Chapter 135: What Does A Monthly Income Of 5 Million Yen Mean? Omagari City’s Leaders Are Stunned!
And even Hiroshi Nohara couldn’t listen anymore, “Elder Brother, let’s go.” Hiroshi Nohara patted Hiroshi Nohara’s shoulder, “Since I have free time today, let’s go to the city and get the loan settled once and for all.”
“Huh? Oh! Okay!” Hiroshi Nohara jolted back to reality.
Hiroshi Nohara had already discussed the loan with him over the phone before, so he didn’t hesitate at all this time, nodding heavily, “I’ll go get the car!”
And so, the brand-new Toyota Land Cruiser, like a waking steel behemoth, let out a deep, powerful roar on the dirt road filled with rustic charm.
Hiroshi Nohara gripped the steering wheel, his calloused hands now appearing unusually steady.
And Hiroshi Nohara discovered that his elder brother…
seemed to have learned to drive with one hand!
Coupled with the Armani suit he was wearing, bought in Ginza, the sharp lines perfectly accentuated his robust and sturdy physique. His demeanor was resolute, his eyes simple and honest, yet the experience of being a “President” these past few days had added a touch of confidence and composure that he himself hadn’t even noticed.
Hiroshi Nohara nodded inwardly, “Hmm, indeed, as they say, ‘Buddhas rely on gold ornamentation, people rely on clothing,’ that saying is absolutely true!”
Now, his elder brother truly possessed a distinguished aura!
“Hiroshi, are… are we really going to borrow that much money?” Hiroshi Nohara, while skillfully maneuvering the vehicle, which seemed a bit too large for the country road, couldn’t help but ask in a voice filled with uncertainty.
“Not ‘we,’ but ‘you’,” Hiroshi Nohara said nonchalantly, leaning back in the passenger seat. “You are the President of Nohara Agricultural Corporation, and taking out a loan is something a President should do.”
This statement made Hiroshi Nohara pause slightly, “Huh? Me?”
“Mhm,” Hiroshi Nohara shrugged. “However, as a member of the board of directors, I can also be your guarantor. I am your guarantor now.”
“Oh, okay.” Hiroshi Nohara nodded thoughtfully.
Although he didn’t fully understand.
He knew that following his younger brother was the right thing to do.
Hiroshi Nohara looked at the familiar, endless expanse of verdant rice fields ahead, and his honest heart began to beat wildly.
President…
This word, once only heard on television and seemingly out of reach, had now become Hiroshi Nohara’s most authentic identity.
This heavy honor, personally bestowed upon him by his younger brother, infused his already responsible heart with a tremendous power capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks!
“Okay! I understand!” He nodded heavily. All hesitation had vanished from his tanned face, leaving only the blazing fire of a doer.
The car soon drove into the city.
The city center of Omagari City did not have Tokyo’s suffocating skyscrapers, but it had its own prosperity and liveliness, befitting a small city.
The Agricultural Cooperative building was a five-story beige structure that looked quite aged, forming a stark contrast with the brand-new modern building next to it, which bore the sign of “Akita Bank.”
Hiroshi Nohara expertly parked the car in the designated spot in front of the Agricultural Cooperative. His posture was no longer timid; instead, it was replaced by the confidence of a master of his domain.
However, before they could even get out of the car, the smooth glass door of the Agricultural Cooperative was abruptly pushed open from the inside with a “swish.”
A middle-aged man in a sharp suit, with impeccably combed hair, looking to be in his early fifties, hurried out with a beaming smile.
Behind him followed four or five subordinates, also in suits and ties, looking like department heads.
“My, my! President Nohara! Minister Nohara! You’re finally here! We’ve been waiting for a long time!”
The person who emerged was Kentaro Suzuki, the Chairman of the Omagari City Agricultural Cooperative.
This man, who usually wielded absolute authority in the agricultural system of Omagari City like an emperor, now displayed an almost fawning enthusiasm on his chubby face. His demeanor suggested that the Nohara brothers were not two juniors coming for business, but important dignitaries from Tokyo on an inspection.
“Chairman Suzuki, you are too kind,” Hiroshi Nohara quickly got out of the car and shook his hand, feeling somewhat flattered.
Although he was now a “President,” his experience was still very limited compared to these true local power brokers.
