Reborn in Tokyo: From Heiress to Global Tycoon

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"So you really can drive?"

Standing next to a red Ferrari 348, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi watched as Satsuki, after getting into the driver's seat, skillfully adjusted the seat and steering wheel, and raised an eyebrow in surprise.

The salesperson just gave a brief introduction from the side.

Satsuki, however, had already found the locations of all the switches on her own.

She first adjusted the seat forward a little, then stretched out her foot to test the clutch distance. After that, she put one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear lever, and tried shifting the gear lever a couple of times without starting the engine.

His movements were so natural that he didn't seem like someone who had only recently gotten his driver's license.

"I can't tell."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi stood outside the car door, looking down at her.

"The young lady of Saionji, who usually 'lives off cash,' is surprisingly skilled at driving."

He paused for a moment.

"Where do you find the time to practice?"

"Hey, hey."

Satsuki looked up and glared at him, annoyed.

"What do you mean by living off cash?"

After she finished speaking, she turned the steering wheel with one hand again.

The steering wheel feedback is much more direct than that of the large luxury cars I own.

The shift lever's travel is also very comfortable.

Satsuki gripped the gear lever again and pushed it gently.

Not bad.

Although it hasn't actually been driven yet, the first impression of sitting inside is already much more interesting than those dark, bulky machines in the garage this morning.

She's even started imagining herself driving that car out on the weekend.

Pick a day with good weather.

You can drive all the way to Yokohama along the Metropolitan Expressway, or simply go on vacation to Hakone.

Thinking of this, Satsuki couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth slightly.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi, who was standing next to him, suddenly moved closer.

His gaze traveled down from the steering wheel and finally landed on Satsuki's leg, which was pressing the pedal.

"but……"

"Um?"

"Can your feet reach the pedals?"

"..."

Satsuki stopped gripping the barrier.

The Ferrari interior that I thought was quite nice just now doesn't look so good anymore.

She was silent for about two seconds.

Then he slowly turned his head.

He even had a smile on his face.

But that smile looked a bit dangerous no matter how you looked at it.

"Uncle Di".

"Um?"

"Shall we discuss the renovation budget for the Paradise Pavilion this winter?"

The slight smile that had been lingering on Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's lips instantly froze.

Satsuki, however, acted as if she hadn't seen anything at all, and continued speaking gently:

"I recently reviewed the plans over there."

"Winter facilities, guest room renovations, and the second phase of the entertainment area."

She counted on her fingers.

"They all seem to cost quite a bit of money."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi had already sensed something was wrong.

"However..."

Satsuki tilted her head slightly.

"I suddenly realized that this financing might not be so important after all."

"Uncle Tsutsumi's family is so wealthy and powerful, they probably don't need Saionji's small amount of money, right?"

"Cough cough..."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi coughed twice naturally.

The Paradise Pavilion needs to be renovated for winter, and it can't be done in a piecemeal way.

That thing truly "lives off cash," and its expenses are no joke.

Seibu and Saionji are now deeply intertwined in Hokkaido, with tourists, hotels, ski resorts, and even transportation arrangements all flowing between them. If the renovation is halted, the losses will extend far beyond Gokurakukan itself.

Moreover, he knows better than anyone the current state of Seibu's cash flow.

Would you tell Saionji "we don't need financing" at a time like this?

What a joke.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi quickly glanced around.

Fortunately.

Ayako and Reiko had already run to the other side to look at the car.

Shimada had retreated to a distance at some point, without anyone noticing.

As for the people of Cornes...

The nearest salesperson was still several meters away.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi lowered his head and suddenly showed great interest in the seats of the 348, touching the material of the seats and marveling at it.

"Weren't we out having fun today?"

He reached out and pressed the back of the seat twice, looking very serious.

"Let's not talk about official business."

"Um."

"We won't discuss this today."

Satsuki sat in the car, her smile growing more and more beautiful.

"well?"

"Are you sure we don't need to discuss this further?"

"actually……"

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked at her again.

"I just took a closer look."

Satsuki blinked.

"What?"

"Your body proportions are excellent."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi spoke with utmost seriousness.

"Her legs are actually very long."

"..."

Satsuki stared at him.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's face showed no sign of joking.

It was as if the person who suddenly changed his tune and praised an 18-year-old girl for her long legs wasn't him at all.

Satsuki's lips twitched.

That old guy...

They really have thick skin.

"Why--"

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi, however, did not intend to give her another chance to perform.

He raised his hand and waved to the salesman in the distance.

"What are you still standing there for?"

The salesperson immediately strode over.

"Mr. Tsutsumi".

"Come over and introduce yourself."

Tsutsumi Yoshiaki gestured towards the 348 that Satsuki was sitting in.

"How does Miss Saionji know whether this car is good or not?"

Although the salesperson felt that something was off about that statement, they immediately got to work.

"certainly."

"Ms. Saionji is currently riding in the 348 tb, this model uses—"

Satsuki glanced at Tsutsumi Yoshiaki from inside the car.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi casually turned his gaze away.

Fine.

They've even called in reinforcements.

Considering we'll continue our cooperation with Gokurakukan, we'll let him off the hook for now.

Satsuki pushed open the car door.

When she got off the bus, she deliberately moved to the side a little and gently bumped her shoulder against Yoshiaki Tsutsumi.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked down at her.

Satsuki acted as if nothing had happened and straightened her clothes again.

