"That's great!"
Sazuka Yoshikane's face lit up with joy and excitement. "But I'll have to pay you after a while. Could you hold onto this consecutive-numbered bill for me first?"
"That shouldn't be a problem..."
Off to the side, Sato Miwako watched the crime scene where they were investigating suspects suddenly turn into a marketplace for rare currency, and the corner of her mouth twitched violently.
I told you to disguise yourself, and you actually went all in?
You even made more than my monthly salary...
How can you make money everywhere you go?
Besides Sato Miwako, Emoto Masashi was also speechless. "I'm saying, there should be a limit to your obsession with this kind of special currency, shouldn't there?"
"You just spent another five hundred thousand."
"Hahaha..."
Sazuka Yoshikane smiled sheepishly. "Come to think of it, thank you for helping me out last time. Oh, right, I mailed the thirty thousand yen I borrowed from you via cashier's check. Did you get it?"
"Of course I got it."
Emoto Masashi nodded, then looked at him again and sighed helplessly. "But seriously, stop going into debt over this kind of money. Look how thin you are now. If you don't eat properly, going to our gym will be pointless..."
"That's true, but whenever I see one, I just can't help myself."
"Tch..."
Emoto clicked his tongue and teased, "You should fix that habit. Have you forgotten that your wife left you in the first place because you kept collecting these treasures?"
"At this rate, who knows when you'll ever find another wife."
"Wives don't smell as good as money..."
As the two of them talked, Fujino could not help glancing at Emoto, this brutally honest guy.
Damn, Emoto!
You actually dared say something that harsh in a place like Beika