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Chapter 202: Shine my shoes!
Oda Shingo publicly rejected Hayato Hyakki's enthusiastic handshake and even spoke words that were unfamiliar to each other.

Hyakki Hayato's enthusiastic smile froze on his face.

"What... are you doing..." Hayato Hyakki whispered.

"Hmm? Did you misunderstand something? You didn't think that I betrayed the web department that selected and trained me and defected to the famous main publication department?"

Hayato Hyakki's face darkened: "Oda Shingo, what do you mean? You expressed your loyalty to me on the phone before..."

"Loyalty? What a joke! This word doesn't suit me!" Oda Shingo waved his hand at Fujido Kaoru and continued, "I never said anything about my position on the phone. I just said I would come to visit after the vacation! After all... we have a bet!"

Fujido Kaoru walked forward, placed the box in her hand on the ground, opened it and turned it a few times.

It turned out to be a portable shoe-shining device! It's the kind of shoe-shining machine that you can carry with you by the side of the road.

On one side is a high seat with a backrest for guests to sit on, and on the other side is a low chair for the shoemaker to squat and bend over to polish leather shoes. There is also a small box with shoe brushes, cleaning cloths, shoe polish and other shoe polishing tools!
hiss--

The twenty or so editors present were all dumbfounded.

Everyone in the entire building knew that Oda Shingo made a bet with Junto Hyakki at the meeting to get the top three in the quarterly popularity votes for "Jump".

Yes, it was a bet, and the loser would polish the other party's shoes, but asking the other party to do so publicly...

Wasn't Oda Shingo too disrespectful? Wasn't his move too ruthless? Wasn't he leaving no room for retreat?
"Oda Shingo, you, you..." Hayato Hyakki uttered after a long pause, "You really don't consider your future!"

"It's you who are trying to destroy my future!" Oda Shingo shouted back with his eyes wide open, scaring Hayato Hyakki so much that he took a step back.

This was just the beginning, and Oda Shingo began to experience hundreds of mistakes made by Oni Hayato.

"That day, I stepped into the building as a young cartoonist, and you, the head of our magazine, gave me all kinds of trouble!"

"Conference room, I'm sitting in there waiting for the meeting, and you're kicking me out!"

"At the meeting, the quality of a young cartoonist's work and personal development were disregarded just because of the conflict of interest between the publication department and the web department!"

"On the Internet, you bribed comic critics to give my work low scores!"

"I paid dozens of big Vs to spread rumors about me, saying that the music was plagiarized from a deceased person's posthumous work!"

"Giving me 85 pages, are you thinking of giving me resources? Are you hoping to see me exhausted to the point of vomiting blood and collapse and unable to hand in the manuscript?"

Oda Shingo's words were like a string of cannonballs, making Hyakki Hayato's face turn black and he retreat step by step.

"Oda Shingo, don't be so cruel..."

"Too ruthless? Ridiculous. If I say this to you after my failure, will you let me go?!" Oda Shingo raised his chin, "Besides, I didn't fulfill this bet just for myself."

He bent down and gently picked up a comic manuscript that was scattered on the ground.

"I don't know, whose manuscript is this from a new cartoonist that you guys just threw on the ground like this?"

"No, it was you, Hayato Hyakki, who stepped on me, right?!"

Oda Shingo carefully picked up the manuscript from the ground.

This one, that one, many comic manuscripts were picked up.

Fujido Kacheng and Namikaze Youzuru also picked up the trash together without being told.

In front of the cartoonist's painstaking manuscript, the genius Oda Shingo bowed humbly.

And Minister Hayato Hyakki was still standing stubbornly.

Although the two are one low and one high, the editors' view of Oda Shingo is already changing.

Oda Shingo picked up the manuscript and carefully arranged it into a stack on the table beside him.

"Don't you understand? A cartoonist puts his dreams into ink, paints his hard work on paper, and puts his hopes into envelopes, hoping for affirmation and encouragement!"

"But you actually threw the cartoonist's work on the ground for people to trample on?!"

Hayato Hyakki also realized that he had failed in his duty.

No, I can't let Oda Shingo gain the upper hand, don't panic! He took a few deep breaths.

Hyakki Hayato quickly calmed his mind.

"Oda Shingo, don't slander me! Did you see that I was the one who threw the manuscript?"

As a veteran with more than ten years of experience, he believed that no one would dare to expose this behavior.

But Oda Shingo's response was undoubtedly sharp.

"I don't know if it was you who threw these manuscripts away!"

