Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 201 mcn
Morning exercise is over.

After Kitahara and Hanaya Seiko finished washing up, they left the hotel and took a car to the courthouse. On the way, he mentioned his doubts from the previous day.

'If I want to become a member of parliament, which party should I join now?'

"you?"

Hanaya Seiko was taken aback.

"Is that not allowed?" Kitahara asked.

“It’s not that it’s impossible, but your resume is a bit lacking. If someone finds out you’re a playboy running for senator, it’ll be a political stain.” Hanaya Seiko smiled broadly, leaning against the car window with great interest: “Just be a gigolo, I don’t mind supporting you.”

Kitahara raised an eyebrow, but did not give up.

Hanaya Seiko knew he was dissatisfied, then smiled and explained, "Do you know how difficult this is? First, you need to have grassroots experience, at least ten years; second, you need to be a graduate of a prestigious university, have excellent oratory skills, have someone willing to recommend you, and have political resources."

“The American businessman has nothing, but he can still become a candidate.”

These words silenced Hanaya Seiko. After thinking for a moment, she decided not to discourage Kitahara's ambition and said with a smile, "Then let's make a bet. If you really win the election, I'll be your assistant."

"It's a word."

Kitahara drove her to the nearby courthouse. Hanaya Seiko opened the car door, sticking out her long legs. After saying goodbye to Kitahara, she swayed her hips and drove away.

Looking from behind.

Her figure was alluring, and the suit and short skirt accentuated the beautiful curves of her hips. Even without touching them, one could feel their softness and tenderness.

Seiko Hanaya is currently dealing with a case of disorderly conduct.

It seems unlikely we'll see her anytime soon.

Kitahara lingered for a few seconds admiring the beautiful buttocks, then drove back to the company and asked Nakamaki Miyoko to book him a plane ticket so he could go to Tokyo the next day.

Ryo Jingu sent me a message this morning.

The company hired some people, arranged the necessary documents, and purchased a batch of office supplies, all of which require signatures.

Along the way.

Kitahara saw several girls doing live streams.

After seeing their luxury cars parked on the side of the road, they all curiously gathered around, wanting to take photos with them.

Kitahara glanced at their phones; it was clearly a live stream. He didn't refuse and agreed.

After the others left, he muttered to himself:

"Perhaps we could start an MCN company while we're at it."

"Short videos are becoming increasingly popular, and this will be a trend in the future."

Japan is generally conservative, and the traditional internet industry is gradually declining under pressure from its neighbors, which is an opportunity for Kitahara.

He could start an MCN company, recruit a large number of employees, and test the waters online. This would become mainstream after the flu season, as people's consumption levels would decrease, and they would focus their attention on small live streamers and internet celebrities.

After spending a day in Kyoto, Kitahara flew back to Tokyo the following day at noon.

After getting off the plane.

He first went to the company to find Jingu Ryo. He pushed open the glass door and found the inside to be very cold. There were already new faces at the workstations.

The age distribution is mainly between twenty and thirty years old.

There are relatively few elderly people.

These people looked at Kitahara curiously, thinking he was a new colleague. Unexpectedly, the assistant came over, took a look, and quickly bowed, saying, "President Kitahara."

"President?"

This startled them; they had heard of a young club president before, but they hadn't expected him to look like a college student.

However, there was no time to think further, and he quickly stood up: "I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry!"

In Japan, seniority and generational hierarchy are highly valued.

This is especially true in the workplace.

It is very impolite not to use respectful language when meeting people.
To be honest, this is rubbish.

Kitahara shook his head, indicating that it was alright, and then walked straight to his office.

Passing through the corridor.

He overheard whispers: "Is that our company president? He looks so young!"

"Yeah, yeah, and he's so handsome, you'd think he was a celebrity."

"Keep your voice down!"

Some people are infatuated with girls, but they are mostly recent graduates; older employees are more concerned about their compensation.

Kitahara returned to his office.

I had just made myself some coffee when Jingu Ryo knocked on the door and came in a few minutes later: "Excuse me."

Not seen for a few days.

Jingu Ryo doesn't seem to be in very good condition.

Kitahara could clearly see the dark circles under her eyes, and there was also a strong smell of coffee.

It must be from staying up late.

"Jingu-san, it's been a long time. You seem a little tired," Kitahara said with concern.

"It's what I should do. Anyway, I haven't been shortchanged from my salary. You don't need to do this." Jingu Ryo's temper was just like her name, indifferent. After leaving the documents to be signed, she went out to get busy again.

