Chapter 483 If You Want to Use Money to Attack Me, Please Make It More Brutal

"Take it!"

A banknote suddenly unfolded, making a beautiful sound unique to money, and the beautiful face of Higuchi Ichiha was clearly visible on it.

Before Hojo Kyosuke, who was confused, figured out what was going on, he saw the man opposite him stuff the 5,000-yuan banknote into his hand without breaking up.

Hmm? Ah?

He subconsciously clenched his fist, and the touch of the banknote was so beautiful, as if he was really shaking hands with Higuchi Ichiha, the pearl of modern Japanese literary history.

Nishimiya Glass, who was following behind Hojo Kyosuke, was also at a loss, but she immediately thought of a possibility, and quickly turned her head to look around, looking for possible cameras. The girl thought she had encountered some kind of prank show, after all, this was Shinjuku, and people with four or five cameras on their faces could be seen everywhere, whether it was personal video hosts or variety shows. And she, Nitsu, was not modest enough to say that she had already had the opportunity to appear on camera when she was still an amateur, ahem, although it was just a small show in Shuimen City that not many people watched.

Hojo Kyosuke didn't do that. If there was a camera filming, his keen five senses would have discovered it long ago.

"Excuse me..." he asked in confusion.

"How can one crepe be enough! Go buy five more!"

Furomatsu also said viciously.

"Ah?" Glass blinked to express doubt.

"Really, young people nowadays are getting worse and worse."

Furomatsu also shook his head:

"Listen, kid, since you have decided to be with a girl, you must do your best to make her happy! If you don't have money, go to work. If you don't have a house, go to work. If you can't even work, what's the point of dating!"

"..."

If the uncle opposite didn't have a smell of alcohol when he spoke, Hojo Kyosuke would have thought he met a drunk. Even those "Showa men" don't like to preach as much as the man in front of him.

Well, he is talking about Mr. Yagi from his hometown.

"You can't be called a man if you have to share a crepe with two people! Go to work quickly!"

After leaving the last sentence, Feng Feng Lu Song missed his steps and walked back while cursing, still muttering "I can't stand it" and "Neon is going to be finished".

Ah, the mood instantly improved a lot.

The heart of the 30-year-old man that had just been cut into pieces was instantly glued together.

Hmph, look at it, young people, love in high school is so fragile, where is the purity and beauty, crepes can only be happy if you eat them alone!

Fulu Song, who was in a good mood, suddenly felt that his disgust for crepes disappeared. Anyway, the budget for going to the izakaya tonight was gone, so he simply didn't drink and ate crepes instead.

Yes, that Higuchi Ichiyo was the amount he could spend tonight.

He couldn't explain why he did what he did just now. Did he want to let the enviable couple see the cruelty of reality? Or did he want to take the opportunity to avenge the "crepe" in high school?

How bold...

Furyomatsu felt his heart pounding wildly. Although the boy looked young, he was really tall. When he got closer, he could see the chest muscles that stretched his white shirt into a square. This also made him walk faster. First, he wanted to leave quickly after doing such a shameful thing, and second, he was afraid of being beaten.

Hojo Kyosuke, who was inexplicably scolded, stood there, lowered his head and looked at the Higuchi Ichiha in his hand, thinking, did he meet a part-time job immortal?

"Puff-hahaha~~"

Seeing Kyosuke's confused look, Naoko blushed and laughed.

"What should I do? Should I go buy another crepe, Kyosuke?" The girl whispered.

"Although I can buy a few more to take back as a midnight snack, it's not healthy to eat such a high-calorie food at night."

"Then?"

Naoko's eyes secretly glanced at the Higuchi Ichiha in Kyosuke's hand.

"This is the uncle's blessing to us."

Hojo Kyosuke smiled slightly, as if he had guessed what the girl was thinking.

"Wait for me here for a while." He handed the crepes and banknotes in his hand to Glass.

"Yeah~"

Glass smiled and agreed, then watched Kyosuke chase the uncle just now.

After Hojo Kyosuke disappeared in the crowd, she lowered her head and looked at the 5,000 yuan bill in her hand.

