"I'm in Tokyo, and this is some kind of movie star comeback system?!"

The curtains in the room were already drawn, completely blocking out the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Sawaguchi and Sakamoto lay on the bed in the inner room.

Their clothes were scattered haphazardly outside.

Sakamoto Yu leaned against the headboard and casually pulled the blanket over himself.

His gaze swept indifferently over Yasuko Sawaguchi, who was lying on the bed.

Her eyes were still red at the corners, her breathing gradually became calm, and her long hair was haphazardly draped over her smooth back.

Sawaguchi was clearly still not fully recovered from the "rehearsal" he had just done.

She lay limply against the blankets, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, staring blankly at Sakamoto Yu.

After a moment of disorientation, a very soft murmur escaped her throat, carrying a lingering resonance:

"My lord..."

Sakamoto Yu's gaze fell on those reddened lips, his tone revealing helplessness.

"The play is over, why are you still yelling?"

The room fell silent instantly, with only the sound of their alternating, gradually calming breaths remaining.

The air was filled with the scent of lily of the valley and each other's fragrance.

As Zeguchi looked at him, his gaze gradually cleared, and the moisture in his eyes slowly faded away.

The confusion and tenderness dissipated.

She deliberately maintained her composure.

She slowly propped herself up, instinctively clutching the blanket with one hand to half-cover herself in it, while gently raising her other hand to gather her loose, wavy hair behind her shoulder with slow, deliberate movements.

She stared intently at him, but didn't say a word.

The tender, affectionate look in her eyes that she had just given was gone.

Just like when he suddenly detached himself from the character after filming with Sakamoto Yu.

Only when Sakamoto Yu felt uncomfortable did she slowly speak:

"Let's pretend today's events never happened."

Her voice was soft and steady, revealing little emotion.

Sakamoto Yu nodded in agreement.

Yasuko Sawaguchi wanted to put on her clothes, but found that they were all outside.

He looked somewhat embarrassed.

Sakamoto Yu raised his hand to indicate that he would take it himself, seemingly unconcerned.

She stood up gracefully, her shoulder line clean and sharp, and her bare feet made almost no sound on the carpet.

When Sawaguchi stood up in Sakamoto Valley, his pupils contracted, and he quickly turned his head away, his cheeks burning.

He went to the outer room, bent down, and picked up her clothes.

When I turned around again, my gaze fell on Sawaguchi through the crack in the door.

The blanket partially covered her face, and stray hairs clung to her cheeks, revealing a section of her reddened collarbone.

The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to thicken again.

Sakamoto Yu took the clothes and walked back, but didn't immediately hand them to her.

Sawaguchi waited for a while, and saw that he didn't seem to be going to give it to him.

Suddenly, she jumped up from the bed and knelt down on it.

The blanket slid down due to gravity.

She pursed her lips, forcing herself to remain calm as she glared at him.

Sakamoto loosened his grip, and the clothes fell to the ground, but Sawaguchi was nowhere to be seen reaching for them.

"One more time?" Sakamoto leaned slightly closer.

He looked down, but there was no hint of arrogance in Zekou's eyes.

Her eyes had become wet without her noticing.

Both of them had developed a taste for it and were young.

One is extroverted, the other introverted.

Sakamoto Yu gazed at her kneeling figure, his throat tightening slightly.

From this angle, the view is unobstructed.

Before she could speak, he stepped forward, grabbed the back of her neck, and kissed her without a word.

When their lips touched, Zekou froze, his hand gripping the blanket tightly.

My breathing instantly became erratic.

She could only passively endure this man's sudden domineering behavior.

The next second, he exerted a little force, and the two of them fell onto the soft bed together, the blankets covering each other in a mess.

Outside the window, the night was still and quiet; inside, only increasingly disordered breathing remained.

Once something starts, it can never be done by pretending it never happened.

...

When he woke up again, there was no one by his bedside; Sawaguchi had quietly left.

He turned over and greedily sniffed the lingering scent on the bedding.

