Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 189 Preparation
Bei Yuan went to the office.

Miyoko Nakamura was already waiting there. She had changed into an office lady outfit, exuding the charm of a mature woman.

Not only is she attractive, but more importantly, she is confident and has a special strong woman aura, which is a deadly poison for men.

Who wouldn't want such a successful career woman whispering sweet nothings beneath them?
“Brother Kitahara.”

Miyoko Nakamura stood up and offered her seat. When this vixen stood up, she swayed her hips dramatically.

Kitahara couldn't help but grab it hard and knead it vigorously, waiting for Nakamaki Miyoko to pout in pain before letting go.

"Why are you using so much force? It hurts!" Miyoko Nakamaki complained.

"Didn't you try using even more force?"

Kitahara recalled how he had slapped the strong woman's buttocks until they were covered in red welts in her apartment.

Miyoko Nakamura pursed her lips and remained silent, only looking at Kitahara with a resentful expression.

He chuckled and sat down in the spot where Miyoko was sitting. He caught a whiff of a wonderful perfume and knew it was a trick played by Senior Nakamura, but he didn't care. "Make time for me to come to Kyoto with you in four days. There's a multi-billion dollar project there that needs you."

Miyako Nakamura's eyes widened, thinking she had misheard. How could she not know about a project worth billions?
Kitahara then took the time to explain it once more.

Miyoko Nakamura had no objection to his decision, since the money was in Kitahara's hands, but she couldn't help feeling a little heartache.

"Is there a problem?" Kitahara asked.

"No, but what about here?" Miyoko Nakamaki asked.

“With your best friend here, one person is enough. Plus, the Kousaka family is keeping an eye on things, so there won’t be any improvement in the short term.” Kitahara frowned slightly as he spoke. He had offended those two old bastards from the Kousaka family, and now they were targeting him behind his back.

Fortunately, they didn't know about the mask factory, and even if they did, they wouldn't have done anything about it.

"it is good."

Miyoko Nakamaki nodded in agreement, but then felt a little aggrieved. As a civil servant in the Financial Services Agency, she was now being used as an assistant, running around with people everywhere.

It can be said that they have lost all their dignity.

In response, NATO promised: "If you are willing to resign from your government job, I can offer you a high salary."

Miyoko Nakamura hesitated.

To be honest, she knows very well that her most valuable asset is her status as a civil servant, and if she really resigns, no one can predict what the future holds.

What if Kitahara changes his mind?
Kitahara was not surprised by her hesitation, after all, it was extremely risky for Nakamaki Miyoko. He did not force her: "There is no rush. It depends on your personal wishes. If you really don't want to, I can support you."

"Okay, thank you, love you!"

Miyoko Nakamaki was happy, but also a little guilty. The factory had been spending money every day since it opened, but the profit was not much. Not to mention whether Kitahara had any thoughts about it, she and Kana were both a little ashamed. In fact, Kana hinted more than once: "Why don't you make up for the boss in another way?"

"Somewhere else?"

What could possibly be valuable about Nakamaki Miyoko's body? The most valuable thing about her was her breasts. She looked at her best friend, who avoided her gaze and said, "Anyway, you've already done that, so it doesn't matter if you do it a few more times."

"So, you're using me as a price to pay!"

"what is the relationship!"

Miyoko Nakamura felt a mix of emotions and frustration. She silently composed herself and hinted, "Are you free tonight?"

"I'm busy." Kitahara declined Miyoko Nakamaki's invitation to duo queue.

Besides the fact that we're going to eat hot pot tonight so those two foxy women can't smell it, I'm also physically exhausted. If I expend all my energy here, Xiaobaihe will be unhappy.

"Okay, sure." A hint of surprise flashed in Miyoko Nakamaki's eyes, then she asked bluntly, "Are you impotent?"

"."

Kitahara glared at her and tapped Miyoko on the head: "I simply don't have those thoughts, don't overthink it."

