Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 204 The opportunity comes
The sun sets.

After a day of fooling around at home, Kitahara returned to his room to observe the situation.

With the Dow Jones Industrial Average continuing to decline and London gold prices fluctuating, Kitahara dared not make any rash moves without receiving intelligence.

The president has begun his speech in the United States, and the outcome will be decided in a few months.

Early next month, "5 Centimeters Per Second" will be shown in major theaters, but for now, it will only be shown in Tokyo to see how it goes.

During a short break from filming, the cast and crew of "Shitsuren Chocolatier" were spotted by reporters frequently entering and leaving an empty house.

Breaking news appeared on television: Japan held an emergency cabinet meeting to discuss raising the consumption tax.

"With the aging population and declining birth rate becoming increasingly serious, and the national treasury becoming empty, raising the consumption tax should be an inevitable choice," Kitahara muttered to himself.

A week later.

A small-scale flu outbreak also occurred at the factory in Kyoto, but thanks to good control measures, it was able to continue operating. However, Miyoko Nakamaki had no rest time at all and was living and eating at the company.

Kitahara took some time to visit him and found the latter to be full of energy and vitality, which puzzled him greatly.

Besides Ryosuke Shō, is there another person with the innate Ox-Horse Holy Body?
I found out later.

I'm not here.

Zhongmu Meidaizi is the company's little tyrant, acting arrogantly and recklessly, letting whoever he wants leave or scolding whoever he wants.

Unfortunately, no one dared to provoke her, as they considered her to be Kitahara's messenger, so they could only suppress their dissatisfaction and get on with their work.

"No wonder they say power supports people."

Kitahara sighed.

Outside the office, Zhongmu Meidaizi was reprimanding someone, her demeanor cold and authoritative. Upon closer inspection, the unfortunate person opposite her was the newly appointed head of the sales department.

After reprimanding someone.

When Miyoko Nakamaki returned to her office, she noticed Kitahara was back. She coughed, feeling slightly guilty.
"How did you come?"

"If I don't come and check now, will the company still be mine next month?" Kitahara laughed angrily.

"Private Marseille! Red bean paste private Marseille!"

“These are all talents I’ve worked hard to recruit. If you drive away even one of them, I’ll make trouble for you.”

Miyoko Nakamaki begged for mercy in a low voice, and Kitahara then let her go, subsequently asking her to report on the current situation.

Just as Kitahara had predicted.

Demand is dozens of times higher than in previous years, and even with a slight premium, people are buying during this period. Market demand is in the tens of millions. In Kyoto, because there are many traditional industries, production capacity is sufficient, so there is no panic.

In places far from urban areas, people have already started hoarding masks in bulk. Some professional scalpers are buying them at inflated prices and then reselling them at high prices. Kitahara has a very bad impression of these secondhand dealers, but he still needs them in the short term, so he doesn't take any countermeasures.

When production capacity surges again later, it will completely ruin them.

By mid-month, hoarding had become even more severe.

Zhongmu Meidaizi has tried to raise prices, making a lot of money in the process, which is unethical.

However, Kitahara quickly stopped it.

This is very dangerous in terms of public opinion. Kitahara would rather not be caught red-handed than be greedy for such a small amount of money.

There's no need to take that risk.

Just sit back and enjoy the fishing.

End of month.

That afternoon, Zhongmu Meidaizi brought over a report on the company's profits. Apart from many details, just looking at the cash flow alone, there were seven or eight hundred million yuan lying in the company's accounts, not even counting the outstanding payments.

This is far from the limit.

"We'll hold a meeting to give everyone a round of praise and encouragement. Everyone has worked hard during this period."

Kitahara glanced at the financial report and decided to first distribute some money to win over people's hearts.

People's hearts are more important now.

If these people run away, I'll have a headache for a while.

"Good boss."

After finishing her sentence, Miyoko Nakamura didn't rush to leave. Her eyes darted around as she wandered aimlessly in the office.

Kitahara asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Based on our estimates, the company has several hundred million yuan in working capital at the end of the month. Boss, if there's anything you want to buy, you can submit a report to the finance department, and it can be used to offset value-added tax through the company's accounts." (There's a policy in place.)
"I heard that a new Maybach has recently been released and it's pretty good. It's very suitable for girls to drive."

Miyoko Nakamura subtly offered her advice, almost revealing her true intentions.

Think about it carefully.

As the company's second-in-command, what's wrong with her driving a Maybach?
It's all for the sake of the boss's face!
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Kitahara nodded indifferently; the money was going to be spent anyway, so it didn't matter whose money it was used for.

"Understood, just put it in the company account."

"Okay! I love you!"

