As soon as the sales director Taro Watanabe came home, before he could sit down, Mrs. Watanabe greeted him happily.

Seeing his wife's cheerful look, he knew that she had definitely encountered something great. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been like this.

After Taro Watanabe sat down, he raised his right hand and stretched out his index and middle fingers, which was not a victorious v, but intended to ask his wife to bring the cigarette for him.

Mrs. Watanabe immediately understood and immediately brought him the cigarette and lighter he had placed at home. She also took out a stick of incense from it and placed it between her husband's right fingers.

Taro Watanabe put the cigarette between the two fingers of his right hand into his mouth as soon as he held it in his mouth, Mrs. Watanabe picked up the lighter with her right hand and lit it for him.

He suddenly felt satisfied and fully enjoyed the beauty of being a man and a head of the family.

Mrs. Watanabe put down the lighter in her hand and said, "Ryoko Ishihara personally called me and invited me to the tea party hosted by Saki Ishihara tomorrow afternoon. This is the first time the other party invited me on his own initiative."

Taro Watanabe understood the reason why his wife was happy. He took a deep breath of cigarette, then slowly clamped the cigarette between the two fingers of his right hand again, and the smoke spit out of his mouth and said, "Are you so happy?"

Mrs. Watanabe said straightforwardly: "I feel like I have taken another solid step towards the direction where the upper class is. No, it is a solid step."

"Who can you receive such an invitation? "Who is it TOEFL?" Taro Watanabe said, "I had already raised his legs and raised them.

"Of course it's TOEFL for you." Mrs. Watanabe replied with a smile.

"Just know. Don't embarrass me for the tea party tomorrow afternoon." Taro Watanabe reminded.

"I understand. Then should you give me some money to buy clothes?" Mrs. Watanabe felt that the clothes in her wardrobe were not suitable for attending the tea party tomorrow afternoon, so she thought that she could go to the mall to buy a brand new high-end outfit in the mall.

"Didn't I give all my salary card to you?" Taro Watanabe didn't plan to pay her any more, after all, he had a lot of money. He pretended to be confused with his understanding.

"You handed me the salary card. However, the bonus and commission you gave, especially the half-year prize, were not handed over to me." Mrs. Watanabe said with her right palm extending towards him.

Since Taro Watanabe got into Nana, the romantic female public relations girl, he has basically spent all his personal money there.

It was indeed difficult and difficult to ask him to take out the money. So he pretended to be stupid and didn't speak, just smoking.

When Mrs. Watanabe saw that he was unwilling to give him more money, she immediately said unhappy: "You mean you don't want to give me money."

It was not the first day that Taro Watanabe met his wife, so he said with a stingy forehead: "I really have no money on my hands."

"What about your money?" Mrs. Watanabe frowned tightly, and asked with a look of a policeman interrogating the suspect.

"Drinking a small part of the drink, and playing with Kazuki lost a large part of it." Taro Watanabe had to lie in front of her.

Mrs. Watanabe had long known that her husband did have the habit of drinking and playing with Brother Baiqing, but she did not completely believe his one-sided words. She half-believed and half-doubtedly said, "Is this really the case?"

"That's it. If you really want to buy clothes, I won't stop you. You can buy it with your credit card first, and then withdraw money from my salary card next month to pay it back."

Taro Watanabe knew that if he didn't give her a yen, he might not be able to pass the test. He had to take out his wallet and draw out a platinum credit card from the card slot and deliver it to her.

Mrs. Watanabe took the platinum credit card and said, "Why don't I know when you applied for a credit card?"

Taro Watanabe had to stammer his neck and said, "After all, I am this man who makes money in the family. It's impossible for me to report everything to you!"

"Then what happened to this credit card?" Mrs. Watanabe asked in detail.

"The business relationship between our Karuizawa Group and Karuizawa Commercial Bank has always been quite good. So the president handed over all the business that the entire group needs to handle credit cards to Karuizawa Commercial Bank.

So, I also went to apply for one." Taro Watanabe didn't make up lies. The purpose of applying for a credit card is to make it more convenient when spending money on his own.

"Since that's the case, then I'll leave the repayment to you. As for what you pay, you can find a way for yourself. Anyway, I won't take the money from my salary card to pay it back."

Mrs. Watanabe doesn't plan to withdraw money from her salary card next month to pay back the bill she is about to spend on on her husband's platinum credit card.

"Wife, you can't do this!" Watanabe Taro immediately showed his unwillingness.

"We made a happy decision like this." Mrs. Watanabe said in an indisputable tone.

"Then you should be more at ease when you buy it tomorrow morning and never buy those that are too expensive." Taro Watanabe said with pain in his flesh.

"Men are easily deteriorated if they have money. I spend more money on your money, just for your own good and prevent you from becoming deteriorated. Besides, if I buy something bad, I will also lose your face and the face of Watanabe's family when I wear it."

Mrs. Watanabe is not unaware that since her husband was promoted to the sales director, his income has increased significantly. He is no longer the man who honestly returns home after work at night.

The monthly money he handed over to his salary card was just basic salary income. Bonus, commissions, half-year prizes, etc. were not paid into the salary card, but were given to their respective hands in the form of cash.

My husband has never given this amount of money to himself. Even if he asked him for it, he would always move out the matter that the two had agreed on long ago, saying that it was his monthly pocket money.

In the past, when the winery had poor performance, I didn’t worry about anything, after all, there was no half-year prize. As for the bonus and commission, it was basically better than nothing.

For wineries that lose money every year, they will still pay this money, which will ensure that the basic salary will be paid on time and on time every month. Therefore, there is no need to worry about anything.

However, since the winery's benefits improved, he was promoted to the sales director. Half-year awards, bonuses, commissions... naturally, the waters have increased.

Although she didn't know how much her husband had, she would use various methods to inquire about the income of other people in Karuizawa Group.
Chapter completed!