June in Tokyo was wrapped in the endless drizzle of the plum rain season.
Rainwater dripped steadily from the blue-black tiles of the Saionji family's main residence, tapping a monotonous rhythm against the stone lanterns in the courtyard.
On the west side of the estate stood a detached building known as the "Rain Gazebo."
Originally used by her grandfather to receive foreign envoys, it was built in the eclectic "wa-yo" style popular during the Taisho period. Dark oak wainscoting, stained-glass windows, and tatami-matted inner rooms combined to create a dignified aristocratic atmosphere.
Today, the pavilion had been brought back into use.
Satsuki wore a light purple kimono with a sash patterned in white herons. She sat in perfect seiza at the head of the tea room, an exquisite set of English bone china arranged before her. In this traditional Japanese space, the Western pieces did not feel out of place; instead, they radiated the refined Westernized heritage of the Meiji Restoration.
"Grandpa Fujita, the incense is too strong."
Satsuki wrinkled her nose slightly and spoke in a soft voice.
"Change it to agarwood. I want something… subtle. A scent that's best for lowering people's guard."
The old butler, Fujita, bowed silently and withdrew.
Satsuki turned her gaze to the curtain of rain outside the window.
A month had passed since she had humiliated Okura Masami at school. The results had exceeded even her expectations. Okura Masami had taken a long leave of absence — officially "ill," but in reality grounded by her family — and the little circle that once revolved around her had completely scattered.
Now, in the first year at Seika Academy, the name Saionji Satsuki was beginning to carry real weight, and a so-called "clique" was quietly taking shape.
"It's about time."
She glanced at the wall clock. It was exactly two in the afternoon.
Just then, a maid's gentle voice came from the entrance: "Young Mistress, Miss Yoshino and Miss Isokawa have arrived."
Satsuki straightened her collar. The coldness on her face melted away instantly, replaced by her signature gentle smile.
"Please, show them in."
The sliding door opened with a soft rasp.
Two girls in casual wear stepped inside, looking somewhat awkward.
Leading the way was Yoshino Ayako. She was dressed very simply today and carried a beautifully wrapped gift box. Her expression mixed respect and nervousness; she barely dared to meet Satsuki's eyes.
Following behind her was a tall girl with wavy hair — Isokawa Reiko. Her gaze was much bolder, curiously taking in the historic mansion around her.
"Ayako, Reiko, welcome to my humble home."
Satsuki leaned forward in a graceful welcoming bow. "I'm so sorry to have you come all this way on such a rainy day."
"Not at all! It's an honor to be invited by you, Saionji-san!" Yoshino Ayako bowed back hurriedly, nearly dropping the gift box. "This is… a small token from my father — the finest Gyokuro tea from Shizuoka Prefecture."
Satsuki motioned for the maid to accept the gift, her gaze lingering for a moment on Yoshino Ayako's slightly haggard face.
It seemed the "verification" that night had been quite intense.
"Please, take a seat," Satsuki said, gesturing invitingly. "Today, let's not talk about those trivial matters at school. Let's just be friends, read some books, and chat."
The three girls settled around the low table. The fragrant aroma of tea curled upward.
This was no ordinary tea party. Under Satsuki's careful selection, it could even be called a miniature "cabinet meeting."
Yoshino Ayako, daughter of a Mitsui Bank branch manager, represented "intelligence on capital flows."
Isokawa Reiko, granddaughter of a big shot in the LDP's Takeshita faction, represented "intelligence on policy trends."
Together with Satsuki herself, this single tea party brought together connections from three major forces: finance, government, and the old clans.
"What are we reading today?" Isokawa Reiko asked straightforwardly. Though born into a political family, she wasn't particularly interested in books. She had come purely because she found Saionji Satsuki an "interesting eccentric" and was willing to give her face.
"Shakespeare's Macbeth."
Satsuki took out three beautifully bound copies from behind her and handed them to the girls.
"It's a tragedy," Reiko flipped through the pages. "The first act has witches? 'Fair is foul, and foul is fair'… what a strange line."
"The world is just like that, isn't it?" Satsuki lifted her teacup and took a small sip, her eyes dreamily fixed on the rain outside. "Things that look bright and beautiful on the surface may be rotten inside once peeled back. And those seemingly dirty methods are sometimes the only way to protect the most precious things."
Hearing this, Yoshino Ayako's body trembled violently.
She looked up at Satsuki with a complex gaze. "Saionji-san… about last time, really… thank you so much."
