mijobooks Chapter 47 Taking Personal Action
Chapter 47 Taking Personal Action
"Yes, this time I'll tie my hair in a high ponytail."
"Also, don't wear too much lipstick."
"Oh dear, guest..."
The person on the other end of the phone had clearly misunderstood something.
"Don't worry, we're very professional. Even if it gets stuck on you, we'll clean it off for you..."
Hiroshi Nakajima: "..."
hang up the phone.
"Asuka, let's get a new hairstyle today."
"Eh, Nakajima?"
Asuka sat obediently in the chair, looking like she was being manipulated.
However, she cared a lot.
"Don't I look good with my hair in a ponytail?"
"No."
As Nakajima smoothed her hair, he stated clearly, "You've always been beautiful, but there's a special reason today."
"oh."
Asuka can relax with peace of mind.
"Keep your head straight."
"Yes, Nakajima!"
Her long, smooth hair fell down, tied back with a light blue ribbon, with only a few unruly strands escaping from her cheeks, swaying slightly with her breath.
A simple white shirt, buttons neatly fastened to the collar, paired with a very common dark blue pleated skirt.
The hem of the skirt hung quietly.
Asuka glanced at herself in the mirror and blinked.
The girl in the mirror blinked in response.
She seemed to see herself a few years ago, carrying a schoolbag and blending in with her classmates.
It feels like something from a past life.
The troubles at that time were a mess, but they would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Nakajima...
Asuka is like a middle school girl in a school uniform, hiding her secrets, only smiling quietly when the man turns away.
I just hope I don't see that low-budget version of myself next.
"...Nakajima, come here for a moment."
The quiet, scholarly-looking girl smiled and tugged at Nakajima Hiroshi.
"it is good."
then.
"Nakajima..."
She wrapped her arms around the man's waist from behind, looking somewhat intimate.
Little by little, it circled around to the front of me.
Little by little...
Sudden.
The girl suddenly exerted her strength and slammed Nakajima against the wall!
"Asuka?"
She still tried her best to maintain a serene smile.
Yes, keep smiling, control your expression...
Take a deep breath...
I said…
The child's tone was incredibly dangerous.
"Did they hire an older woman to dress up as me to show me how disastrous my previous outfits were?"
"Or do you prefer the tattooed, chubby type!?"
"what?"
"Central, Island, Hong".
Noriko has a subtle Buddha image tattooed on her back, the kind with the Tathagata's palm.
If you have the chance to appreciate it from a certain angle, you'll feel that Buddha is telling you... to exercise restraint.
Oh, I see.
Seeing the girl's murderous expression, Nakajima Hiroshi finally understood.
She clearly misunderstood something too.
"No, Asuka."
Nakajima Hiro replied seriously, "You've been lovely from beginning to end. I have other plans for this woman."
"I'll explain later, for now..."
The girl's imposing manner vanished instantly.
"Eh..."
Is it cute?
I thought he would be the handsome type...
Oh well, never mind.
That's... also, that's good.
But she didn't let go of her arm, and she didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it.
Even after receiving a satisfactory answer, it becomes even more natural.
The private photoshoot went smoothly.
Noriko never expected that she could still be a gravure idol at her age, and she was quite satisfied.
Although she didn't get anything done on either of her two trips, she felt somewhat frustrated.
The footage I shot this time is definitely accurate.
High ponytail, dance practice clothes, and it even comes with a super cool full-back Buddha statue.
Absolutely right, this is exactly what Asuka Honoka is all about!
Photos are uploaded level by level.
The one who took 20,000 didn't even look at it before handing it over to the one who took 50,000.
I made it so clear to Kimura last time, how could he be so foolish again?
The one who took 50,000 was relatively responsible. He turned on the phone, glanced at the thumbnail to confirm that it was a high ponytail, and then handed it to his esteemed employer.
As for taking the wrong picture of the person earlier, it was just a minor setback, a little episode.
"hateful--!"
"Open your dog eyes and look! Is this the same person I'm looking for?"
"What? Did Buddha also purify your eyes, which were always used for secretly taking pictures?"
"Huh? You think you can waste my time like this?"
"say!"
If the camera hadn't been so expensive, Kuroda Karito would have smashed it along with the camera.
Hearing the roar on the phone, Wu Wanjun understood that he had to give his employer an explanation no matter what.
Otherwise, there might not be such lucrative jobs in the future.
He decided to personally investigate and find out what was going on.
"Mr. Kuroda, rest assured, I will personally handle this matter and make sure it is done well for you!"
"Once or twice, but not twice..."
"yes!"
The commander of the 50,000-strong army issued a military order: "There will absolutely be no repeat offenses!"
"absolute!"
Pressure always passes from one level to the next...
"Twenty thousand—!"
"Even if the surveillance footage is blurry, it's still obvious that this isn't the same person at all!"
"Is the Buddha's radiance so overwhelming that it has even blurred your vision?"
"ah--?"
Is it wrong again?
After making two mistakes in a row, Liangwanjiang realized that the situation was very bad.
"Don't worry, I will be extremely careful this time..."
No matter what, I can't let my superiors know that I've outsourced again and swindled them out of so much money...
"No!"
"This time, I'm personally taking action. You'd better be there too, so I can see how your dog eyes have been blinded by the Buddha's light!"
"Yes...yes! I'm so sorry!"
Passing down from one level to the next...
"Yes, Kimura-kun."
Liangwanjiang's tone remained polite.
You know, for such a sensitive industry, four thousand yen is still too little.
"Yes... this time the target is still a little... off."
"Yes, yes, it is indeed a high ponytail, but..."
"Please make time to come with me to confirm the situation, no matter what."
"Yes, thank you for your help."
"Okay, okay, fine..."
Hey.
Indeed, once you reach a certain level of being a corporate slave, you're no different from a beggar. Everyone says "please have mercy," but everyone is essentially begging for food.
transfer……
"Mr. Nakajima, I am Kimura."
"Yes, this is the situation, you see..."
pass……
"Oh, sir, is this another form of date?"
Noriko was very self-disciplined this time, tying her hair up in a high ponytail beforehand, and even putting on her dance costume and white tights early on, hiding them inside her clothes.
"Here you go, I'm sure you'll like it."
Upon meeting, he shoved a bundle of things into Nakajima Hiroshi's hand.
"This is……"
Shake it open.
They were pantyhose that had been taken off.
This item isn't expensive. Since the customer likes it so much, giving it away generously will help maintain good business relationships.
No... I don't have that kind of hobby.
Looking at the soft fabric in his hands, Nakajima Hiroshi felt a wave of helplessness.
But now was not the time to dwell on this. He sighed, folded the things in half, and then pinched Noriko's ankle, pretending to practice.
"Ouch, that hurts! Be gentle..."
After all, they're not trained dancers, so their flexibility is simply not up to par.
The Buddha raised his palm, as if to remind Nakajima Hiroshi to be gentler.
Yes, Your Holiness the Buddha, I understand.
no problem.
Hiroshi Nakajima supported Noriko's waist, offering her support to make things easier for her.
...I always feel like I'm turning a clock in the opposite direction.
soon.
Kimura, carrying 20,000 yen, sneaked into the stairwell.
"See, I told you, this is what Nakajima Hiroshi's candidate looks like..."
"The makeup techniques these days are amazing..."
Makes sense.
It seems that this matter is indeed not Kimura's fault; the superiors were indeed blinded by the Buddha.
Full of confidence, 20,000-chan dialed 50,000-jun's number...