Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 129 Checking on my girlfriend
"You want money?"

This was the first sentence Kitahara said after he sat down.

Senkawa Nami didn't expect him to be so straightforward. After waiting for a whole night, the words she had rehearsed countless times in her mind were useless in the face of these words.

Her throat was a little dry, and then she nodded:
"Yes, I want money."

“I have two million here. You are Liangxiang’s mother, so I can give it to you.”

"Two million is too little, Kitahara-kun."

"IMHO."

A mocking look appeared on Kitahara's face: "How much is your monthly salary?"

"Before I became a housewife, I made 240,000 yen a month," said Senkawa Nami with a stern face.

"So, this is equivalent to the money you would earn working for ten months. Isn't that enough to satisfy you?"

Seeing Kitahara's surprise, Senkawa Nami was also very straightforward: "I only have this one daughter. Is it possible that she is marrying you for such a small amount of money, or is Liangxiang only worth this much in your heart?"

"Ryoka would be sad if she knew, right?"

Very low-level rhetoric.

In the neighboring province where people can eat spicy food, mothers-in-law have more reasons.

Nami Senkawa obviously needs to learn from them.

But Beiyuan naturally would not refute, on the contrary, he would add fuel to the fire.

"Of course she can't be that cheap. According to my family's tradition, a good girl like this is worth a hefty bride price."

"Dowry?" Senkawa Nami was stunned.

“Yes, you can understand it as a sum of money.”

"how much is it?"

Senkawa Nami's eyes flickered. "If we follow Kitahara-kun's family tradition, how much would you pay?"

Beiyuan looked at her greedy look and couldn't help laughing. He slowly said:

"Three hundred million."

“300 million yen.”

Senakawa Nami swallowed.

In fact, she no longer had a clear understanding of the concept of tens of millions and upwards. She only knew that it meant a lot of money, enough to buy a luxury car that she would never be able to enjoy in her lifetime, and a home in a good area in Shibuya.

Three hundred million
Selling a daughter, how could you get so much?!

"But I don't have that much right now." Kitahara spread his hands. "Of course, now's not the time to marry Liang Xiang. Let's get down to business and talk about something practical, like why do you need money?"

"What's your reason for asking for money?" Qianchuan Nami said greedily, "Since you want to marry my daughter, you should show some sincerity."

"I can take it out." Kitahara said.

"Give it to me then."

"But I don't have 300 million now."

"how much do you have?"

"More than thirty million."

"Thirty million is enough."

Senkawa Nami suppressed her inner joy, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up: "30 million, that's the money you spent on buying a car for Sayuri-sensei."

She looked up and said, "I don't think Ryoka knows about this."

"Are you threatening me?" Beiyuan narrowed his eyes and his expression suddenly turned cold.

Whether a person can make others feel scared depends mainly on his status. For example, at this moment, Kitahara is Senkawa Nami's boss and the one who pays the money, so once he looks cold, Senkawa Nami will feel panicked.

"Oops."

Her expression tightened and she shook her head repeatedly: "No, it's not Kitahara-kun."

Kitahara remained silent, just tapping lightly on the table in the bar. The table was made of solid wood, and the sound was crisp and every tap seemed to strike deep into Senakawa Nami's heart.

silence.

There was a long silence.

Senkawa Nami is now beginning to regret it.

Why bother bringing up this matter for no reason? Just take the money and leave!

"I'm so crazy."

She thought frantically.

How could someone take the initiative to drive away the sponsor?
"Kitahara-kun" Senkawa Nami wanted to apologize, but was stopped by Kitahara.

He was at ease, supporting his face with one hand. The light from the bar rotated, and the interweaving of light and dark fell on his face, giving him a strange sense of unreality.

"You can tell Ryoka about this."

"However, I don't mind finding a new mother for Liang Xiang."

"Has Mrs. Qianchuan ever learned to swim? It would be best to learn now."

"Yes, yes." Senkawa Nami's scalp tingled. She felt the strong threat of death in his words, and the hairs on her body stood up.

She wanted to slap herself. Why was she saying all this for no reason?
These rich people have no humanity at all!
Let Liangxiang suffer on her own!

Seeing that she understood, Beiyuan softened his expression and said, "I can give you the money, but thirty million is too much. I have other things to do for the time being."

"Kitahara-kun, I'm not a greedy person."

As she spoke, Senkawa Nami did not forget to defend herself: "Auntie said this not to threaten you, but I can't even afford to eat. If Liangxiang knew, she would be very sad. She is a kind child."

Beiyuan pondered for a moment and said, "How about this?"

He agreed to give 15 million for free, but the other 1,500 was lent to Senkawa Nami.

If you are not in a hurry in the future, you don't have to pay back the money.

Senkawa Nami thought about it and felt that it was a win-win situation. She had already got half of it, so she could just save the other half.

The two agreed on the result and decided to find someone knowledgeable in the field to draw up a contract.

Beiyuan knows someone who studies finance.