Isokawa Reiko looked confused. "Last time? What happened?"
Yoshino Ayako bit her lip, seeming hesitant to speak. But looking into Satsuki's eyes, which seemed to understand everything, she still decided to confess — this was also a form of submission. A certificate of admission to the core of Satsuki's small group.
"It's about the Okura family," Ayako lowered her voice, afraid someone might be listening outside. "After you spoke that day, I immediately went home and asked my father. And… Dad was furious in his study."
Satsuki put down her teacup, looking concerned: "Is your father in trouble?"
"Mm." Ayako nodded, a flicker of fear in her eyes. "Dad said the Ministry of Finance really did send people to audit the books. They were specifically checking for illegal over-lending to real estate companies. Dad got wind of it in advance… made up some procedures overnight, and suspended the approval of the Okura family's additional loan."
At this point, Ayako took a deep breath, tears of gratitude welling up: "Dad said if that money had gone out and landed right on the inspection team's radar, he wouldn't be branch manager anymore. Saionji-san, you saved our whole family!"
Satsuki smiled inwardly.
In truth, she had been bluffing at the time. She knew the Ministry of Finance would investigate capital, but not the exact timing. She hadn't expected Yoshino's father to cooperate so thoroughly and frighten himself into confirming the matter.
Still, this worked out perfectly.
"That's a blessing," Satsuki sighed softly. "I just overheard my father mention it in passing. It seems the information from the House of Peers is quite accurate."
"More than accurate!" Isokawa Reiko suddenly cut in, stuffing a cookie into her mouth. "The House of Peers is harder to deal with than the Cabinet these days. My grandpa's been cursing at home every day, saying those old men in the House of Peers are too stubborn — they want to block every bill."
Satsuki's heart stirred. Here came the political intelligence.
"Grandpa Isokawa is a pillar of the nation. If even he finds it difficult, it must be serious trouble, right?" Satsuki guided the topic along.
"No kidding!" Reiko couldn't keep secrets. Add to that the deliberately private, relaxed atmosphere Satsuki had created, and all her wariness vanished. "It's because of the Americans."
"Americans?"
"Yeah." Reiko took a sip of tea and complained, "Grandpa said the U.S. has been pressing hard lately, insisting Japan solve its trade surplus problem. Mr. Takeshita — the current Finance Minister, Takeshita Noboru — might be going to America next month. Supposedly to sign some agreement to appreciate the yen a bit, just to calm the Americans down."
Satsuki gently ran her fingers along the edge of her teacup.
Takeshita Noboru, going to America, signing an agreement…
Those keywords pieced together in her mind like a puzzle, forming the huge blueprint called the Plaza Accord.
The history books from her past life said it was signed in September, but early negotiations must have started long ago. Isokawa Reiko's words indicated that a compromise had likely already been reached within the Japanese government — they were prepared to sacrifice the yen exchange rate in exchange for the U.S. backing off on trade sanctions.
But they probably never dreamed that this release of the yen would become a runaway horse.
"Let the yen appreciate…" Satsuki feigned ignorance, tilting her head. "Then wouldn't our money be worth more? Isn't that a good thing?"
"Who knows," Reiko shrugged. "Grandpa said anyway, those old stubborn guys in export will definitely throw a fit. Like the Okura family — they borrowed tons to build. They'd probably be screwed. After all, if the economy's bad, who'll buy houses?"
Satsuki smiled faintly.
No, Reiko, you're wrong.
It's precisely because exports will suffer, and to stimulate the economy, that the Bank of Japan will slash interest rates and flood the market with liquidity. When everyone has money with nowhere to spend it, they'll buy houses like crazy.
But she didn't need to tell them that truth.
"It seems everyone has their own troubles," Satsuki closed the Macbeth in her hand and read softly, "'Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.'"
The room fell quiet for a moment.
"Speaking of which," Satsuki suddenly changed the subject, her tone lightening. "Since the Okura family's loan has been suspended, Yoshino-san's father should have quite a generous quota available now, right?"
Yoshino Ayako blinked: "Huh? Y-Yes. Dad's been worried the money won't go out. The targets are still there, after all."
That was the absurdity of banks. Afraid of bad debt, they didn't dare lend recklessly, but they still had to meet performance quotas.
Satsuki drew a letter from the embroidered handbag beside her. The envelope bore the Saionji family crest — the Mitsu-hiki pattern.