When Kitahara was signing the papers, he casually called his assistant over and asked her what she thought of the administrative manager.

The assistant had been with Kitahara for quite some time and knew he was just asking casually, so she whispered, "Captain Jingu is very serious and dedicated to his work, but he's a really nice person."

"Where's the best place?"

"Oh, this is really difficult. How am I supposed to explain this, boss?" the assistant complained.

Kitahara laughed and told her to leave, having made a preliminary assessment of Jingu Ryo.

This time we got a bargain.

This administrative supervisor is quite responsible.
I'll go get some talent information from Yuuka Kosaka another day.

Kitahara held the book while flipping through stock market documents.

All morning.

They spent their time lazily like that, while in Kyoto, thousands of miles away, business was in full swing.

Kitahara received a call from Nakamura Miyoko.

She has uncovered evidence that Kitamura Yuji is suspected of bribery and is currently negotiating with the relevant parties.

If we don't leave.

It's obvious they're going to file a lawsuit.

This infuriated Kitamura Yuji, who even sought help from his uncle, but Kitamura ignored him.

after all.

You can't keep someone else's confidant in your own company.

In a few days.

Kitahara will also undergo another major purge.

"Let's keep an eye on him for now; he'll probably make another move."

"I know."

Miyoko Nakamura responded and then hung up the phone.

noon.

Kitahara randomly picked a restaurant to eat at.

After finishing his meal, he returned to the company alone. It was then that he saw Jingu Ryo working alone in the office next door.

"Born with the divine body of an ox or horse".

"Having children makes you easily manipulated."

"No wonder people say middle-aged people are easy to bully; that's how it is after they start a family."

Kitahara sighed.

The reason Jingu Ryo works so hard is because she has a daughter. If she didn't have this burden, she probably could have found a better job.

He didn't disturb them.

A boss frequently chatting with subordinates can easily be mistaken for sexual harassment.

Kitahara didn't want such a misunderstanding to arise.

During the afternoon work hours, Beiyuan messaged Xiaolvcha, asking her to come over to sign the contract. At the same time, he called a meeting and invited all the media students from the university to attend.

He's considering starting an MCN company. MCN, which could be considered an influencer incubation company, is, of course, a flawed definition; this is just Beiyuan's understanding. Its full name is Multi-Channel Network, and its business is to help signed influencers continuously produce and monetize content.

In his vision.

This industry is poised for explosive growth in the next few years.

After the flu season, most people will work from home, and traditional bubble baths will also see a decline in popularity.

and so.

Online live streaming will experience a brief peak.

at the meeting.

Kitahara simply stated his views, omitting much of the details, but clearly stated his goal: to cultivate several internet celebrities with 100,000 followers. As for how to find talent, in Tokyo, it's incredibly easy.

Landmine girls, wicked girls, gold diggers, and immortals lined up like hemp, and there were even girls from Hokkaido who came to serve as goddess maidens.

These people are easily fooled and then willingly work for him. It sounds cruel, but these people were destined to become waste anyway, either getting sick or self-harming, and dying in some deserted corner.

It would be better to give them a space to shine and make some money for themselves.

Kitahara had already decided on the name for the media company: Ichibanboshi no Redemption. Its purpose was to save people like his girlfriend who were forced into darkness.

Four p.m.

Kitahara didn't get to see the green tea bitch; instead, he got to see his girlfriend.

"hello."

The cat-like girl pushed open the door and greeted everyone with a cheerful smile.

Chikawa Ryoka, dressed in a white shirt and cotton skirt, looked like a cute and gentle girl next door. She sat opposite Kitahara, propped her chin on her hand, and smiled, "I'm here to play."

"Not busy lately?"

Kitahara poured her a cup of coffee. Chikawa took a sip, frowned, stuck out her tongue, and said, "Your business is more important. I stood you up for a day."

Qianchuan became a content creator (UP) a while ago, and also edited footage.

Her original intention was to record her life, but she didn't expect to become popular because of it, and now she has tens of thousands of fans.

Kitahara had clicked in out of curiosity before and found that it was a sharing of daily life, including clothing, diet and learning, and a swimming vlog with both male and female fans. Chikawa's girl-next-door personality attracted male fans, and her figure and clothing were appealing to both men and women. For a time, her career was thriving.

"I'll go get the contract for you."

Kitahara got up and went out, and Chikawa quietly followed, pretending to accidentally take Kitahara's hand.

Several junior employees in nearby offices saw it.

But they all lowered their eyes, tacitly pretending that nothing had happened.

