[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 4, Chapter 10)

Chapter Ten: A Sudden Hope

Nabeshima Seiun was right; it was his precious daughter who saved his life. If Nabeshima Miho hadn't

suddenly rushed in, and if I hadn't seen her wearing the Sakura Academy uniform, Nabeshima Seiun wouldn't have escaped

this fate. The reason was simple: as a teacher at Sakura Academy, he should at least give his students some

face.

Besides, Nabeshima Seiun was also a core leader of the Sumiyoshi-kai, Tokyo's second-largest yakuza group. Keeping him alive might

prove useful in the future.

As for whether he might turn on me? Sorry, a doctor is never afraid of any danger. Asking him to risk having

his entire family killed to kill me is probably impossible—Nabeshima Seiun loves

his daughter so much; naturally, he wouldn't want anything to happen to her. An enemy with flaws is no longer a threat.

Even Otomo Masao's biggest backer didn't support him; instead, he ordered him not to oppose the kidnappers. Therefore, today's

crazy kidnapping operation with my three concubines had no worries about the consequences.

On the contrary, the girls' outspokenness garnered immense support from the Japanese public, with

some even requesting on television that the "Justice Holy War Group" go to Okinawa and

kidnap those beastly American soldiers.

When the girls called to discuss this, they were practically itching to do it, but I quickly stopped them from taking any dangerous

action. Kidnapping Uncle Sam's active-duty soldiers is no joke; it would immediately

change the nature of the incident, so why get involved?

The girls also understood that if they actually did it, the US military might immediately retaliate, potentially triggering a war!

It's precisely because of this shared concern that the Japanese public, police, military, and even the underworld

have never kidnapped American soldiers at naval bases.

They were simply incredibly proud and somewhat overconfident after witnessing my

seemingly miraculous methods, but after a long and earnest lecture, they reluctantly abandoned this dangerous idea.

Leaving aside that night that stirred up Japan, the next morning, upon waking and turning on the television, I saw several channels

still broadcasting reports of demonstrations at the US naval base in Okinawa, marches in front of the Imperial Palace, and the

throngs of people crowding in front of the Otomo Building. It was all just a fleeting glimpse, but then I suddenly spotted a familiar

middle-aged , and a smile involuntarily spread across my face.

It only took me about ten minutes to walk from my house to the third street of Honjo. There, in front of me stood

an old building, only two stories high with eight small apartments, looking quite dilapidated. I went straight to

apartment and rang the doorbell.

This time, unlike the previous dozen or so times, the door opened after just one minute. Standing in the entryway

was a strikingly beautiful young woman, her eyes sparkling with surprise.

"I saw your mother on TV, so I knew you were back in Tokyo,"

I said with a smile, standing at the door.

"The neighbor lady said you'd been looking for us many times. Is something wrong?"

Xinzi asked gently, a brown Chow Chow squeezed in beside her.

"Can we talk inside?"

I asked with a friendly smile, trying to put her at ease.

Xinzi considered for a moment, then gracefully stepped back. "Please come in."

Entering their house for the first time, I found it small, less than six square meters. The bedroom and living room were

combined, but it was warmly decorated. The materials and appliances were somewhat old, but

there were always new touches amidst the age, indicating that the girl and her mother had decorated it.

"Have some green tea,"

I said, sitting at the low table. The girl brought me a steaming cup of tea. "This is from our hometown

."

I took a sip; although it wasn't a famous tea, it was fragrant. "Have you gone back to

your hometown ?"

"Yes, my mother-in-law is sick, and prices in Tokyo are so high, so it was a good opportunity to go back and help with

the crops in the fields,"

Xinzi said calmly, without a trace of self-pity.

That's how people are. Many things others don't see as wrong, yet they feel inferior and self-pitying. If you

don't respect yourself, how can you expect others to respect you? Xinzi's composure made me

admire . "Alright, I won't beat around the bush, lest you think I have ulterior motives."

I handed her a business card. "Tomorrow afternoon, you can go to this place. There's

a very excellent doctor there, a good friend of mine, who can help with your leg."

Xinzi took the card, glanced at it, and smiled faintly. "Suzuki Private Clinic, that's Kyoka-neechan's clinic.

The friend you mentioned, is that the new, mysterious doctor?"

"Yes, you can go directly to him. It'll be better to arrange the surgery as soon as possible."

"Thank you for your kindness, sir."

The girl placed the card on the table. "But I can't go now."

"Why? Don't you trust his medical skills?"

"No, everyone around us knows this gentleman's medical skills are absolutely top-notch,"

Xinzi smiled, her guard lessening. "But we don't have enough money right now. Once

Mom gets Dad's compensation, we'll have enough, and then I'll go."

The girl's legs were only slightly injured, not seriously, so for patients

like her , I had Kyoka collect the necessary materials. Even

waiving medical fees for Xinzi's leg length discrepancy, the materials and medicines would still cost at least five million yen.

Five million yen must be a considerable sum for their family.

