Hikigaya, the Son-in-law of Three Surnames

Hachiman discovered very early on that Kato Megumi actually had a strong desire for knowledge, but it was not visible on the surface. She had already shown this trait when he recruited her to become an internet celebrity.

"If there's anything you don't understand, I can teach you privately."

Hachiman said with a "kind face" that after school, the great teacher will give lessons.

Olivia rolled her eyes at his useless look. "Sir, we are talking about a business worth tens of millions of pounds. Can you be serious about it?"

"Then what? Just go on. How can you stop their plot?" This is the key point.

Hachiman smiled and said, "Have you heard of knowledge payment?"

Don't get it wrong, you are the one who wants to kill the Spencer family. My goal is only to rescue Sayuri.

If you want to know, pay more.

It’s hard to make a living these days, and it’s not easy to earn money for milk powder.

Chapter 41: A world where only the Spencer family is hurt, completed

“Have you heard of knowledge payment?”

Olivia felt like vomiting blood when she saw Hachiman's treacherous look. It turned out that you were not trying to rescue Sayuri.

"Okay, the extra income generated during the process will be yours after deducting the cost."

Hachiman rubbed his hands together like a profiteer: "Thank you, boss. You are very generous."

As a result, he patted Kato Megumi and told him not to move.

"By the way, please transfer the money to Miss Kato Megumi's account."

"I don't want it." said the girl.

"I came here as an illegal immigrant and I don't have an account." Hachiman tried to convince the girl. It seems that giving money these days requires demands. How the hell did I get to this point?

"Then throw it all away." said the girl who earned 80 pounds a day.

Hachiman also raised his thumbs up: "The boss is generous."

Olivia knocked on the table: "Can the internal distribution of benefits wait until the matter is completed?"

Hachiman shrugged. "It's actually very simple. We can just short sell the stock at this time and let the stock price explode. Whether it's a takeover or a long position, they will all fail. And once public opinion becomes problematic, even if the legal representatives are not the two of them, we can investigate illegal operations such as money laundering and market support, and send them to jail to see who is involved."

Olivia frowned after hearing this: "Is it that simple?"

"Of course, it's not that simple. First we need to find a hedge fund or a research organization like Muddy Waters to publish a report on the dangers of the multi-rental apartment model and then crash the stock price."

"In this regard, I do know several bosses of hedge funds." Olivia said at this time. She was a broker.

"Well, he is the guest of honor after all." Or rather, the guest of honor, Hachiman smiled in his heart.

But Olivia didn't feel embarrassed at all, instead she showed a charming smile.

"That's the difficulty. Generally speaking, such research reports require a lot of time to investigate and collect evidence, and the data must be credible, so that it can have an impact on the stock market and society. Now that the acquisition is imminent, there is not enough time to prepare such a report."

Despite what he said, the girl didn't seem to see any embarrassment on his face, so he must have been prepared for it.

"You mean, fake?"

"The business structure, profit data and asset transfer channels are all true. How can there be any talk of fraud?" Hachiman smiled.

"Where does this come from..." Olivia originally wanted to ask where these data came from if they were not fake, but suddenly she thought of someone.

"Sayuri is likely to know." It involves the Spencer family's big move, and it happened before the Spencer family got into trouble. As a daughter-in-law, Sayuri is likely to know more inside information.

"Of course, in addition to the short-selling report, we also need to create a panic on social media and let the social influence force the relevant departments to intervene and nail them down."

Moreover, Sayuri needs to provide evidence of possible illegal operations by the father and son. After all, simply shorting them will not be able to kill them.

"I've researched you. You're a journalism major, and you founded Tiktik."

The implication is that Hachiman should be more than capable of leading the war of public opinion.

"Okay, I didn't intend to rely on others in the first place, but you have to provide a professional PR team. Otherwise, no matter how awesome I am, I can't be a Twitter user 24 hours a day."

When it comes to online opinion warfare and crisis public relations, his foresight is much greater than that of current public relations companies.

Watching the young man talking eloquently, it was hard to imagine that he was the armed thug who killed people without blinking an eye a few days ago.

If he dressed more carefully at this moment, he might look more like a child of an aristocratic family who has received elite education than Laton.

But there is a difference. The rough and unrestrained temperament that this guy occasionally reveals, which is even more attractive.

Is this why you chose him, Sayuri?

Olivia thought to herself as she drank her almost empty beer.

"It's a good plan, and if it succeeds, it will be enough to make the Spencer family suffer a lot and be unable to take care of themselves. But...it needs money."

Whether inviting hedge funds or even research institutions just to be responsible for publishing, it also requires a considerable amount of fees, not to mention a massive public opinion war, which will cost hundreds of thousands of pounds.

"I have no money." Hachiman said frankly. Most of the few pounds he brought with him were spent on buying weapons before landing in Ying Country. In a few days, he would have to live on free food.

"I know you don't have any money. Damn it, are you going to make me spend all the money I've earned from buying meat over the years? If we can't nail them to death, won't they be at a huge loss?"

Olivia said painfully.