Hiroshi Nohara, on the other hand, calmly got out of the car and gave a nod to the overly enthusiastic Chairman, neither subservient nor arrogant.
“Good morning, Chairman Suzuki.”
“Oh, please, please, you flatter me!” Kentaro Suzuki quickly waved his hands. When his squinting eyes saw Hiroshi Nohara’s face, which was even more handsome and youthful than what was in the newspaper, the shock that emanated from the depths of his heart surged like a tidal wave, engulfing his entire being!
“Minister Nohara… you are truly… truly young and promising!”
He rubbed his hands, which were slightly sweaty from excitement, his voice filled with irrepressible awe and envy. “Your works… those few works of yours, our entire Agricultural Cooperative, from me, the Chairman, down to the cleaning lady, are all loyal fans! Especially ‘Super Change Change Change,’ it’s simply… simply a masterpiece! Our useless son at home is constantly imitating the creative ideas from the TV, using bedsheets to mimic ghosts, and nearly gave his grandmother a heart attack!”
This compliment, full of rustic charm, made the Agricultural Cooperative leaders standing nearby let out a burst of good-natured laughter.
“Exactly! Exactly!”
“Minister Nohara is truly the pride of Akita Prefecture!”
“From now on, when we attend meetings and boast to other cities’ Agricultural Cooperatives, we’ll finally have something to talk about!”
Compliments flowed like a tide.
“You are too kind,” Hiroshi Nohara listened quietly, a gentle smile on his face, occasionally offering a polite nod to the praise.
He knew these were merely the exquisite but unfilling appetizers before the main course.
As expected, after the pleasantries, Kentaro Suzuki respectfully invited them into the luxurious reception room on the top floor, which was normally reserved for receiving important leaders.
“Minister Nohara, are you returning this time to… expand the scale of our ‘Nohara Agricultural Corporation’?”
After they were seated, Kentaro Suzuki personally brewed them top-grade Gyokuro tea with a very humble demeanor.
He looked at the young man before him, who, though young, seemed to contain a vast universe capable of encompassing an entire era within his calm eyes. His heart, already weathered by reality, began to beat violently, beyond his control.
He, too, was from a farming background, and it was only through shrewd calculation that he had managed to climb to his current position.
He knew better than anyone how difficult it was to stand out in this seemingly peaceful countryside.
But this young man before him…
He recalled the almost mythical legends about Hiroshi Nohara that he had heard from his friends in Tokyo.
A third-class director, head of the Independent Production Department, with three projects advancing simultaneously, each one a ratings legend capable of making the entire industry tremble!
And his monthly bonus, it was rumored…
Thinking of this, Kentaro Suzuki’s heart pounded even harder. He looked at Hiroshi Nohara and hesitantly probed in a tone of uncertainty, “Um… Minister Nohara, I heard… I just heard, that your monthly bonus at the television station is… is over five million yen?”
“Boom—!”
This figure exploded in everyone’s minds like a real atomic bomb!
In the reception room, the Agricultural Cooperative leaders who had been sitting by the side simultaneously gasped, their faces filled with incredulous horror!
Five million!
In one month!
What… what kind of concept was this?!
This money was enough for them, these so-called “leaders,” to save for a full ten years without eating or drinking!
And this was just one month’s bonus for him!
“It’s not that exaggerated.”
Amidst the stunned silence and absurdity, Hiroshi Nohara’s voice was as calm as a bottomless lake.
He picked up his teacup, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and calmly corrected, “Five million is just the base bonus. If you include advertising revenue share and year-end dividends, the average comes to… around ten million, I suppose.”
“…”
The entire reception room instantly fell into an eerie silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
If five million was an atomic bomb, then ten million was a space-based weapon capable of destroying all their perceptions!
Kentaro Suzuki felt his brain churn into a complete mess, as if it had been put through a high-speed blender!
He stared blankly at the young man before him, who was calmly sipping his Gyokuro tea, as if he hadn’t just mentioned ten million, but a thousand yen. His heart, already weathered by reality, was shattered at this moment by an unprecedented, immense power known as “dimensional reduction strike”!
This was beyond their comprehension!
Forget Omagari City.
Even in Akita Prefecture, which young person or successful entrepreneur could have this income!?
