Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 207 Birthday
3pm.

Kitahara was originally the company that went to Kyoto.

In just a few days, the company underwent a major change. He heard from Nakamura Miyoko that many spies had come during this period, but she had caught them and was currently investigating them thoroughly.

Kitahara said he didn't care about this kind of business practice.

Step by step, step by step.

We've already fallen behind from the start, so what's the point of poaching people and data now?

but.

He still needed to be on guard, so he praised Miyoko Nakamura and encouraged her to keep up the good work.

"I guarantee the mission will be completed!"

After becoming a member of the management team, Zhongmu Meidaizi gradually changed, becoming more stern and possessing a subtle but noticeable air of authority.

Of course, this applies to Kitahara.

It's unclear how others feel; perhaps they're trembling with fear, after all, Miyoko Nakamura has just tasted the fruits of power, and some of her personality traits are hard to change.

night.

Kitahara held a short meeting to reaffirm the medium-term goals. Currently, Kitamoku has occupied most of the market in Kyoto and is even expanding outwards, gradually taking over surrounding cities such as Uji and Miyama.

This is thanks to the neighboring country, whose high-quality and low-priced products crippled its domestic manufacturing industry, resulting in very few competitors.

Kitahara's goal was to gradually occupy the Kansai region, with Kyoto at its head, and then spread outwards, heading straight for the Kanto region.

natural.

It will take several years, and time is on his side, since Kitahara knows that this flu will not end for several years.

This is an information gap that belongs only to oneself.

then.

After the meeting.

Beimu Company began to gradually expand its production capacity, recruit people, increase production lines, and extend its business to other areas.

The meeting concluded.

Kitahara's actions were quickly spread by those with ulterior motives, and the traditional landlord class, led by Kinoshita, began to silently mock him once again.

In a club.

Kinoshita was lying on the sofa with several people of similar age, while the women serving them were all young women. Amidst Kinoshita's laughter and chatter, he had already put his arm around a girl, and for a moment they were laughing and joking around.

"He doesn't really think he can make it big, does he?" someone mocked.

"Some people make quick money and think it's all due to their own abilities, not realizing it's just the favorable circumstances. I've seen plenty of people like Kitahara; he'll inevitably fall sooner or later." Kinoshita took a drag on his cigarette, looking quite content.

Earlier.

He regretted not selling the mask company to Kitahara. Now he realized he had made the right decision. Since the flu outbreak, he had made a fortune from the war, and the company's value had increased invisibly.

If you want to sell it now, it will be worth much more than before.

"That Kitamura kid is probably regretting it so much he's grinding his teeth." Kinoshita laughed heartily.

Joyful sounds came from inside the room.

the other side.

At nine o'clock in the evening, after having dinner, Kitahara was still at the company, sitting in the president's office.

Different people manage it.

The president's office is a bit different from others. Just like the office arranged by Jingu Ryo, it is simple, clean, and has a cool color scheme, with a focus on practicality.

Miyoko Nakamura, on the other hand, likes shiny things.

Therefore, this office is magnificent, with expensive paintings hanging on the walls, and the furniture inside is imported from abroad. There is even a small room next door specifically for sleeping.

Kitahara took a sip of tea, preparing to stay up all night.

Several other employees also stayed at the company through the night, as it was a critical time and the production line couldn't be stopped. Naturally, to maintain this level of production capacity, Kitahara offered generous compensation and implemented a series of incentive programs.

"Ding-dong-"

My phone received a text message from a stranger.

Kitahara opened the message and glanced at it. It was a conversation between Kinoshita and several colleagues. He didn't pay much attention to it, but he was quite interested in who sent the message.

It seems that even among the landlord class, there wasn't much harmony.

Kitahara expressed disdain for Kinoshita's comments:

"A bunch of idiots. You're making money now because the news hasn't broken yet. Once it does, let's see if you can still sell them."

"You really think this flu is weak?"

"Without a professional-grade mask, it's completely ineffective!"

He made a few sarcastic remarks.

Kitahara stopped paying attention to the matter and continued to focus on the consumption tax.

In the past few days, the yen has been trending downwards. The market isn't stupid; it will definitely react. Kitahara remained calm and gradually increased his holdings. However, at the same time, dissenting voices began to emerge.

In the forum, some people said that Abe might be playing a long game, since he would definitely take measures to save the market.

While some ridiculed such comments, many theoretical analyses agreed with the assessment.

The water has been stirred up.