"You have no money? I will support you." Hachiman said with a smile, and was greeted by Olivia's middle finger and Kato Megumi's more "careful" stitching movements.

Alas, the wound on my shoulder had just healed a little, and there was another knife wound, although it was self-inflicted.

"You're an idiot. For something like this, there are people who are eager to pay, and they can even charge a hard-earned execution fee, and even put money into it out of their own pocket. No wonder you've been working as a broker for so many years selling meat." Hachiman sneered mercilessly.

As long as there was a way to make money, Olivia didn't mind being called a bitch, listening to what Hachiman said and thinking about it for herself.

"You mean... the acquirer of the long-term rental company, I remember it was a new real estate developer called Select Property, which specializes in student and youth apartment brands, which fits the long-term rental category. Do you mean to ask them to take the money?"

Hachiman made the decision. This woman was not too stupid. She smiled and said, "Yes, as long as we bring the hedge fund and the short-selling report to negotiate with the real estate developer, they will definitely be interested. If a scandal breaks out during the acquisition, do you think Select Property will ask for a huge price cut? The money saved is definitely not comparable to our execution fee. In terms of timing, we have the first-mover advantage. It is impossible for the real estate developer to do without us."

In this way, the logic of the entire action is closed. The long-term rental companies that were acquired by real estate developers with money take the opportunity to lower the price. Yawata and Olivia use the money to short the stock prices of the long-term rental companies with hedge funds and research institutions, and then put pressure on the relevant departments in public opinion to investigate the Spencer family’s violations and nail them down.

The real estate developer purchased the property at a low price, the hedge fund made a profit by short selling, Olivia retaliated against the Spencer family, and Hachiman found an opportunity to rescue Sayuri when the Spencer family was in chaos.

"A world where only the Spencers are hurt, complete."

Hachiman said calmly, but his expression was less rogue and his eyes were indifferent. He had been a thug for so long that some people had forgotten that he made a living with his brain.

Chapter 42 Wild Fun: Little Lily's Adventure

This is a dream, Sayuri thought, because the scene before her had been repeated countless times in her dreams.

However, she never felt impatient, and perhaps seeing this dream was the most faithful proof that she was still alive.

Reflected before her eyes was the scene of endless green rice ears. For some reason, people prefer to write about the golden rice ears in autumn, probably because it means a good harvest. Food is the primary need of the people, and only by filling their stomachs can the ethical and moral order be maintained.

But Sayuri prefers the green rice seedlings, probably because the autumn harvest will not belong to her.

She stretched out her hands. They were the hands of a five or six-year-old child, dirty with dust and mud. They were completely different from the tender, white and moist hands when she acted as a lady. But only Sayuri herself knew that this was actually her essence.

Even her originally relatively clean clothes were not spared, but little Lily did not care. She took off her shoes and jumped off the shabby concrete platform, splashing mud from the paddy field. Her tender little white feet sank into it. She hummed the song her mother taught her, and the green rice ears rustled in the breeze.

What a comfortable breeze... Sayuri couldn't help but think as she felt the not-so-scorching sun.

She carefully avoided the rice ears and picked apple snails that were about the same length as her fingers. She threw away the big ones because they were useless. After picking about three or four apple snails, Sayuri finally climbed out from under the paddy field, threw the apple snails on the ground, put her shoes back on, and crushed them one by one with her little feet. Then she picked out the broken shells and the remaining snail meat was not for eating, and it didn't taste good either.

She picked up the fishing rod next to her and tied the snail meat to the soaked sewing thread. Now Sayuri's biggest goal was to get a metal hook, otherwise the bait tied to the line would always fall off easily. It was called a fishing rod, but it was just a thin green bamboo.

Because she had just jumped down, it would be impossible to fish standing here, so she walked further along the irrigation canal and suddenly saw a dry grass-colored snake basking in the warm sun. She had seen many snakes of this kind, just grass snakes. Sometimes she would pick them up to play with, but her hands would be numb for a few days after being bitten. She suddenly picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the snake.

The grass snake that was enjoying the sunshine was startled and quickly slipped away into the waterway, leaving Sayuri laughing.

Then, here, standing next to the paddy field, I threw the fishing rod with snail meat on it, and it fell into the rice field. Occasionally, I could hear the sounds of frogs and insects.

Fishing for frogs is different from fishing for fish. The secret to fishing for frogs is to constantly and gently shake the bait so that the frog thinks it is alive and will then take the bait.

If it's at night, it wouldn't be so troublesome. Just hold a flashlight in the field and shine the flashlight on the frog. It won't move and let you catch it. It's very stupid.

In a flash, Sayuri felt the fishing rod sinking, and her eyes lit up. It was a big fish. Seeing that the bait had been bitten, she quickly pulled up the fishing rod. Sure enough, a black object was pulled up at the end of the fishing line, making a sound, and it was huge.

But after taking a closer look, Sayuri was disappointed: "What? It's a toad."

That’s right, this black thing with “bumps” all over its back is different from the frog that Sayuri wants to catch, it’s a toad.

