Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 217 Official Announcement
Kitahara had forgotten what day it was in Kyoto; he only remembered that it had been raining every day since he arrived.

Another night.

He sat in the living room, quietly listening to the rain outside the window. The villa was very quiet. Bei Yuan felt his way upstairs and pressed the doorknob in the third room—it wasn't locked, just as he had expected.

When the door was opened, the woman was wrapped in a quilt. The thin silk quilt could not cover her beautiful figure. Sato Sayuri was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed. She had been traveling around recently, wandering around as if taking revenge, which caused her to sleep very soundly at night.

Kitahara locked the door, quietly went to the bedside, took off his clothes and lay down under the covers. He closed his eyes, and what appeared in his mind was the angry little lily from that rainy night. He didn't say anything then, and now that he thinks about it, he probably had nothing to say.

Can't sleep.

Kitahara didn't disturb his partner, but checked his phone for messages, mainly focusing on work-related matters.

Filming for Unnatural has been going on for a month, and it will be finished in three months. It will be released next spring at a later date, which will also give the lead actor some advertising.

Kyoto.

In the past two days, several joint venture companies have joined the industry. Beiyuan noticed that the investors looked familiar, so he had someone check and found that it was the same old bunch of people who had changed their names to make money. The adjustment of the consumption tax and the rectification of past wrongs have had a significant impact on them.

Or rather, it affects everyone.

Recently, Kyoto's housing prices have been fluctuating wildly, causing significant losses for large landowners. They've started looking for ways to make money elsewhere. Kita originally thought they wouldn't care about this small amount of money, but it turns out they've gone to extremes.

They even sent an invitation to Kitahara, actually taking the initiative to show weakness and want to give him face so that everyone could make money together.

"A bunch of idiots. At a time like this, who's going to joke around with you?" Kitahara commented casually, while simultaneously signaling to the public relations department to keep an eye on these people and give them a warning occasionally.

The competitors are idiots, using them to make themselves look good.

The financial report for September was released a few days ago, showing an increase of more than 2 billion. The only way to limit profits is through production capacity. The government is worried that he will stop after making money and maintain the current scale, so they have agreed to some policies, such as giving preferential treatment for land purchases.

In response, Miyoko Nakamaki suggested: "Why not just move the medical factory in Tokyo to Kyoto? The lease there is about to expire anyway, so I can bring Kana to Kyoto."

Kitahara thought of her best friend who was in medical engineering and nodded in agreement. She had applied for quite a few patents, including nebulizers, so they decided to set up a new factory to manufacture the equipment.

In the wake of the flu pandemic, the demand for medical equipment has not weakened but rather increased.

He knew this was the trend of the future.

After speaking, Miyoko Nakamura started to argue with herself again, saying hesitantly, "But we don't have much spare cash right now. Opening a new factory would cost a lot, and we can't guarantee that this company will continue to be profitable. Let's be conservative. I think three years should be enough."

She is ambitious, but not stupid. She knows that haste makes waste, and given that the current 'dividends' may disappear at any time, she must be conservative.

In response, Kitahara shook his head and said, "Let's be straightforward and do it now. Take advantage of the support projects while they are available. In a few years, the government might change its tune."

During the flu season, employment plummeted.

In order to maintain the employment rate, the Kyoto government has begun to make various promises, such as many low-interest or even interest-free loans, which have created hundreds of jobs for the local area as long as Kitahara is willing to invest.

Miyoko Nakamaki opened her mouth, but did not refute his opinion, after all, Kitahara was the boss.

"I'll talk to the government officials tomorrow and try to get things settled as soon as possible."

"Thanks a lot."

The phone screen flickered, and Kitahara was engrossed in his work. He had many good opportunities in the new factory and could make great strides. A few seconds later, he heard a slight noise—the sound of someone turning over in bed.

Kitahara turned his head to look at her. Sato Sayuri was staring at him with her eyes open. She had turned over at some point and hidden herself under the covers, only her forehead and bright eyes showing, like a little girl.

Her eyes were clear and bright, staring at him intently, as if she were looking at something interesting, sometimes gentle, sometimes cold, unpredictable.

"Did I wake you?" Kitahara asked softly. He turned off his phone, but a slender white hand pressed it down. Sato Sayuri shook her head: "It's okay, don't worry about me, I'm just taking a look."

Kitahara hummed in agreement, but stood there awkwardly. He couldn't have women around while working, especially women he liked. Sato Sayuri was dressed in soft white fabric that outlined her beautiful curves. He didn't have those thoughts, but with such a beauty in his arms, how could he not have impure thoughts?
Sato Sayuri didn't think too much about it; she was just quietly observing the world he was in. In just half an hour, she saw Nakamaki Miyoko's competence and decisiveness, and Hanaya Seiko's shrewdness and experience.

