Poor magical girls, work for me!

The moment the suitcase was opened, the surrounding air fell silent.

There was a full 1900 million yen lying in that box.

The visual impact was so strong that the two greeters immediately shut their mouths, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

No, what man would bring a suitcase full of money to a host club? He'd just throw out his trump card.

The two greeters couldn't understand the world of the wealthy.

"I heard that here, you can order anything as long as you have money?"

Ryosuke Miyagi tapped the edge of the box lightly with his long, slender fingers, his eyes fixed on them.

"Now, may I go in?"

Money talks. In this bubble era, money truly allows you to do whatever you want!

When someone arrives at the host club with a whole box of money, all the rules become meaningless, and all the bottom lines disappear.

"Yes! Of course! Please come in!!"

The greeter's attitude instantly changed 180 degrees, bending over so low he almost touched the ground, shouting into the walkie-talkie as he led the way.

"Manager! Manager! A big guest has arrived!! It's a gentleman!!"

……

Kandagawa Club, a den of iniquity located underground in Shinjuku, is filled with the cloying scent of expensive perfumes mixed with alcohol and hormones.

The enormous crystal chandelier refracted a dazzling halo of light, the color of "desire."

The VIP box on the second floor is a throne overlooking the entire hunting ground.

At this moment, Yoshio Inoue was slumped on the sofa that was supposedly made of Italian calfskin, his tie was loose, and his face, which had been wearing a hypocritical bureaucratic mask during the day, was now purplish-red from alcohol.

His face was covered in a perverted smile.

"Fujii-kun...only here...only you understand me..."

Yoshio Inoue's fat, greasy hands were greedily roaming around the waist of the man beside him, his eyes glazed and lewd.

The woman he was holding in his arms was none other than Fujii Fumihiko, the top courtesan of Kandagawa.

As the top star of the entire Kandagawa Club, Fumihiko Fujii certainly has reason to be proud.

Her skin was as white as porcelain, and a beauty mark at the corner of her eye added a touch of allure.

Even in the eyes of beautiful women, he is a top-tier handsome man.

How many rich and beautiful women has he won over with that face?

But to remain the top star at Kandagawa Club, one face alone is not enough.

With his masterful business skills, even when faced with a customer as repulsive as Yoshio Inoue, he still managed to flash a sweet smile as if he were facing his first love.

She even thoughtfully peeled a grape and fed it to Inoue while whispering softly:

"Mr. Inoue, you always work so hard. Only with me can you let down your guard~"

To cater to the disgusting customer's demands, even their tone of voice became somewhat obsequious.

"Hmph, I had a really tough day... running into that unlucky brat..."

Inoue Yoshio chewed the grapes fiercely, as if he were chewing up Momose Sena's bones.

"But it doesn't matter, that...that one deal will make me 300 million yen! Tonight...tonight I'm going to spend all 300 million yen on you! I'm going to make you the king tonight!"

"Really? Mr. Inoue, you're so naughty~ I like you so much~"

Fujii Fumihiko's eyes lit up, and he pressed his body even closer.

These are all undeniable achievements!

"Tell me, what kind of champagne tower can I order for 300 million? I'll order one for you. Whatever you want, I'll give you. I might even add a little more... as long as you make me feel satisfied."

"Ten tiers... how about ten tiers? It's been a long time since anyone ordered you a ten-tier champagne tower, hasn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Fujii Fumihiko's face broke into an even more fawning smile.

"At Kandagawa Club, where else can you find a guest with such influence? I haven't seen a ten-tiered champagne tower in ages."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the manager pushed open the door to the room.

The manager's gaze fell on Fujii Fumihiko, and he gave him a wink.

"Let's talk here, there are no outsiders here. Yoshio Inoue, you need to order me a ten-tiered champagne tower."

"Downstairs, a customer ordered a twelve-tiered champagne tower and specifically asked you to come down."

and many more!

Fujii Fumihiko paused for a second.

"How many tiers of champagne tower are you referring to?"

"Ten...twelfth floor"

"Twelve floors?"

The twelve-tiered champagne tower costs close to 10 million yen.

At Kandagawa Club, or any brothel, the waiters don't just serve ordinary customers. If two customers are vying for the same waiter, the one who pays the most gets it.

Clearly... the 12-tier champagne tower forced Fumihiko Fujii to stand up.

"Sorry... Yoshio, I might need to go down there..."

In his dazed state, Yoshio Inoue didn't hear what the manager said, nor did he notice the two men's reactions.

I thought he just needed to leave for a short rest and to use the restroom.

He casually waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, come back soon, I'll have a drink by myself."

----split line----

Ten minutes ago!

After passing through the magnificent corridor, Ryosuke Miyagi was respectfully ushered into the most luxurious booth.

This place was originally a paradise for wealthy women, surrounded by bejeweled ladies and several handsome young male escorts.

Ryosuke Miyagi's appearance instantly drew everyone's attention.

A man with such a handsome appearance and such a cold demeanor came to the host club alone, and in front of him were two boxes full of Fukuzawa Yukichi (ten thousand yen bills).

This scene is too bizarre, and too...heart-pounding.

Many wealthy women have even started flirting with him, leaving the male escorts around.

"Sir, I'm the manager here. How can I help you?"

A middle-aged man with a big smile rubbed his hands together and ran over, his eyes shining as he looked at the cash box on the table.

Ryosuke Miyagi leaned back on the leather sofa, his legs crossed, his posture as languid as an emperor.

He casually pulled a wad of banknotes from the box, about a million dollars, and threw it on the table.

"I remember you have a special top performer here, he's pretty good, that's why I came here."

"Guest, what's his name? I'll go and call him."

"Fujii Fumihiko."

Upon hearing the name, the manager paused for a moment, then looked troubled.

"Well... Fujii-kun is already booked for tonight and is currently entertaining guests!"

"Isn't the club's rule that the highest bidder wins? Why is there such a thing as a reservation? And is being with a client a reason to refuse me?"

Ryosuke Miyagi placed his hand on the black briefcase and pushed it forward.

"A twelve-tiered champagne tower, can you call Fumihiko Fujii down for me?"

pat!

The black suitcase was opened, and inside lay a whole case of Fukuzawa Yukichi (ten thousand yen in cash).

The manager immediately bent over at a 90-degree angle.

"No problem, no problem, sir, I'll go and call Wen Yanjun down right away."

"You'd better hurry. Oh, by the way, this is compensation for that customer. Order him the worst drink possible."

Ryosuke Miyagi grabbed a handful of banknotes from the box, pulled out a Fukuzawa Yukichi note (a 10,000 yen note), and handed it to the manager.

"Why do you think it's not enough?"

He tossed the bundle of Fukuzawa Yukichi (a 10,000 yen note) he was carrying directly to the manager.

"This is your tip. Do as I say, and be quick. Can you do it?"

Upon seeing the stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi (a 10,000 yen bill), the manager immediately grabbed it and then picked up a single Fukuzawa Yukichi.

"No problem, sir, I guarantee it will be done perfectly!"

[A true tycoon! Even the top tycoons are no match for you. Your methods have perfectly manipulated the professional manager! You've successfully bent his back at a 90-degree angle.]

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