Miyoko Nakamura cheered and turned to leave the office.

The afternoon meeting proceeded as scheduled.

When Kitahara arrived at the meeting room, he could clearly see that everyone present looked tired. There was no doubt that everyone was under a lot of pressure at this critical moment.

Everyone is afraid of being laid off.

After all, many companies have shut down, and hospitals are overflowing. At this time, having no source of income is tantamount to suicide, so they dare not complain no matter how tired they are.

"President Kitahara!"

Soon, the production staff noticed Kitahara's arrival and quickly stood up to greet him, and the others followed suit.

Kitahara didn't keep anyone in suspense.

Once we arrived at the destination, I opened the PowerPoint presentation and started talking about the goals for the next month.

A few minutes later.

After finishing the unimportant stuff, they started talking about benefits.

He had originally planned to add some rice he had stockpiled, but then he thought it would be more appropriate to just pay the money directly.

then.

Ministers receive 300,000, the next level 100,000, triple pay for overtime, etc. These were all designed by Nakamura Miyoko, and her name was marked on the PPT. Kitahara never intended to take them for himself.

Done.

Kitahara didn't give anyone time to praise him. He left work and only after he had been gone for a long time did cheers erupt.

A few minutes later.

Miyoko Nakamura returned to her office with a beaming smile; she had just enjoyed a surge of prestige during the meeting.

However, she didn't forget the important matter.

As soon as she entered the office, she pitifully asked Kitahara, "They all got rewards, why didn't I?"

Zhongmu Meidaizi has been working hard for the company recently, eating and living there. Even if she hasn't made any great contributions, she has still put in a lot of effort, so there's no reason for her not to get a penny.

Kitahara remained silent for a moment, intending to tease her: "Don't you already have a Maybach?"

Unexpectedly, Maki Miyoko felt even more aggrieved, "But this isn't mine, it belongs to all the employees in the company. I only have the right to use it 24 hours a day."

Seeing Kitahara smile without saying a word, Nakamaki Miyoko became even angrier, baring her teeth as she lunged forward: "I don't care, I want the bonus too!"

"okay."

Seeing that she was about to cry, Kitahara stopped playing around, took out the contract drafted by Hanaya Seiko, and said seriously, "I won't give you a bonus, but you'll still be a vice president of the company. I'll give you equity."

"Whoa!"

Miyoko Nakamura was startled and stood frozen in place, her eyes filled with shock.

She fumbled for the contract and asked, 'Are you sure you want to give it to me?'

"Don't ask me to take it back."

"No way!" Nakamaki Miyoko jumped up and quickly signed the document. Then, disregarding her image, she threw herself onto Kitahara in her black stockings and short skirt, her eyes full of affection: "Boss, I want to have a child for you right now."

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Kitahara rolled his eyes repeatedly, patted her pert buttocks, and said irritably, "Get up, I don't have time to have a baby with you right now."

"No, no!"

Miyoko Nakamaki's eyes were alluring. Kitahara had no interest in her, so he kicked her out of the office, went to eat dinner nearby as usual, and continued working overtime.

Ten p.m.

As Kitahara stepped out of his office, he saw Nakamaki Miyoko waiting beside him. Upon seeing him, she winked and asked, "Did you miss me?"

Aren't you going to rest?

"Waiting for you."

Miyoko Nakamaki took his hand and said with a smile, "I recently bought a new swimsuit, it's very sexy, do you want to see it?"

Since they've extended an invitation, there's no reason to refuse.

Kitahara nodded and said, "Let's go to your apartment."

Subsequently.

He arrived at the company entrance and was surprised to find that the Maybach he had just mentioned wanting to buy that afternoon was now right in front of him.

"You're pretty quick." Kitahara was speechless for a moment.

"Of course! I've had my eye on this one for ages. Get in the car, I'll take you for a spin!" said Miyoko Nakamura with high spirits.

Kitahara smiled slightly and got into the car.

The car started and headed towards Miyoko Nakamaki's apartment.

home.

It was pitch black.

Kitahara was still looking for a light when a familiar scent filled the air around him. Nakamaru Miyoko whispered in his ear, "Don't turn on the light, just leave it like this."

After the aftertaste.

Nakamura Miyoko contentedly tidied her clothes, casually tossing away her tattered stockings into the trash can.

Her face was flushed, and she was in a good mood. She nestled naked against Beiyuan, feeling the afterglow of passion.

Kitahara embraced her slender waist.

Stroking her delicate skin and those alluring breasts, I wondered how this woman maintained her skin so well; it was always so beautiful and irresistible.

"By the way, what's the situation with the other companies?"

