"An old saying goes, ’The whole day’s work depends on a good start in the morning.’"
Morning is the most important ti of the day.
It cannot be wasted.
While so people are still sleeping, enjoying the quiet years, others are already sweating profusely, bearing burdens and moving forward.
As dawn was breaking, Aoyama Xiu Xin had already got up, going through his routine fluidly. Although drenched in sweat, he relished it, perhaps due to the farming genes in his Chinese ancestry.
"Mr. Aoyama, what... what is our relationship now?" Matsubara Zizhi, seeing Aoyama Xiu Xin starting to get dressed, mustered her strength despite her feeble body and clung to him from behind.
Aoyama Xiu Xin, pausing in the act of buttoning his shirt, responded, "We are friends, of course."
"Just... just friends?" Matsubara Zizhi’s expression froze upon hearing this. The emotions of her who had just lost her virginity suddenly beca uncontrollable. Grasping him, with rapid breathing and red-rimd eyes, she demanded, "I gave you my first ti, and now you’re telling we’re just friends?"
She was beautiful and had a good figure. She had never accepted the unspoken rules, not because she resisted them, but because she wanted to sell herself for a good price. In her view, since Aoyama Xiu Xin wasn’t married yet, becoming his girlfriend after sleeping with him seed like the natural course of events.
That was the way to truly bind him to her.
But now, hearing what Aoyama Xiu Xin implied, it seed he had no intention of giving her that status. Matsubara Zizhi’s mindset shattered. If she were truly willing to accept this outco, she would have already succumbed to her bosses’ unspoken rules to ascend the ranks.
"Idiot!" Feeling the faint pain from the nails scraping his skin, Aoyama Xiu Xin cursed, flipped her over on the bed with a swing of his arm, turned around, and smirkingly pinched her chin, asking, "What else then, fool?"
He had thought the woman coming to him willingly was a sign of her being sensible. It seed he was still naive.
Aoyama Xiu Xin needed to shatter her unrealistic fantasies and make her think of more realistic matters.
"You... you bastard!" Matsubara Zizhi quivered with rage, harshly cursing through her tear-streaked vehence.
Aoyama Xiu Xin remained unmoved, wiping her tears with his thumb, and spoke with a light smile, "Moreover, you ca to on your own. Why play the chaste martyr now? Stop looking at like that. When you were dressing, you didn’t care about your dignity; now naked, you start to care. Don’t you find it funny?"
Matsubara Zizhi was both angry and irritated, her fair face turning alternately pale and flushed. Not only had Aoyama Xiu Xin stripped off her clothes last night, but now he was also stripping off her dignity, forcing her to admit her own disgrace.
"Rather than wishing for what you can’t have, think about what you can achieve. Apart from marriage and feelings, I can provide you with money and career opportunities. You are now a plaything, and if a toy can be useful, it might beco a tool."
"Only those who can help deserve my ti to care for and soothe their feelings. The more you can help, the more I am willing to give. If you are capable enough, I might even seek your favor proactively."
"If your only function to is what happens in bed, then your replaceability is too strong! Do I lack won to play with? Why should I care about your thoughts and feelings, do you deserve it?"
"To use a saying from a neighboring country, one should live up to their fight’s worth. Do you have that worth to ?"
In terms of CPU matters, Aoyama Xiu Xin did have so experience, the key being that he had the foundation.
Won with innate skills were not just won in his eyes. They were also employees. He had to make them realize they could be replaced at any mont. They had to stay on their toes!
Just like Yamakawa Ichiro, who knew that if he didn’t work well, he could be replaced by other Violent Gangs in Aoyama Xiu Xin’s heart at any ti. So, for now, he always prioritized Aoyama Xiu Xin.
To achieve this effect, Aoyama Xiu Xin also had to stay on his toes and ensure he always maintained an advantage and leadership position when dealing with these people.
Otherwise, his subordinates would definitely turn against him.
Matsubara Zizhi pursed her red lips and remained silent. Although she was furious inside, she also realized that although harsh, everything Aoyama Xiu Xin said was true.
Simultaneously, she kept a grudge in her heart, planning to climb up using the help provided by Aoyama Xiu Xin. Once her own strength and connections surpassed his, she would definitely humiliate him as severely as today.
Make him taste the humiliation she felt at this mont.
"Will you protect then? I’m afraid Ninpei Oshiro might kill ," Matsubara Zizhi softly said.
After all, compared to Aoyama Xiu Xin and Saihara Ichiro, she was much weaker. It would be simplest for Ninpei Oshiro to lash out at her, and she even suspected that the car last night was arranged to kill her.
Saihara Ichiro was rely caught in her trouble.
She was scared, very scared, so she had co to him last night, hoping to receive Aoyama Xiu Xin’s protection.
Aoyama Xiu Xin, caressing her tender cheek with his slightly rough hand, said calmly, "Of course, I have high hopes for you. I will ask Saihara Ichiro to arrange so substantial interviews for you so you can quickly beco a politically influential journalist. Your fa and impact are your best charms, but the effectiveness of that charm depends on how hard you work."
Saihara Ichiro had already grown himself, and he would never truly align with Aoyama Xiu Xin. Once completely free from the Renping family’s threat, he would inevitably think about how to distance himself from Aoyama Xiu Xin.
Matsubara Zizhi was the one worth supporting because apart from Aoyama Xiu Xin, she had nothing.
