Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 199 The Tool Senior

a few days later.

Kitahara plans to go to Kyoto again.

News reports from all over the world have begun to cover this flu outbreak in the United States, which started in a small town and spread to Texas, giving Kitahara a sense of unease.

then.

After handing over the company to Jingu Ryo, Kitahara packed his luggage and boarded a business class flight with Nakamaki Miyoko.

The end of July.

The weather was still hot and dry; as soon as I got off the plane, a wave of heat hit me.

"it's too hot."

I want to go home and sleep.

Miyoko Nakamura complained bitterly, as she was juggling two jobs and her rest time was extremely limited.

But Kitahara ignored him and insisted on going to the company to take a look, and was determined to hold a small meeting to get to know the management.

Since taking over Kitamura's company.

Kitahara hasn't made any moves on the people there yet; the initial consideration was to appease them and prevent talent loss. Now that they've been given enough time to adjust, they can go and take a look.

The company is located in Fushimi Ward, which is dozens of kilometers away by car.

The most famous place here is Fushimi Inari Shrine. I visited it in Kitahara last time. The shrine maidens were very beautiful, and I even had Sayuri buy me a cosplay outfit of the same style. However, I haven't worn that outfit since I bought it, which is a pity.

The car was parked inside the factory.

Kitahara went to the president's office and asked Nakamaki Miyoko to arrange a meeting, while he stayed there to check current events and think about what to do next.

Kitamura certainly knows how to enjoy life.

The table was covered with a complete set of tea-making tools, none of which had been moved. They were all high-quality tea sets, and tea leaves were thoughtfully left out as well.

Kitahara took a break and brewed himself some tea.

Half an hour later, someone knocked on the door.

"President, everything has been communicated." Miyoko Nakamaki, dressed in a professional office lady outfit, pushed open the door and entered. Sunlight fell on her curly waves, making her look stunning.

"sorry to bother you."

Kitahara glanced at it once and then looked away.

Time was up quickly. Kitahara walked into the conference room, glanced at the bewildered crowd, and then sat down at the head of the table.

Miyoko Nakamura began introducing him to the heads of various functional departments: human resources, finance, marketing, and production. There weren't many women there; they were all middle-aged women in their forties. They looked at him with curiosity, but more so with worry. Middle-aged men all have a weakness: they are very afraid of being laid off.

In a short time, all sorts of different aspects of life emerged.

A quick glance at Kitahara revealed a sense of oppression, perhaps because he feared that as a new official, he would make a big splash and dismiss the older generation.

But there are exceptions.

One of them had a somewhat frivolous attitude, and even hooked his toes as he stared at Kitahara.

“This is a relative of President Kitamura,” Miyoko Nakamaki whispered in his ear.

"Why are you still here?" Kitahara asked.

“Boss, how could I dare to kick someone without your permission?” Miyoko Nakamura said aggrievedly. “How could a little assistant like me have such authority? I was bullied to death when you weren’t around, sob sob sob. This person is always harassing me.”

Kitahara only believed half of what Nakamaki Miyoko said, and then turned his gaze to her name tag.

Yuji Kitamura.

Sales manager.

This is a lucrative position in the factory. Generally, one can use their authority to earn a profit margin, and since they have access to customer resources, they have considerable bargaining power.

The reason why Kitamura Yuji didn't leave is probably because he has core clients and believes that the company won't go far without him.

Kitahara withdrew his gaze, not in a hurry to speak, intending to observe for a while longer.

"Please introduce yourselves, everyone. We've been here for so long, but we don't know anyone yet."

A brief self-introduction.

Some people are respectful, some are overly ingratiating, and some are indifferent. Kitahara only makes preliminary judgments about these people and is not in a hurry to assign them a persona.

I got to know a whole bunch of people.

Kitahara started going from department to department, and didn't finish until noon. This left Nakamura Miyoko exhausted.

"Coming out with you has left me feeling completely exhausted," Miyoko Nakamura complained.

"Let's eat."

Kitahara smiled and took Nakamaki Miyoko to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

He didn't make a big show of it.

However, Miyoko Nakamura has a bit of a knack for eating out; she likes to go to expensive places to eat. Kitahara doesn't seem to mind, taking it as compensation.

While eating.

Miyoko Nakamura also takes photos of the street scenes outside and posts them on her personal social media.

She is working hard to cultivate an image of a high-net-worth woman.

Even if they quit being civil servants in the future, switching to exploiting people would be a good career path.

After lunch.

Kitahara took the personnel information he had collected to Nakamaki Miyoko's apartment in Kyoto.

This was rented during my last trip to Kyoto.

