As long as something was laid down in writing, there were loopholes to exploit—especially in a country ruled by capital.
For example, changing a hostess manager's attitude from troubled to beaming only took one conversation.
"If he's underage, that puts us in a difficult position..."
"Add another million yen." The power of money activated.
"Young master, it's not about the money..."
"Two million yen..."
"The girls are all yours tonight..."
"Three million. Ugh, are we done? This is boring..."
The hostess manager: "..."
"Young master, for three million yen, you don't even have to treat them like people."
Sogo Doma: #^_^
What did this woman take him for? Some kind of pervert?
"Don't talk nonsense. Do I look like the kind of person who doesn't treat people like people?"
The hostess manager: "..."
But the way you treated money like it was nothing really made you look like one!
After a round of "friendly" discussion, the hostess manager left the private room completely satisfied. Sogo Doma turned back and gave the boys an OK sign.
After a brief silence, deafening cheers erupted through the room.
"Long live the Oolong Tea Research Club!"
"Long live Doma!"
"Mom, does this mean I'm finally stepping onto the path to adulthood today, crossing into the realm of grown-ups in a single step?"
"W-Wah, I haven't talked to a girl in half a year. T-Today, I definitely have to..."
"Friend, only half a year? The last time I talked to a girl was in my first year of middle school! Waaaah..."
"Let's do our best together!"
Amid the uproar, it looked like a horde of demons dancing wildly. Even Matsuzaki, who had come along with them, could not help saying with a sweatdrop, "This is youth..."
Sogo Doma: #^_^
The hell kind of youth