Reborn in Tokyo: From Heiress to Global Tycoon

The staff led Yoshiaki Tsutsumi and his group slowly forward through the exhibition hall.

The Daqiao Auto Showroom did not receive any other customers this afternoon, and the sales staff who usually work in different areas were temporarily reassigned to this location.

The vehicles that passed by had been prepared in advance, with simple model descriptions placed next to the doors. Some models that needed to be highlighted even had their hoods open.

"As you can see, these cars are excellent choices in terms of both performance and safety."

The sales representative accompanying him walked slightly ahead of Yoshiaki Tsutsumi, stopping occasionally to give a presentation.

"The interior is also well-equipped, making it suitable for commuting within Tokyo or traveling to places like Hakone and Karuizawa."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi listened the whole way, nodding occasionally.

He didn't have any specific purchase goals today.

The people in Corners called a few days ago to say that a batch of new cars had recently arrived, and several models should meet his needs. Since he didn't have any other important plans for the afternoon, he decided to stop by and take a look.

For Yoshiaki Tsutsumi, a car is not something that requires careful consideration of its price.

What he really cares about is whether it's comfortable to sit in, whether it's easy to drive when he wants to, and whether this kind of car would seem too frivolous when it appears at Seibu's hotels, stadiums, or other venues.

After a few cars had passed, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi suddenly stopped.

He turned his head to look to his left.

It was a dark-colored four-door sedan, its body looking more substantial than the models next to it. The front face still maintained Bentley's consistent look, but the wheels and body posture clearly had a flavor that was not typical of traditional luxury sedans.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked at it for a few seconds, then pointed.

"Is this a Bentley Turbo R?"

"Ah, yes."

Sales immediately stopped.

"This is one of our most popular models right now."

As he spoke, he walked to the car and gestured to the side of the vehicle.

"One of the biggest differences between the Turbo R and traditional Bentley models is that the chassis has been specially reinforced. The suspension is also more geared towards driving performance, so despite its large size and weight, the handling is much more agile."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi walked half a circle around the front of the car.

This was clearly not the first time he had heard of the car.

While the salesperson continued introducing the powertrain and interior features, he had already reached out and lightly touched the roof, casually asking:

"I remember this car had excellent high-speed stability, right?"

Sales paused for a moment.

Looking at the car in front of him, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi added:

"With such a high weight, it should be much more stable than a regular sedan when driving fast."

"yes."

Just as the salesperson was about to answer, a young voice came from the side first.

"It's especially easy to drive on the highway, super stable."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi raised an eyebrow.

He was still looking at the car and didn't notice where the sound was coming from, assuming that another Cornes employee had followed him.

"really."

He took a step back and looked the car over again.

The voice then naturally continued.

"The suspension is a bit stiffer than a regular Rolls-Royce, so the car doesn't sway as much when cornering."

After a brief pause, the other party added:

"The Saionji family also owns one."

"Oh?"

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi suddenly became interested.

"So Saionji also bought it."

He nodded.

"Since they all bought it, it at least proves that the car is indeed not bad."

"uh-huh."

That voice sounded quite happy.

"It's very comfortable to sit in, and long-distance driving won't be too tiring."

"That's good."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi glanced at the back row again.

Some cars drive well, but sitting in the back is actually...

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

The person who was showing me the vehicle just now...

It's a man, right?

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi did not turn around immediately.

His brows furrowed slowly, and he went over the words he had just spoken in his mind again.

The voice of a young woman.

Do you know which car Saionji's family owns?

They also know how the car drives and how comfortable it is to ride in.

the most important is--

The more I think about it, the more familiar this voice seems.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's expression gradually became strange.

Standing to the side, Shimada had obviously noticed something long ago, but at this moment he was staring straight ahead at the Turbo R, as if he had suddenly developed an extremely strong interest in the tires.

The salesperson has also shut up.

Even the few people who were originally following behind looked somewhat unnatural.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi finally turned his head slowly.

A dark blue Rolls-Royce was parked not far away.

The driver's side window was already down.

Satsuki was sitting inside, her hands clasped together on the car door, her body almost completely leaning over, with only her upper body showing through the open car window.

She had no idea how long she had been standing there.

The moment their eyes met, Satsuki's smile widened even more.

Good afternoon, Uncle Di.

She raised one hand and waved happily at him.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi stood there and stared at her for a long while.

"Little girl?"

"uh-huh."

"..."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi glanced again at the car she was in, then looked around at his subordinates who had clearly noticed her long ago, but none of them had reminded them.

"...How did you get in?"

Upon hearing this, Satsuki finally sat up straight.

She pushed the car door open from the inside.

The girl, who had been peering out the car window as if watching a spectacle, settled down and quickly straightened her coat and hair, instantly reverting to her impeccable manners as Miss Saionji.

