Poor magical girls, work for me!

Yoshio Inoue's eyes widened!

He shouted at the manager who hadn't even turned around yet.

"14 layers! Add Fumihiko Fujii's champagne tower to 14 layers."

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

14 floors! This is already a record for Kandagawa Club!

So tall!

The 14-tiered champagne tower now holds 661 glasses.

The amount of champagne on the 12-tiered tier has almost doubled, and the price is as high as 18 million yen.

1800 yen!

The club erupted in even more frenzied screams!

Yoshio Inoue was panting heavily, his collar drenched in sweat.

He's sobered up to about 70%!

He stared intently at Ryosuke Miyagi, his eyes filled with the madness and ferocity of a gambler who had staked everything.

18 million yen, that's a whole 18 million yen! How long did it take him to save up that much money!

This time, he was going all out.

Seeing that Miyagi Ryosuke was unresponsive, Inoue Yoshio revealed a sinister smile.

You can't afford it, can you?!

At this moment, Fumihiko Fujii stood up.

He looked at the two of them with some embarrassment, but his body betrayed him by taking a small step toward Inoue Yoshio.

He could only bow slightly to Ryosuke Miyagi and say sorry.

Seeing Fujii turn around, Yoshio Inoue breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just like you said, the rule here is to see who has more money, and obviously, I have more, don't I? It belongs to me!!"

Inoue Yoshio's last words were almost shouted through gritted teeth.

The veins on his temples were bulging; he had poured all his assets into fighting for a mere pride!

Ryosuke Miyagi smiled.

No? Is 1800 million a lot?

It felt like I'd lost half my life.

Ryosuke Miyagi stood up.

Grab the suitcases and forcefully flip both suitcases upside down onto the table!

Splash! ...

Like a flood bursting its banks, countless neatly bundled Fukuzawa Yukichi (10,000 yen bills) poured out, instantly submerging the entire tabletop. Because they couldn't be piled up, bundles of Fukuzawa Yukichi rolled onto the floor like a waterfall.

It was a suffocating form of visual violence.

Two boxes, a total of 3800 million yen in cash!

The unique smell of ink mixed with paper instantly overwhelmed the aroma of champagne and the sweetness of cosmetics.

"Section Chief Inoue, your vision is too narrow."

Ryosuke Miyagi glanced slightly at the manager beside him.

"manager."

"Yes, sir!" The manager was practically bent over.

"And don't even mention 15 floors, that's too petty."

Ryosuke Miyagi casually grabbed a handful of banknotes, as if they were scraps of paper, and gently tossed them into the air.

Amidst the rain of ten thousand yen bills falling from the sky, he looked at Inoue Yoshio, whose face had turned deathly pale, and said, word by word:

"Please pass on the message and make sure to stack the champagne tower for Fumihiko Fujii up to 16 stories high."

and many more…

How many…

The moment the number 16 appeared, the atmosphere of the entire nightclub froze.

16 floors!!

Fujii Fumihiko looked at Miyagi Ryosuke in disbelief.

A 16-tier champagne tower—I'd do anything for him!

The entire Kandagawa Club seemed to have been muted.

Even the music on the DJ booth stopped abruptly.

Everyone gaped, wondering if they had misheard.

"How much...?" someone asked instinctively.

"16th floor..." The manager felt like his heart was about to explode. He picked up the calculator with trembling hands, his fingers moving so fast they were practically smoking.

"A 16-tier champagne tower... 1002 glasses... plus top-quality 'Golden Age' champagne..."

The manager abruptly raised his head, and with all his might, let out a heart-wrenching roar into the microphone:

"The total price is 2700 million yen!!!!"

boom!!!!

This number was like a nuclear bomb, completely detonating within the club!

This has exceeded the club's record!

A champagne tower made of more than 1000 glasses of champagne.

...

How spectacular would that be?

The other male escorts initially thought it was somewhat amusing that the two men were vying for the top spot.

But looking back now, they realize the clown was actually them…

To date, no wealthy woman has been willing to order a 16-tier champagne tower for them.

They wished they could take Fujii Fumihiko's place and be fought over by the two men.

"2700 million?! That's the price of two apartments!"

"I want a customer like that too!!"

The entire store erupted in cheers!

Fujii Fumihiko stood there, completely dumbfounded.

16 layers... 1002 cups... 2700 million...

These numbers swirled wildly in his mind, eventually coalescing into the cold, stern face of Ryosuke Miyagi.

He broke all previous records in the profession.

This is hardly a guest.

This is simply divine!

"2...2700 million..."

Looking at the table full of Fukuzawa Yukichi, Inoue Yoshio felt as if his spine had been removed, and he collapsed to the ground.

The feeling of being fought over so openly instantly drained all his dignity.

The manager silently turned around and looked at Yoshio Inoue, who was slumped on the ground.

Guest, do you still need to set up your champagne tower?

The 16-tier champagne tower has already made the entire club a fortune. Now, in order to retain guests, before the champagne tower is even fully built, perhaps we could consider saving them a little money.

But these words stung Yoshio Inoue.

He didn't understand the manager's good intentions.

"How is this possible... How can there be such a person..."

Looking down at the shocking "mountain of money," Yoshio Inoue felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

His head was covered in green.

"You just made the gesture of piling up money, and this group of people started cheering for you. That's the world of capitalism. As long as you have money, you can do whatever you want, and you can even trample on other people's dignity."

Faced with absolute financial power, Yoshio Inoue was like a green recruit.

"Fujii-kun."

Ryosuke Miyagi's voice rang out again, this time with an unyielding authority.

"The 2700 million is right here, take it as you like."

He pointed to his leather shoes, which were slightly dusty.

Ryosuke Miyagi didn't say much, but his simple action was noticed by Fumihiko Fujii.

Without any hesitation.

Fujii Fumihiko suddenly turned around, and because he was moving too fast, he fell to the ground. But he didn't get up immediately; instead, he used his hands to support his body and crawled forward.

"Shine my shoes (French accent)."

"Mr. Miyagi!!"

With trembling hands, Fujii Fumihiko pulled the precious handkerchief Inoue Yoshio had given him from his pocket, and solemnly picked up Miyagi Ryosuke's shoes with his left hand. With his right hand, he began to frantically wipe the shoes with the precious handkerchief.

"Mr. Ryosuke Miyagi, it's my fault that these shoes are even slightly dirty!!"

"Hahaha! Great! That was fantastic!"

Ryosuke Miyagi laughed loudly, stepping on the banknotes scattered on the ground, picking up the wine glass handed to him by the manager, and looking at Yoshio Inoue, who looked like a stray dog.

Their eyes met.

Inoue Yoshio felt a chill run through his body, as if he were being stared at by an ancient behemoth, and even breathing became difficult.

"Inoue-kun, it seems your 'true love' is nothing special after all."

Ryosuke Miyagi raised his glass in a gesture of respect.

"The 16th floor is mine. Today, your lover, Fujii Fumihiko, belongs to me."

"If you don't have money, why come here to spend it? Are you looking for so-called love or just for entertainment? Inoue-kun, you look like a pathetic wretch right now. Do you need me to lend you Fujii Fumihiko for a few minutes so you two can have a proper chat?"