The glory of Kyoto wings

Chapter 133

To Minamoto Raimitsu's surprise, Seimei Ogi called back to borrow money.

In his impression, he never remembered that the other party had borrowed money, and this was indeed the first time in three years.

The amount is not large.

30 million yen.

But as far as Minamoto Larimitsu knows, since Seimei Ogi prefers to be self-reliant, he has never asked his family for living expenses since he went to college, and has always been a part-time tutor in his spare time to support himself.

The salary of this part-time job is not low.

With the resounding signboard of Kyoto University, it is almost looted in those private education groups, and the class fee is far beyond the cost of ordinary part-time jobs.

After all, no matter which family invests a large proportion in education, let alone in Japan, where education is the first priority.

The salary of a tutor is several times that of a part-time job.

This is the most intuitive embodiment of learning well.

Xiaomu Qingming is calm and patient, even if he encounters a problem student, he can handle it. He has a good reputation in several private education groups.

He also took a lot of classes.

The money earned will certainly not be less.

Otherwise, when Yuan Laiguang brought up the topic of the car, the other party would not have offered to lend him money, because he did have a lot of savings.

But now he even borrowed money from himself.

And it's still a mere 30.

Coupled with his obviously problematic tone and voice, Minamoto Raimitsu knew that the other party must have encountered a situation, but no matter how he asked Xiaomu Seimei, he still hesitated.

This vague tone is even more suspicious.

Although Minamoto Yorimitsu likes to get to the bottom of everything, he also knows how to weigh the pros and cons in an emergency, so he went directly to a nearby convenience store to transfer the money that night.

Fortunately, convenience stores in Japan operate on a 24-hour system, and most of them have the habit of placing ATM machines. After hanging up the phone for half an hour, the money will be transferred there.

Let Xiaomu Qingming borrow 30 from himself.

That would prove that the other party's original savings had been spent, and the 30 was probably just an emergency, so Minamoto Raimitsu directly transferred 100 million yen.

After the transfer has passed.

If you send a message or call again, you will not be connected. Minamoto Raimitsu did not get impatient because he didn't explain, probably there is indeed something unspeakable.

As long as nothing happens to people.

After waking up in the morning, Minamoto Raikou was busy.

It seems that the mechanism of the simulator is like this.

Once materialized, it will take effect immediately.

After taking the two contracts out of the inventory, different people called whether it was Kansai International Airport or the new car.

Especially the phone at Kansai International Airport.

The attitude of the other party is similar to that when he acquired the shares of the Kyoto Broadcasting Bureau, and he wanted to hold a welcome party for Minamoto Raimiko, but he pushed him away because he had something to do temporarily.

At eight o'clock in the morning, he was woken up by a phone call, and was forced to accept the troubles of happiness.

So after washing up, I drove to Ukyo District, which is the branch of Audi in Kyoto.

There is a faint musk smell in the VIP room, the tea on the table emits heat, and the air conditioner is turned on at a suitable temperature even in autumn.

"Mr. Yuan, you need to wait for this model for the time being. Our store has transferred the car from the Osaka branch, and it should arrive the day after tomorrow. I hope you can understand."

The female manager with a slightly open neckline in a white shirt showed an apologetic smile on her face, explaining the fact that there is no real car in the store for the time being, and hoped to be forgiven.

"no problem."

Minamoto Raikou was not in a hurry at all.

These things are just like blown by a strong wind, and it is completely fine if they can be guaranteed to be in hand.

Seeing that he had no objections, the female manager couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and smiled and took out a bunch of documents: "Please fill out these forms, please."

"These just need to be stamped, right?"

"correct."

Minamoto Raimitsu took a rough look and found that the content of the contract was very standard, no different from the last time he mentioned Mercedes, but this time the sales manager was different, with an exaggerated 36-size arc.

He took out his own seal and stamped it continuously.

He feels that this chapter is worthwhile.

It is undoubtedly troublesome to write with a pen, and some Japanese characters are more cumbersome, even if I have learned the habits of my hometown to improve the font.

It is indeed a better choice to apply for a seal.

It is estimated that I will use it more in the future.