"Oh, right."

She looked at the salesperson.

Are all these display vehicles available for purchase?

"I want the kind where I can process the delivery immediately."

The salesperson, who was about to continue introducing the 348's performance, paused noticeably upon hearing this.

He quickly followed Satsuki's gaze and looked across the entire area.

"Yes, Ms. Saionji."

The salesperson stepped aside, put his five fingers together, and gestured towards the vehicles displayed on that side.

"The vehicles currently on display here are all in stock and ready for sale. Once the necessary procedures are completed, delivery can be arranged."

"Oh?"

Satsuki's eyes brightened slightly.

The salesperson then added:

"but……"

"The innermost car is not currently available for sale."

Satsuki looked in the direction he pointed.

A red Ferrari was placed alone at the very back.

The large tail fin immediately caught her eye.

Compared to the other sports cars around it, which were already quite eye-catching, that car still stood out.

Satsuki had noticed it before, but hadn't had a chance to go and see it yet.

Why?

The salesperson hesitated for a moment.

Then, he subconsciously looked at Yoshiaki Tsutsumi standing next to him.

"That F40..."

"It was reserved specifically for Mr. Tsutsumi."

Satsuki immediately turned her head and stared at the old man who always took the things she liked.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi frowned even before she did, appearing even more surprised than Satsuki.

"mine?"

The salesperson's professional smile froze slightly.

"Yes...yes."

"When did I ask for it?"

"this……"

Sales figures are starting to sweat.

"It wasn't Mr. Tsutsumi who made the reservation."

He quickly explained.

"We thought you might be interested in this model after the allocation of this batch of vehicles was finalized, so we haven't opened it up to other customers yet."

Towards the end, his voice became noticeably more cautious.

This matter was actually quite simple.

In Japan, there are very few people who are truly qualified and have the financial means to buy this extremely rare car model.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi is also one of Cornes' most important long-term clients.

Let's reserve a chance for him first, and decide after he comes to see it in person. It's just to do him a favor.

To everyone's surprise, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi himself was completely unaware of this.

What I didn't expect was that today there would be an extra Satsuki Saionji.

"I'm very sorry if this has caused you any inconvenience."

The salesperson quickly lowered his head.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi glanced at him, but didn't seem angry.

"You've really thought things through for me."

"terribly sorry."

"Alright."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi waved his hand.

"I didn't say I was going to pursue this matter."

The salesperson finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When he looked up again, he found that Ms. Saionji, who had been standing there just moments before, was gone.

Then turn your head.

Satsuki had already arrived next to F40.

"Wow……"

She walked half a circle around the car.

I first looked at the front of the car, then ran to look at the rear.

Finally, he simply squatted down a bit and got closer to the side of the car to examine it.

The interest that was somewhat restrained in 348 just now was now completely written on his face.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi stood a few steps away and watched for a while.

Satsuki reached out and gently touched the car body, then looked inside through the glass.

"like?"

Suddenly, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi asked a question.

"Of course."

Gao Yue didn't even raise her head.

"So beautiful."

She looked inside again, adding as she did so:

"It's just that such a nice car ended up in the hands of an old man who knows nothing about cars."

"What a pity..."

"I'll give it to you."

Satsuki stopped speaking.

She peeked out from behind the car.

"……Um?"

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's expression didn't change much.

"Don't you like it?"

He glanced at the F40.

"I didn't ask them to keep this. I've never been interested in this kind of car."

Satsuki's smile quickly returned.

Of course she knew what Yoshiaki Tsutsumi meant.

It's just a car.

For people like them, how much money they are worth is the least important part.

Just now, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi's question about whether she could reach the pedals clearly made the old man realize that she was somewhat concerned about her height.

Right now, there's a car that she clearly likes, but the other person doesn't seem to care at all, sitting right here.

Give it to her.

Let's put that little unpleasantness behind us.

It can also take the personal relationship between the two parties a little further.

No matter how you look at it, it's a very cheap favor.

Satsuki was fully aware of this.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi naturally knew that she could understand it.

So neither of them said these things out loud.

"well?"

Satsuki returned with a smile.

"Are you really giving it to me?"

"Otherwise what?"

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi glanced at her.

"Seibu isn't so poor that it can't even afford to give away a car."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment.

"besides."

"Um?"

"Pretend I didn't say that."

Satsuki's expression immediately became subtle.

Actually, she wasn't quite sure why she was so sensitive about her height; she just felt uncomfortable when others said it.

She gave a soft hum.

However, he quickly moved a little closer to Yoshiaki Tsutsumi with a grin.

"Thank you, Uncle Di."

"Um."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi casually responded.

Satsuki, however, was already in a good mood and turned to sales.

"Then I'll take this car."

The salesperson immediately nodded.

"Yes, Ms. Saionji."

"Oh, right."

Satsuki seemed to suddenly remember something and pointed at Tsutsumi Yoshiaki again.

"Remember to follow Seibu's lead."

"This is Uncle Ti's kind intention."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi couldn't help but chuckle.

"Little girl."

"She really got the better deal out of me."

"You said yourself that it was a gift for me."

Satsuki wasn't embarrassed at all.

"You never expect the recipient to pay for a gift."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi was too lazy to argue with her.

The salesperson was standing nearby, preparing to write down the settlement details for this F40, when he noticed that Satsuki's gaze had already fallen back on the row of sports cars next to her.

"Then--"