Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 191 Acquiring a Factory
When Kitahara went to the supermarket, he noticed that the price of rice had gone up.

This might not seem like a big deal under normal circumstances, but considering what might happen in the future, he realized that it could be a disaster.

Rice prices are managed by the Japan Agricultural Cooperatives.

Japanese agricultural cooperatives are protectors of farmers and monopolists of agricultural products, covering all kinds of plants.

Normally, Japan has relatively little land for farming, but it's not lacking either, as it imports land from abroad every year. To protect the interests of farmers (agricultural cooperatives), they raise the price of locally grown rice, which is why fruits are so expensive.

The key issue is that they raised the prices of local agricultural products but refused to buy goods from other countries, leading to price increases and causing many people to complain.

However, this wave of continuous price increases is a bit outrageous.

"One kilogram of rice costs 500 yen?"

It has increased by 20 percent compared to last year.

Kitahara realized this was a business opportunity, so he prepared to stock up. Since the disaster had not yet struck, even if he bought more, the impact would not be too great.

then.

He then contacted local suppliers and purchased in bulk.

Two days later, Kitahara and Nakamaki Miyoko boarded a plane and headed to Kyoto again.

This time.

Without bringing Sayuri, Kitahara booked a hotel overlooking the city center of the business district. Looking out along the skyline, one could see Arashiyama gradually taking on the colors of autumn.

"What a beautiful view."

Upon arriving at the hotel, Miyoko Nakamura put down her small bag and gazed at the distant mountains with a sigh.

She took out her phone to take a picture.

At the same time, he 'accidentally' took pictures of the layout and decoration of the hotel where he was staying. In one of the pictures, he deliberately took a picture of Kitahara leaning back on the sofa, with the caption: "Going out to play, nice scenery."

Then, he posted it on his Facebook page.

Soon a colleague saw it, gave it a thumbs up, and asked, "Is this Kyoto?"

This was a middle-aged woman who often flaunted her wealth in front of Miyoko Nakamura. She quickly recognized her and replied:
"Yes, it's rare for me to take time off to travel, so I'll definitely go to Kyoto."

"so good"

The woman said she was envious, but in her heart she wanted to curse her thousands of times.

Miyoko Nakamura seemed to have figured it out, but she kept babbling on.

Kitahara is still monitoring rice prices.

Two days ago, he stockpiled ten tons of rice, but the market didn't fluctuate much, so Kitahara decided to stockpile some more.

I won't say I'm selling.

He wouldn't even consider that much money; he could only afford it enough for his own needs so he wouldn't be in dire straits.

in the afternoon.

Kitahara took Nakamaki Miyoko out shopping at a local mall.

Miyoko Nakamura specially changed into a professional office lady outfit, with black stockings and a short skirt, and her long wavy hair made her look quite mature.

This outfit is very eye-catching.

Especially when Kitahara has his arm around her waist, passersby always tend to speculate about the relationship between the two.

"Don't wear this when you go out to meet people tonight," Kitahara glanced at her.

“This outfit really makes you look good. Everyone who sees it will think I’m being kept by you,” Miyoko Nakamaki said slyly, while showing off her graceful figure.

Kitahara quietly reached out and kneaded her pert buttocks. Nakamaki Miyoko tilted her head back, not shy at all, but instead giving him an encouraging look.

This is a hint that he should go back to the hotel and start a game.

but.

Kitahara isn't in the mood for that right now. Doing this every day would easily ruin his health. He'll wait until after today's workout.

While strolling around the mall, I casually bought a few pieces of jewelry for Nakamura Miyoko. On the way, I also rented an office building in the area to use as our local office space.

The office building will not be of much use for the time being.

Kitahara is still unsure what kind of company he plans to start, as it depends on future investment directions. However, he'll buy the shares first and hold them as a precaution.

The price for a year's rent is 30 million yen.

When Nakamura Miyoko heard this, she clicked her tongue in amazement, thinking that the landlord was making too much money.

In Japan, land is privately owned; once you own a house, it belongs to you forever.

This led to a phenomenon where land was gradually seized by the wealthy, and this is how the increasingly wealthy landowners of Kyoto emerged.

Wait until the contract is signed with the landlord.

Kitahara and Nakamaki Miyoko walked out of the commercial district. She complained, "That guy was giving me such a lecherous look." "Who told you to wear this? It would be a problem if people didn't look at you," Kitahara said irritably.