“Min… Minister Nohara…” His voice became hoarse from extreme shock, and he subconsciously switched to the most respectful honorifics. “Please… please rest assured! From today onwards, matters concerning the Nohara family will be the matters of our entire Omagari City Agricultural Cooperative! All procedures will have a green light! All policies will be tilted to the maximum extent! If anyone dares to obstruct you from behind, I, Kentaro Suzuki, will be the first to object!”
This declaration, full of the intention to pledge loyalty, caused all the Agricultural Cooperative leaders present to unconsciously straighten their backs, their faces filled with a resolute sense of shared honor.
“We are truly grateful to the leaders of the Agricultural Cooperative.”
Hiroshi Nohara simply smiled calmly. He turned his head and gave a knowing glance to his elder brother, who was equally overwhelmed by the statement.
Hiroshi Nohara instantly understood.
He took out a thick envelope, carefully wrapped in brown paper, from his seemingly ordinary briefcase and respectfully placed it in front of Kentaro Suzuki.
“Chairman Suzuki, this is a small token of our appreciation from my brother and me. It’s not much, but we hope you… will accept it.”
Kentaro Suzuki’s eye twitched almost imperceptibly.
He looked at the envelope, its thickness, its weight…
His heart, long accustomed to the nuances of money and power, pounded even harder at this moment.
He knew that what was inside was more than just money.
It was also a massive favor that would allow him to firmly establish his footing in this small territory!
“Oh, my! Minister Nohara! President Nohara! What are you doing?” he said, but his chubby hand had already, and subtly, moved the envelope closer to him.
His smile grew even brighter, and his voice was filled with genuine enthusiasm. “Right! I just heard from President Nohara that you are here to… arrange a loan?”
“Yes,” Hiroshi Nohara nodded.
“A small matter! This is all a small matter!”
Kentaro Suzuki slapped the table, his demeanor suggesting that Hiroshi Nohara wasn’t asking for a loan, but for a cabbage from his backyard.
He grabbed the phone on the table and roared into the receiver with an almost commanding tone, “Hello! Is this President Oshima of Akita Bank?! It’s me! Kentaro Suzuki! You, immediately, right now! Bring your loan department manager and get yourselves over to the Agricultural Cooperative! I have a most important guest from Tokyo here! If you dare to be negligent, you’ll regret it!”
His domineering roar made everyone present instinctively flinch.
Only Hiroshi Nohara continued to calmly sip his tea, a faint smile on his lips.
Although the bank and the Agricultural Cooperative were not directly related.
Their connection was not insignificant.
If a bank wanted to provide loans, by establishing a relationship with the Agricultural Cooperative, then it would be as it is now: whenever an agricultural professional came, they would directly approach a bank that had a good relationship with the Chairman, wouldn’t they?
This was a living, breathing performance, and a continuous one at that!
This phone call from Kentaro Suzuki was less a command and more like offering President Oshima of Akita Bank an enormous opportunity that would make him smile in his sleep.
As expected, before Hiroshi Nohara could finish his second cup of Gyokuro tea, the heavy wooden door of the reception room was once again pushed open with a bang.
This time, two people rushed in, not one.
Leading the way was a man with a receding hairline, a slightly plump build, and a commercial smile plastered on his face. He was the branch manager of Akita Bank’s Omagari City branch, Keisuke Oshima.
Behind him followed a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking shrewd and capable. He was the manager of the credit department, Takuya Kobayashi.
The two had clearly run over, a fine layer of sweat on their foreheads, and their crisp suits were slightly wrinkled from their strenuous movement, but this did not diminish the genuine, almost fanatical excitement on their faces.
“Chairman Suzuki! We’re here!” Keisuke Oshima’s voice, loud enough to shake the roof, preceded his arrival.
When his gaze fell upon the two Nohara brothers in the reception room, surrounded by Agricultural Cooperative leaders, sitting calmly as if enjoying tea in their own backyard, his eyes, which had long been accustomed to the intricacies of money and social dynamics, instantly erupted with a searing intensity comparable to a searchlight!
He didn’t even have time to exchange pleasantries with his “benefactor,” Chairman Suzuki, before he lunged forward and bowed deeply to Hiroshi Nohara and Hiroshi Nohara.
A standard ninety-degree bow filled with awe and humility!
