The ice cubes gradually melt and the coffee turns slightly white.
Minamoto Yorimitsu compiled the currently known information.
Different crimes reward different things.
"Arrogance comes from superiority and overlooking. It is normal to reward knowledge and skills. It is culture and skills that can distinguish people."
"Laziness comes from unwillingness to work hard, so I was rewarded with improving my physical fitness. Rage comes from hurting others, so I was given a weapon like a saber, which is barely justified."
"And greed actually gave monetary rewards directly——"
Minamoto Yorimitsu's gaze shifted to the left. The screen of his mobile phone on the table turned on, and a text message from a few minutes ago popped up.
It is an automatic SMS reminder of changes in the bank's account status.
[Sumitomo Mitsui Banking Corporation: Transaction reminder: Amount 375424.76 yen Time: September 21, 14:26 Account number: ****1578 Type: Other accounts Transfer balance: 750849.52 yen]
The world is in chaos, but money can provide peace of mind.
No one can escape reality in society.
No matter how noble your personality and sentiments are, you can't avoid these. Whether it's supporting your family, being filial, or interacting with others, if love can continue without money, the whole world resonates with the two of them.
"It disrupted my original plan again..."
Plans cannot keep up with changes, but they still have to make plans. Minamoto norimitsu has always been firm on the necessity of plans, but at the same time he also follows the contingency of plans, so he does not have excessive emotions.
"Let's give some money to our parents later."
The central air conditioner above my head is blowing cold wind, the water mist on the wall of the cup has turned into water droplets, and the ice coffee has lost the meaning of the prefix.
It was still early, so Minamoto Noraimitsu gathered his thoughts, took out his laptop, pressed the power button and waited quietly for it to turn on. He used the built-in keyboard to open his own documents, and then opened the management book at hand.
The fourth year of college is a time when we are about to completely break up with our youth.
As students majoring in management at the Faculty of Economics at Kyoto University, September is the time for fourth-year students to write their graduation thesis, and they must submit their thesis before mid-October.
Minamoto Yorimitsu did not give up his studies just because he had a simulator that was beyond ordinary people.
Academics are a matter of the heart. Being cared about by friends and relatives around you is a way for you to be recognized by mainstream society. It is also a way to improve your inner level. It is also the main way to improve your social status externally.
It is very difficult to obtain these things using materials.
There is no limit to the topic, the content, and the citations.
The open education concept and the thinking that is conducive to innovation have indeed created many talents for this country, so Minamoto Yorimitsu does not intend to follow the mainstream against his will.
Thoughts were swimming freely in my mind, and they touched the solid reef again. Over and over again, they finally left their mark.
Minamoto Yorimitsu thought for a long time, finally put his hand on the keyboard and slowly typed out the bold title.
"On the connection and application of leadership styles and contingency thinking in the process of love relationships"
After studying serious management studies, it seems normal to write a love thesis.
...
The coffee has already bottomed out, leaving only a thin layer of coffee color.
The crimson color of the sunset gradually dyed the streets red, and the reflection on the clean glass was very gentle, making people unconsciously want to lie down lazily.
The electricity bill for the period of time when the store is air-conditioned is not cheap. It is probably equivalent to the profit from the cup of coffee he ordered. In short, capitalists will suffer big losses if they only think about themselves.
Minamoto Yorimitsu turned his sore wrist. The soreness in the corners of his eyes reminded him that it was time to end, and his body slid down involuntarily.
There was a message prompt on the phone, and the screen was cold in the middle, but he didn't look at it just now.
[Lai Guang, what do you want to eat tonight? I have already finished your homework. How about eating oden tonight? I bought some fresh vegetables on sale last night. If I don’t eat them, I’m afraid they will spoil.]
This is the message Kogi Seimei sent on LINE half an hour ago.
[I follow your arrangement.]
Minamoto Yorimitsu replied casually.
[Then I will add some beef to the oden tonight~]
The phone vibrated and the message was replied instantly.
Minamoto Yorimitsu sighed slightly, feeling suddenly a little emotional. He didn't know why the personalities of the two sexes could be interchanged to this extent.
He closed the "Practice of Management" with a somewhat damaged footer, put it into his bag along with the computer that had already saved the document and shut down the computer. He simply packed his things and was ready to leave.
"In late September, the maple leaves in Gion have begun to turn red."
Supporting his chin with his arms, Minamoto no Yorimitsu tilted his head and looked out the window a little tiredly, as the crimson glow began to cover the asphalt flat road.
The shadows of bicycles, pedestrians, and gentle light intersect.
The high-rise buildings in the distance overlap with the classical lofts in the southwest.
After being immersed in the exterior scene for a moment, Minamoto no Yorimitsu's eyes moved slightly, and his gaze shifted to the man and woman on the opposite side of the road outside the window.
"A quarrel between lovers? It doesn't seem like it, and..."
On the other side of the street covered with sunlight, there was a couple of men and women under the telephone pole. The girl was short in stature, wearing casual campus clothes. The slender bangs on her forehead covered her cheeks. She lowered her head and was surrounded by the middle-aged man beside her. It's pulling.
The two seemed to be arguing about something. The man's face was flattering and a little anxious, and he kept talking as if to persuade the girl, while the latter kept her head down and was talking, but she was unmoved no matter how hard the man pulled her. It seemed that she was also. What are you asking for?
Father and daughter?
Judging from his age, it makes sense. Although the middle-aged man has a somewhat slovenly temperament and wears cheap suits that are not neatly arranged, the combination of a well-behaved daughter and an incompetent father seems to be relatively common no matter where he is.
It is also common for an incompetent father to suck blood from his daughter who is still a student.
But this is not the reason why Yorimitsu Minamoto has been paying attention for so long.
"It seems to be called...Sakichu...?"
"I only remember my last name, but I forgot my first name."
He seemed to know that girl. If he really knew her, she might even be his classmate in college.
Minamoto Yorimitsu pondered for a moment, took out his mobile phone and started editing text messages.
After editing the text message, he did not send it immediately.
Instead, put it in your pocket and stop at this interface.
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"Sakichu-san, I'm not deceiving you. If you really need money, I can only think of this method in a short period of time. As long as you listen to me and do it, I will definitely be able to solve your urgent need, even if you It would be even more extraordinary if the director appreciates it."
Xiong Pingyong was secretly anxious.
But he still tried his best to put on a gentle smile on his face. He finally met someone who looked stupid. In addition, thinking that this month's performance was not completed, he was more determined to lead the girl in front of him into a trap. His words were sincere and seductive. To guide the other person's thoughts.
"I need half a million, and I need it now."
The girl who was persuaded didn't seem to be moved at all. Her face was obscured by slender bangs, and her expression was invisible. She just lowered her head and held her pleated skirt and whispered these words.
Hearing this answer that had been repeated hundreds of times, Xiong Pingyang's teeth started to itch.
After all, his patience was limited, and his face gradually turned cold, and he said in a cold voice:
"If Saki Hatsumi keeps insisting on such unreasonable demands, then I will have no choice but to give up this opportunity for you. No one can get something in return without paying."
He still understands the principle of using both soft and hard tactics.
It's just that things didn't seem to be going the way he expected.
The girl was frightened by his sudden change of expression. She subconsciously reached out and grabbed the straw, clutching the other person's arm tightly and her voice trembled.
"As long as you give me five hundred thousand first, you can do whatever you want."