"Family Head, these are today's visiting cards!"
The white-haired old servant knelt on the ground, holding a stack of crimson visiting cards high, addressing Li Qingyuan, also known as Masao Busujima, who was seated at the head.
Although Masao Busujima had opened a swordsmanship dojo in Tokyo, this dojo was not open to just anyone who wanted to learn!
As Japan's foremost swordsman, the Busujima Dojo represented the face of all Japan; it wasn't something you could enter just by paying money.
Those who wished to become disciples first had to undergo a strict vetting process to ensure their ancestors were of noble birth and that they possessed noble lineage and social status. Then, they had to pay an exorbitant admission fee, and only then was there even a slight possibility of entering the Busujima Dojo to study and observe.
Even after multiple rounds of screening, those who entered the dojo for observation still had to be personally assessed by Masao Busujima!
It could be said that earning the title of a Busujima family swordsmanship apprentice was even more prestigious than graduating from the University of Tokyo.
Japanese people always came up with various strange rules in these superficial aspects. Various hierarchical systems almost permeated every level of society, and the cruel reality would absolutely make commoners of humble origin gasp for breath.
However, fortunately, his current position was precisely the destination those people looked up to.
"Haven't I already said that I have matters to attend to these days, and all visiting cards are to be refused without exception!" Li Qingyuan took a small sip of the clear tea in his cup before speaking with a strong voice.
If it were the previous Masao Busujima, he might have had to distract himself with these worldly affairs. After all, a master of swordsmanship also needed to eat. Without these fools bringing money to his door, how could he maintain his extravagant lifestyle?
But now!
The zombie apocalypse was only a month or two away, who had the time to deal with these people?
He had already checked these past few days: Masao Busujima owned assets worth nearly 10 billion yen. Although it couldn't compare to those zaibatsu, if it was just for one person, it could definitely allow them to live a heavenly life.
He was about to take this money to experience Japan's famous izakayas, because these past few days he felt that he could no longer suppress the evil desires in his heart.
As a prominent family, they naturally had grand rules. Saeko Busujima had to come and greet him every morning and before going to bed at night; this had been a routine for many years.
However, the same event, when viewed by different people, had completely different effects.
In the past, when Saeko Busujima greeted Masao Busujima, it was a daughter's respect for her father. But now, whenever he saw Saeko Busujima's D+ cup breasts jiggling in front of him, Li Qingyuan couldn't help but want to reach out and knead that pair of soft, large breasts in his hands.
However, the time was not yet ripe. Impatience spoils the grand plan. He didn't want to be accused of raping his own daughter.
Even if all human order would completely vanish a month later, it was still a society governed by law for now.
Given Masao Busujima's status, even if he wantonly killed two or three passersby, it probably wouldn't be a big deal. But if people found out he raped his own daughter, even he would probably end up in prison.
So he could only suppress the lust in his heart, helplessly watching such a lively beauty moving around him. It was truly stifling!
"Yes, then this humble one will go and return the visiting cards now!" The old servant sensed the anger in his master's words and quickly replied.
However, haste makes waste. As the old servant stood up, he stumbled, and the visiting cards in his hand immediately fell to the floor.
One visiting card drifted directly towards Li Qingyuan. With quick eyes and hands, he instantly reached out and caught that visiting card.
Originally, he was going to hand this visiting card directly back to the servant, but after seeing the name on it, he froze.
Could someone tell him, shouldn't this be the world of Highschool of the Dead? What the hell is this Kotonoha Katsura?
"Leave this visiting card here. Let her come in the afternoon!" After reading the visiting card twice from beginning to end, Li Qingyuan finally handed the card to the old servant.
"Yes! Yes! This humble one understands!"
Although he didn't know why the Family Head suddenly changed his mind, why would the Family Head need to explain his decisions to mere subordinates?
The old servant quickly took the visiting card to inform the other party, while Li Qingyuan sat under the eaves, gazing blankly at the white clouds drifting in the sky.
If the Kotonoha Katsura on the visiting card was the Kotonoha Katsura from his memories, then he wouldn't need to go to an izakaya.
Besides, even if the other party wasn't the Kotonoha Katsura from his memories, it was no big deal; he'd just consider it two hours wasted!