“Minister Nohara! President Nohara! It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Keisuke Oshima of Akita Bank! This is our credit department manager, Kobayashi! We’ve long heard of your great reputations, and meeting you today, you truly are… dragons among men, dragons among men!”
This compliment, full of underworld jargon, made Hiroshi Nohara’s tanned face instantly turn the color of a pig’s liver.
He stood up awkwardly, wanting to return the bow, but unsure how to present himself to this leader who, as the bank president, was normally far above him.
After all, for ordinary people, the bank president was a big shot.
Hiroshi Nohara, however, remained seated calmly, without even lifting his backside.
He simply smiled and nodded to the bank president, who was almost bending himself in half, neither subservient nor arrogant.
“President Oshima, you are too kind.”
This nonchalant demeanor further stirred the awe in Keisuke Oshima’s heart like a surging tidal wave!
This young man before him was definitely not someone a branch manager of a small local bank could easily offend.
“Alright, alright, no need to stand. Sit down and let’s talk.”
Kentaro Suzuki, the Chairman of the Agricultural Cooperative, finally found an opportunity to display his “hospitality.”
He acted like the most enthusiastic host, inviting the two bank officials to sit.
“Oshima, I called you here today because there’s a tremendous opportunity that will benefit you.”
He picked up his teacup, lightly skimming off the foam with the lid, his voice imbued with authority. “These two young talents from the Nohara family are planning to make great strides in our Omagari City, contributing to the development of our hometown’s agriculture. Now, they require some startup capital. As a banker, shouldn’t you… show some initiative?”
“Of course! Of course!” Keisuke Oshima nodded repeatedly, his receding hairline bobbing like a toy rattle.
He turned to look at Hiroshi Nohara, his commercial smile replaced by the sincerest humility:
“Minister Nohara, please rest assured! Regarding the loan, Akita Bank will certainly provide you with the most favorable and top-tier policy support! In terms of interest rates, we will absolutely adhere to the lowest standards set by the state! For procedures, we will also establish a dedicated fast track, ensuring that the funds are deposited into your company’s account in the shortest possible time!”
This sincere declaration made all the Agricultural Cooperative leaders present nod with satisfaction.
“Very good,” Hiroshi Nohara finally put down his teacup. He looked at the two bankers, who were already feeling somewhat suffocated by his invisible aura, and said calmly, “In that case, let’s discuss the specific details.”
He paused, and under their increasingly intense gazes, he slowly extended three fingers.
“Three hundred million yen. That is our demand for the first phase of the loan.”
“…”
The entire reception room instantly fell into an eerie silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Keisuke Oshima and Takuya Kobayashi almost simultaneously gasped, their faces filled with incredulous horror!
Three hundred million!
This number exploded in their minds, which were accustomed to dealing with “tens of millions,” like a real atomic bomb!
They had expected that the other party would at most borrow tens of millions, or at most, one hundred million.
Who knew this young man would start with… three hundred million!
This amount was enough for their small branch to achieve its entire year’s KPI!
“Min… Minister Nohara…” Keisuke Oshima’s voice became hoarse from extreme shock, and a fine sheen of cold sweat appeared on his receding hairline. “Three… three hundred million yen… This… this is not a small sum. According to regulations, we will need… we will need you, the guarantor, to provide… your income and employment verification.”
As he spoke, his shrewd eyes subtly scanned Hiroshi Nohara’s face, a last, small hint of probing hidden in the depths of his gaze.
He wanted to see if this young man truly had the strength or was merely bluffing.
Besides, the bank had very strict management of non-performing loans.
Although he was the branch manager in Omagari City.
However…
He could not afford any risk!
“It’s only right,” Hiroshi Nohara said with a calm smile, as if everything was within his expectations.
He took out a meticulously prepared document, wrapped neatly in a transparent folder, from his seemingly ordinary briefcase, and casually handed it over.
“This is a copy of my work ID, bank statements, and salary slips from the past six months. You can take a look.”
Keisuke Oshima and Takuya Kobayashi exchanged glances, seeing an unsuppressible tension in each other’s eyes.
Kobayashi Takuya, the manager of the credit department, took a deep breath and, with an almost reverent posture, received the thin folder, which felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, with both hands.
Then he slowly opened it.
Next.
His pupils suddenly constricted!