"pain"

Miyoko Nakamura covered her head, pretending to be in pain, and occasionally cast a wronged look at her.

With teary eyes and slightly pursed lips, she was a beautiful and delicate woman.

Unfortunately, Kitahara completely ignored her little scheme.

In the afternoon, news reports came that the United States had launched an operation and several of its planes had been shot down, causing fluctuations in the gold market. The price surged, fluctuating by twenty points, signaling a positive outlook for gold.

Kitahara had made preparations beforehand, adding 200 times leverage when buying gold in London. Gold is the most stable currency, but no one expected this surge to be so rapid.

He had 50 million yen at his disposal, and Kitahara borrowed 10 million yen from Hanaya Seiko for this money, with a return of 2 billion yen.

"Speculation is still the fastest way to make money," Kitahara couldn't help but sigh.

After that, he was not greedy and chose to cash out and leave. Although it seemed that the war would continue, Beiyuan had already earned the necessary start-up capital. As for whether he would live or die afterward, it was none of his business.

Then, Yao Yao also sent her congratulations: "Master, I've made so much money!"

Below is another screenshot. Beiyuan was also somewhat astonished when he saw it. It showed that she had several million more than him. This Yaoyao was a genuine rich woman.

Afterwards, Kitahara offered a word of encouragement and then continued to pay attention to current events.

He plans to choose one healthcare stock to invest in.

When the disaster strikes in the future, he can take advantage of the situation and, incidentally, Kitahara also begins to prepare to build a safe house.

Food, water, and supplies.

All of these need to be prepared in advance.

There are also very important doctors.

This is a capitalist country, so getting these things isn't difficult; all you need is money. But it's always better to spend less.

After we've planned out the future...

Coming to her senses, Miyoko Nakamaki was staring intently at his account, her eyes glued to the string of numbers.

"+200012014 Japanese yen."

This is a terrifying number.

Miyoko Nakamura couldn't even imagine it; she was already swallowing hard.

She counted the decimal points, trembling, and when she realized it had exceeded one billion, her face was filled with shock. "You brat, did you rob a bank?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Can't you understand the words on it? This is an investment for me," Kitahara said irritably.

The next second, the strong woman pounced on him, pressing her firm member against him in an attempt to seduce him:

"Boss, do you need someone to warm your bed? I can do anything!"

I love you the most!

"Get out of my way." Kitahara pushed her away. "You didn't want to give me a job just now, but now you're offering yourself up. Your sincerity is lacking. I don't want you."

"The situation is different again."

Miyoko Nakamura muttered under her breath, "Who knew you could make so much money? If you had told me sooner, I would have been willing to become an amateur actress."

"Then, do I really want you to make one?" Kitahara asked with a half-smile.

Miyoko Nakamaki opened her mouth but didn't say anything, her sly eyes always fixed on Kitahara.

I've watched it many times.

He looks more and more handsome today.
It has nothing to do with him making too much money!
I chatted with Miyoko Nakamaki in the office for a while, and when it was almost time, I promptly left her there, leaving her to watch me leave with a pitiful, longing look in her eyes.

The car is driving on the highway.

Kitahara received a message from Sayuri; she sent her location, which was a newly opened restaurant near the teachers' apartment.

The weather was nice; the setting sun sank along the horizon, its warm, golden light falling into my eyes.

When we arrived in Kitahara, the sun had already completely set, and the streets were lit up with neon lights.

'Jingle Bell'

Pushing open the door of the hot pot restaurant, the blast of cold air made Bei Yuan shiver. He looked around and quickly spotted two beautiful figures in the crowd.

Sayuri and Asuka were already waiting in their seats, wearing matching jeans and white shirts, their beautiful figures accentuating their alluring curves.

They sat together, their large breasts looking particularly alluring, pressing against their shirts and leaving heavy marks.

Kitahara was a little worried about their clothes.

(End of this chapter)