Opening a café, Haruka Yuzan also had his own considerations.
The villa was located in an upscale and bustling district, surrounded mostly by high-end communities.
However, there were only two coffee shops, both situated about three to four kilometers away.
There was a consumer base, and the market was not saturated, which was indeed quite favorable; what remained was the most critical issue.
Capital.
The breeze outside the window, carrying a touch of coolness, awakened the young man's business dreams as the Chinese language teacher recited Tagore's romantic poetry in the classroom.
It was uncertain how many people could grasp that level of depth; perhaps, the girl in front could?
Compared to romance, Haruka Yuzan preferred something more realistic, like money.
He took out his phone and quietly checked the balance on his account,
867,832 yen.
It was a combination of Haruka's savings and the accumulated wishes of tenants over this period.
Among them, Misaki Saki alone had provided Haruka with an astonishing amount of income.
The second source of income came from Reiko Onodera; she went out to work every day, and he could receive twenty percent of Mrs. Onodera's income.
But... although the number seemed intimidatingly huge, if the currency unit after it were not yen, Haruka Yuzan might feel proud of himself.
Unfortunately...
That amount of money was far from enough to do anything... He needed to figure out a way to get more...
His fingers gently rubbed the Lucky Coin in his hand, and his gaze drifted toward the window, where the graceful cherry trees scattered their blossoms in a beautiful disarray.
Having the Golden Finger yet still being concerned about finances felt somewhat ironic, as if the landlord System was not living up to its name...
However, Haruka was not in a rush. Long-term tasks required much preparation.
These days, he would see if he could skim something good from the wish list.
As long as he could get a few more tasks like those from Misaki Saki, he wouldn't have to worry about finances.
There were many ways to make money; it only depended on whether Haruka Yuzan was willing to do them.
Renting, refurbishing, hiring people, buying equipment... there was a lot to do, and Haruka Yuzan always felt like he needed an assistant to help...
An assistant... an assistant... Calm, composed, and with a discerning eye, a female assistant...
If possible, it would be best if she could work for free, which would also save a significant portion of the costs...
The breeze passed by,
Silver strands of hair cascading down her waist, and the air seemed to carry a faint, refreshing scent.
The pretty girl, focused on the blackboard, had a serious look on her fair face, the only one in the class who could truly appreciate Tagore's poetry collection.
.....
"Classmate Haruka, if you really have nothing else to do, you could read more meaningful books to refresh that junk in your head."
Lunch break, in the activity classroom.
Bright sunlight streamed through the windows,
Shining on the lady, making her silver hair glitter in the air.
"Chiba, I'm serious!"
His eyes, like clear autumn waters, held a chill that could make one recoil, but Haruka Yuzan knew that the girl before him was the best choice.
Responsible, attractive, rational, and as a daughter of a distinguished family, she had insights and perspectives that were a cut above the average.
"Why should I become your assistant?"
Without time for self-pity, it rolled and scrambled towards the kitchen.
Only the girl inside would pour cat food and open canned food for it.
.....
In the activity classroom,
The attractive girl bowed her head, pencils scribbling on white paper,
"How much budget do you have?" a cool voice asked. The young lady in a JK pleated skirt school uniform seemed more like a capable little secretary?
A professional person always asks the most critical question right off the bat.
Haruka Yuzan thought for a bit, then said slowly, "How much do you need?"
Chiba Shimizu stopped writing, looked up at the boy,
"Wait for me to make a plan tomorrow, and then you can have a look."
"Okay."
Haruka Yuzan acted like a boss waiting for a subordinate to present a plan, where his job was only to review it and provide the funding.
Unfortunately, this boss was broke.
"Class President, I'm really grateful for your help. Otherwise, I'd still be clueless right now!"
Haruka Yuzan leaned back in his chair, casually picking up "The Great Gatsby" from the desk and began to read.
"The two of them also walked downstairs together, the last rays of sunset tinged with romance, illuminating her face vividly, and her lovely voice drew me to listen closely with bated breath."
Romantic and beautiful sentences, really suited for this season.
One afternoon,
The girl stayed busy writing and drawing at the table while the boy quietly read about Gatsby's rise to wealth beside her.
Neither of them disturbed the other. Employing a genius beauty to work for free? Hmm... definitely a wise decision.
Afternoon
During P.E. class,
The girls, changed into shorts, became an exceptionally striking sight in this lesson.
The volleyball was flying back and forth, alongside the white T-shirts bouncing in tune.
How vexing. Seeing dust settle on the pale thighs of the girls, Haruka Yuzan felt an urge to help clean it off.
"Haruka, the sports festival is coming up, are you interested in signing up to participate?"
Heisuke Yonchu squatted beside Haruka, looking at the frolicking young girls in the center of the field and said with a grin,
"The sports festival is just too important if you want to make a name for yourself in school!!!"
Boys in the throes of adolescence always have a bit of fantasy about these events, dreaming they can stand out and become the school's coolest figure.
Haruka unenthusiastically yawned, as during lunch break, to show that he was on the same team as Class President Chiba,
he too stayed up without napping all afternoon. He had virtually memorized "The Great Gatsby," and ever since he received Quick Thinking, Haruka Yuzan found that no matter what book it was, everything seemed much easier to understand.
This reflected clearly in the speed with which he memorized English vocabulary. Of course, the dimwitted Mizutani Nozomi-sensei hadn't noticed the boy's pace, because he was always fast.
"Eyy! It's time to clock out. Haruka, I don't want to work overtime!"
That day during lunch break, while eating with Mizutani Nozomi on the rooftop and asking her to practice vocabulary, that lazy fish just wouldn't listen at all.
"No way, as a teacher, how can you slack off like that?"
"Ahhh... it's after school hours, we're friends now. Calling me 'teacher' is too formal, just call me Sister Mizutani."
Once they became more familiar, this guy started to show his true colors, a salted fish flaking out on the job.
A very ordinary OL (Office Lady) suit, but worn on this mature little woman, it had a unique and mature charm.