I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

She knew that Hiroshi-kun was very capable, being a TV director and a popular cartoonist.

But she never thought that he could be so powerful!

This amount of money is more than enough to pay a down payment on a small single-family house in Kasukabe, let alone a car!

"Now, do you still think we can't afford a car?" Nohara Hiroshi reached out and gently closed her little mouth that had been open for a long time due to shock, with a hint of doting and teasing in his tone.

"I... I..." Mei's mind was blank. She looked at the passbook, then looked at Nohara Hiroshi. Her delicate little face was instantly filled with a huge, indescribable sense of happiness and security, and her eyes unconsciously turned red.

She suddenly threw herself into Nohara Hiroshi's arms, buried her face deeply in his chest, and her voice was choked with sobs.

"Hiroshi-kun...you...you are so amazing..."

Nohara Hiroshi just smiled and patted her back gently.

This car is more than just a car.

This was a promise he made to her, and the most direct and powerful declaration he made to her family to show him that he was capable of taking good care of her daughter!

This is also what he, as a man, built for his beloved woman, a mobile castle that can shelter from wind and rain!

……

So the next morning, at the Toyota Motor Showroom.

In the spacious and bright exhibition hall, brand-new cars are like quiet works of steel art, reflecting a cold and charming luster under the soft light.

As soon as Nohara Hiroshi and Misae walked in, they were immediately greeted by a sales consultant in a neat suit.

However, when he saw the two people clearly, his professional enthusiasm unconsciously faded a little.

too young.

The man looked to be in his early twenties. Although he was well-dressed, the youthfulness of a student had not yet completely faded.

The woman looks more like a college or high school student who has not yet graduated.

It is beautiful, but it doesn't look like she can afford any of the cars here.

"You two, just take a look around?" There was a subtle hint of perfunctoriness in the sales consultant's tone.

Misae tugged at Nohara Hiroshi's clothes uncomfortably; she could feel his scrutinizing gaze.

Nohara Hiroshi seemed not to care at all. He just looked around calmly, and his eyes finally fell on the car in the center of the exhibition hall. It was completely black, with smooth lines, and exuded a calm and restrained kingly aura.

Toyota Crown Majestic.

In this era, it is the pinnacle of Japanese domestic luxury cars.

"Let's take that one." Nohara Hiroshi pointed, his tone as calm as if he was ordering a bowl of ramen at a roadside stall.

The sales consultant looked in the direction of his finger, was stunned for a moment, and then a hint of sneer appeared on his face.

"Sir, you have excellent taste." His tone carried a kind, condescending reminder. "This is our Crown series' top-of-the-line flagship, the Magesta V8 top-of-the-line version, priced at over five million. Would you like to... take a look at the Corolla next to it? That car offers excellent value and is perfect for young people."

He spoke politely, but the contempt in his eyes could not be concealed.

Meiya's face turned red in an instant, it was the embarrassment of being looked down upon in public.

However, Nohara Hiroshi remained calm.

He didn't even look at the sales consultant, but walked straight to the Crown Majestic, opened the door, and made a "please" gesture to Meiya beside him.

"Come up and feel it, see if you like it."

Meiya sat in with some hesitation. The soft leather seats and the interior that exuded the fragrance of high-quality wood made her feel like she was sitting in a dream.

Her little face became increasingly red, but she didn't know what to say. She looked pitiful, as if she couldn't adapt to such a high-end occasion.

But this pitiful kitten-like look made Nohara Hiroshi smile.

"No need to try."

Nohara Hiroshi closed the car door, turned around, took out the bank passbook, his ID, and the driver's license he had obtained in college from his pocket, and gently placed them on the hood.

He looked at the sales consultant who was completely stunned and spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting the other person's heart hard.

"This one, paid in full. I'm going through the paperwork now. I hope to be driving away in under an hour."

"..."

The entire exhibition hall seemed to have been paused.

The salespeople around looked over.

The sales consultant's mouth was wide open enough to fit an egg, and his face, which was full of sarcasm, now only showed pure and undisguised shock and dullness.

He subconsciously glanced at the number on the passbook, including his career information from Tokyo TV, which was still "Special Section Chief Level".

The next second, he seemed to be struck by an invisible lightning, and his whole body shuddered.

"Hi! Hi! Hi!"

The expression on his face switched from dull to extreme flattery and fanaticism at a speed almost as fast as Sichuan Opera face-changing.

He bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, his voice distorted by excitement. "Dear... distinguished guest! I'm so sorry! Please wait a moment! I'll... I'll call our manager right away!"