“But I wore it for you.” Miyoko Nakamaki pouted, and to be honest, she looked quite charming.

"Go back to the hotel, wear whatever you like."

"Will I be able to use this office from now on?"

“It depends on the situation. For now, you can stay in Tokyo. Once I acquire the mask factory, you will be the vice chairman here.” Kitahara said, glancing at Nakamaki Miyoko, and added, “I don’t expect you to resign from your civil service job, but you need to manage things well here.”

As for salary and benefits, Kitahara would certainly not be inferior to Nakamura Miyoko.

Of course, that's a story for another time.

Kitahara and Nakamaki Miyoko returned to the hotel and made a point of watching the little vixen change clothes. Nakamaki Miyoko changed into an elegant dress in a blue and white porcelain color, which made her look very dignified. Her glamorous long waves also lay obediently on one side of her shoulder.

Kitahara had driven to Kitamura to meet him. The meeting place was arranged by him: a traditional restaurant specializing in kaiseki cuisine.

Pushing open the door, Kitamura was already in the room, with a man in a suit sitting next to him, looking very reserved.

Obviously.

It's a subordinate or someone else, someone brought out to broaden their horizons.

"Mr. Kitamura."

Kitahara shook hands with him and then introduced Nakamaki Miyoko, who was standing next to him: "This is my assistant, Nakamaki Miyoko."

"Miss Nakamura."

After chatting for a while, the two sat down and began to talk about business.

The matter has been agreed upon, and there's not much to say. There are just some disagreements on details and pricing, which will take time to resolve, as this is a multi-billion dollar business.

A preliminary contract was quickly drafted.

It was obvious that Kitamura breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally managed to pass on the hot potato he was holding, and he was in a good mood.

Had dinner.

He invited Kitahara to the local clubhouse, and this time Kitahara didn't refuse, taking the curious Nakamaki Miyoko along.

"So luxurious."

Looking at the luxurious and beautiful entrance of the clubhouse located halfway up the mountain, Miyoko Nakamura couldn't help but sigh.

She turned her head and saw luxury cars everywhere: Bentleys, Paganis, Porsches.

The women coming and going were all very beautiful, and even the people greeting guests at the door made Nakamura Miyoko feel a vague sense of crisis.

“This place is mine. Mr. Kitahara can come and spend as much as he wants.” Kitamura was very generous, and with a wave of his hand, he wiped away Kitahara’s bill.

Kitahara smiled and took Nakamaki Miyoko's hand, leading her inside.

First, you have a sauna, then after washing up, you get a massage.

Miyoko Nakamura changed into a yukata and happily started taking photos. Although she earns a lot of money, she still thinks twice before spending money like this.

Then, posts started appearing on Facebook again: "Travel over, time for a quick massage."

The logo, the setting, the luxury car—all the essentials are there.

This surprised her colleagues even more, who secretly thought that Maki Miyoko had hooked up with a rich man.

A competitive spirit prevails within the Financial Services Department.

The richer you are, the more respect you get here. After all, everyone has the ability, and whether you can get promoted or take office depends on the ability of your partner.
"envious."

"Envy +1".

"Can I come play with my little sister, Miyoko? [Cute.jpg]"

Miyoko Nakamura's lips curled up slightly, feeling quite pleased with herself. Just as she came to her senses and was about to chat with Kitahara, she saw a seductive vixen in work clothes, dressed in revealing attire, already pressing her hand against him.

This enraged her: "Get out! Get out! Change your clothes before you come back in! What are you, a waitress, doing wearing black stockings and a short skirt! Isn't that seducing people?!"

As he spoke, Kitahara's expression was somewhat strange. He looked at Nakamaki Miyoko and wondered who was dressed like that that afternoon.

Miyoko Nakamura shooed away the waiter, her expression fierce. When the next person came in, she would specifically check them: "Are you wearing underwear? Where's your bra? You want to come in without one? Trying to seduce someone, huh!"

Kitahara smiled and shook his head, eventually chasing everyone away, leaving only himself and Nakamaki Miyoko.

I'll stay here tonight, and tomorrow, Kitahara plans to spend another day sightseeing before flying back to Tokyo.

Before leaving.

Naturally, we should bring some gifts for Xiaobaihe's family. Since we're already here, and the lesbians have a very good relationship, we should take some with us.

While he was pondering this, a storm was brewing in the United States.

And it is spreading across the globe at an extremely rapid pace.

(End of this chapter)