I nodded. "Your father was also an employee of one of the companies that Otomo Masao maliciously bankrupted?"

"Yes, he worked for that company for fifteen years, and in the end, he had nothing. He

drowned his sorrows in alcohol , and one day he was in a car accident on the street..."

The girl's eyes held deep longing and reminiscence.

"Then this time you can get ten times the compensation,"

I estimated.

"Why ten times?"

"Because they died tragically after losing their jobs, shouldn't it be ten times?"

I said calmly, "As long as your mother asks, Masao Otomo definitely won't dare to object."

"No need, just be like everyone else,"

the girl chuckled softly. "My father's death has nothing to do with him; we can't blackmail others."

Walking out of Kaoruko's house, the warm sunlight felt on my skin, warming my heart as well.

This kind of lovely and pure girl truly deserves help!

Five minutes later, a scream suddenly erupted from the top-floor office of the Otomo Building. The employees rushed

out and saw their boss already at the elevator, frantically pressing buttons, sweating profusely,

looking terrified.

"Chairman, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. You all hurry up and get your work done. Make sure the compensation for those employees

is settled properly , don't be negligent at all, understand?"

Masao Otomo ordered without turning his head.

"Yes, Chairman, we'll do our best!"

As everyone answered, Masao Otomo rushed into the elevator.

Those seated on this floor were all Masao Otomo's trusted subordinates. Since being knocked

unconscious , they'd been suddenly summoned to a meeting by their boss, and then relentlessly urged back to

the company by his persistent phone calls at 9:30 PM.

They could sense that Otomo's attitude had softened with each passing day, even bordering on

trembling with fear .

The boss's transformation from a greedy, unscrupulous businessman to a righteous man willing to admit his mistakes was too rapid and

sudden, leaving everyone somewhat disoriented. After muttering a few words, the employees returned to their offices and began

the tense and busy work of compiling and calculating severance pay for over 18,000 people—an incredibly demanding task.

It seemed this month would be another month of frantic overtime.

Otomo, after exiting the elevator, ran all the way to the spacious lobby on the second floor, where he finally

stopped, panting heavily.

The lobby had been temporarily converted into a registration hall. Thirty Otomo Trading Company employees sat behind desks,

filling out forms for all employees seeking compensation. Once both parties confirmed the amount, they would receive their

generous severance pay within three days at the latest. As Masao Otomo rushed in, thousands of people cast complex glances at him

, mostly filled with contempt and hatred, with only a few showing gratitude. They all knew what had happened;

this former boss had agreed to the hefty compensation not out of kindness, but because of the "Justice Holy War Group

's" efforts yesterday. They wouldn't be grateful to him.

Even now, Otomo didn't care about their looks. In his mind, these people

were still like ants; he wasn't afraid of them.

Snatching a microphone, Otomo jumped onto a table and shouted, "Which one of you is Ms.

Yonehara Tsuko? Ms. Yonehara Tsuko, please come this way!"

The loudspeaker was already very loud, and his shouting made the already quiet

second-floor hall even more clearly audible.

Seeing no response, Masao Otomo, his face contorted with worry, shouted again, "Please come here, Ms. Yonehara Tsuko!

I have something to discuss with you regarding her severance pay. There's absolutely nothing else to it, please don't misunderstand!"

If possible, Otomo would have called her "Grandma."

Just as he was becoming increasingly anxious, a demure woman in her thirties

approached him from about five meters away: "President Otomo, I am Yonehara Tsuko."

"Ah, Ms. Yonehara, you're finally out! This way, please!"

Otomo quickly jumped down, bowing and ushering her into a small room nearby. The room was surrounded

by glass, allowing a clear view inside, which gradually calmed Yonehara Tsuko's heart.

Otomo asked Yonehara Tsuko to sit down, then brewed a cup of tea and respectfully offered it to her with both hands.

This politeness left Yonehara Tsuko puzzled.

"President Otomo, are you trying to get me to give up the compensation?"

Yonehara Tsuko mustered her courage and said, "That's impossible. I'm not asking for ten times the severance pay, but I absolutely need

five times the severance pay. It concerns my daughter's happiness!"

"Five times?"

Otomo Masao was taken aback.

"Five times is the minimum. Didn't you say you would definitely give it? Besides, my husband is also..."

Otomo Masao quickly waved his hand, interrupting Yonehara Tsuko, "Five times isn't enough. It should be at least fifty

times !"

"Fifty...fifty times?"

Yonehara Tsuko thought she had misheard.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I misspoke."

Otomo Masao thought she was dissatisfied and his heart tightened with fear, "It's five hundred times! Five hundred times!"

Saying that, he took out his checkbook, wrote something down for a while, and handed it to Yonehara Tsuko with a smile.

"Madam, if it's not enough, I'll add more. You absolutely must be satisfied!"

He added in his heart, "If you're not satisfied, my life is over!"

Looking at the string of zeros on the check, Yonehara Tsuko's mind went completely blank...

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