Even Sakura Rena's charm was watched a few times. Sato Sayuri sighed and thought to herself that it was not easy to succeed, and she seemed to have nothing, but so what?

Sato Sayaka smoothed her cascading black hair and sighed softly.

Around midnight, the rain seemed to have stopped, and the room became even quieter, with only the sound of a wisp of wind blowing from afar, tapping against the window. The white noise of nature was very soothing, but Kitahara was not sleepy.

He turned off his phone, closed his eyes, and tossed and turned. Sato Sayuri's breathing was even, as if she were asleep. Kitahara looked at her in the moonlight, at her cool face and snow-white skin. The moonlight shone through the curtains, the blankets undulated, the ridges rose high, and the valleys fell straight down. Anyone could imagine the softness inside.

Kitahara closed his eyes, remembering the sanctity of this scene, and felt a deep sense of emotion.

'Whoosh whoosh'

Amidst the sound of the wind, Kitahara fell asleep. A moment later, Sayuri Sato opened her eyes and looked at him.

Without a sound, she pouted and sat up, letting her black hair flow freely down her back. Her milky white clothes clung to her body, soft and high. If Beiyuan were awake at this moment, he would understand what she meant, but he was too tired, and even in his sleep his eyes were closed.

Sato Sayuri stormed out of the house, only to find the living room lights flickering, and Hanaya Seiko, dressed in pajamas, looking at her with a half-smile.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?" Her voice unconsciously softened, a little guilty.

"Can't sleep, need to take care of some things, and maybe meet the heartless man," Hanaya Seiko patted the sofa, but it was empty. Sato Sayuri felt like she was talking to herself.

"I'm going back."

"Have a sweet dream."

The door was tightly shut. Hanaya Seiko glanced upstairs, her legs pressed tightly together, and gently rubbed them. She felt a strong urge to take a bath again.

early morning.

When Kitahara woke up, he realized he had overstepped his bounds, his arms around the female teacher's waist, letting her black hair brush against his fingertips, while her soft and beautiful body lay in his arms.

He didn't move, silently feeling her body temperature. Suddenly, he lowered his head, wanting to kiss her soft and delicate lips, but at this moment, Sato Sayuri woke up, raised her clear and cold eyes to look at him, her gaze somewhat indifferent, and met his eyes.

Their eyes met for a long time. Kitahara recalled that a few months ago, when they first met, her eyebrows and eyes were still spirited and she had a vibrant feeling. But now that spiritedness had been smoothed out, and she was more gentle and had lost her sharpness.

"Aren't you going to let go?" Sato Sayuri said softly when she saw that he didn't speak.

"Huh? Huh?" Kitahara was taken aback, then responded, adding, "It touched me by itself while I was sleeping."

Sato Sayuri didn't answer. She got up on her own, put on a white dress, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

She washed up and went out.
Miyoko Nakamaki was already waiting in the living room. When Sayuri Sato came out, she muttered to herself, "It should be my turn according to the order."

Sato Sayuri ignored her and went to cook, making grilled fish, which Nakamaki Miyoko didn't like.

"Why fish again?"

"If you're not satisfied, do it yourself."

Miyoko Nakamura had no choice but to accept.

Hanaya Seiko left home early, taking an early morning flight to Tokyo. She wouldn't be back until this afternoon. Noon.

After lunch, Kitahara returned to the company and glanced at the trading board. He had already bought nearly $200 million worth of shares, and Tesla's stock price had broken through $380. His reward was waiting for next year's presidential election.

This matter is still unfolding, with major conglomerates exerting their efforts, waiting and observing until the dust settles before a new round of reshuffling takes place.

These things have nothing to do with him.

The assistant knocked on the door, and Kitahara answered. It was an invitation, yet another one. Since arriving in Kyoto, more and more people had been inviting him to banquets, and he vaguely felt like he had become a celebrity.

in the afternoon.

Kitahara noticed that someone was watching him, especially the public relations staff, a few young girls who had just been hired this year and were majoring in journalism and media. When they saw Kitahara, they started to pester him.

"President Kitahara, is this you?"

"Ok?"

Kitahara was taken aback and looked down at the picture in their hands. It was a temple, painted in bright red, with a man and a woman in red and white robes, standing in the pouring rain, exuding an almost ethereal aura.

The photo is so clear that you can almost see the fine pores. It is precisely because of this that the dew trembling between Kitahara's eyelashes and his willow-like eyebrows captivate many women.

He possesses both wealth and good looks, along with a youthful charm, making him a rare breed on the internet.

