Reborn in Tokyo: From Heiress to Global Tycoon

Chapter 502 Goal Achieved, Let's Get Down to Business

Satsuki turned around and pointed to the car closest to the entrance of the exhibition area.

"This one."

The salesperson followed suit and looked over.

"Yes, this 348 is currently—"

Satsuki's hand continued to move to the side.

Finally, they slid all the way to the end of the row of vehicles.

"Get to this vehicle."

"I want them all."

"Okay, this one—"

The sales pitch abruptly ended.

He stood there, not saying anything more for a full two seconds.

His professional smile remained impeccable.

But the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly, almost uncontrollably.

"Well……"

He cautiously confirmed:

"Ms. Saionji, do you mean...?"

"All the vehicles currently available for sale on this side?"

"yes."

She turned and looked at the row of cars again. The red, black, and yellow bodies were arranged in a row under the showroom lights, which was much more vibrant than all black.

Among them was the 348, which she felt quite good after sitting inside it.

I like them all.

"Besides, we don't actually own any sports cars."

"Since we're already here, let's buy them together."

The salesperson's smile was noticeably brighter than before—if this deal went through, he conservatively estimated he could earn over a million in commission.

But perhaps feeling that appearing too happy was unprofessional, he quickly tried to suppress his smile.

"OK."

"I will prepare the necessary procedures for you immediately."

He bowed deeply.

Please wait a moment.

After saying that, he turned and left, his steps noticeably faster than before.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi stood to the side, watching the salesman walk almost briskly towards the office, and then looked at the whole row of sports cars in front of him that had changed owners in just a few words.

"If I didn't know that you earned most of your family's money yourself..."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi shook his head.

"This is a classic example of wasteful spending."

Satsuki turned around.

"What's wrong?"

"Who buys a car like you?"

"Me?"

Satsuki naturally pointed to herself.

"..."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi was blocked for a moment.

Satsuki had already started laughing.

"You know that already."

She helplessly spread her hands.

"In an old-fashioned family like ours, what fun stuff is in the garage?"

"I made a special trip to take a look this morning."

She couldn't help but sigh when she thought of that row of cars that were almost all the same color.

"Century, President, Mercedes..."

"It's all black."

"After looking at them for a while, you can't tell which one is which."

"And my father's Porsche, which is from who knows how many years ago."

Satsuki chuckled as she said this.

"If I don't buy some things I like soon, our garage will soon become a parking lot for government vehicles."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi could imagine that scene.

The spending habits of the Saionji family, passed down through generations, are inherently different from those of ordinary nouveau riche.

When buying a car, priority should be given to status, comfort, hospitality, and safety.

In terms of "fun," there's really not much that Satsuki should see.

but……

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi suddenly thought of another question.

"You bought so many at once, will the family garage even have enough room?"

Satsuki's smile faltered for a moment.

"..."

She really hadn't thought about it.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi continued:

"If you save everything, you can definitely do it."

"You could fit any of those properties in Tokyo into any of the underground parking garages."

He gestured towards the car next to him.

"But you can't just leave the car you want to drive in the port area today, then in Setagaya tomorrow, and then have someone transfer it back to you sometime later, can you?"

Satsuki frowned.

This is indeed a bit troublesome.

She bought these cars just for her own enjoyment.

If someone suddenly wants to drive one of them, they'll have to ask Fujita where the car is first, and then send someone to get it back...

Just thinking about it makes me lose half my enthusiasm.

"Um……"

Satsuki touched her chin.

"That is indeed a problem."

She thought about it seriously for a few seconds.

Then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Then let's build another one near our home."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked at her.

"Should we build a special area for parking?"

"Um."

Satsuki found it increasingly reasonable the more she thought about it.

"Make it bigger."

"I won't have to worry about where to park my car if I buy another one in the future."

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something, and her smile became even brighter.

"and……"

"It just so happens that it can be included in today's goals."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi frowned.

"What's the goal?"

"It costs money."

Satsuki answered quite naturally.

Seeing that he still looked confused, she added:

"When my father kicked me out today, he said I wasn't allowed to come home until I'd spent a billion."

"..."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi remained silent for a few seconds.