However, Senior Sister Zhongmu was already asleep, so he called but she didn't answer. He had no choice but to look through the communication cradle, found the name of the female bank manager, and then dialed the number.

Ten p.m.

Aya Imai, a female bank manager, was called to a bar by a phone call.

Her impression of the place was very academic.

Bars are dirty and messy.

The second is connected with sex.

As an intellectual who graduated from a high-level university and joined Citibank right after graduation, Aya Imai rarely comes here.

After all, her level is not comparable to that of an ordinary gold-digger escort. The people she usually comes into contact with are either rich or noble, and she really looks down on the atmosphere here.

But Aya Imai still came because the call was important.

As I pushed the door open, the sound of wind chimes interrupted the jazz music inside the bar. The men and women inside were all dressed in suits and looked very respectable, but in places where the lights were not shining, someone was already kissing passionately.

She looked around and saw a familiar figure leaning against the window, his face still handsome.

Kitahara Yoki.

His identity is mysterious, but Imai Aya still managed to find out some inside information through gossip.

The nephew of a judge of the High Court.

There is no need to say much about its value. This is already a class gap. The class division in Japan is serious. The rich and powerful have been like this for generations. Ordinary people like her can only please them.

Moreover, this person is said to be the only child of the Kitahara family.

One can imagine how much his wealthy uncle doted on him. Not to mention the entire inheritance, there was at least 20%, but this was also a staggering amount of assets.

"Mr. Kitahara."

Imai Aya walked up and responded with a smile, showing no resentment at being called out in the middle of the night.

"Ms. Imai." Kitahara said with a smile, inviting her to sit next to him. As soon as Imai Aya sat down, she saw the forty-something mean woman opposite her looking at her with a scrutinizing gaze.

Senkawa Nami stared at her, thinking that she was also a bitch.

When she was called out at night, she even had time to put on some light makeup. Her lips were so moist and she even put on eyeliner. Who would believe her if she said she wasn't selling it?

"Who is this?" Imai Aya asked in a low voice, feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at.

"There's an aunt I know. Never mind her. What would you like to drink? Long Island Iced Tea?" Kitahara said casually.

"You're so annoying, Kitahara-kun. If you drink this kind of wine, you won't be able to go home in the middle of the night." Imai Aya pretended to be angry, reached out and patted Kitahara gently, her face full of shyness.

"It's okay. I'm a member of a hotel nearby. I can go there to rest when I get drunk."

"Hey H! If you continue like this I'll leave!" Imai Aya said angrily.

"Sorry sorry."

Looking at the two people sitting opposite her, flirting like a couple, Senkawa Nami felt as disgusted as if she had eaten a fly.

What on earth is Liang Xiang doing!
Your boyfriend is about to be seduced away by some vixen outside! And you are still so stupid that you don’t know anything!
She quietly sent a message.

Naturally, Kitahara noticed the action, but he took a few glances and didn't take it too seriously.

Although Imai Aya was sweet and talkative, she had never been his type. Even if his girlfriend knew about it, nothing would happen. "Then I'll reluctantly have a drink." Seeing that he was silent, Imai Aya thought Kitahara was angry. Her heart tightened and she quickly said, "But if I get drunk, you must take me to the hotel."

"Okay." Kitahara then realized that his absent-mindedness had caused the female bank manager to misunderstand him.

He comforted her first and then started chatting.

"I came to you so late, so there must be something."

"You say."

"It's like this, Aunt Qianchuan is my girlfriend's mother, but she's been a little tight on money lately, so she finally wants to ask me for some money."

Imai Aya understood the whole story and nodded, "So, Mr. Kitahara asked me to come here because of the contract?"

"Correct."

Kitahara nodded. "Even though we're relatives, we still have to settle accounts. Miss Imai, please come over. Your workplace should be nearby. Could you please help me with this?"

Normally, the outlets are closed, but as the manager, Imai Aya naturally has the key.

She nodded.

"Of course, are we leaving now?"

"You can leave now, or have a drink, depending on Ms. Imai's mood." Kitahara said tactfully.

Strictly speaking, Imai Aya is not a bad woman. She just became a socialite because of work needs. Kitahara will still need her to do things for him in the future, so her attitude will definitely be better, unless a replacement is found.

"Um"

Imai Aya's sweet eyes blinked, and she covered her cherry lips and said, "My mouth is a little dry."

As she spoke, she pouted and patted Kitahara, wiggling her hips. "You called me out so late, you should have time for a drink of water, right?"

Sitting on the other side, Senkawa Nami raised her eyebrows and was ready to curse.

How could an old green tea girl like her not see what this little bitch was thinking?

Oh shit!

If I hadn't lost my glory, I would have to tear your face off, you stinky bitch!
"Ryoka has to come quickly, or there will be another bastard trying to share your money." Senkawa Nami looked at the message sent a long time ago, feeling anxious.

How can I not be anxious!

If there is one more woman, Kitahara's attention will be diverted away, and the money he can give her will be much less!

Kitahara chatted with Imai Aya for a while. During the chat, the sweet female bank manager came up to him and whispered to him from time to time. There was a bit of girlish cuteness in her expression. It felt like first love.