"Though it's a bit presumptuous," Satsuki gently pushed the letter in front of Ayako, "my father is planning some overseas asset allocation recently. If Mitsui Bank has excess dollar quotas, or short-term financing channels that can be quickly liquidated, perhaps we could help your father ease some performance pressure."
This wasn't a request. It was more like a reward.
For the Shinjuku branch of Mitsui Bank, which had just escaped disaster and urgently needed high-quality clients to fill the gap, having the Saionji family — a century-old kazoku house — come seeking a loan was nothing short of salvation.
Flattered, Yoshino Ayako accepted the letter: "Of-Of course! Dad will be thrilled! For the Saionji family, we can definitely apply for the lowest interest rate!"
Satsuki smiled and nodded.
Just like that, she had not only gained intelligence but also opened a backup financing channel. Though her main shorting capital was with Credit Suisse, domestically she still needed yen cash flow to maintain the family's daily operations and mislead outsiders.
"Then, that concludes today's book club."
Satsuki glanced outside. The rain seemed to have lessened.
"Take these books back and read them slowly," she pointed to the two copies of Macbeth. "This time next week, let's discuss the plot further. For example… how Macbeth murdered the king and donned the bloodstained crown."
The two girls stood and said their goodbyes.
...
At the Saionji estate's gate, Satsuki personally saw off her two guests.
Watching the black sedan disappear at the end of the street, she stood at the door. Her warm smile slowly faded, replaced by her usual quiet reserve.
"Young Mistress, thank you for your hard work."
The old butler, Fujita, appeared behind her at some point, holding a spare black umbrella. Though the rain had stopped, he still habitually prepared it.
He looked at his young lady's slightly weary back, his eyes full of heartache. A child only twelve years old had to learn to socialize like an adult, and even arrange matches for them.
"Grandpa Fujita," Satsuki turned, her voice returning to the softness unique to little girls, "Miss Yoshino really liked today's snacks. Did I… not embarrass the Saionji family?"
Fujita quickly bowed: "How could you! Young Mistress, your conduct was perfect — exactly like your mother when she was alive. If the master knew, he'd be very pleased."
"That's good." Satsuki patted her chest lightly, seemingly relieved. "Miss Yoshino promised to bring her father's letter to my father. I hope I can help Father a little… After all, his hair has gone quite gray recently from company matters."
At this, her eyes reddened slightly, as if she were truly just a filial daughter heartbroken for her father.
"Young Mistress is so sensible," Fujita was so moved his voice choked. "The master has a social engagement tonight and may be back late."
"It's fine. I'll wait for Father," Satsuki adjusted her kimono. "Then I'll return to my room to review my lessons. I'd like a lighter dinner."
"Yes, I'll inform the kitchen."
Watching the housekeeper's back as he walked toward the kitchen, the "filial piety" and "frailty" on Satsuki's face remained until she ascended the second-floor stairs and turned the corner where no one could see.
Click.
The bedroom door locked.
Satsuki leaned against the door panel and exhaled a long breath.
She walked to the massive dressing mirror and looked at her delicate, porcelain-doll self in the purple kimono.
"Perfect performance."
She whispered to herself.
Then she went to her desk and took a black notebook from a locked drawer.
Flipping it open, she picked up her pen and recorded today's gains.
Intelligence 1: Plaza Accord negotiations have begun. Key person: Takeshita Noboru. Key time point: U.S. itinerary — must monitor closely.
Intelligence 2: Domestic financing channel opened. Mitsui Bank's Shinjuku branch will serve as the Saionji family's backup treasury.
She looked at the writing in her notebook and tapped her fingers lightly on the desk.
In the housekeeper's eyes, she had merely sent a letter to her father.
But on the chessboard she and her father shared, that letter meant the Saionji family would receive a steady stream of yen ammunition domestically. That yen wouldn't go into industry — it would eventually be funneled into the short account in Switzerland through a series of complex offshore operations.
"Father…" Satsuki murmured.
Though she couldn't directly order the family to mortgage assets, when her father returned tonight, she had plenty of ways to get him to sign those mortgage documents. After all, with the perfect excuse that "Mitsui Bank urgently needs to lend," combined with the real intelligence she brought back today about "American pressure," Father would only feel this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"Mr. Takeshita is going to America to argue…"
Satsuki recalled Isokawa Reiko's innocent complaint, and a playful smile touched her lips.
"Argue. The fiercer the argument, the better."
She closed the notebook and looked out the window at the sunset piercing the dark clouds.