"One billion?"

"Um."

"today?"

"Yes."

Satsuki nodded.

"I've been spending money since this morning."

She even sounded a little aggrieved.

"It's really hard to spend money."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked at her, unsure where to begin in commenting on the strange parenting style of the Saionji father and daughter.

Just then, the salesperson who had left earlier quickly returned.

He now had a stack of freshly organized documents in his hand.

"Miss Saionji".

"This is the preliminary bill for these vehicles."

"We can have someone go to your home to handle the subsequent registration, insurance, and specific delivery procedures."

Satsuki took it and glanced at it.

The numbers are at the bottom.

She counted them silently.

"One hundred and sixty million..."

There was even a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"It's cheaper than I expected."

The salesperson almost couldn't contain his smile again.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi was completely too lazy to comment.

Satsuki glanced at the numbers again and casually handed the document to Fujita.

"Fujita."

Fujita, who had been standing not far away, immediately stepped forward.

"exist."

"Approximately how much would it cost to build another collection garage near our house?"

Fujita Tsuyoshi clearly hadn't expected the topic to suddenly jump to this point.

However, he only pondered for a moment before remembering the situation nearby.

"There is indeed a house for sale near this residence recently."

"The land area is also sufficient."

He said he made a rough estimate.

"If we buy the land, demolish the existing buildings, and construct a dedicated garage that can store vehicles long-term..."

"Including security, fire protection, dehumidification and routine maintenance facilities, the overall budget will be about 600 to 700 million yen."

Satsuki's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Six or seven hundred million?"

"Yes."

Fujita nodded.

"The actual amount needs to be further confirmed by the real estate department and the construction company."

"It's okay."

Satsuki was satisfied.

"Let them talk."

She was just worried about how to spend the money she had left today, but now it's perfect.

The clothes, shoes, and jewelry I bought this morning, plus this batch of sports cars this afternoon, and finally a piece of land in Tokyo specifically for building a garage—I've almost reached my goal of 1 billion yen.

Father's mission is finally complete.

Satsuki turned to Tsutsumi Yoshiaki in a very good mood.

"Um."

She nodded solemnly.

That's it.

"Uncle Di".

"I can go home today."

"..."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi looked at her.

Then she looked at the row of sports cars she had just bought.

Finally, I thought about that piece of land in Tokyo that was about to be bought, just to find a place for these cars to live.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

"If you ask me..."

"You have the kind of cash flow that allows you to casually pull out a billion dollars to play around with."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi shook his head.

"This title of 'Japan's richest man' is more suitable for you."

"You flatter me."

Satsuki immediately waved her hand with a smile.

"I still wouldn't dare compare myself to Uncle Di."

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi is completely immune.

Whenever this girl says "You flatter me," what follows is rarely anything truly humble.

He simply didn't answer.

My gaze returned to the bill.

"so……"

"You've been fussing around for most of the day."

"In the end, the biggest expense was parking?"

Satsuki had already climbed back into the F40.

Upon hearing this, she leaned on the steering wheel and thought for a while.

like……

It really is.

I bought so many things this morning.

In the afternoon, I bought a whole row of sports cars.

In the end, all the money added up was still less than the price of a piece of land next to my house that I used for parking.

Satsuki couldn't help but laugh.

"More or less."

She reached out and moved the gear lever.

"But that's just how Tokyo is."

……

Satsuki played in the F40 for a while longer.

She only opened the car door with satisfaction after she had thoroughly examined the steering wheel, gear lever, and other objects she could touch.

"alright."

Satsuki stood up gracefully, bent down to straighten her coat which had been wrinkled in the car, and then tucked her slightly disheveled hair back behind her shoulder.

"Our pleasant shopping time has come to an end."

When she raised her head again, a smile that Tsutsumi Yoshiaki knew so well was back on her face.

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi knew it at a glance.

have to.

This little girl is already thinking about business again.

He also subconsciously suppressed his earlier expression of watching the spectacle.

Satsuki had already put her hands behind her back.

"Uncle Di happens to be here."

She said with a smile:

"Let's talk about something more serious that we'll both be interested in."

"Oh?"

Yoshiaki Tsutsumi indeed became interested.