Appropriate flattery.
Elegant manners.
Though she had some peculiar traits, she was gentle and understanding.
That was Akukata Ya's first impression of Jiang Han.
"This is one of my little friends."
Olivia pointed at Jiang Han, then, as though she were back home, found a lighter on the table and lit her pipe. Holding the enormous cat pipe wreathed in smoke, she straightened her back and said jokingly, "A very good little cat with tremendous potential. You'll have to lend her a hand."
Jiang Han observed the expression on Akukata Ya's face—a calm, natural expression.
Then, when that expression turned toward her, it became one filled with a desire to collect.
Her heart trembled slightly, and she gave this wealthy cat lady a sweet, practiced smile.
Would that be enough to satisfy her?
She thought: Maybe since Olivia had spoken up, and she'd been vetted, then...
Before her thoughts could run any further, she heard a satisfied "Good meow." The "good" was pronounced with the crisp clarity of a broadcaster, while the "meow" clung to the end, producing something close to a "Nia" sound. The next second, Akukata Ya contentedly opened a thick book on the table, one that weighed perhaps six or seven kilograms.
Every page inside was a check.
"Every time, you introduce me to little cats with such potential. What am I supposed to do with you?"
Akukata Ya said to Olivia. She picked up a feather pen and lightly signed the paper, then wrote down a number without the slightest hesitation or drag. It was an eight-digit figure. Even written in that showy feline cursive, it bore down like a mountain.
She said, "I saw the move you used to put away that sun. It was breathtaking, you know? I was there in person, and my