Amidst their affection, Kitahara didn't forget to inquire about serious matters: "Didn't I tell you to go and find out? What was the result?"

"The boss is brilliant. They were unprepared and their production capacity was insufficient. Now they're barely making up for it, and not only are there many defective products, but they're also selling them at high prices."

Start up a production line.

It is a very expensive and time-consuming process that requires many rounds of debugging.

Starting production hastily will only increase the defect rate, which is also Kitahara's advantage. However, during this period, it does not affect making money.

After all, demand exceeds supply.

So other companies are getting criticized while making money, and they can even raise prices.

At this moment, Miyoko Nakamura coughed and suggested to Kitahara that he form a public relations team to attack the competitors.

"Our competitors are all idiots; there's no need to tolerate them."

"We don't need to do much, just give it a push."

“At this critical moment, the indigenous people will rush to their aid.”

It must be said that Miyoko Nakamaki's suggestion was quite interesting, and Kitahara was intrigued.

exactly.

He was being followed by paparazzi a while ago, and with the help of his colleagues in Kyoto, he's now retaliating.

then.

Kitahara began to arrange personnel to recruit a public relations team.

a few days later.

In front of the newly established department, Kitahara specifically emphasized the need to promote positive energy and advocate serving the people, portraying himself as a great, glorious, and righteous figure, and had it spread online as a company promotional video.

Whether it works or not doesn't matter; I've done it anyway, and I've created this persona.

At the same time, donations were arranged.

This move won't actually attract much attention, since many other people do the same thing.

But the important thing is to get down to business next.

After Kitahara left, Miyoko Nakamaki, as his confidante and also the one who did the dirty work, began to take the lead in the entire public relations team and put the media machine into full operation.

first day.

She began spreading rumors, accusing Kinoshita's company of profiteering from the national crisis.

The public is irrational; once they see it on social media, they take the lead and start attacking.

obviously.

In this capitalist-dominated country, who cares about the affairs of ordinary people?

Kinoshita sat in his office, watching as the company's comment section was bombarded with criticism, and sneered, "These are utterly disgraceful things."

"President Kinoshita, shouldn't we tone it down a bit?"

"unnecessary."

Kinoshita declared sternly, "Let things be as they are. I'm not the only one raising prices. Go complain to someone else!"

The public outcry lasted for two days.

Soon, netizens discovered that these companies not only did not restrain themselves, but continued to amass wealth with impunity, which aroused public anger. After all, it was closely related to them, and protests and demonstrations began.

These "netizens" are calling on everyone to unite and boycott these unscrupulous companies.

Regarding the changing public opinion online.

Kinoshita naturally noticed this and felt uneasy, so he sent people to investigate, but to no avail.

This is also the time.

Kitahara's company began to appear in the public eye as a positive example, and he received a lot of praise. Everything is judged by comparison. Normally, he was just an ordinary entrepreneur, but with these unscrupulous businessmen as a contrast, he suddenly became like a saint.

No price increases, high quality, and even the capacity to help the public.
"Damn, we're both bosses, but the difference is so huge!"

"If only there were more entrepreneurs with such a conscience."

There are such comments circulating online.

However, since masks are a necessity, people in physical stores can complain as they please and buy them as they please, but they feel like they're being cheated when they buy them, since who wants to be ripped off?
Public opinion continues.

It was around this time that large landowners like Kinoshita started to get anxious and tentatively called Kitahara to invite him to dinner.

However, Kitahara declined all offers, citing his busy schedule.

The company presidents frowned at Kitahara's feigned death. This shameless marketing stunt had ruined what was supposed to be a win-win situation for everyone, which made them very unhappy.

Soon someone messaged Kitahara: "President Kitahara, isn't what you're doing unfair?"

"silly dog."

Kitahara glanced at his phone and cursed, "Who's being kind to you? I'll take your lives."

The Kinoshitas discussed whether to lower the price.

However, this is obviously unrealistic. Production capacity was already insufficient, and now they are lowering prices. If they don't make a lot of money, this opportunity will never come again after this flu outbreak!
So far.

These large landowners still underestimated the flu, believing it to be time-limited, and Kitahara was digging his own grave by doing everything he was doing.

Face masks have always been a niche market.

Kitahara is now frantically increasing its production capacity. Once the flu is over, they can just wait to die, let alone choose to sell normally now for the sake of a little bit of fame.

There is an old saying next door, which is: "Confucius said by the river, 'Time flows on like this, never ceasing day or night.'"

"This means that people who are looking for death come to their deaths like a river, day and night!"

After discussing it, the group exchanged a smile.

"Let him be smug for a few weeks."

"Once the flu is over, the young people will know what a blow really is!"

(End of this chapter)