All the Heroines are my Ex-girlfriends

Chapter 50: Breaking the Rules

Kato Megumi put her phone away.

Sitting in the taxi, she smiled contentedly.

It was truly a smile.

The corners of her mouth only lifted slightly.

The moment she touched the money in her pocket, she felt a bit annoyed.

Because the amount was a little large.

She couldn't help but think that maybe Yukima Azuma had given her the money to thank her for helping take care of Shiratamaru.

If that was the case, wasn't it like he was paying her for her services?

Emotionally, she felt a little uncomfortable with that idea.

But Yukima Azuma had explained that it was just taxi fare.

Kato Megumi felt happy again.

Because Yukima Azuma had noticed the little things about her.

At first, she thought that after paying for the fare, she would have to be a bit more frugal in the next few days.

Though she wouldn't complain about it.

Moreover, the fact that he paid attention to her made Kato Megumi genuinely happy.

.....

The next day.

Morning class.

Looking at the empty seat.

Kato Megumi blinked.

As soon as class ended, Eriri immediately ran over to Kato Megumi's seat.

"Azuma, that guy seems to have taken another leave. Kato-san, do you know what's going on?"

Eriri asked with some concern.

How should she respond?

Her feelings were complex.

Eriri wanted to find out about Yukima Azuma's situation, but she didn't want Kato Megumi to know the truth.

Otherwise, wouldn't it just bring Kato Megumi and Yukima Azuma closer together than she was?

"Huh? Even though Sawamura-san asked like that, I don't know anything," Kato Megumi replied.

"We went home together yesterday, and if Sawamura-san doesn't know, then of course, I don't either..."

Kato Megumi shrugged.

Eriri sighed in relief. "I see."

If Yukima Azuma hadn't told her where he was going but had told Kato Megumi, Eriri felt she would have been upset enough to cry.

However, before she could fully relax, Kato Megumi phone in the desk drawer suddenly buzzed.

With a questioning look from Eriri, Kato Megumi pulled out her phone. "It's a message from Azuma-san."

Eriri immediately froze, as if turned to stone.

It was as if a little ghost with braided hair was floating out of her mouth.

Kato Megumi read the message, then turned the LINE screen toward Eriri.

It only had one sentence:

"Megumi, I'm busy today, won't be home. Please take care of Shiratamaru!"

After reading it, Eriri snapped out of her daze.

It wasn't anything especially important he was asking for.

He was just asking Kato Megumi to take care of Shiratamaru.

Her mood lightened a little.

"Seriously, what is he up to?"

.....

Where had Yukima Azuma gone, and what was he doing?

This week had been really busy.

After the official matches, club activities, and many other things,

The revenue from the overseas game sales had finally been deposited into his account.

Thanks to his memories from his past life and successful guide books, Yukima Azuma had chosen to collaborate directly with the largest social media applications in each country to release the game.

His game was a small-scale one that could operate as a mini-game directly on apps.

The business model was designed as follows: the game was free to play, with no paid items, only earning money through ads.

The game had a unique design: the early levels were easy to play and addictive, but later levels became so difficult that they were "impossible," even with cheating.

Players who failed could share the game with friends or watch ads to revive or receive supporting items.

With this tightly-knit mechanism, the game quickly spread like a "virus."

Money from advertisers poured in continuously.

The net revenue from overseas in the first month had finally reached 70 million Chinese Yuan.

The figures were calculated in Chinese currency because the majority of the net profits came from China.

With its large population and vast land, China was the ideal market for this monetization model.

When converted to Japanese Yen, the total amount reached 1.5 billion Yen.

This capital was enough for Yukima Azuma to begin his next plan.

Today, he had taken a leave from school, bringing along the visa he had prepared in advance, ready to go abroad.

Destination: Wall Street.

In Japan, a place plagued by the rigidity of social hierarchies and a hierarchical superior-subordinate relationship harder than stone in a public restroom, if one wanted to operate 1.5 billion yen here, it was inevitable that this politician would "bite a chunk" and that director would "take a cut."

The best way to deal with these rigid "noble" figures in their thirties and forties was to break the rules they had established.

Find a cooperative partner who's easy to talk to on Wall Street.

Yukima Azuma planned to operate investment projects outside of Japan.

When necessary, he would inject money into the domestic market from abroad.

Once he stepped outside these established rules and started engaging in equal dialogue, those wanting to "take a bite" would have to reconsider whether their teeth would break.

However, while the plan was good, finding a like-minded partner was not easy.

As soon as he got off the plane,

Yukima Azuma saw a white man with cunning eyes standing in the arrival area, holding a sign with his name "Yukima Azuma," swaying back and forth.

Before he could get closer,

The man noticed Yukima Azuma and immediately ran toward him.

"Hey, you must be Yukima Azuma, right?"

"Yeah, you're Paul, right?"

The two exchanged in English without any obstacles.

After all, Yukima Azuma's language skills had reached level 6.

Just a little more, and he would be a master.

With these language skills, Yukima Azuma could communicate fluently in almost any language, except for a few specific ones.

Especially the UN's common languages, he was proficient in all of them.

Honestly, if he couldn't continue down this path later... perhaps becoming a translator would be an option.

"Let's go, buddy, I'll take you out to celebrate. I didn't expect you to be so young."

Paul extended his arm as if to throw it around Yukima Azuma's shoulder.

Yukima Azuma quickly pushed his hand away.

"No, I don't have much time. I've already tipped enough, go to work."

Hearing this, Paul helplessly shrugged and gestured, "Ok ok, you are the boss, I'll do as you say."

At the same time, he secretly sighed in his heart, not expecting this young man to be so hard to fool.

He had planned to trick him a bit, but it seemed like that wouldn't be possible now.

Luckily, the fee he paid was pretty generous.

So, it was best to just do the work properly.

With Paul's sharp eyes, he could tell who was easy to deal with and who was best not to provoke.

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