During the few days I stayed here, Miyoko Nakamura decorated the place nicely. There were succulents on the windowsill, lush and green, and sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making it bright and cheerful.

"Aren't you going to praise me?" Senior student Zhong Mu was clearly quite proud. "I spent a lot of time fiddling with these things."

"Thanks a lot."

"Then how will you compensate me?" she asked with a grin, wanting something in return.

"Just tell me what you want." Kitahara was too lazy to beat around the bush.

"There's a perfume I've recently discovered that smells really good, but it's a bit pricey."

"Zhongmu Meidai said slyly."

She actually wanted more, but she also understood the principle that too much of a good thing is bad, so she started with perfume.

Prices will gradually increase after that.

Kitahara hummed in agreement: "I'll buy it for you when we get back to Tokyo."

"Love you!"

Miyoko Nakamaki gave him a quick kiss, then went to rest with a smile. Kitahara naturally noticed Miyoko's little scheme.

But it doesn't matter.

It would be truly frightening if people had no selfish thoughts.

During a break.

Kitahara sent a message to President Kitamura.

If you're going to make a move against someone, you should let them know in advance, otherwise it's easy to break the rules.

The news came back quickly.

The other party said it was no problem, and was just expressing concern about Kitahara's future customer base in a 'suggestion' tone.

and.

He explained in detail the role of his relative and said that it would be best to keep Kitahara.

"Tsk, this old man is quite protective of his own." Kitahara frowned, but quickly relaxed: "Don't worry about me, I have my own way."

after that.

Regardless of what Kitamura sent, Kitahara didn't care and went to sleep in the guest room.

The old man also wanted to plant people here to gather information.
Kitahara would never tolerate it.

in the afternoon.

Before leaving, Kitahara specifically checked with HR to see if he had received a resignation letter. As for Mr. Kitamura Yuji, he seemed to have no self-awareness and still wanted to leech off others here.

“This person is really bad. When I came here before, he even wanted to invite me to dinner.” Miyoko Nakamura kept rambling on.

She had stayed in Kyoto for a while. During that time, Kitamura Yuji seemed to have taken a liking to her beauty, harassing her at her door every day and sending her harassing text messages after get off work. Even when Nakamaki Miyoko explained that she was the boss's assistant, he didn't seem to care.

"Then let's gather evidence and file a lawsuit."

Kitahara didn't want to fire him directly, because that would require compensation. Anyway, salespeople often accept bribes, so he could just pull out some evidence and have the legal department deal with him.

Having a law firm under your control is very convenient.

"I'll do it right away!" Miyoko Nakamaki's eyes lit up. She had disliked this person for a long time, thinking that he was pretentious and tasteless.

Kitahara didn't care about such minor figures. To be honest, it would be a bit petty of him to even bother with such people. Kitahara's target was the big clients in Kyoto, who were also his future customers. After the flu season, not all masks were effective.

In the entire Kyoto area, only Kitamura's company currently produces compliant masks; other companies are too lazy to get involved in this area because they feel the profits are insufficient.

So it is.

Kitahara has a lot of options, and could even create his own monopoly.

‘Ding dong——’

While driving, Kitahara received a text message on his phone. He glanced at it briefly and saw that it was from Hanaya Seiko, the lawyer.

"I'm in Kyoto. Would you like to meet up sometime?"

Even through the words, Kitahara could imagine her haughty demeanor when she parted her lips slightly.

Saying it's a meeting, I'm afraid it's just a desire, wanting to find someone to vent to?

"I'm busy today."

"Then I'll come find you tomorrow."

Working hours.

Kitahara sat in the company, looking at the annual fiscal revenue and the local policies and support. In recent years, perhaps because there are fewer factories and fewer jobs, the government has started to subsidize these struggling factories in order to encourage employment. The more people they hire, the less value-added tax they collect.

"That's a good thing."

Kitahara muttered to himself that he had always wanted to expand recruitment and boost production capacity, and now that there were preferential policies, it was obviously a godsend.

So he summoned the production and personnel departments and laid out his plans.

The production manager was a bit confused, but he did have a clue: "President, do you have connections in foreign trade?"

Local consumption remains stagnant.

He naturally thought of going abroad to buy it.

"A little."

Kitahara nodded calmly. He had wanted to show off a bit, but he hadn't expected this seemingly honest man to be such a sycophant, and he started showering him with compliments.

On the other side, the personnel manager spat disdainfully, then said obsequiously, "As expected of President Kitahara, I've heard of you in Kyoto. Meeting you today, I can see you are indeed very capable. To be honest, I've long admired you."

Kitahara was speechless. The two were cut from the same cloth, but he could understand. After all, he was a new leader and needed to make a living too.

after that.

He went to the production department again to meet with the head of research and development.