The situation became even more confusing, and even Yuka Kousaka would frequently send messages to sound out Kitahara's opinion. To this, the latter's attitude was firm: "Shorting the yen is inevitable."

Abe wants the right to self-defense and wants to implement the security laws, but the United States will definitely not agree to that.

How can a son control his father?

Next Tuesday.

With the cabinet meeting approaching, Kitahara took advantage of this time to continue increasing his holdings.

It wasn't until late at night, almost 12:30, when all was quiet, that Kitahara stopped working and drove to Nakamaki Miyoko's house.

now.

This place is practically his home in Kyoto.

Kitahara seriously considered whether to buy this place, but Nakamaki Miyoko refused, saying that it was too small and that she wanted to save money to buy a big house so that her colleagues would be envious.

Kitahara got out of the car at the parking lot.

A September night.

It wasn't that hot; a gentle evening breeze helped relieve the fatigue from work.

Kitahara returned to Nakamaki Miyoko's apartment. As soon as he entered, fireworks went off, startling him.

inside the house.

Miyoko Nakamura changed into loungewear, wearing off-white lounge shorts that revealed her snow-white thighs, and a bear-patterned shirt on top. Her shiny black hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall.

It was obvious that she had just taken a shower; her face was bare of makeup, her skin was rosy, and she smelled wonderful.

I've never seen a Miyoko from Nakamura like this before.

Kitahara was somewhat surprised, then looked at the fireworks and asked, "What day is it today? Why are they setting off these?"

"It's your birthday! How could you forget that? Your memory is terrible, boss." Miyoko Nakamaki looked at him with disdain.

"Birthday?"

Kitahara exclaimed, then suddenly remembered that his birthday was September 5th, which was tomorrow.

No wonder Miyoko Nakamura left work early today.

It turns out he came here to celebrate.

"Thank you."

Kitahara was very touched and hugged her. Nakamaki Miyoko twisted her body and whispered in his ear with a grin, "Is there any reward?"

"what would you like?"

"you."

Miyoko Nakamaki's eyes were filled with possessiveness, and she smiled proudly: "I don't want anything, I just want you."

"You're dreaming. With me, all the wealth and everything else will be yours." Kitahara joked with a smile, while Nakamaki Miyoko just curled her lips and didn't say a word.

She said she loved Kitahara's money.

It must be love. From the beginning, it brought her benefits, and now Kitahara has given her enough shares in the company. But Nakamura Miyoko's ambition is also growing stronger.

She not only wanted Kitahara's money, but also his person; she wanted to possess everything. Love is selfish.

This was an unforgettable night, and the first time Kitahara had someone to celebrate his birthday with since the passing of his loved ones.

Wait until the passion fades.

Kitahara lay shirtless on the bed, with Nakamaki Miyoko already asleep beside him. In the early hours of the morning, several emails arrived simultaneously, all celebrating his birthday.

Kitahara expressed his gratitude.

Seiko Hanaya and her girlfriend even wanted to fly to Kyoto to celebrate his birthday.

However, he rejected them all.

After all, I'll be quite busy these next few days, so I'm not in a rush to celebrate my birthday.

the next morning.

A report broke the silence in Kyoto: a medical paper confirming that ordinary masks are ineffective against the virus unless they meet specific standards.

For a while.

Public opinion was in an uproar, and Kinoshita and the others were dumbfounded.

Because this meant that what they produced was completely useless, they immediately contacted the local television station to whitewash the situation.

No matter what.

The public is quite sensitive to these things.

In addition, given their recent scandals, people spontaneously began to avoid them. Kitahara did nothing, not even needing public relations, yet successfully gained a large market share.

After all, the specifications for their products are clearly stated.

The Kyoto market was completely overrun in just one morning.

September 6th.

Kitahara was summoned for questioning by government officials.

September 7th.

A notice of gratuitous sponsorship was published on the company's official website. When netizens clicked on it, they could see that Kitahara stated that in order to maintain social harmony and stability and for humanitarian reasons, he was willing to donate a certain amount of money free of charge.
These tactics are common public relations methods under normal circumstances, but they are particularly important in the current context.

natural.

In addition, Kitahara also did some underhanded things, such as secretly disclosing his salary and benefits, and then creating a fake account to let 'passersby' compare and see how conscientious he really is compared to his peers.

Before long, Kitahara garnered a series of praises, achieving both fame and fortune.

even.

Some people are even urging his company to go public.

However, Kitahara ignored all of this. After leaving Kyoto, he immediately went to Osaka. In addition to sightseeing, he also specifically checked out the address of the new company, preparing to expand.