How wonderful~

Just after expressing my feelings to Kyosuke, I encountered such a thing.

Although this experience is very strange, it seems to be blessed. Isn't there such a plot in myths? Unscrupulous gods hide blessings in vicious words, and only after going through trials can they be blessed.

Isn't it natural that abnormal countries have abnormal gods? The gods appeared in an inexplicable posture, doing things like crazy, and sending blessings with curses.

But the money in my hand is real, and that uncle really wants Kyousuke and I to be happy, and he is making a serious suggestion.

She put her handbag on her feet, unfolded the banknotes, and became happier the more she looked at them.

Can Kyousuke catch up with that person? Will that person disappear in an instant when he blends into the crowd?

Should I spend the 5,000 yuan? Glass frowned.

On the other side, Furomatsu also looked at the familiar izakaya in front of him and slowed down his pace slightly. Yes, he finally decided to come for a drink, anyway, he doesn't have to worry about being scolded by his wife as he is single.

With his mind relaxed, his thoughts suddenly wandered, and he began to think about how he would brag to the proprietress about what he had just done when he entered the store later. Based on his experience, this kind of outrageous thing is most popular with women, it's bohemian and so on.

Suddenly, there was a weight on his shoulders, and a somewhat strange yet familiar voice sounded from behind.

"Hey--"

Furusong also turned his head with a stiff expression.

"hey-hey……"

Sure enough, it was the boy, standing almost next to each other at this moment, and he could really feel how strong this boy was. Do you feel you have been insulted and want to take revenge? So today’s young people don’t have any city government at all!

Are you going to get beaten for washing the motor? Where's the patrolman? Help me.

Furusong also managed a smile and said tremblingly:

"Well, actually I..."

"Mr. kindhearted man, thank you for treating us to crepes." Hojo Kyousuke said with a smile.

"Huh?" Aren't you here to beat me?

Feng Lusong was also stunned, so young people nowadays are quite polite.

With his mind relaxed, he subconsciously wanted to say a few more words of pleasure, but suddenly he felt that the boy in front of him looked familiar, so he changed his words inexplicably:

"I'm sorry for saying something unintelligible to you." He bowed immediately.

"Haha, no, no, my girlfriend and I are very happy. She specially asked me to come and thank you."

Hojo Kyosuke smiled and shook his head with a sincere tone, and then took out his wallet.

The calfskin wallet was visibly worn, and Furusong thought to himself that this boy's financial situation was indeed very poor. After all, everyone would try to dress as well as possible for this kind of date, but this boy came directly in his school uniform.

But when the wallet was opened, Furu Matsuya almost stared out of his eyes.

So, what are young people doing carrying so much money with them today?

There was a large pile of banknotes neatly arranged in the wallet, not to mention the small denominations in front. What shocked Furusomatsu was the at least twenty Yukichi Fukuzawa banknotes.

Although the light was not very good, how could he not recognize that neon figure that everyone knew about?

When the boy in front of him took out one, he saw more clearly that they were really all ten-thousand-yuan bills.

What, is he going to throw money in my face next?

Feng Lusong was also trembling slightly in his heart, with a faint expectation, would it be okay to smash two more.

"You've worked hard, please have two more drinks."

Hojo Kyosuke put away his wallet and handed the money over with both hands.

"Ah, hi!"

Feng Lusong was also stunned, and then he bent down slowly and stretched out his hands to catch it.

"See you next time." Hojo Kyosuke said goodbye with a smile.

"Yes! Have a nice night."

Furusong also subconsciously bowed ninety degrees to say goodbye, which was more respectful than to the president of the company. If I could bow to such a standard in the company, wouldn't my promotion be easy?

Straightening up, he felt that his bow was really extraordinary.

Strange, why did I respect that boy so much just now?

Watching the figure walk into the crowd, Feng Lusong also fumbled for the ten thousand yuan bill in his hand and thought about it. Is this the power of money? No, I'm not the kind of person who bends over money!

Turning around, he walked into the izakaya and greeted the proprietress and other guests skillfully. He is a regular customer here, and so are the others, so the relationship is pretty good.