Half a minute later, he slowly spoke:

"This is really inexplicable."

He never imagined that the first female celebrity he would ever be associated with in this world would be her.

"It's time to go."

He got up, dressed, and as soon as he stepped out of the inner room, he saw a note placed in the most conspicuous spot.

I walked over, picked it up, and saw that the handwriting was familiar; it was left by Yasuko Sawaguchi.

There was only a string of numbers on it, which was the pager's code.

Unlike the ones she gave before, this is a different set.

As for its meaning, it's probably used for private "rehearsals".

"He says one thing but does another." Sakamoto Yu shook his head.

After leaving the club, Sakamoto Yu hailed a taxi and returned to his apartment.

He went straight to the landline, dialed the number, and left a code for Sawaguchi to use as a contact.

About ten minutes later, the landline rang.

Sakamoto Yu picked up the receiver, but there was no response from the other end, only the sound of long, drawn-out breathing.

"There's something I'd like to ask you."

The other side remained silent.

Sakamoto Yu didn't seem to care and continued, "Do you know anyone in the real estate business?"

"Real estate?" Sawaguchi finally couldn't help but ask, his tone filled with doubt.

"Well, to be precise, I'm the head of the real estate sales department. I'm looking to make some investments, and I hope you can help me find some."

"Yes," Yasuko Sawaguchi replied.

"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up." She tried her best to sound serious.

Sakamoto Yu suddenly spoke up: "I'm home."

There was a moment of silence on the other end before a soft reply came: "I've arrived too."

"Um."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sakamoto Yu hung up the phone.

Sawaguchi held the microphone alone, listening to the busy tone coming from it, and didn't move for a moment.

After hanging up the phone, Sakamoto Yu took out a notebook and a pen and began to make serious plans.

In 87, Japan was deeply mired in the economic bubble. And he clearly wouldn't let this wave of enthusiasm pass him by.

Now that he understood the course of history, he naturally wanted to make good use of it. Real estate was his first step.

Like most people, he planned to take out loans to buy land and then sell it all by mid-1989.

Then, they used some of the funds to buy US Treasury bonds, borrowed more money using the Treasury bonds as collateral, and finally bet everything on put options, going all in!

As for the principal? Just borrow it.

In Japan during the 80s, borrowing was exceptionally easy, especially between 1986 and 1989 when the bubble economy expanded rapidly and the barriers to financing were extremely low.

He plans to take out a loan to get a down payment, buy the land, mortgage it immediately, then use the new loan to pay the down payment for the next property, and then mortgage it again.

This method sounds like science fiction, but it was a common practice at the time.

From a legal perspective, Japan at the time did not prohibit the re-mortgaging of land or high-ratio financing. As long as the valuation of the collateral supported the loan amount, banks were happy to lend.

At that time in Japan, land prices were soaring.

Everyone believes that land will always be valuable.

"Land myth" was the term used to describe that era.

Banks typically lend at a rate of 70% or even higher.

However, some organizations' assessments are highly inaccurate.

They dare to value a piece of land worth 1 million at 1.5 million, and if they put it up for 70%, that's 1.05 million.

Sakamoto Yu had considered finding such an institution, thinking that once the bubble economy burst, these institutions would be the first to collapse, and he might not even have to repay the loan.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

These types of institutions usually require joint liability clauses. The most ruthless is "unlimited joint liability"—while others' debts disappear upon bankruptcy, they can keep you paying, and even if the bank goes bankrupt, the debt will be transferred to other institutions for continued collection.

Sakamoto Yu shook his head, "Let's not take this risk."

The land was located in a newly emerging area of ​​the expanding metropolitan area.

For example, the Tokyo Bay reclamation area and Osaka Kitashinchi.

Land prices were low in 87, but by 89 they had increased by 150-200%.

The only bottom line is to complete all the selling and completely exit the market by mid-1989.

If you're too late, you'll be trapped.

Once the bubble economy bursts completely and the 90s begin, he will have a huge amount of cash at his disposal, ready to seize opportunities during the impending economic ice age.