Four days have passed since the Kiyomizu Temple project. These days have been peaceful without any disturbance, and life is like the gears of a machine operating normally.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu has been spending time in the library the past few days.
I don’t know whether it’s because of Sakichu Koto’s high efficiency or the fact that the agent worked hard for commissions, but those houses in the North District were actually sold.
After all, no one’s life is good in the current economic downturn.
To be honest, Minamoto Yorimitsu has no feelings for those houses in the North District.
Although the traditional Chinese mentality is that a house is a home, but if you get it too easily, you will never ignore it, and you won't even take a look at the apartments that belong to you.
Even the long string of numbers on the contract is somewhat unreal.
"Mr. Yuan, the contract is ready. You only need to sign or stamp it. The process is complete and the money will be credited to your account within three working days."
"No problem." Minamoto Yorimitsu took out his seal, dipped it in the ink pad handed to him, stamped it with the balance of the contract, and then added: "Please hurry up, I need money urgently."
"We will arrange this for you as soon as possible."
The intermediary manager seemed to be afraid that he would be too slow to give up, and because he was a big client, he couldn't help but patiently explained: "The payment needs to wait for the buyer to call first, and we also need to help you and the other party handle the taxes, so the middleman will
It will take two to three days.”
"I understand, please do it as soon as possible. It's troublesome." Minamoto Yorimitsu also understands that property transfer is very troublesome, and the district office's work efficiency is not very high. He is just a routine reminder.
"Okay, we will expedite the process."
The cooperation negotiations between the two parties came to a perfect conclusion.
More than 70 million yen will be received soon.
This is the final amount after deducting taxes and agency ratios.
After finishing a bunch of contracts wrapped in plastic folders, Minamoto Yorimitsu felt that he was right to get a seal. If he signed it, his wrist would probably be tired.
The bald intermediary manager sent them out. Before leaving, he warned the other houses on the market that after all, funds are no longer tight now, so they should focus on selling. If they can't sell it, they can rent out the whole house.
Today's sun is like a big fireball, hanging in the sky and flowing out to the ground with scorching heat.
Minamoto Yori felt a little hot when he opened the door, so he turned on the natural air conditioner when he got inside to dissipate the heat from the sun as quickly as possible.
boom--
The passenger door closed with a muffled sound.
Sakichu Koto sat down obediently with a pile of documents in his arms.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu fastened his seat belt and was about to start the car and start reversing, but he glanced at the rearview mirror and frowned and said: "Why are the dark circles under your eyes so heavy? Didn't you sleep last night?"
Today, Sakichu Koto is still wearing the same white shirt, with the corners slightly yellowed by washing. The difference is that the two pairs of calves under the short skirt are wearing black socks.
It seems that he has remembered what he said. After washing his hair, it looks much softer and is hanging down on the collar of his shirt. However, the thin bangs in front of his forehead are still very long, and he still shows the timidity that he dares not to see others.
But what caught Minamoto Yorimitsu's attention was the tiredness and darkness around her eyes.
Sakichu Koto seemed a little sleepy, and it took him a few seconds to react. He quickly shook his head and replied softly: "...No, no, I slept very well."
After saying that, she quickly lowered her head and dwarfed her entire face. As if she was afraid that Minamoto no Laiguang would see something wrong, she hugged the pile of information tightly to her chest and shrank her whole body.
But maybe I was just too tired.
Such a posture only exacerbated her already strong sleepiness.
His head drooped and he kept nodding his head for a few seconds.
Seeing that she felt something was wrong, as if she had stayed up for several nights, Minamoto Yoriguang couldn't help but ask: "If you are too sleepy, I will send you back. Did you not sleep last night..."
Before he could finish his sentence.
Sakichu Kodou suddenly tilted his neck and lay down.
She didn't have the habit of wearing a seat belt after she got in the car. If Minamoto Yoriguang hadn't caught her quickly with quick hands and eyes, he might have put her head in close contact with the central control screen.
"Sakichu-san, Sakichu-san?"
Holding her soft shoulders with both hands, Minamoto Yoriguang called several times, but received no response.
He freed his hands to untie his original safety belt, then changed his position so that Sakichu Kodou lay on top of him, and then stretched out his fingers to smooth away her slender bangs.
It wasn't until he saw Sakichu Koto's face clearly that Minamoto Yorimitsu realized the seriousness of the matter.
A delicate and beautiful little face without any color.
There was heavy melanin around her eye frames. Even if she closed her eyes, she could not hide the look of exhaustion on her face. Her lips were also slightly white and chapped, and even her breathing became weak, even when her fingers touched her skin.
normal temperature.
The whole person looked like his life was in danger.
This immediately frightened Minamoto Yorimitsu.
She didn't look sleepy at all, but more like she had passed out.
Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Minamoto Yorimitsu didn't waste any time. He held her in his arms and pushed her body backwards, pressed down the seat lift with his right hand to let her lie down, and then fastened her seat belt.
She glanced at the document she was holding tightly to her chest after she fainted.
Minamoto Yorimitsu stretched out his hand and pulled it.
Didn't pull.
He was shocked and then reacted.
He used more strength to open Sakiatsu Koto's fingers bit by bit, then took out the document he was holding on his chest and threw it directly in front of the windshield.
After doing all this, Yorimitsu Minamoto calmly put on his seat belt again.
He took out his mobile phone to navigate to the nearest hospital, started the car, lifted the brake, and drove out of the parking lot. He looked at the navigation position and drove in the direction of the hospital.
More than half an hour later.
In the emergency ward of the hospital.
After blood tests and various films.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu patiently listened to the doctor's answer, and then he realized that Sakichu Kodou was either sick or had fainted due to low blood sugar due to not resting for a long time and insufficient energy intake.
There is no special medication treatment.
The nurse just came and hooked up the glucose, and asked Minamoto Yorimitsu not to disturb Sakichu so that her body could get enough rest.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at the pale Sakichu Kodou lying on the hospital bed, thinking about how she held the document tightly before arriving, and already had a rough guess in his mind as to why she fainted.
The rest of the body generally takes eight hours.
As for Sakichu and Kodou, who hadn't rested for too long, they slept from nine in the morning to eight in the evening. Even Minamoto Yorimitsu had a fight because he didn't take a nap.
Until he felt his consciousness gradually becoming hazy.
His sleeve was suddenly pulled gently.
This made Yorimitsu Minamoto suddenly wake up.
He raised his head and saw the face of Sakichu Kodou staring carefully at him.