He walked to the bar and sat down. After wiping his hands and face with the hot towel given by the landlady, he put the banknotes on the table and spread them out, looking at Fukuzawa Yukichi above in a daze.

"What's wrong, Furu-san, did you find money?" a man said with a smile.

This topic immediately attracted the attention of others. If you pick up the money, you won't be treated.

"It's not that you can't say that..." Feng Lusong also whispered. He was still wondering why the boy just now gave him the feeling of a big shot.

"Hey, is it true?"

The diners immediately shouted after hearing this. In a boring life, encountering such a lucky thing is very lucky in itself. It sounds awkward to say, but it’s actually not complicated. The focus is not on "lucky" itself, but on "good things happening in your life."

"Did something good happen to you?

No. Probably we will meet in the future. "

It is such a happiness.

Even the busy boss lady stopped what she was doing and came over, curiously lying on the bar and looking at Fukuzawa Yukichi in front of Furu Matsuya.

"It's great that I picked up Fukuzawa Yukichi." The landlady said with envy.

The plumpness exposed at the collar of the dress instantly made Furusong's mind go blank. The words he had just thought about were instantly forgotten. At that moment, he opened his mouth and recounted all his mental activities and things he had done at the subway entrance. It was said outright.

"Then the boy chased me to the door of the izakaya and said that I worked hard and invited me to have two more drinks."

After he finished speaking, he smacked his lips a few times, feeling that what the handsome boy did was even more inexplicable than him.

"Really or not, with your personality Furu-san, you would actually do such a thing?"

One diner was surprised and said that everyone came alone, so they usually talked more freely and understood each other's personalities fairly well. Furusong was usually a sultry guy, and he even admired the boss's wife's figure. They only dare to be sneaky, how could they do such a thing.

"Really! I swear!" Feng Lusong also shouted.

"I testify that what Furu-san said must be true, because I have never seen a ten-thousand-yuan bill in his wallet!" A bald man raised his beer glass.

"...Hahahahaha, you have to be careful and observant, Iguchi."

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Did you encounter some urban legend?" A man with a red nose from drinking asked.

"A monster that buys life with money, and your lifespan will be taken away as long as you accept the other person's money?"

"No, no, I don't know what day I will die suddenly in the company. How can any monster buy such a life? Does the monster want to go to the company to work for Feng Lu? Stop joking."

"Hey, this is too much..."

"That's..."

Everyone started a heated discussion.

The landlady picked up the banknotes and looked at the lights on the roof, feeling that she had really heard a good story tonight.

"Do you really like that girl Furu-san?" the charming landlady said with a smile.

"Ah? No, no, that boy is a hundred times more handsome than me. How could I be so overestimating my abilities?"

Feng Lusong was also stunned for a moment, and then waved his hand quickly. Not to mention self-knowledge, the pressure that the boy put on him alone was enough to prevent him from having any thoughts. Besides, ahem, he just wanted to cause destruction from the beginning.

"Haha, no, I'm talking about the one you had in high school."

The landlady smiled and waved her hand, showing the aura of a mature woman. Sure enough, eating is never just about eating. Looking at the twisting waist, even if you don't order side dishes, you can drink three times the draft beer.

"That..." Feng Lusong wanted to deny it, but he had just revealed all his secrets, so it would seem stingy to deny it. Fortunately, a person next to him came to his rescue.

"A hundred times more handsome? Is it really that exaggerated?" asked the one whose nose was red from drinking.

"Really, and he has at least 300,000 yen in his wallet!" Feng Lusong also swore a bet.

"Ah! I thought of it!"

At this time, on the far right side of the bar, a female white-collar worker who took off her coat and was wearing only a shirt suddenly spoke.

"Furuo-san, look to see if the boy you met just now is like this." She took out her phone and quickly operated it a few times before checking in.

Others also moved closer and looked at the screen.

"Sayuri, are you kidding? This one is a hundred times more handsome than Furu, at least ten thousand times!" the bald Iguchi said with a smile.

"Hey, hey, am I that bad!"

Feng Lu protested, and then froze when he saw the screen.

"It turns out that he is Hojo Kyosuke."

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