I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Um, Araki-kun, the call is over? The tea is cold, here I will give you a cup..."

Ignoring the complicated gaze that was cast from time to time in the corridor with a thick face, Hiroshi Tsugada bowed and poured a cup of hot tea again for the young man beside him.

"Ha... I'm sorry, the phone conversation was a bit long, Vice President Chang Tian..."

After the phone call, the blond young man drank the tea with a grin: "Well, this tea is not bad, it must be expensive?"

"When there are no outsiders, you can just call me Hiroshi! It's just some worthless Shizuoka Yulu, you can drink more if you like, and bring a few boxes back later..."

Hiroshi Tsugada didn't care about the other party's behavior of drinking expensive tea that he was willing to open and taste only on paydays. Instead, an ambiguous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Thanks to Araki-kun, what happened last night was able to end with minimal loss, but the chairman said that because you want to continue to perform that secret mission, you can't get your name right for the time being, so please bear with me."

There is only one person who can make him so degraded and tolerant to the extreme.

Araki Sosuke.

Not to mention what role Araki Sosuke played under the gates of hell after he rescued Tsukida Hiroshi on the night of the Bon Festival.

With one enemy and four, subduing the "Avengers Alliance" with tacit cooperation and unpredictable methods...

Defeat three giants with well-developed flesh and fierce abilities with bare hands...

With one hand, he folded the halberd of Shoji Shinemon's incarnation of the bull ghosts and ghosts...

Destroy the "Yoshiwara Yanshang" Shenyin, purify countless souls and become Buddhas...

Generously donated the "liquid Buddha's secret treasure", let nun Niya rain the rain, and at the most critical moment extinguished the indescribable but extremely desperate desires that ravaged the two districts of Taitung and Beijing...

Pushing Kato Junko’s immortal, immortal and translating sentient beings into the air, pushing his hips into the air, smashing the pubic bones...

Just last night, the record of Sosuke Araki, which he witnessed with his own eyes, was so brilliant that it was jaw-dropping.

If it weren't for him, apart from the special positions with independent formations such as the Imperial Palace and Meiji Jingu, I am afraid that the entire Tokyo metropolis has been completely reduced to the "Elysium Studio" of Junko Kato, the industry leader.

"Ahahahaha, in order to wake up Mochizuki's girl as soon as possible, it is understandable to keep her identity secret for the time being..."

"Hiss, push harder here...Yes, that's it with your elbow..."

He seemed to enjoy the feeling of Hiroshi Tsuneta's service for him. Sosuke Araki put down his teacup with a silly face, and casually swiped his phone: "By the way, Hiroshi, where did we talk about it before?"

"You see, TIKTOK is full of such vulgar dance videos with waist and hips. It's really going down the world... What, you said it was pushed according to the viewing habits? That's okay..."

"Well, because I have also concluded a confidentiality contract, the chairman has handed over the settlement of your recent mission bonuses to me..."

"Is this strength appropriate? Your left shoulder is a bit tight here, so you should always pay attention to balance and not always use one hand..."

Holding his shoulders for Sosuke Araki, Hiroshi Tokuta took a note and placed it in front of him: "After my personal calculation, Shinjuku Subway Station, Toyama Park, Sendagoya Tunnel, and a certain'unspeakable mission' , Plus a series of events on "Yoshihara Yanshang" last night, the total bonus attributable to you is temporarily estimated to be this number..."

On paper, there is a long string of handwritten numbers.

"Oh, have you already processed so many single tasks unknowingly? Why should there be dozens of bonuses... Wait?"

Sousuke Araki, who was enjoying the other party's proficient massage technique, glanced at the note inadvertently, suddenly dropped the phone, a "water splash" got up, his nostrils enlarged, his face was flushed, and he exhaled frantically. He counted on it quickly. Numbers: "One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million..."

Then, with his face covered in sweat, he turned his head to look at Hiroshi Tsugada behind him in disbelief: "...Five or fifty million?! You, are you sure you are right?!"

"That, I know, according to the calculation method of the mission bonus set by the association, you will suffer a little bit after deducting the part of the mission facilitator, but this is the largest limit within the scope of my authority..."

Faced with Sosuke Araki's "dissatisfaction questioning", Hiroshi Tsukita immediately explained it carefully for him.

"If there is no problem, I will have someone transfer the tax to your bank account after the tax is withheld."

"Eat, lose a little bit?! I haven't seen it in my entire life...cough cough cough cough..."

After clenching his fist and covering his mouth with a light cough to conceal his broken voice, Sosuke Araki used a trembling voice, pretending to be calm and nodded to the other party to confirm: "Hihiroshi, I mean, I am not that short-sighted, and association. Those who care about things. If you suffer a little, you will suffer a little. The development prospects of the platform are far more important than personal short-term interests. Just get the money soon..."

"Araki-kun really understands the righteousness, and I will arrange it for you."

Hiroshi Tsuneta nodded, and after sending a message on the phone, he turned his head and rubbed his hands and looked at Sosuke Araki tentatively: "Right, that, there is one more thing..."

"Oh, dear Guangzhi, what else can you tell me... However, since we have confirmed the number that was a bit'losing' just now, there is no need to change it."

Sousuke Araki, who covered his chest with a beating heart with one hand, and operated his mobile phone with the other hand, typed "How do I use it when I suddenly have 50 million" on Yahoo Zhihui bags and 2CH forums, and glanced at him with a slight guilty conscience. .

"Don't worry, the transfer of funds has been arranged... What I want to say is, how are you thinking about the proposal to trade ‘that thing’ that I said before?"

"Ahem, about'that thing', it's a bit too private, it's not that I can have it if I have it, you can buy it if you want..."

Hearing Hiroshi Tokuta's question, Sosuke Araki turned his face to his side with embarrassment and flushed face for some reason.

"Furthermore, I have signed a non-disclosure agreement with a certain organization, and I will bear great danger to my life if I trade without permission."

The reason why the Mediterranean Vice President, known as the "Hell Interviewer," treats him so well is naturally not only because of his powerful "hidden energy field purifying physique".

Otherwise, the other party can take pictures of the horse legs of a certain "favored person who has met once in four thousand years".

When Araki Sosuke came to state (receive) his position (money) in the morning, the vice chairman of Changtian expressed to him in a vague and eager manner that he wanted to purchase a special item of "unclean transaction" request.

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