"The contract is for one year. You can terminate it if you find a better or more mature company. Also, once your contract doesn't restrict things like live streaming, I'll recommend you to a dedicated copywriter and editor and help you build a small team."

"No need, I'll just focus on working for you from now on," Qianchuan said, shaking his head.

She doesn't understand these things.

Knowing that I can help Kitahara is enough.

Kitahara sent a message to HR, and soon a young man and woman came into the office, bowing respectfully and saying, "President."

Kitahara introduced his girlfriend to them, saying, "Both of them graduated with degrees in media studies and are quite capable. You can talk to them first if you encounter any problems in the future."

"it is good."

Qianchuan Liangxiang nodded obediently, then greeted the others and had a brief conversation.

Afterwards, Chikawa accompanied Kitahara until the end of the workday, and then the two walked out of the company together.

It’s almost August.

A typhoon is approaching. Of course, it's still hot and humid before the typhoon arrives, and the warm sunset hangs high in the sky, making passersby gasp for breath.

on the way back.

Qianchuan mentioned someone that Beiyuan had long forgotten: "My mother has disappeared recently."

"Nami Chikawa?"

Kitahara was momentarily dazed before remembering that after giving the other party another sum of money, she had arranged for a shady company to set her up.

It's been so long, I still don't know what the outcome has been.

"Of course, I'm not saying I miss her a little, I just feel something's not right," Chikawa Ryoka quickly waved her hand, making her stance clear.

She knew very well that she was worthless to her mother.

“It’s okay. You’re still her daughter, so it’s normal for her to ask. I know a few friends who can investigate.” Kitahara said, making a call to the black market company.

soon.

He then learned something that was both laughable and pathetic.

After being tricked, Chikawa Nami started gambling online again and was forced to incur debt. When the creditor came to her door, she couldn't pay and was blocked by Chikawa Ryoka. With a heavy heart, she called the police and confessed to the group. She was then arrested by the Metropolitan Police Department for illegal gambling.

He's currently in jail because he can't afford a lawyer.

"She went to jail?"

A hint of helplessness appeared in Qianchuan Liangxiang's bright eyes.

She covered her face, unsure of what to say for a moment.

"Shall we go take a look?" Kitahara asked.

"Let's eat first, no rush. I'm afraid I'll lose my appetite after seeing people."

Qianchuan Liangxiang, oblivious to everything, said seriously, "It's good that she stays inside and doesn't cause trouble. I can't be bothered with her anyway."

dinner.

Kitahara originally planned to eat at a restaurant.

However, his girlfriend volunteered to cook, so he followed her back to their apartment in Ikebukuro.

In this apartment, Kitahara put aside all his work and spent all his time joking and playing with his girlfriend.

Had a bath.

They played a game as a duo until midnight, with Qianchuan Liangxiang's little head resting on her shoulder.

Kitahara then picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom.

"Good night."

calm life.

Only his girlfriend could give him this feeling.

the next day.

Chikawa Ryoka wanted to visit her willful mother, and Kitahara did not refuse, but took the initiative to inquire about the procedure for visiting her in prison.

Around noon, Kitahara learned that Chikawa Nami was being held in a place next to a factory in Adachi Ward, where there was a large area of ​​wasteland near the sea.

The two then drove there, and after showing their identification, they successfully entered the prison.

Soon, Kitahara met Chikawa Nami. As soon as she sat down opposite him, she rushed over, crying and banging on the window: "You have to find a way to let me out!"

Qianchuan Liangxiang remained unmoved.

She stared at her mother and said, "You owe 60 million yen. Even if you get out, you'll be targeted. At the very least, you'll lose an arm or a leg."

This is intimidation.

But it's not entirely intimidation; after all, the yakuza here are capable of doing things for money.

Upon hearing this, Chikawa Nami was startled and cautiously asked, "What should I do?"

"Paying back debts is a matter of course." Qianchuan Liangxiang shook her head: "It's all your own fault, this is the fate you deserve."

He was released from prison.

Kitahara realized that Chikawa Ryoka's future had changed; the system had given her a new mission, but the content was...
At thirty-two, on an ordinary afternoon, you run into your high school classmate who has always had a crush on you. Now, she's a successful woman, and you see this as an opportunity.

[Mission: Pursue the Fragrance of a Thousand Rivers!]

[Reward: One million yen!]

"Cool and fragrant".

"Ok?"

"I love you."

"Hehe, me too."

The girl turned her head, her face beaming with a smile.

As she finished speaking, the task was completed.

You have received one million yen!

(End of this chapter)