Of course, toads are edible and taste good, but they are difficult to handle and can easily cause poisoning, so they are not as safe to eat as frogs.

But after thinking about it, she drove the toad into the bamboo basket, perhaps she could use it for other purposes.

After that, she caught fish again and again. Even at a young age, she knew how to move to another place after a few shots. It was not until the magical moment when the golden dusk light shone on the emerald green rice seedlings and she saw seven or eight frogs and a big toad in the bamboo basket that she put away her fishing rod with satisfaction.

The fishing rod can be thrown away casually. This is the advantage of this tool as a plaything for rural children. There is no need to cherish it. It is available whenever you want.

In the dream, Sayuri subjectively watched her younger self carrying a bamboo basket home, but halfway, she was blocked by two little kids, one fat and one thin.

They were all the naughty ones here. The fat, snotty kid said viciously, "Hey, little beggar, give me the bamboo basket."

The skinny follower also echoed: "Yes, hand it over."

After watching Sayuri from Doraemon on TV, I thought these two guys were very similar to Takeshi and Suneo.

"What? Do you want to bully others again?" Sayuri replied viciously. There is also a world of martial arts in the children's world. Whoever gives in will lose and deserves to be bullied.

"Hmph, you fatherless bastard, so what if I bully you?" The fat little brat looked at Sayuri's cheeks, his face turned red for some reason, but his words were very harsh.

It's like many young kids attract the attention of the opposite sex by bullying her. From the perspective of the adult Sayuri, they should have a good impression of her because she looks very similar to the childhood Eriri and is very beautiful.

But after they heard from their parents' contempt that the child was a fatherless bastard, the little kids who were used to learning about the world from their parents began to feel conflicted.

So the way to express "affection" is to fight with Sayuri, steal her things, and call her a fatherless bastard.

This kind of emotion, in Sayuri's eyes now, is so beautiful.

Soon the two sides started fighting. Although Sayuri was fighting one against two and they were both little girls, the child who was used to the wildness did not show any mercy. She first kicked down the follower Suneo, and then started to fight with him with a series of punches and punches from Fat Tiger. The two sides fought back and forth, and Sayuri was also punched several times in the face.

Suddenly, she had an idea and took out the fat toad from the bamboo basket and threw it directly on Fat Tiger's face.

As expected, Fat Tiger was startled and let out a sharp cry. Sayuri took the opportunity to kick him in the stomach.

"You are so insidious." Fat Tiger, lying on the ground, didn't know whether to cover his aching stomach or wipe the disgusting mucus off his face first.

Sayuri stood with her hands on her hips in a victorious pose: "Both of you boys can't beat me, shame on you."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Don't tell your parents about this or cause trouble at my house."

Fat Tiger looked hatefully at the arrogant little girl in the bright dusk light, as if everything about her was different from the others.

"I...we are loyal people. Who would go and complain? Don't underestimate me."

Sayuri stood up with satisfaction, her hair swaying in the golden light of the wind, looking golden, which stunned the snotty-nosed little kid.

Carrying the bamboo basket back home, the house was rented and looked a little shabby. She took off her shoes and said, "Mom, I'm back."

In the slightly dim entranceway, a thin woman in a coat walked out. Her eyes were gentle and her tone was as warm as the spring breeze.

She seemed to be the beautiful and fragile pure white lily that seemed like it would wither at any time.

"Sayuri, why did you get dirty again? Go wash it quickly. This bamboo basket is... ahem..."

In the dream, Sayuri looked at the gentle and thin woman, and her eyes couldn't help but feel hot. Only in dreams could she see her mother who did not leave a single photo.

"This is what I caught, Mom. I want to eat frog rice tonight."

"Okay, go take a shower."

The gentle woman brought the bamboo basket to the kitchen. Sayuri washed it casually and ran out. She sat by the window, looking at the steaming kitchen, and soon turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window.

What should I bring back tomorrow? The bamboo shoots should be good at this time, Sayuri's eyes lit up.

I hope tomorrow will come soon.

Chapter 43: The Witch's Condition

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

The sound of a cane with a strong rhythm like a wall clock woke Sayuri Sawamura up from her sleep. She slowly opened her eyes. The scene in her dream had not yet faded. The field and the old house with a warm atmosphere were intertwined with reality, until Sayuri in the cage saw the old man who came, Horton Spencer.

Sayuri, who is as admirable as a canary, is still sitting on the ground. Perhaps because the weather is getting colder, the owner here carefully laid a carpet for her to make her captivity more comfortable.

Sayuri looked at her nominal father-in-law, who sat there quietly without saying a word.

The spirited old noble tapped the floor gently with his cane, causing Sayuri to gently raise her head, but this caused the old noble to feel disgusted.

"Do you know what I hate most about you?"

"Background? Experience? Knowledge? Or existence?" Sayuri said calmly.

As a result, the crutch shook so hard that the floor could feel the vibration.

"You look innocent now. Maybe you can fool Dorothy, or even my poor son, just like you did back then. But you can't fool me. What are you planning?"