"Ms. Mochizuki, this is the purchase contract for the villa. Just sign it here. Our club will be responsible for the rest."
Eguchi Yue took out the contract from his bag and spread it flat on the table in the living room. Then he took out a pen from his jacket pocket and handed it to Mochizuki respectfully.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out of the bathroom, Miss Mochizuki, who was going to visit the room, decided to buy the house. Thinking that he had completed the sale of this haunted house alone, Eguchi Yue looked a little excited.
Not to mention how much commission he can get from this order, at least he has safely passed this career crisis, and he will be an experienced employee in the future.
Mochizuki does not have such rich psychological activities. Although she is about to buy a luxury house, she still feels quite calm. Maybe it is because she did not earn the money herself and lacks the process of struggle!
Miho Sato, on the other hand, stood at the stairs on the second floor, looking at the several rooms inside with expressions of struggle on her face. The rooms were all perfect, and she wanted to do whatever she wanted.
Mochizuki ignored the woman who had difficulty choosing. After handing the documents to Eguchi Yue, the two of them walked to the bank. Some goods could be purchased online, but such transactions involving large sums of money could only be handled at the bank. .
Both Mochizuki and Eguchi Yue had the mentality to cut through the mess quickly. Neither of them was ambiguous. One called the club to notify the club, and the other withdrew money from the bank. In less than half an hour, the villa in Mikka Town completely belonged to Mochizuki himself.
Eguchi Yue came out of the bank with a stiff smile on his face, holding the house purchase contract tightly in his arms. With Japan's current economic situation, there are still people who would buy a haunted house in full. He is really lucky.
Thanks to Miss Mochizuki, she is such a good person. The president just called him personally and asked him to go directly to the place where they used to have dinner. He also said that he was the absolute protagonist today.
Eguchi Yue chuckled a few times. He was a marginal figure in the company before, and he had never experienced this feeling. He raised his right hand and looked at the time. The time for the party was almost here. He quickly started the car and rushed there, even though today He is the protagonist, but with his qualifications, if he goes too late, he will be targeted by his seniors.
As soon as Mochizuki came out of the bank, she took a mouthful of gasoline. How realistic is it? Just now, she was planning to drive, but the employees of this club were very diligent in stopping her. Now, she was thrown into the car just after the contract was signed. Here, will anyone die if you help send her back to the villa area?
Mochizuki was a little angry, and took out her mobile phone to summon Miho Sato, but her luck was obviously a bit unlucky. The mobile phone had stopped working long ago, and the screen was completely black and unresponsive.
Mochizuki had no choice but to touch her pockets. Fortunately, she still had her wallet with her, so she didn't have to walk back.
It was getting late, and Mochizuki didn't want to go back to her small shabby house. She simply bought some necessities in a nearby shopping mall and stayed here with Miheko at night.
Mochizuki was thinking about it, looking around for a phone booth. He needed a lot of things, so Miho Sato probably had to drive to support him.
"Officer Mochizuki, long time no see!"
A silver car parked in front of the bank, the window suddenly opened, and a head poked out of it.
Mochizuki has short blond hair, black skin, and a handsome face. She has always been fond of handsome guys, but she really doesn't seem to know this guy, so she acts a little confused. She really doesn't know any foreigners.
As soon as Toru Amuro looked at Mochizuki's expression, he knew what she was thinking, and immediately rolled his eyes. He was an authentic Japanese, okay? This group of superficial people only judge people by their appearance.
Toru Amuro snorted, and his favorable impression of Mochizuki dropped to zero. If he hadn't held multiple jobs and needed to be in contact with this woman, he would have really wanted to close the car window.
Midorikawa Hikaru, who was sitting in the passenger seat, snickered when he saw this. His friend's appearance was obviously too confusing, but he always got sulky. He had seen the same scene countless times since he was a child.
These two undercover agents who were working in the dark came to the bank this time to deposit cash. To put it bluntly, they were rationalizing the stolen money and laundering it. Of course, they were responsible for the last step. In fact, there was nothing wrong with the money, it was just gin. I was too cautious and had to take another step.
For this kind of mission that can be completed without blood, the two have always done very well. They finally took the opportunity to meet during the mission. Originally, the two planned to secretly meet their friends from the police academy after the mission was over.
Since the last showdown between several people, the other three have been secretly investigating the undercover organization in the Metropolitan Police Department. The two of them are very worried, fearing that something will happen to their friends.
During this period, a lot of things happened in the Metropolitan Police Department. It is said that an old case from several years ago was solved. It was everywhere in the newspapers. Due to identity issues, they had little chance to find out the inside story. This is also a good time.
After all, they had some idea of what the Metropolitan Police Department was like at ordinary times, and they were still very interested in the sudden display of power.
I just didn't expect to see Mochizuki Qingtan appear here while I was sitting in the car sending an email.
Now that they have encountered it, they cannot let go of this opportunity of contact. After all, for such an important task, there is a high probability that there will be peripheral personnel lurking around. If the organization discovers that they have not completed the task with due diligence, there is no telling what will happen.
There was an email sent to the mobile phone in the pocket at the same time. The two people sitting in the car looked at each other and felt shocked.
Sure enough, even if they become code members, the possibility of being monitored cannot be ruled out. It seems that they must be more careful when contacting them in the future.
Midorikawa Hikaru ignored the buzzing mobile phone and got out of the car straight away, chatting with Mochizuki with a smile on his face. Toru Amuro took the opportunity to take out his mobile phone to check his emails. Gin's latest instructions had been conveyed, and he was meeting with a few friends. I can only wait for the next opportunity.
"Officer Mochizuki, didn't we agree to practice the bamboo flute together? Why haven't I seen you recently?"
Midorikawa Hikaru was a bit speechless. Normally, this kind of situation was reserved for friends, but now Mochizuki was obviously not familiar with Zero, so he was the only one to bite the bullet.
"busy recently."
Mochizuki smiled awkwardly. Ever since she could play the tune completely, she had cleared the task of practicing the bamboo flute from her to-do list. She had no ambition to be a musician, so why was she so good?
"What are you doing? I see you have been on the phone for a long time. Are you going somewhere? Do you want us to give you a ride?"
"No, I'll just ask my friends to pick me up."
Mochizuki rejected the man's kindness and pointed to the phone booth next to him. Although they had contacted each other a few times, they were not familiar with it to this extent. Besides, there was no need to trouble others since the problem could be solved with just one phone call.
"Then we'll leave first."
Midorikawa's face remained normal, and he walked towards the car naturally. If you look closely, you will see that the corners of his mouth began to twitch regularly, obviously suppressing some emotions.
"Cut the phone cord, Bourbon."