He almost crawled to the manager's office on the second floor.

Meiya was stunned by this look.

But Nohara Hiroshi knew very well.

Tokyo TV's background is so huge that it is no problem to say that it is the No. 1 in Japan's publicity industry.

He was so young and had so much money, and he was also a section chief at Tokyo TV.

Never mind whether it is a special classroom or not.

But just say it.

Such a young man can become the head of the classroom.

Could that be someone he offended?

Maybe there is a more powerful existence standing behind it!

Soon, a middle-aged man with a big belly and wearing a more advanced suit rushed down from the upstairs with a group of people like a gust of wind.

"Mr. Nohara! Welcome! Welcome!"

The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief while handing over his business card. His waist was bent even lower than the car model next to him.

For the next hour, Meiya felt like she was experiencing a bizarre dream.

She watched a group of people surrounding Nohara Hiroshi, serving him tea and water, and nodding and bowing.

Watching those tedious procedures being completed at an incredible speed under the personal supervision of the manager.

Looking at the "artwork" that had just been displayed in the center of the exhibition hall, it was affixed with a temporary license plate, filled with gas, washed spotlessly clean, and parked quietly at the door like a tamed black horse.

The manager even personally presented a bunch of gifts that were claimed to be only for the "highest-level VIPs of this store" - top-quality car fragrances, free maintenance cards for the whole year, and even two invitation tickets to a high-end restaurant in Ginza.

Misae was still in a daze until Hiroshi Nohara drove the brand new Crown Majestic smoothly into the traffic of Tokyo.

She stroked the warm leather seat beneath her and looked at the street scene rapidly receding outside the window. She felt that everything was so unreal.

"Guangzhi-kun..." She turned her head and looked at the man beside her who had been smiling calmly from beginning to end. There was a light that was almost intoxicated in his big watery eyes.

"Ok?"

"You were so handsome just now." Mei Ya's eyes were sparkling with admiration.

"That's it?" Nohara Hiroshi heard this and just freed one hand to gently ruffle her hair, with a confident smile on his lips: "Hold on tight, my destined Mrs. Nohara."

"Our castle is now officially about to set sail."

However, driving this Toyota Crown Majestic, which is indeed an entry-level luxury car in Japan, is indeed impressive.

It's quite impressive!

Nohara Hiroshi looked at Misae, who was still stretching out her tender little white hands, constantly groping the leather seat, feeling uneasy and extremely excited, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

How does that saying go... a good car and a girlfriend... are more suitable for garages, the wild, and remote corners...!

Chapter 58 We Meet

The Shinkansen "Hikari" is like a long white steel snake, moving smoothly and swiftly across the land of Japan.

The scenery outside the car window was stretched into blurred green and gray shadows, fleeting, just like the old times that are gone forever in some people's hearts.

With his hair slicked back and a stern face, Yoshiharu Koyama held a cup of steaming green tea with the precision of a samurai, as if he was holding not a paper cup but a precious tea utensil passed down for centuries.

He took small sips, and the scalding hot tea slid down his throat, but it did nothing to melt his face, which was as cold and hard as the rocks in Kumamoto Prefecture in winter.

His eyes were calm, yet filled with an uncontrollable anger.

It seemed as if anger would burst out from those not-so-big eyes in the next second, burning all the unruly noise in the carriage to ashes.

Having served as a principal for twenty years, he was accustomed to maintaining order with silence and eye contact.

pity.

On this train to Tokyo, his authority clearly had no place.

Especially when he thought of his second daughter, Xiaoshan Meisai, whom he loved and was angry about, he couldn't help but feel angry and depressed as a father.

After all, according to Yoshiharu Koyama's arrangement, his second daughter's life at this time should be to stay in her hometown of Kumamoto Prefecture, go on blind dates, and marry the son of a local civil servant whom she knows well.

Instead of having your heart stolen by a guy who appears out of nowhere.

When thinking about these things, Yoshiharu Koyama felt that his blood pressure was rising faster than the speed of the Shinkansen!

Especially when I heard the old woman next to me mumbling and complaining.

Yoshiharu Koyama's face was even more gloomy.

"Oh my goodness, a bento costs 1,500 yen. That's too expensive!"

Sitting next to him, his wife, Koya Koyama, was sighing over the menu, her well-maintained face filled with complaints about Tokyo's prices: "If it were in Kumamoto, this price would be enough for a nice set meal for our family."

"Hmph." Yoshiharu Koyama snorted coldly in response to his wife's words.

He was too proud of his status to answer these questions.

of course.