"Yes!" Matsubara Zizhi nodded.
Aoyama Xiu Xin continued, "Also, keep an eye on Saihara Ichiro. He might not stay quiet."
"Yes!" Matsubara Zizhi nodded again.
Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed heartily, let her go, and as he continued dressing, spoke without looking back, "That’s right. Marriage, feelings, they’re all illusory. A career is the real thing. Don’t expect that marrying will always provide you security. So let’s both strive hard, Reporter Matsuboto. Comrades are more reliable than boyfriends."
Those had been golden words indeed.
Then he strode away.
"Bang!"
Hearing the door slam, Matsubara Zizhi, feeling weak and furious, grabbed a pillow and fiercely threw it out.
Are all n such rational and cold-hearted creatures, devoid of emotions? What’s the difference between them and machines?
Through his actions and words, Aoyama Xiu Xin confird what he had just said: n are unreliable.
Idiot! I still have to rely on my own efforts to make it.
"Another woman motivated—how wonderful."
Driving on the road to the Police Headquarters.
Feeling bursts of morning breeze pouring into the car, Aoyama Xiu Xin felt like a life coach for won.
Looking at Yehua Yiren, she had grown from a full-ti housewife to a strong, independent businesswoman.
Other ntors are experts on human nature.
But he specialized in won.
"Ring Ring~Ring Ring~"
The mobile phone on the passenger seat suddenly rang.
Aoyama Xiu Xin slowed down and freed one hand to pick up the phone, "Mosi mosi, this is Aoyama."
"Hello, Police Chief Aoyama, I hope I didn’t disturb your good dream. This is Kimura Yakuo, Director of the Credit Departnt at the Agricultural and Forestry Bank. Would you be available for breakfast together?"
"When Mr. Kimura invites, Aoyama naturally cannot refuse," Aoyama Xiu Xin agreed, guessing it must be because of the murder of Ayase Mihiko.
But as long as Kimura Yakuo wasn’t caught, he would remain a highly respected person, and he had to show him due respect.
"Then please co to... the Yang Ji Restaurant."
Kimura Yakuo gave the address of a restaurant.
"Hi!"
After hanging up, Aoyama Xiu Xin hurried there.
About twenty minutes later, he arrived at the destination.
The restaurant door had a ’Closed’ sign hanging.
Clearly, Kimura Yakuo had reserved the place for himself.
Entering the restaurant, indeed, the empty hall had only Kimura Yakuo sitting by the window.
Can money really do that?
Yes, money can.
Aoyama Xiu Xin walked over with composed dignity, bowed, and said, "Good morning, Mr. Kimura."
"Police Chief Aoyama, please have a seat," Kimura Yakuo did not stand up, pointed to the seat opposite him, and beckoned a waiter, "Bring him the sa as mine."
"Hi!" The waiter turned and left.
Aoyama Xiu Xin and Kimura Yakuo sat facing each other.
It must be said, Kimura Yakuo’s appearance was indeed quite good, a middle-aged handso man, not overweight, with a refined air of a mature man.
After all, the prerequisite for being a kept man is to be handso.
"I, for one, like to share the things I like with others, so I went ahead and ordered for you, Police Chief Aoyama, you don’t mind, do you?" Kimura Yakuo put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth corner smilingly.
Would you share the won you like as well?
Aoyama Xiu Xin slightly lowered his head, "It’s an honor to taste the food Mr. Kimura enjoys."
The Director of the Credit Departnt, specifically managing external lending and investnts, controlled the bank’s substantial capital flow, truly a powerful figure.
With high status and significant influence, he, a re police chief, must show the required respect—nothing shaful about that.
Just like Yamakawa Ichiro did with him, this society is all about big fish eating small fish, and small fish eating even smaller ones.
"Ha ha ha ha, always eloquent, Police Chief Aoyama! Eloquent people make good social companions, no wonder at the sa age, so are subordinates, while others are bosses," Kimura Yakuo laughed heartily.
Aoyama Xiu Xin knew he was referring to Nakamura Shinichi.
The breakfast nu was quite simple, so the food was quickly served in front of Aoyama Xiu Xin.
It was just shengjianbao, which he often ate before crossing over.
"Please give it a try," said Kimura Yakuo.
"Hi! Then, let’s begin," Aoyama Xiu Xin slightly bowed and then picked up his chopsticks to start eating.
Kimura Yakuo watched him with a bit of anticipation.
Aoyama Xiu Xin chewed slowly for a while before swallowing, and said, "The taste is truly excellent."
Indeed, it’s authentic~
"I’m glad you like it, Police Chief Aoyama. I was worried it might not suit your taste," Kimura Yakuo’s face brightened as he took a sip of soy milk, "I really enjoy Chinese cuisine; it’s a pity I haven’t had the chance to visit China."
"Mr. Kimura, busy with a myriad of tasks—although personal regrets remain, countless clients of the Agricultural and Forestry Bank have had their wishes fulfilled," said Aoyama Xiu Xin.
"It’s not that grand; our Credit Departnt primarily aims at profit-making," Kimura Yakuo waved his hand and then, sobering up, said, "Let’s not delay Police Chief Aoyama from work; we should talk business."
Aoyama Xiu Xin quickly put down his chopsticks, then placed his hands on his knees, sitting up straight.
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