However, Kitahara knew very well that although this guy had decent business skills, he was also a complete loser in life.

He respected business capabilities but was not interested in deepening the relationship.

So after chatting for a while, Beiyuan stood up and said, "We've had enough to drink, it's time to go."

Imai Aya was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled and said, "Okay, let's go."

The three of them went to the bank.

Kitahara in the middle was not stingy and spent money to take a taxi. The economy has been in recession recently, and taxis are now driven by elderly people in their sixties and seventies.

He glanced at Kitahara and shook his head with emotion.

“When I was young, I was also so cool.”

What the hell is that? It's okay to brag, but don't really put yourself in my shoes.

Kitahara complained that women's rights were prevalent in Japan at that time, and if you went out on a date with a woman, you would be treated as a sucker.

bank.

Imai Aya quickly printed out a contract and felt a little envious after looking at the specific amount.

Several months of performance.

But she also knew that since Beiyuan called her out so late, he would definitely not treat her badly.

“I wonder if they’ll call me to the hotel.”

"I should have brought a condom when I went out."

"I'll just go to the store and buy one later."

Imai Aya muttered to herself, and when she came in front of Kitahara, her expression changed again: "Here is the contract, please sign it."

Normally, it is best to go to a notary office for large loans.

However, signing a contract is also possible.

It's just a little troublesome to ask for money, and you have to go to court. But for someone like Kitahara, this is not a problem, after all, he has an uncle who is a judge.

I can't imagine how I lost.

"I've signed." Nami Senkawa couldn't wait to write her name.

Afterwards, Kitahara also signed and transferred money to Senkawa Nami.

After the money arrives.

Both of their faces were flushed!

【Ding--】

Thirty-five years old.

[Task completed, settlement is currently underway. You have received a five-fold rebate card using a random rebate card.]

Five times.

He lent out 30 million yen and got 150 million yen in return!

That is 7.5 million RMB!

If you count the money he lent to Green Tea Senior and the car he bought for Sayuri, Kitahara's current assets have exceeded 10 million!

Multi-millionaire!

On the other side, Senkawa Nami was also excited. Looking at the long numbers on the bank card, she felt ecstatic. Moreover, this money was just the beginning. Her daughter was worth 300 million!

In other words, another 270 million yen will be deposited into your card in the future!

"Kitahara-kun."

Qianchuan Nami smiled from ear to ear and invited him warmly: "Let's go out for dinner. It's my treat."

Hearing this, Imai Aya raised her eyebrows unconsciously.

She dressed up and went to the bar at ten o'clock tonight, not to see her big client being abducted.

"Kitahara-kun," Imai Aya pulled his sleeve, "I came out tonight, but it was very tiring."

Standing between the two people, Kitahara didn't care about what they said. They were just two women who wanted to take advantage of him.

He just looked up at the door.

Under the street light, a girl wearing sports pants and with flying black hair looked at him quietly.

When she saw Kitahara looking at her, she would bend her eyebrows into crescents, gently raise her hands and say hi.

Ryoka Chikawa.

His girlfriend came to pick him up.

Now that the queen is here, everything else is put aside.

Kitahara walked out the door, came to Senkawa Ryoka, and said with a smile: "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be watching a drama now?"

"I'm here to check on you, you pervert." The girlfriend looked up at him with her lips pouted.

Qianchuan Liangxiang does not wear any makeup, but her face under the moonlight is still beautiful and charming.

Kitahara wanted to kiss her, but was stopped by a finger.

"Don't be in a hurry, let's deal with the thieving cat who seduced you first." Qianchuan Liangxiang's eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and her smile is even more cunning and smart, like an elf in the night.

"Where's the thieving cat?"

Kitahara took her hand and introduced her to his girlfriend: "You know that person, the bank manager Aya Imai."

"Oh, that female manager, huh? She looks just like that, ordinary." The girlfriend exchanged glances with Imai Aya, her lips curled up: "Her face isn't as pretty as mine, her smile isn't as sweet as mine, and her figure isn't as good as mine."

"Be careful not to be overheard."

"I heard it."

Senkawa Ryoka snorted, naturally took Kitahara's hand, and declared her sovereignty.

See this.

Kitahara had no choice but to nod to Imai Aya. The female manager was also very sensible. She knew that the real person had arrived, so she didn't feel unwilling and just smiled and waved.

"That's quite clever." Seeing that she didn't fight or argue, Qianchuan Liangxiang nodded in satisfaction, "I'm hungry."

"Then let's go eat something." Kitahara said.

"Can I come along?"

Senkawa Ryoka turned around and looked at Senkawa Nami who was standing behind her, and narrowed her eyes silently.

The mother of the past has now become an enemy that needs to be guarded against in her eyes.
She doesn't allow others to destroy her little home.

"Let's go then."

To Kitahara's surprise, his girlfriend actually nodded and agreed.

Qianchuan Liangxiang said with a cold face: "There is something I want to talk to you about."

(End of this chapter)