She put away her phone.
Sitting in the taxi, Kato Megumi smiled with satisfaction.
It was truly a smile.
Her lips only lifted slightly.
When she first touched the money in her pocket, she was quite angry.
The amount was a bit hefty.
She couldn't help but wonder if Yukiya Yuki was giving her money as a thank you for coming over and taking care of Byakuyamaru.
Wouldn't that make it seem like he was hiring her?
She couldn't accept that in terms of their relationship.
But Yukiya Yuki clarified that it was for the taxi fare.
Then, Kato Megumi felt happy again.
Because Yukiya Yuki was considerate of her small matters.
She had been thinking that after paying for this taxi fare, she would have to be a little more frugal for the next few days.
Although she wouldn't complain about it.
And it really made Kato Megumi happy to be noticed.
The next day.
Morning class time.
Looking at the empty seat.
Kato Megumi blinked her eyes.
As soon as the morning class was over, Eriri immediately ran to Kato Megumi's seat.
"It seems like Yuki is absent again, Kato, do you know anything about it?"
Eriri asked with some anxiety.
How to put it?
Her mood was complicated.
Eriri wanted to find out what was going on with Yukiya Yuki, but she didn't want Kato Megumi to know the inside story.
Otherwise, wouldn't it make it seem like Kato Megumi was closer to Yukiya Yuki than she was?
"Eh? Even if you ask me that, I don't know anything."
"We went home together yesterday, if you don't know, I certainly..."
Kato Megumi shrugged her shoulders.
Eriri sighed in relief: "So that's it."
If Yukiya Yuki didn't tell her where he was going, but did tell Kato Megumi...
She felt like she would cry out of frustration.
However, before Eriri could relax.
Kato Megumi's phone, which was in the desk drawer, vibrated.
Under Eriri's gaze.
Kato Megumi took out her phone: "It's a message from Yuki-kun."
Eriri seemed petrified.
It was as if a small ghost with twintails floated out of her mouth.
After reading the message, Kato Megumi showed the LINE screen to Eriri.
It contained only one sentence.
【Megumi, I have something to do today and won't be home, please take care of Byakuyamaru!】
After reading it, Eriri came back to her senses.
He didn't specifically state where he was going.
He just asked Kato Megumi to take care of Byakuyamaru.
That made her feel a little better.
"Really, what in the world is that guy up to?"
What was Yukiya Yuki doing?
This week was truly busy.
After the formal battle, club activities, and so on.
The sales proceeds for the game overseas finally arrived.
Yukiya Yuki had the successful case from his past life as a guide.
In terms of spreading the game, he directly partnered with the largest online communication software in each country.
‘Sheep the Sheep’ itself was small and could be directly made into a mini-game.
The monetization model was also set as a free-to-play model with no additional paid items, relying solely on advertising revenue.
The first level was easy to learn, while the second level was so difficult that even with a cheat code, it was hard to pass.
After dying in the game, players could revive or get item assistance by sharing the game with friends or watching ads.
This interconnected system made the game spread like a virus.
Advertisers were throwing money around like it was nothing.
The net profit for the first month overseas finally settled at seven hundred million Dragon Coins.
The reason for using Dragon Coins was because most of the net profit came from Dragon Country.
After all, they had a vast land and population, making them perfect for this monetization model.
Converted into Sakura Coins.
The final amount was: 1.5 billion.
As seed funding, it was more than enough.
So, Yukiya Yuki had to get moving.
Today he took the day off, took his already prepared visa, and was ready to go abroad.
His destination was Wall Street.
This miserable place, Sakura Country, had serious class solidification, and the upper-lower class concept was harder than a stone in a toilet.
This 1.5 billion, if directly operated in Sakura Country.
It would inevitably be bitten by this politician and nibbled by that CEO.
The best way to talk to these brain-dead 30-40 year old Sakura Country ‘nobles’.
Was to directly jump out of the rules they set.
Find a compatible partner on Wall Street.
Operate investment matters outside of Sakura Country.
If necessary, inject capital from outside into Sakura Country.
Once you jump out of the rules and have an equal dialogue.
Those guys who wanted to come and bite would have to think about whether their teeth would break.
But, although the plan was good.
Finding a like-minded collaborator was not so easy.
As soon as he got off the plane.
Yukiya Yuki saw a shifty-eyed white man at the pick-up point, holding a sign with ‘Yukiya Yuki’ written on it, swaying it back and forth.
Before Yukiya Yuki could get there.
The man spotted Yukiya Yuki.
He ran directly towards him.
"Dude, is that you?"
"Yeah, are you Paul?"
The two of them communicated in English with no hindrance.
After all, Yukiya Yuki's language proficiency skill was at lv6.
One more level and it would reach the level of superhuman mastery.
Under the effect of the skill, except for a few special languages, Yukiya Yuki was at a professional level in all languages.
Especially the United Nations' official languages, he was proficient in them all.
Come to think of it, if things ever went south... maybe becoming a translator was a way out.
"Come on, bro, I'll take you out for a welcome drink, I didn't expect you to be so young."
Paul reached out to put his arm around Yukiya Yuki's neck.
Yukiya Yuki extended a hand, swatting away the hand that was reaching for him.
"Cut it out, I'm short on time, and I paid you enough, just get to work."
Upon hearing this, Paul shrugged helplessly, gesturing: boss, you're the one who's in charge.
At the same time, he thought to himself, this young looking kid, how come he doesn't fall for anything.
He wanted to take this guy out to eat, but it seemed impossible now.
Fortunately, the compensation he paid was generous enough.
Better to just do the work honestly.
Paul's shifty eyes could tell who he could mess with and who was best to avoid.
(ps: New book launching, please give flowers, tickets, monthly tickets, and don't hold back on your rewards, every bit of support from readers is a hundred points of motivation for the author! Support Sanqi, you won't get lost, Sanqi's typing is on the highway!)