She walked towards us at a leisurely pace.

"Of course we walked in."

Those who were with Yoshiaki Tsutsumi finally found an opportunity to leave.

Shimada gestured to a few people nearby, and the Cornes salesperson tactfully stepped back a few paces. In a short while, the group that had been surrounding Yoshiaki Tsutsumi dispersed to the vicinity, leaving the two of them in the middle.

As Yoshiaki Tsutsumi watched them leave so decisively, a bad feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

really.

Satsuki's expression changed as soon as she walked up to him.

"well……"

She sighed softly.

"Uncle Di is a very fierce person."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's eyelid twitched.

Satsuki lowered her head, looking very aggrieved.

"People finally get to go out and have some fun today, thinking they might buy a few cars while they're at it, but they get stopped at the gate."

She looked up.

"They said the whole place has been booked out and I'm not allowed in."

"Tell me about it."

"I just want to buy a car, why is it so difficult?"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Tsutsumi Yoshiaki's head started to ache from listening, so he quickly raised his hand to interrupt her.

He suddenly regretted letting Shimada and the others leave so quickly earlier.

At least while those people were still standing there, this little girl would at least give him some face as the richest man in Japan.

How was I supposed to know you'd suddenly show up here today?

"Besides, aren't you already inside?"

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked around irritably.

"How many people in all of Tokyo would actually dare to turn you away?"

Satsuki was originally planning to continue performing.

Seeing his pained expression, I finally couldn't resist.

"puff--"

She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, but her shoulders still swayed slightly with laughter.

"Uncle Di".

"Um?"

"You don't look like the 'world's richest man' anymore."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's face immediately turned even uglier.

"It's all your fault."

He glared at Satsuki.

"Who does this kind of thing right after meeting someone?"

Satsuki laughed for a while before standing up straight again.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked at her, and was about to say a few more words, but his gaze lingered on Satsuki for a while longer without him realizing it.

Today's Satsuki is very different from usual.

There was no formal suit, nor any of those clothes obviously prepared for meetings or banquets; he was simply wearing a dark blue jacket, a white shirt, and jeans. His long hair was also simply styled, making him look more like an ordinary college student hanging out with classmates on the weekend.

Especially the face.

The news reports made it sound very serious.

He had heard about what happened that night from various sources over the past few months.

Explosions, car crashes, automatic weapons, foreign gunmen, and Satsuki being airlifted directly to Saionji Hospital.

But now that he's actually standing right in front of me, it's hard to find many traces of injury, at least from the outside.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked her up and down and gave a soft hum.

"Looks like he really isn't going to die."

"Is this the first thing you say to the wounded?"

In what way do you look like a wounded soldier?

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi asked a rhetorical question.

Satsuki opened her mouth.

She looked down at herself, then raised her hand and touched her right cheek.

"Here."

She actually moved a little closer to Yoshiaki Tsutsumi.

"There's a scar here."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi had no choice but to look in the direction she pointed.

There was indeed a very faint mark near his cheekbone, but he hadn't even noticed it if Satsuki hadn't pointed it out himself.

"Is this even considered a scar?"

"Of course it counts."

Satsuki nodded very seriously.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked at it for two seconds.

"If you had told me two days later, I probably wouldn't have been able to find it."

"..."

Satsuki pouted and stood up straight again.

"You have absolutely no compassion, you heartless capitalist."

"If I didn't have compassion, I should have gone to talk to someone on June 28th about how to get the station's operating rights back."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi casually replied.

Satsuki paused for a moment.

Then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Of course she knew what those words meant.

The two of them were quiet for a while.

The relaxed feeling from the joke was still there, but Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's expression gradually became more subdued.

"but……"

He glanced around and lowered his voice.

"I had someone check it out later."

Satsuki raised her head.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked at her.

"The US side is definitely not clean about what happened to you this time."

Satsuki's smile faded.

"uh-huh."

The two of them naturally continued walking forward along the exhibition hall.

"I don't have much information. Someone found people in the United States and used things that shouldn't have ended up in Japan."

He paused here.

"If we go any further in, it will be very difficult for my men to reach us."

"That's already a lot."

Satsuki wasn't surprised.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi was not in the intelligence business after all.

The fact that he was able to find someone to touch these things himself is enough to show that he had indeed done a serious investigation.

"I'm investigating a bit deeper."

She walked with her hands behind her back, glancing at the passing vehicles.

"It mainly involves those within the U.S. national security system who are relatively hardline towards Japan, as well as some traditional military contractors. Further out, some nationalist forces have also gotten involved."

"The relationships are a mess."

Satsuki thought about it for a moment.

"It's too early to say for sure which company was behind everything from start to finish."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi remained silent for a while.

"So what are you going to do?"