"President Kitahara." The researcher was a young man who had only graduated a few years ago, still somewhat green, and he was surprised to see Kitahara: "So young?"

"Don't talk nonsense." The production manager became serious. "Is this how you treat the president?"

Kitahara stopped his intimidation and clearly stated his requirements: protection against the virus with a minimum filtration efficiency of 95%.

"All future production lines will follow this standard."

"Huh? That's a bit..."

Seeing their troubled expressions, Kitahara remained silent. As the boss, why should he need to explain so much?

This leaves a difficult problem.

Kitahara continued his inspection.

I spent the afternoon visiting many departments, but not the sales department.

This area needs to be thoroughly cleaned.

Kitahara's plan to target Kitamura Yuji could easily provoke resistance from the entire department, causing chaos in the company, so it's best to remain silent for now.

"Let's hold off for now, and then fire them all together."

Kitahara muttered to himself, watching the laughter and chatter in the sales department, and quickly left.

After he left.

Chatter could be heard coming from the office. Upon closer listening, it was Yuji Kitamura talking with several of his subordinates.

"The new president knows my importance and doesn't dare to touch me."

Kitamura Yuji was very pleased with himself. Kitahara had spent the whole afternoon "criticizing" a bunch of departments, but he was the only one who hadn't been there. This was clearly a sign of weakness.

"After all, Minister Kitamura's uncle is the former president of this company. Out of respect for him, the newcomers don't dare to act recklessly," someone laughed.

"I think this new president looks very young. He didn't even graduate from college before starting his own business. What does he know about business? In the end, won't he still have to rely on us old folks?"

"That's right! Without Manager Kitamura, the whole company would be finished!"

Under the constant flattery, Kitamura Yuji was already feeling a bit smug. He thought of Kitamura's assistant, the mature woman named Nakamaki Miyoko.

Those long, black-stockinged legs and the swaying, voluptuous hips that moved with every step completely captivated him.

"Damn it, I'll get you one of these days!"

Kitamura Yuji made a harsh statement, and then saw Nakamaki Miyoko passing by in the corridor. As she passed through the office, she glanced at him and smiled. This smile amazed him, and he was completely captivated.

"She must have feelings for me," Kitamura Yuji thought to himself, pulling out his phone to arrange a meeting with Nakamaki Miyoko.

It wasn't until evening, when dusk fell and the warm sunlight shone on Kitahara's face, that he finally put down his work and prepared to rest.

"excuse me."

Miyoko Nakamura knocked on the door and came in: "Why aren't you off work yet? It's making everyone afraid to leave."

Kitahara was taken aback: "Why?"

"Who knows if you'll use this as an excuse to cause trouble." Miyoko Nakamaki rolled her eyes, thinking to herself that this guy had absolutely no understanding of the workplace.

Kitahara was also a little embarrassed.

He doesn't really understand the Japanese workplace, since he started out as a boss and doesn't need to care about that.

Then, Kitahara waved his hand and said, "Let's go eat! Call all the ministers over! Let's go to the local clubhouse!"

This can also be considered a form of social interaction among adults.

Kitahara initially thought Kitahara was useless, but after drinking and getting tipsy, he started to open up to Kitahara.

Forget about whether it's tacky or not, as long as it works.

Miyoko Nakamura nodded and called all the department leaders to set off together.

The locals in Kyoto really know how to enjoy life.

After get off work, bubble baths and clubs are everywhere in the city. Kitahara randomly picked a high-end one and told the lobby manager, "Put these people's spending on my tab."

This club was very high-end and magnificent. When Beiyuan led his group inside, they attracted a lot of attention.

Subsequently.

He dragged the ministers in charge of production and marketing to a bathhouse.

Wait until it's finished soaking.

Then they had Miyoko Nakamura come over and toast each of them, getting these rough men drunk until they were completely out of their minds.

Kitahara doesn't like drinking much, feeling it would interfere with his work, but that doesn't stop him from asking others to toast him, especially top-tier mature women like Nakamaki Miyoko. When she appeared at the table after taking a shower, looking radiant and beautiful in her office lady outfit, she undoubtedly became the focus of everyone present.

Many people were captivated by her every smile and gesture, but only Kitahara had a wicked plan: to get her drunk and trick her into revealing information.

Miyoko Nakamura saw all of this, and although she smiled, she was somewhat unwilling.

The company team building activity ended at 10 p.m.

Miyoko Nakamura was also drunk, staggering and unable to distinguish east from west.

Kitahara helped the drunk Nakamaki Miyoko to the car. Just as he was about to open the door, she waved her hand and then vomited on the ground.

then.

She cried silently.

(End of this chapter)