The first page of the folder was a beautifully made copy of a work ID card, with a one-inch bareheaded photo of Hiroshi Nohara attached.
The young man in the photo had clear features and sharp eyes, full of confidence.
And below the photo, the position marked in bold Song font was like an invisible heavy hammer, hitting his heart fiercely!
Tokyo Television Station · Production Bureau · Independent Production Department · Director — Hiroshi Nohara
Director!
And he’s the Director of the Independent Production Department!
Kobayashi Takuya felt his breathing completely stop.
Although he was just a manager at a small local bank, he knew very well what the position of “Director” meant in a behemoth like Tokyo Television Station.
It meant that this young man in front of him had already reached the very pinnacle of the entire Neon television industry!
Trembling, he turned to the second page.
It was a pay slip with a simple format but contents that would drive anyone crazy.
Name: Hiroshi Nohara
Position: Director of Independent Production Department · Third-Class Director
Base Salary: 1,000,000 Yen
Position Allowance: 500,000 Yen
Project Bonus · An Shizhi: 600,000 Yen
Project Bonus · World of the Strange: 1,400,000 Yen
Project Bonus · Super Change Change Change: 2,200,000 Yen
Total: 5,700,000 Yen
“…”
The entire reception room fell into an eerie, pin-drop silence once more.
If the position of “Director” was an atomic bomb, then this string of numbers, long enough to suffocate anyone, was a space-based weapon capable of destroying all their perceptions!
Oshima Keisuke felt his brain was completely churned into a paste by a high-speed blender!
He snatched the pay slip, his eyes, long accustomed to money and power, staring intently at the astronomical total amount.
“Ten… hundred… thousand… ten thousand… hundred thousand… million…”
He stammered as he counted the zeros, feeling his heart about to jump out of his throat.
“Five… Five million seven hundred thousand Yen?! This… this is just your monthly… income?!”
“No.”
Amidst this silence filled with shock and absurdity, Hiroshi Nohara’s voice was as calm as a bottomless lake.
He picked up his tea cup, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and unhurriedly corrected, “This is just the salary and bonuses from the television station. If you include my manga royalties and advertisement revenue share, it averages out to about… ten million Yen.”
“…”
The entire reception room was speechless.
Everyone stared blankly at the young man calmly sipping his tea, their faces filled with disbelief and shock.
They felt as if they weren’t entertaining a client, but meeting a living God of Wealth walking among them!
“Director… Director Nohara…”
Oshima Keisuke could no longer hold on; this man who was second to none in Omagari City Bank, slid from his chair with a “thump.”
He crawled on his hands and knees to Hiroshi Nohara, all the commercial smiles gone from his chubby face, replaced by a pure reverence from the depths of his soul.
He bowed ninety degrees on the spot and said loudly:
“Please… please rest assured! Three hundred million! No! Five hundred million! Just say the word, and our Akita Bank will do everything it can, even if it means selling everything we own! The interest rate… the interest rate will be at our bank’s internal employee welfare standard! No! Even lower than that! Consider it… consider it a small token of our bank’s filial piety to you!”
This humble declaration made everyone present involuntarily gasp.
The bank manager had never been so polite before.
Only Hiroshi Nohara continued to calmly sip his tea and nodded, “Then I’ll be counting on you, Bank Manager Oshima Keisuke.”
…
Night fell, and the lights came on.
In the most luxurious izakaya in Omagari City, the lights were bright, and the warm orange glow cast a hazy, poetic atmosphere over the private room.
A banquet filled with the flavors of the countryside and capital was in full swing.
“Come, come! I’ll toast Director Nohara again!”
Kentaro Suzuki, the Chairman of the Agricultural Cooperative, his face flushed red from drinking, said with his wine glass in hand: “Director Nohara, you are the pride of our Omagari City! You are the unicorn of Akita Prefecture! From now on, our entire Agricultural Cooperative will follow your lead! If you tell us to go east, we will never go west!”
“Chairman Suzuki is right!”
Oshima Keisuke, the bank manager, his tongue also slurring from drinking, clung to Hiroshi Nohara’s arm as if he were grasping a life-saving straw, his voice filled with irrepressible excitement: “President Nohara! From now on, we are family! Your ‘Nohara Agricultural Corporation’ will be our Akita Bank’s most valued VIP client! If you need anything, just ask! Money is not an issue!”
