People are in Mihua, the tea art male god starts the game

"Get out! You give me out! "

Suddenly, Akemi Miyano pushed him out the door.

Bang!

The door was slammed shut, and the door was locked.

She turned her back and leaned against the door.

The body slipped weakly until it sat on the ground.

"Maharajah!"

"Why is that? Why? "

Akemi Miyano held the flowers and cried.

On the first Valentine's Day of the first relationship, there was no waiting for a single gift, a phone call, a text message.

The only one who cares about her is that scumbag!

"Hmph!"

"Progress bar 80%!"

Makoto Higashino sneered.

He knew that he was not far from that day.

A good person who has done a hundred good things, as long as he does one bad thing wrong, his image will collapse and his favorability will plummet.

But!

A bad guy like him, in front of Akemi Miyano, a scumbag who has done a hundred bad things.

As long as you simply do a good thing at a critical moment, you can make the image suddenly reverse, and the favorability skyrockets.

A bouquet of flowers just sent, a piece of chocolate eaten.

I'm afraid that he has quietly surpassed Akai Shuichi's favorability.

The impression of good or bad between men and women can be reversed.

Afraid is afraid, she has no impression of you!

Bite!

A soft sound.

Akemi Miyano's phone screen lights up.

Yes, an email was received.

"Higashino's first mission: kill this man in three days!"

"When you're done, he can choose a wine name as your code name and become a full member of the organization."

Below the text, is a photo.

The middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes is slightly rich, looking like a capitalist who oppresses and beats workers.

The president of Manaka Architecture Club - Boss Manaka!

After a few seconds, the message is automatically deleted, leaving only one photo.

It's the man!

Gin!

Obviously strong, but overly cautious.

Akemi Miyano wiped away her tears and stood up.

After looking in the mirror, she was still not at ease and added a light makeup.

Only then did she open the door and tell Makoto Higashino the order of the organization.

"Boss Manaka?"

"He seems to be..."

Makoto Higashino collected his memories and tried to recall the number of episodes in which the name appeared.

"The president of a construction company."

"As long as you can make money, you are willing to do anything bad."

Akemi Miyano glanced at him and laughed softly, "Probably, it's just like you!" "

"Far from it!"

"I'm eighteen streets more handsome than him!"

Makoto Higashino glanced at the photo again and finally remembered.

Boss Manaka - the dead in the murder of the art museum!

By the white-bearded old curator, a sword was nailed to the wall.

"What's the use of being handsome?"

"Can it complete the tasks of the organization?"

"Don't forget, your time, but it's only three days!"

Akemi Miyano scoffed.

Makoto Higashino: "Are you caring about me?" "

“......"

Akemi Miyano was stunned.

"I didn't!"

"What are you talking nonsense?"

"I'm just reminding you. If I couldn't complete the organization's tasks, even I would be implicated. "

After a few seconds, she blushed and hurriedly explained.

"Thank you!"

"I will complete the mission and come back to see you alive."

Makoto Higashino smiled, and whether she admitted it or not, he left directly.

"Who wants to see you?"

Akemi Miyano pouted.

Still, she stood on the windowsill and watched the Porsche drive out the gate.

"Don't die!"

"I hate men who don't count when they talk!"

......

Tokyo Hilton Hotel in Roppongi.

The Japanese restaurant on the top floor is quaint.

The kimono woman opened the door and knelt on either side and waited.

"President Higashino, I didn't expect you to be so young!"

"Gee, that's a lot more handsome than on TV."

"If I had a daughter, I would like her to marry you right away!"

The rich boss of Manaka trotted up to greet him.

After all, the boy in front of him is the big boss of Dorobija Paradise, and now he is a famous national hero.

It has great influence in both the business and police circles and the civil network.

"President Manaka, we are all busy people, I won't say anything extra."

Makoto Higashino sat down, stopped the maid who was pouring wine next to him, and turned to ask for a cup of hot tea.

"President Higashino, please say!"

Boss Manaka quickly made a gesture of invitation.

"I heard, you bought the Rice Flower Art Museum?"

Makoto Higashino asked.

"Oh, you mean the art gallery!"

"Loss-making business, nothing to earn."

"I'm going to run it for a while to see, but I really can't, so I will find a way to dismantle it and cover something else."

Boss Manaka said.

What he fancy was originally just the land.

As for what art, what art, there is no interest at all.

"After all, that art museum is also an old building of rice flowers, and it's a pity to tear it down!"

"If I could renovate and transform it into a hotel, I would be willing to run it for me."

Makoto Higashino was straight to the point and said what he meant.

"Hotel?"

"So, Mr. Higashino, how is this business?"

The boss is more direct.

Most five-star hotels are divided into two sections.

Part of it is the owner of the hotel itself, that is, the owner of this building.

The other part is the operator of the hotel, which is responsible for the management and operation of the hotel.

As for the hotel's revenue, there is a fixed percentage of management fees, and there is also a share according to the agreed proportion.

"I just want this number!"

"Also, I will pay for all the renovation costs."

Makoto Higashino held out three fingers.

Grunt!

Boss Zhenchu swallowed his saliva, and his chubby face showed the kind smile of a capitalist.