The discussion wasn't just about Kitahara, but also about Sayuri Sato. Dressed in red with a cool and aloof expression, she resembled a noblewoman from some wealthy family. Netizens began to fabricate her identity, sparking much debate. Some said she was Kitahara's mistress, while others said she was the eldest daughter of one of the Five Regents.

Kitahara glanced at it a few times, and there was a lot of discussion. He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, logged into his account, and began to verify his official information.

In his self-introduction, he wrote that he was the president of Beimu Company, and a few seconds later, customer service called him.

Amidst the discussions.

Kitahara casually replied, "This is my girlfriend."

At first, his remarks were unremarkable, but soon they were dug up and pinned by the blogger.

"We've caught the real person!"

"Is that really her? (Eating popcorn)"

Kitahara did not respond to such comments, having already made his stance clear. This minor incident briefly went viral before disappearing from public view.

Capital (Kousaka) has stepped in.

That night, Kitahara attended a banquet for a wealthy family's birthday. Their daughter was turning eighteen, a coming-of-age ceremony. He drank a few cups in high spirits, but not too much, until Nakamaki Miyoko arrived and he was willing to start a conversation.

"Drink more wine." Miyoko Nakamaki silently reminded her, glancing around at the handsome men and beautiful women, all impeccably dressed and powerful.

“Don’t look down on yourself. You’re no worse than these people, and you might even be better.” Kitahara shook his head and chuckled.

"No, that's not what I meant."

Miyoko Nakamura's voice lowered even further, "Tonight it's my turn, I won't have enough fun unless I get completely drunk."

"?"

Kitahara looked at her in surprise, and saw Nakamaki Miyoko smiling silently. She was wearing a violet dress, her figure tall and proud, her semi-circular body trembling, which was particularly attractive.

Miyoko Nakamaki didn't say much, she just kept drinking. She had seen what happened that afternoon, and her jealousy was burning like fire, almost bursting out.

Why that woman?

She makes such terrible grilled fish, yet she's always grinning like an idiot. Why is she the one who gets to do it?
Sitting upright like an immortal, but with a heart as jealous as a demon, Nakamaki Miyoko was burning with rage, just waiting to get home that night so she could take Kitahara to his death on the spot.

She succeeded.

Bei needed to get thoroughly drunk anyway, and with her by his side, he went along with it, drinking a lot of good red wine. He leaned drunkenly against the car, his eyes glazed over.

"The plan worked."

Miyoko Nakamaki was overjoyed and was preparing to open a hotel when she received a call from Sayuri Sato.

She hesitated for a moment, then answered, "What's wrong?"

"Is he next to you? Let him answer the phone." The woman's voice carried a hint of reproach, as if she had seen through Nakamaki Miyoko's thoughts. The latter was sweating and said in a low voice, "He's drunk. I'll take him home later."

"where is it?"

"No need for you to trouble yourself."

"Add me, I'm here too." Hanaya Seiko suddenly spoke up, her tone unfriendly: "Where did you take him? Hand him over right now."

Without any choice.

Miyoko Nakamaki had no choice but to grit her teeth and take Kitahara home. Back at the villa, the living room lights were still on, and two fox-like women in their pajamas had stern expressions. Sayuri Sato saw the drunken Kitahara and her face was amused.

"Is this some kind of drunken play? Miyoko, you're in a good mood."

Miyoko Nakamura shook her head repeatedly: "No, he was happy at the banquet and drank a bit too much. I couldn't stop him."

Hanaya Seiko snorted lightly: "It's not that I can't persuade you to drink; I think you're the best at persuading people to drink."

Miyoko Maki felt guilty as she asked, "How could you ruin someone's reputation for no reason?"

"Since everyone's back, let's just leave it at that."

In the end, it was Sayuri Sato who took them to wash up, leaving Seiko Hanaya and Miyoko Nakamaki sitting in the living room, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Aren't you angry?" Miyoko Nakamura suddenly spoke up.

Although she didn't say what it was about, she felt that Hanaya Seiko knew that this proud woman seemed to care about nothing, but her desires were stronger than anyone else's.

"I have no reason to be angry." Hanaya Seiko said softly, "I am the eldest daughter of the Hanaya family. I was born to have everything. Your attempt to sow discord is pointless."

Her eyes were indifferent, and she remained silent no matter what Miyoko Nakamaki said afterward.

She went back to her room dejectedly.

Seiko Hanaya then took out potato chips from her bag and started eating them while watching TV.

Her eyes glazed over, as if she remembered something. With a slight squeeze of her fingertips, the potato chips shattered and fell onto her long, slender legs. Hanaya Seiko belatedly lowered her head, then raised it again, looking at the bathtub on the second floor, and murmured, "How could I possibly get angry over something like this?"

(End of this chapter)