Moreover, the material Saki Hatsu Koto chose to engrave the seal is also good, it should be some kind of jade seed material, which feels warm and comfortable to the touch.

While he was still stamping the contract, the female sales manager crossed her legs and looked at his face. The arch of her foot under the table was lifted for a moment, and she was a little absorbed in it.

As a sales manager, she meets a lot of people.

Except for the middle-aged people who occupy the bulk of the consumer group, it is not that there are rich second-generation or ordinary young people who come to buy cars, but there is really no one who can compare with the young man in front of him.

The other party's skin color is just right, fairer but not weak, his facial features are also three-dimensional and deep, his pure black hair is deeper than ordinary people, and even his slender eyes are extraordinarily charming.

Except for the looks that can be seen.

What attracted her attention the most was the temperament of the other party. He obviously looked like nothing special sitting there, but if you looked closely, it was very attractive.

Confident, deep, mature, mysterious.
It's like it's not too eye-catching in the crowd, but once you focus on him, the picture scroll will automatically unfold in your mind.

Especially these temperaments are in a young man.

The strong sense of contrast made Takada Reiko's heart itch, and she finally understood why her friends like to date young boys.

"The signing is over, is it ready?"

"You still need to keep a copy for yourself."

Takada Reiko looked at the contract he handed over, stroked the soft flesh on the inner thigh wrapped in black silk with her left hand, and finally couldn't hold back the impulse in her heart and praised:

"Mr. Yuan is really young and promising. There are quite a few people who pick up cars at your age, but it's the first time I've seen someone as good-looking as you."

Minamoto Larimitsu was stunned when he heard the words, and then looked at the delicate-looking female manager, and found that she was staring straight at him, with a hint of charm in her almond eyes, and a strange blush on her face.

"Takada-san is also very beautiful."

Minamoto Larimitsu knew how to respond when he was praised. He glanced at the other person's plump chest, pinned his work nameplate on the rounded arc, and said with a decent smile on his face: "And the figure is also in good shape."

"Aren't you lying to me? At my age, it's rare to be praised anymore."

"As long as Takada-san's mentality is young, the age can be fixed forever, not to mention that Takada-san doesn't look old no matter how you look at it."

"Mr. Yuan, you really know how to talk. Have you been in love too many times, and you learned it from several girlfriends?"

The atmosphere in the VIP room gradually became active.

Soon filled with giggles from the female manager.

Minamoto Raimitsu did not refuse to chat with strangers, when he opened his mouth and was about to respond to the other party, he suddenly felt something strange coming from his calf.

He subconsciously looked down.

Then the eyelids twitched.

Under the long white table in the VIP room, a foot wrapped in black silk protruded over, the arch of the foot gently lifted Minamoto's trouser leg, stroking the skin of his calf rhythmically.

Look up again——

The female manager was looking at him with a smile.

Minamoto Raikou felt the itch coming from his calf, but he still kept a normal look on his face, and he didn't intend to communicate deeply with the other party in his heart.

Can take the initiative to this point.

I'm afraid it's about the same color as this black silk.

Although he has no obsession with cleanliness in this regard, he will not be greedy for his body at will. After all, safety and health are the necessary conditions for discussing business at night.

In the end, Minamoto Raimitsu left the car shop under Takada Reiko's rippling eyes, and the other party specially gave him a few more maintenances, probably extra gifts.

After getting into the car, Minamoto Raimiko took out a card from his pocket, looked at it casually, shook his head, and put it in the bottom layer of the glove box.

"Why do you feel that being handsome is not a good thing?"

Minamoto Raikou touched his face and sighed.

As we all know, people are born with a sense of intimacy with good-looking looks. Not only men like beautiful women, but vice versa.

But this is not good for him.

If you have a good impression of him because of his appearance or temperament, it is not easy to get hated. After all, it is a fact that ugly people are easy to be hated.

"It seems that becoming a handsome guy in Kyoto is not my direction. To be good-looking, to a certain extent, has greatly affected my idea of ​​​​continuing mining."

Minamoto Raimitsu suddenly felt that it was not that simple.

Perhaps the simulator has its own set of rules, and there is a reason for giving yourself such a reward, after all, it is about love.

After thinking for a while, he didn't want to.

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

(End of this chapter)