the disgusting garbage rushed up and swallowed her mouthful by mouthful, and she would be powerless to stop it.

"Wow--"

The heavy rain continued to fall.

The dim light of an overcast day struggled to penetrate the dark clouds and shine into the mourning hall, being reflected or absorbed by the lady's fair skin, interweaving subtle colors in the curling mist of incense sticks.

Her face was still noble and beautiful, and her long hair was still neatly tied behind her head.

But she was barely able to stand and could only support herself by leaning her back against the windowsill.

This subtle movement also made people realize her current weakness.

For a moment, the gaze she faced became even hotter and more greedy.

"Madam, please stop wasting time!" A middle-aged fat man suddenly approached, "Please settle our payment immediately. If you delay any further, both of us will suffer!"

Looking at this middle-aged fat man with a venomous mind, Huacheng Xingzi's eyes were angry and she shouted: "Your unilateral request to settle the payment in advance and terminate the supply of building materials is a breach of contract. Do you know how much you have to pay?"

Even though she was forced into a desperate situation and her face looked a little haggard, the widow still had the same spirit.

This middle-aged fat man is called Saburo Tanaka. He is the president of a building materials company and has been cooperating with the Huacheng family for eight years.

Now, under the instigation and provocation of some people, he took the lead and used threats and inducements to unite other suppliers to attack the Huacheng family.

Huachengjia currently has three projects under construction in which it has invested most of its funds. If the suppliers collectively default on their contracts, not to mention delivering before the agreed delivery date, at least two projects will be forced to stop construction and remain unfinished.

If suppliers or contractors breach the contract, they will also have to pay compensation.

They are also gambling.

If the Huacheng family can't survive, they can share this behemoth together; if the Huacheng family survives, they will be held accountable by the Huacheng family later and made to pay a huge penalty for breach of contract.

"Of course we know that breach of contract requires compensation!" Tanaka Saburo smiled grimly and approached step by step: "Let's talk business. After the funeral, can we go to the inner room and discuss it slowly? Hee..."

The peerless widow had a sullen look on her face, and the fat man with a bloated belly and several men behind him who were ready to make a move were getting closer and closer.

It's easy to guess what these people are thinking: Even if they have to pay liquidated damages, it won't happen overnight. We can slowly fight the lawsuit for a few years. Anyway, the Huacheng family no longer exists, and these orphans and widows who have lost their shelter are still characters that can be manipulated at will.

All of this is legal business operation and no one can blame anyone.

The so-called business rules are essentially just word games played by people of a certain level.

Huacheng Xingzi naturally understood this.

She resolutely endured the dirty and obscene gaze from the opposite side, and at the same time intimidated the other party with her gaze.

However, she may not know that a queen who refuses to surrender even in the face of desperation will ignite a man's crazy desire to conquer her.

It was raining heavily in the world outside.

From time to time, water splashed in through the window, wetting my back. The dim skylight vaguely reflected the cold and beautiful face of the peerless widow.

She smoothed the hair by her ears, this feminine action had a trembling beauty. She continued to stand upright and maintain a threatening and strong gaze.

This beautiful scene made Saburo Tanaka's heart warm.

The sad and beautiful widow and the pot-bellied middle-aged greasy man are a perfect match!

He took an impatient step forward and stretched out his greasy, rough hands towards the widow's white palms.

Huacheng Xingzi retracted her hand instantly and glared at the dirty dog ​​who had always dared to lower his head when talking to her.

Saburo Tanaka laughed obscenely: "Madam, you don't want the company to go bankrupt immediately..."

Looking at this newly-minted noble widow, his eyes were filled with intense desire and sinister viciousness.

"..."

There was a gleam of cruelty in Huacheng Xingzi's eyes.

Unlike those big shots who are well-known and influential, small people like Saburo Tanaka who have enough money and not much ambition are the most difficult characters.

In the world of big shots, they have power, status, and the current affairs of the world, and they have a bottom line in their actions.

But in the eyes of the little people, they only see money and women.

The purpose of Saburo Tanaka jumping up and down like this was really very simple, which was to taste the taste of a noble woman that he had never dared to think about before.

"boom!"

There was a sound of thunder outside the window.

Black window frames and fiery cherry blossoms.

Against the background of lead gray and gorgeousness, the figure of the elegant woman in mourning clothes appears particularly bright.

At this moment, she was being approached by someone with a ferocious face like a snake or scorpion. She hated that face, so she turned her head slightly and looked out the window.

--Um?

A young man wearing a straw hat and a raincoat was walking towards the mourning hall from the opposite side.

He was wearing a simple black kimono that looked like it was dyed with ink, and a bamboo hat on his head as he walked in the rain. He looked as if he had traveled through time and space and returned from ancient times. His beauty gave people a sense of impermanence.