Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 169 Nothing is more important than the growth of a pushover.
Having made up their minds, they followed Yoshimura Hanako to the clothing store upstairs. The store owner, seeing the group of well-dressed people, quickly greeted them with a smile.

"Welcome! The styles and quality of our clothes are quite good."

After exchanging a few polite words with the boss, Uta Kassapa told him the purpose of his visit.

Upon hearing this, the shop owner looked troubled and explained that his shop was doing quite well and that he had invested a lot of money in it. This was met with an annoyed interruption from Fu Jiang.

"Just tell me how much it costs."

"One hundred and fifty million!"

Yoshimura Hanako immediately frowned and objected to the boss's offer.

"This is not a prime location in the city center, so your price is very unreasonable."

"Well, even though that's the case, my house is quite big and my business is pretty good, so it's not excessive."

The shop owner knew, of course, that her price was unreasonable, but since she had no intention of making a purchase, she naturally asked for an exorbitant amount.

If you can kill them, then kill them; if you can't, then forget about it.

Regarding the price, Fujang turned and looked at the boss with a quiet gaze.

"One hundred million yen, will you sell?"

"Oh dear, sir, this price is definitely..."

"Eighty million, take the money and go."

Hearing Fukue's quote, Yoshimura Hanako felt a pang of embarrassment. How could this boss possibly offer such a price?
"Ok."

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Looking at her boss, whose gaze had first been blank and then became submissive, Yoshimura Hanako glanced at Fukue in surprise.

Amidst her bewildered expression, Fukie contacted the Inoue family to have someone come and handle the relevant procedures.

However, when it came time to pay the bill, Jia Yezi suddenly called out to Inoue Nosuke's secretary, who was about to pay directly.

"Um, use, use my card."

The secretary glanced at Jia Yezi with some confusion, then looked questioningly at Fu Jiang and Utakayo.

"grown ups..?"

Fu Jiang looked at Jia Yezi, who was bowing her head and handing over her bank card, with some surprise.

This is the first time the girl who has been wronged has mustered the courage to make her own decision, and she needs to be given positive support.

Let alone settling the bill, if Jia Yezi suddenly said right now that she didn't like the boss and wanted to find a place to beat him up or kill him on the spot.

Fu Jiang would immediately take control of her and then handle her in the way Jia Yezi liked.

Is it immoral and illegal?

That's nonsense. Morality and breaking the law are not as important as the growth of a pushover.

Fujang patted Jia Yezi's bottom and then looked at his secretary.

"Listen to her, she's in charge."

"Ok."

The secretary saw clearly who the most important protagonist was in this matter, so even though Jia Yezi acted hesitantly and awkwardly, she tried her best to guide Jia Yezi to get involved.

After all the formalities were completed, watching the boss disappear in a hurry, Yoshimura Hanako asked in confusion.

"What did you do to her?"

Don't worry about these little tricks.

After speaking, Fukie looked at Inoue Nosuke's secretary standing to the side.

"Arrange for staff to convert the left side into a VIP book area, connecting it to the downstairs area, and set up a beverage area on the right side, including a bar and other amenities. You can handle the specifics yourself."

With her arms crossed, Fujang walked to the window and glanced at the street below.

"Jia Yezi" (佳椰).

"I'm here."

He jogged to the edge of the Fu River and looked down, somewhat bewildered, following her gaze.

"Is your location designed here, alright?"

Jia Yezi blinked, glanced at the corner at the end of the floor, hesitated for a long time, and then spoke softly.

"I...I want to sit inside."

Fu Jiang smiled with delight upon hearing this.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Throughout the entire process, Uta Kasaya and Yoshimura Hanako stood by without interrupting.

"Fujiang has changed a lot." "Yes."

"Given her personality, I thought she would find an opportunity to kick Jia Yezi out of the house, or suppress her to the point where she has no room to live."

Uta Kasyapa felt somewhat ashamed.

"Aren't you thinking too badly of Fujiang?"

"How many things did she cause when you were a kid? How many people have you fought with because of her?"

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Uta Kassapa's silence brought a smile to Yoshimura Hanako's lips.

"However, I also understand why Fukie changed like this."

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Yoshimura Hanako did not answer, but looked at Fukie, who was like an older sister leading Jia Yezi along the way, explaining the plan.

If a man were willing to risk his life and endure that kind of torment for me, I could tolerate many things for him.

Feelings are always a two-way street.

Fortunately, none of the three are the kind of stubborn, unyielding people who can't be warmed up, so things are fine as they are now.

After handling the bookstore's arrangements, the renovation team officially began their work in the afternoon.

"How do we recruit people?"

"Just let the Inoue family arrange it. Pay them a higher salary, but they have to be obedient and able to handle problems."

In the coffee shop across from the bookstore, Inoue Nosuke's secretary, who was sitting with Yoshimura Hanako on one side, quickly spoke up.

"Please rest assured, Lord Fujiang, the personnel prepared for Miss Jiayezi will be thoroughly investigated by us to ensure their character and abilities are satisfactory before being dispatched."

Fu Jiang nodded. She wasn't worried about that; the Inoue family had no problem with personnel management.

As the group chatted amongst themselves, Jia Yezi, sipping her straw, looked at the bookstore across the street. This girl, who used to only dream of filling her stomach and having new clothes, seemed to be in a daze.

She had also fantasized that one day in the future she would have her own small, old house, and a wardrobe that could only hold a few sets of old clothes.

But I never imagined that this day would come so quickly, and that it would appear in my life in a happier and more fulfilling way.

Moreover, these were not things I asked for; they came to me suddenly, forcefully and rudely shoved into my hands.

She was already very satisfied, extremely satisfied.

No more hunger, no more wearing hand-picked clothes, no more carefully hiding in a corner.

No longer do I have to worry about people avoiding me like the plague because of my presence, and no longer do I have to carry tongs and recycling bags across half the city just to buy myself a few near-expiry bento boxes.

There's no need to check today's weather to determine which place is more suitable for sleeping.

I never imagined that the days when I was sitting in an elegantly decorated shop, enjoying my leisure time like a normal person in my dreams, would arrive so abruptly.

It came so suddenly that sometimes when I was lying in bed, I felt a happiness that seemed unreal.

And now, she is being cared for even more, and has been given a future opportunity to own her own shop.

"Good coconut, good coconut?"

"Huh?! I'm here!"

Jia Yezi, regaining her senses, looked at Fu Jiang, who was impatiently pushing the exquisite cake in front of her.

"Just this one, that's all."

"oh oh."

"Does your family need more food?"

Yoshimura Hanako's吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical remarks) drew the ire of Fukue, who looked up and pinched Uta Kasaya's cheek.

"Do you want to see what she looks like now? Don't you know what she looked like when she worked at your store?"

"Jia Yezi has indeed gained some weight, but I think it's alright. She's already tall and not fat, at most she's just plump."

“I know, that’s why we need to control her diet. If she gets any fatter, do you want to sit on her and kill Kasyapa?”

Jia Yezi, who had already experienced many things in life, suddenly blushed and muttered softly.

"No way. Kasyapa, you really like me sitting here."

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"Ow!"

Uta Kassapa grimaced and clutched his kidney, too afraid to speak.

(End of this chapter)