At three o'clock in the afternoon, Kudo Wakana picked up Mitsuki from the kindergarten, but did not choose to go home directly, but took her daughter to the cafe where the mothers gathered.

The children ate hot drinks and desserts, chattering and saying things they could understand and understand each other. The mothers sat around another table.

Sakurai's mother raised the topic today: "Next year, everyone's children will go to elementary school. Have you each thought about which elementary school to send your children to?"

As soon as these words were said, the other mothers present became alert. They all knew very well in their hearts that Sakurai's mother's words were not pure.

If you honestly say that you send your child to Karuizawa No. 1 Primary School, you will be regarded as a competitor to your child by other mothers.

Seeing that no one answered her words, Sakurai's mother looked at Kudo Wakana with a smile and said, "Mama Kudo, which school are you going to send your Mitsuki to?"

After getting along with them during these days, Kudo Wakana also became more and more reserved from the beginning.

While she responded with a smile, she saw that the ball was thrown to her by the backhand, and threw it back and said, "Now, I haven't thought about it yet!

Besides, I don’t know which elementary school Mitsuki will be admitted to? Sakurai’s mother, which elementary school are you going to send your child to?”

Sakurai's mother pretended to sigh and beat Tai Chi and said, "I'm making things difficult for this. Otherwise, I won't ask you any more.

I just want to hear your thoughts. My husband wants to send his children abroad to study, but I think the children are too young to be suitable for life abroad.

Even if I have to send my child abroad to study, I have to wait until he graduates from elementary school and goes to junior high school. Even so, I still have to go abroad to be a mother with my studies."

Her off-putting words not only resolved the problem, but also showed off that she had completely financially capable of sending her children to study abroad.

"That's right, the child is too young to be sent abroad to study. The couple originally had the intention to send their children abroad to study.

When I thought that she was too young, I had to give up. Then I could only finish elementary school in China and then send it abroad to study. Back then, when I was in high school, I was sent to the United States to study at home.

I also plan to send my child to the United States to study. I have no chance to accompany my mother. After all, there is a smaller one at home that needs me to take care of.

But it doesn’t matter. My little sister, my little sister, settled in New York. It’s the same for her to watch the child for me.” Ohashi’s mother said unwillingly.

"Mama Kudo, do you think so too?" Sakurai's mother was always curious about Kudo Wakana's mystery.

"I can't bear to send our Mitsuki abroad!" Kudo Wakana didn't even think about it, and made her debut based on her original intention.

"The child will grow up one day, and one day will leave you and leave home." Sakurai's mother consciously looked at the handbag she carried with her.

"Let's talk about it then. I can't guarantee that her father will not be willing to let her go, so it's not impossible for her to take the initiative to recruit a son-in-law."

Kudo Wakana immediately thought of what Ishihara Masao told him at noon today that he had made a deal of 500 million yen.

According to the good momentum and trend of the development of a man's career, twenty years later, that is, Mizuki's 25th or 6th, it will definitely be another earth-shaking situation.

Sakurai's mother couldn't understand the other person. Sometimes she felt like the daughter of a poor family, and sometimes she felt like the daughter of a rich family.

She never thought she was a superficial woman. The reason why she didn't respect Luoyi first and then others was that she had long known that old money's family members, regardless of gender, often tended to be ordinary in their clothes, even like poor people.

They even wear clothes that their parents and even their ancestors once wore, and the threads of the clothes were all out, and they didn't mind at all. This was enough taste and style.

It’s not that they can’t afford new clothes, but that they do it intentionally. Just like the mothers and mums in Ginza and Roppongi in Tokyo, they never provide a different service based on the clothes of their guests.

Their women's vision is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Ordinary men are completely brothers and can be played with in their hands.

Their rich experience in the work shows that many men wearing world-class clothing and luxury bags often come to the store with only one basic consumer, how long does it take to come once?

Those who pay special attention to personal image, whether the brand is famous enough, whether the logo on the clothes is obvious enough, etc., are probably the middle class. At best, this is the upper middle class.

Those men wearing Uniqlo and Muji cheap clothing are really rich people. When they are happy, they open one bottle after another and often come.

Men don’t know that these places are places of high consumption. The purpose of their dressing is nothing more than being looked down upon by young and beautiful female public relations members and thinking that they have no money.

Those men who don’t even care about the outer packaging of clothes that can be identified at a glance, can show how strong and confident they are in their hearts?

This kind of strength and confidence must be based on its economic strength. Money is the courage of a person. Cars are the face and value of a man, and bags are the face and value of a woman.

Sakurai's mother asked with a smile on her face, "What is your husband doing? You have never disclosed it to us."

Kudo Wakana deliberately took the bag in her hands and placed it on her legs. She unzipped the zipper on it, took out her red wallet and opened it, and pulled out the sub-card that Masao Ishihara gave her soon, put it on the table and said, "He has nothing to say, he is just an ordinary person."

Before she finished speaking, the mothers present immediately focused on the secondary card of the credit card she placed on the desktop.

Ohashi's mother almost exclaimed: "Mama Kudo, is your card the most advanced credit card launched by Fuji Bank?"

"I don't know if it's the kind of credit card you mentioned. I've kept it in my wallet and never used it much. Just now, I suddenly remembered it." Kudo Wakana said with a smile.
Chapter completed!