Early the next morning, Toru Amuro and three others were welcomed into Shuji Tsushima's room.
And...the employee who came to deliver clothes according to the instructions of Butler Tanaka.
A mobile clothes rack full of clothes was pushed into the room.
Employees wearing uniforms and masks introduced their clothes respectfully.
"These are clothes prepared according to your sizes. Of course, most of them are Chairman Tsushima's clothes. The clothes of the three of you are over there..." The salesperson raised his hand to motion to the hangers on the other side.
Hanging above are suit jackets, shirts, and trousers.
And they are all wearing black jackets and white shirts.
They are exactly the same as the uniforms worn by the Tsushima family's bodyguards.
Amuro Toru twitched the corner of his mouth expressionlessly.
It was another three-piece suit, and he was already sick of wearing it.
They should have expected that Butler Tanaka would not prepare anything other than three-piece suits for them.
Too sloppy.
"A suit is really a piece of clothing that you can never go wrong with, right?" Tsushima Shuji praised happily.
"That's true. Do you want to try these clothes?" the sales lady replied with a sweet voice, and then persuaded.
"Well... I'm very happy." Tsushima Shuji thought for a while, looked at Amuro Toru's expression, and chose to accept it happily.
Although he doesn't like changing clothes very much, when he thinks that others can only watch him change clothes, he suddenly likes changing clothes.
"Please try this one. This is our latest model, limited edition worldwide..." The sales lady picked up a set of clothes and handed them to him, and began to introduce the value of the clothes.
Tohru Amuro, Sora Sakai, and Mu Midorikawa sat on the sofa, watching Tsushima Shuji change into one set of clothes after another with expressionless faces.
It's like watching some kind of costume contest.
A sporty sweatshirt suit, an elegant shirt vest, a formal dress...
A variety of different clothes, compared to their three-piece suit of only one style, fully reflects the blatant partiality of Butler Tanaka.
"Well, I don't want to try it anymore, just keep these things that have been tried on." Shuji Tsushima ordered while sitting on the sofa wearing the last set of clothes he tried on.
In front of strangers, he behaves like President Tsushima, cold, melancholy, calm and reliable.
"Okay, I get it." Several sales ladies pushed the almost empty hangers away with satisfaction.
I didn’t even ask about collecting money.
As for Toru Amuro, Sora Sakai, Laphroague and the others...
The three of them picked up a few suits at random, not even bothering to try them on, with numbness written all over their faces.
"There are so many clothes that I can't even put them through." Tsushima Shuji lay on the sofa, raised his feet, and said swaying.
The tone was full of showboating and ridicule.
Amuro Toru's expression became ferocious, and then he started to make a phone call.
"Hello, is this SHINO'S? Is your chef Mr. Shinomiya Kojiro free today? I want to make an appointment for him to come and cook..."
"Money doesn't matter, my young master has very picky tastes..."
"Come over and cook a meal, one hundred thousand, I'm talking dollars."
"Of course I'm not kidding, I'm an employee of the Tsushima family."
"Yes, today, noon, evening, and even the three meals tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I want to leave it to Chef Shinomiya..."
"Yes, we currently live in Songjiang Lake Museum..."
"I look forward to tasting Mr. Shinomiya's cuisine." Toru Amuro hung up the phone with satisfaction.
"A meal for a meal costs $100,000... A meal for the American royal chef only costs $1,000. You have really raised the market price." Shuji Tsushima said lightly.
The other party made it clear that they were sending money on purpose.
But... forget it.
"What does it matter? Our young master Tsushima Shuji doesn't need the money anyway, right?" Toru Amuro said with a cheerful and twisted smile.
"The face of jealousy is really ugly, Tohru-kun." Tsushima Shuji shook his head and sighed.
"Inform Mr. Shinomiya to prepare the ingredients yourself. The extra money will be used as the cost of materials." He ordered casually.
For a meal worth 100,000 US dollars, Shinomiya Kojiro will definitely use the highest-end ingredients, so it is considered to be worth the money.
"Does the chef have to pay for the ingredients himself? Are you actually this kind of person?" Toru Amuro said sadly.
"Even if he uses the best ingredients, he still has a service fee of 30,000 US dollars left. Or do you want to eat a meal worth 1 million US dollars?" Tsujima Shuji raised his eyelids and looked at Amuro Tohru.
"Then why don't you just eat the gold? I can help you put the gold into your mouth." The black-haired boy with wild eyes smiled, but his eyes were dark and obscure, and there was a dead silence of nothingness.
The blond man stopped talking.
If he really swallowed a million dollars in gold, he would be dead.
In ancient times, committing suicide by swallowing gold was no joke.
and……
He had no doubt that Kaa could indeed do such a thing. If he continued to insist like this, Kaa might really put gold into his mouth.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became gloomy and terrifying.
"Don't make such an expression. It's just a joke. How could I do this? Right." Tsushima Shuji waved his hand, smiled brightly, and spoke without any gloominess at all.
"It's just one million dollars. If Tou-kun wants it, I will definitely be satisfied~" he said as if sincerely.
Bourbon is a little overreaching and needs to be reminded.
Well, you can’t scare the other person, otherwise he will become a dog that won’t resist...
How disgusting.
"I'm afraid no one can compare to you in terms of hypocrisy." Toru Amuro mocked with a sneer.
"Yes, yes, that's what you said." Tsushima Shuji responded nonchalantly.
"My dear brother should be arriving soon," he said, looking towards the door of the room.
"How do you know? The blood connection between brothers?" Toru Amuro asked in a strange way.
"Of course, we are brothers. Whether it is blood or soul, we can feel each other." Tsushima Shuji said casually and matter-of-factly.
"I thought this kind of feeling could only exist between twins." Midorikawa said curiously.
"Well..." Tsushima Shuji lowered his eyes.
There is nothing wrong with them saying they are twins.
It's just that the age gap seems a bit different.
"Actually, there is no induction, it's just intuition." The young man said.
"He's here." He looked towards the door, his tone calm and determined.
Midorikawa Mu looked at Toru Amuro and chose to get up and open the door.
Zero seems to be feeling a little...off.
Just open the door yourself.
But could it really be Osamu Dazai outside?
Is this something you can do intuitively?
Midorikawa Wu opened the door with full of doubts.
Standing outside the door was a man wearing a black shirt, a white vest, a brown tie, and a white coat.
The bangs on one side were combed up, revealing part of his forehead, making his facial features look sharper.
His eyes are lazy and careless, and his temperament is cool and elegant.
Compared to Tsushima Shuji, who could tell at a glance that his whole body was covered in bandages, the man in white clothes could only see some white bandages around his neck.
"Good morning." He ignored Midorikawa Mu who opened the door, and his eyes fell directly on the young man in the room.
(End of chapter)