Looking at this scene full of contrast, Hiroshi Nohara and Hiroshi Nohara exchanged glances, seeing a knowing smile of satisfaction in each other’s eyes.
Time passed quickly.
As the banquet, filled with “strategic significance,” gradually subsided before the midnight chime, Kentaro Suzuki and Oshima Keisuke, both thoroughly drunk, were helped home by their subordinates.
Before leaving, Hiroshi Nohara placed the two bottles of “Juyondai” he had prepared into Kentaro Suzuki’s arms.
The Chairman of the Agricultural Cooperative, holding the two heavy wooden boxes as if they were newborn children, mumbled repeatedly, “Good brother,” “So thoughtful,” his chubby face beaming with a sense of immense satisfaction as if he had gained the whole world.
Just like the small town leaders in Huaxia in 1990, though they had drunk Maotai before, who could truly ignore two bottles of Maotai being given to them?
This represented weight!
He patted his chest and drunkenly promised Hiroshi Nohara that tomorrow, no, tonight, he would draft a report overnight to submit the Nohara brothers, these exemplary models of “returning home to start a business and giving back to their hometown,” to Akita Prefecture!
He would strive to obtain the highest honor and the greatest policy support for them!
After all, Neon was also advocating for rural development.
Developing agriculture.
Now, here was a good role model!
Watching the cars disappear unsteadily into the night, Hiroshi Nohara let out a long sigh of turbid air, mixed with alcohol and emotion.
“Hiroshi, we… we’ve… handled it?” His tanned face still held a sense of unreality, as if it were a dream.
Three hundred million Yen.
Just in an afternoon, then had a meal, and it was done?
“Yes, it’s handled.” Hiroshi Nohara smiled and nodded, tossing the car key to his Crown Majesta to his elder brother: “You drive, I’m a bit tired.”
“Ah? I… I also drank.” Hiroshi Nohara subconsciously started to refuse.
“It’s fine.” Hiroshi Nohara just waved his hand, his demeanor so nonchalant as if he were talking about a trivial matter: “Go ahead and drive.”
Hiroshi Nohara looked at his younger brother’s handsome profile, which was full of “I’m willing,” and the concerns caused by the alcohol instantly vanished.
He grinned, revealing a simple and honest smile, skillfully got into the driver’s seat, and started the V8 engine.
The black beast let out a low roar, carrying the two brothers into the quiet night, filled with the rustic atmosphere.
“Alright, Big Brother.” Hiroshi Nohara leaned against the passenger seat, watching the fields whiz by outside the window, and teased casually: “You’re getting bold now, daring to drive after drinking?”
“Hehe.” Hiroshi Nohara’s tanned face showed the confidence of an old country driver: “It’s fine, I’m not drunk. Besides, in our countryside, there aren’t so many rules. Those on the street are either relatives or friends. If we really run into traffic police, we can just roll down the window, say hello, offer a cigarette, and they’ll let us pass. No one will really make things difficult for us.”
This logic, filled with the flavor of a “society of human relations,” made Hiroshi Nohara unable to hold back and burst into hearty laughter.
“Hahaha! Then why did you say you couldn’t drive in front of Miss Ikuna last night?” He turned his head, his clear eyes twinkling with mischievous anticipation.
“I…”
This stark contrast was like the sharpest knife, precisely piercing Hiroshi Nohara’s already fragile heart.
His tanned face turned red to his ears at a visible speed.
“I… I was… I was showing respect!” He stammered for a long time, and finally, with his neck stiffened, roared in a tone that was almost angry: “Big Brother’s matters are none of your business as a younger brother! Just take care of yourself!”
His flustered appearance, pretending to be fierce, only made Hiroshi Nohara laugh even more heartily.
Outside the car window were the bright moon of his hometown and the vast rice fields, shimmering with a silvery glow under the moonlight.
Inside the car were the long-lost warm and joyful laughter of the two brothers.
Everything was moving in a good direction.
Everything was becoming perfect!
PS: Four chapters are done today, hope everyone gives some monthly tickets and recommendation tickets~ I’ll write more daily updates~ I had some family matters and work matters these past two days, otherwise I could have exploded with more updates. Once I’m done with my business, I’ll continue to work hard on writing~ Thank you all for your support~