"But this happened in your magazine department! As the acting director, you are totally to blame!"

"Besides, when you walked towards me just now, you stepped on the manuscript all the way to me!"

"You don't value cartoonists at all! You just treat them as tools, as workers for you to make profits!" Oda Shingo turned to the portable shoe-shining equipment and sat in the customer chair.

He held the collected manuscripts in his arms, raised his leather-shoeed feet and placed them on the shoe trays, pointing his finger: "Hayaki Hayato, now I ask you to fulfill the bet! Polish my shoes in front of these disrespected comic drawings!"

Shoe shine?!

Being asked to fulfill a bet and polish shoes in public? !

In the headquarters of Qunyingsha, in the office of the main publication department, shining shoes for Oda Shingo? !

Especially since he had just humiliated himself!
Hayato Hyakki's teeth are about to break.

Even though Japanese tradition places great emphasis on agreements, Hayato Hyakki absolutely does not want to endure such humiliation!

"Could it be that I didn't win? Could it be that you didn't lose?" Oda Shingo spoke again, pointing at the shoe rack, "Give! Me! Polish! My! Shoes!"

The audience was silent.

Hyakki Hayato definitely doesn't want to fulfill this bet!

It’s an open bet that can’t be denied, but I definitely won’t do that!
Hyakki Hayato decided that he would rather break a small bet than accept such humiliation!
However, when Oda Shingo made another gesture and another female assistant opened a suitcase, Hayato Hyakki changed his mind.

"how come……"

Hayato Hyakki's eyes widened as he saw the large amount of materials placed in the suitcase that was deliberately shown to him.

He immediately understood that this was something investigated by a private detective, but he didn't expect that someone of Oda Shingo's age would use this method, and the evidence collected was so real!
The time, call tools, and call duration of each call are all collected, and some evidence even includes records of the conversations between the two parties.

And it's not just the content that harmed Oda Shingo, it also includes a lot of content that schemed against disobedient young cartoonists and caused them to suffer setbacks!

boom!
Hyakki Hayato slammed the box shut.

Fortunately, the editors behind me were still far away and definitely couldn’t see clearly.

"These are all fake! They will never be recognized by law!" Hyakki Hayato stiffened his neck.

Sitting firmly in the shoe-shining customer chair, Oda Shingo smiled and said, "Yes, the law won't recognize it, but that doesn't mean society won't recognize it!"

Hayato Hyakki felt cold all over. These were indeed traces of his doing things behind the scenes. As long as they were spread out, he would never be able to clean himself up!

"I'm waiting for you to fulfill the bet." Oda Shingo lifted his leather shoes.

Those muddy stains on it were obviously put there by him on purpose.

Hayato swallowed his saliva: "I, I will fulfill the bet, you..."

"This box does not exist." Oda Shingo seemed like a demon tempting people to commit crimes.

Hyakki Hayato was trembling all over.

Oda Shingo was not in a hurry, he just sat there and watched him quietly. He knew that only a reckless man would choose to be tough, and a person like Baigui who valued him more than anyone else would definitely give in.

The whole office fell into silence.

After struggling for a long time, Hayato Hyakki weighed the pros and cons and knew exactly what to do.

After a long time, he was sweating profusely and bent his noble waist.

Many editors in the large office exclaimed in surprise, because they saw that Hayato Hyakki was actually squatting in the shoeshine position, picking up a shoe brush and polishing Oda Shingo's shoes!

"You have to wipe off the mud with a rag first, do you know how to do it?!" Oda Shingo snorted.

"Hi..." Hyakki Hayato arched his fat body with difficulty.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone in the main magazine department, the clumsy Hayato Hyakki polished Oda Shingo's shoes.

Oda Shingo stood up, stamped his feet, shook the uppers of his leather shoes, and said with dissatisfaction in his tone: "It's okay, at least I won't embarrass you like you embarrass the new cartoonist!"

Hyakki Hayato was panting heavily and said nothing.

"Acting Minister Hyakki is indeed a man of his word! The bet is settled, goodbye!" Oda Nobuo left with two female assistants.

Just as he walked out of the glass door, he reached into his suit trouser pocket and took out a coin, which he threw backwards towards Hayato Hyakki with a thud.

Oda Shingo's voice faded away: "This is the amount of tip you deserve for your shoe-shining skills!"

The coins shone in the air.

Hayato, who was sweating profusely, did not answer.

Ding—the coin bounced onto the table, swayed a few times and then lay flat.

That was a coin that was specially found.

Denomination: 1 yen!
(End of this chapter)