The local government is very welcoming of investment, as they are currently facing a serious employment problem, and offered him a series of preferential policies upon his arrival.

September 9th.

Kitahara transferred Miyoko Nakamaki's best friend from Tokyo to be in charge of the new company in Osaka.

after that.

He temporarily halted his activities and returned to Tokyo.

It was 7 p.m. that evening.

Kitahara invited Yuuka Kosaka to dinner at an omakase restaurant in Shinjuku.

The female CEO booked a private room specifically to see him and even invited a yakitori master to perform grilling chicken skewers on the spot.

'Jingle Bell--'

Kitahara pushed open the door to the private room. The interior was elegantly decorated and brightly lit, while outside was the dazzling lights of Shinjuku. Kosaka Yuuka was wearing a tall dress and gracefully swaying her wine glass. A chair had already been reserved for her next to her.

"You're here? Have a seat. It's so hard to meet someone as busy as you," Yuka Kousaka couldn't help but tease.

"I've been quite busy lately."

Kitahara was dressed casually, but it suited his figure well. He had gotten quite tanned recently because he had been running around with people and getting sunburned.

but.

He still has a lot of style, after all, he has a good-looking face and a well-maintained physique.

Yuuka Kousaka glanced at him a few more times, but her eyes were full of admiration: "Let's eat, we can chat while we eat."

"it is good."

Kitahara sat in a chair, surrounded by the alluring fragrance of the female CEO, while the chef in front of him, having received tacit approval, silently began preparing the meal.

Sea urchin, snow crab, botan shrimp, tuna sushi
Wait until after you finish eating.

Yuuka Kosaka then asked the chef to leave, leaving only the two of them in the private room.

"Tomorrow is the day of the announcement, are you nervous?" she joked.

Cabinet meetings are held every Tuesday, and the public is informed afterwards through press releases, including information about this consumption tax reform.

That will be their busy time.

"A little."

Kitahara looked relaxed. "However, I stick to my judgment, so I'll sleep however I want tonight."

"You have the air of a great general. Even I got a little nervous," Yuka Kousaka joked. She had placed her complete trust in Kitahara and invested several hundred million dollars in foreign exchange. If that got stuck, she was afraid she would lose so much that her position in the company would be unstable.

"Then the president still needs to practice. He needs to keep his emotions in check; a poker face is a gambler's natural equipment," Kitahara said with a smile.

"I'm not a gambler."

Yuuka Kousaka said casually, but after talking to her, she regained her confidence.

of course.

This was also paved by Kitahara's previous successes of more than ten times.

Subsequently.

Yuka Kosaka talked to him about company matters, offering some unique insights into the expansion of Kitahara, including inside information about dealing with political and institutional figures and some long-established companies in Kyoto.

Kitahara was truly amazed. As expected of the head of the Kousaka Group, he knew a lot about inside information.

The meeting didn't end until 11 p.m.

Kitahara and Kosaka Yuuka went out together. This time, they were both more cautious, observing whether there were any people taking pictures nearby.

“It’s quite dangerous for you to be alone. Why don’t you get in my car? At least you’ll have bodyguards with you,” Yuuka Kosaka suggested.

Kitahara did indeed feel that things were a bit dangerous.

I used to be fine being alone.

Now that I'm the president of a company, I'm bound to be targeted by people with ulterior motives, so it's better to hire a bodyguard.

even though.

He has now clearly aligned himself with Yuuka Kosaka's forces, so no one will dare to openly attack him, for fear of retaliation.

But the real danger is that some reckless fool might kidnap someone and then kill them, which would be a real problem.

Kitahara's system doesn't sell resurrection coins.

"Okay."

Kitahara followed Kosaka Yuuka into the car, and after confirming the address, the bodyguard drove him home.

on the way back.

Kitahara also started thinking about whether to hire another bodyguard, so he asked Kosaka Yuka for her opinion. Unexpectedly, she casually tossed him a contact number, saying that this company had protected government figures before, and since he wasn't short of money, he might as well use their company.

The next morning, Kitahara contacted the company and expressed his toothache over the price.

However, I gritted my teeth and paid anyway.

That afternoon.

Kitahara sat in front of the television right on time, waiting for the news.

soon.

The news broadcast was turned on, with the camera pointed directly at the Parliament House. In addition, many interludes and current events were broadcast.

A familiar figure, Abe-san, surrounded by a crowd, began to announce his policies.

(End of this chapter)