Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 219 Douyin Agency Rights

The rain in Tokyo is different from that in Kyoto; it's colder and has a harsher feel.

The sky was gray and gloomy, and the rain started to fall. When the cheap lights shone on it, it had a cyberpunk feel to it.

But Kitahara found it wonderful.

Plan passes.

As expected, it was better for Hanaya to step forward than for me to do it myself. They were both women, and Hanaya understood Sayuri's psychology better.

From the moment she boarded the plane until she landed, Sayuri Sato did not say a word, but her actions and attitude had already given her tacit approval.

After leaving the airport, she silently got into Beiyuan's car, her meaning clear: she was going to stay at the villa.

He drove the women home, then hurriedly left the villa and went to his company alone.

I've been away from Tokyo for a few weeks.

Let's take a look at the development situation.

Jingu Ryo happened to be in his office. When he saw him arrive, he got up and reported to him.

"No rush, come for a walk with me."

"Take a walk?"

Jingu Ryo was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses, thinking it was a test for her. She became serious, her long legs in black stockings pressed together tightly, and followed Kitahara step by step.

When Kitahara was sick, Nakamaki and Jingu each took charge of one side. Although the system in Kyoto was mature, there were many seasoned veterans, while the system in Tokyo was still in its infancy and just starting out. He was a little worried that Jingu Ryo wouldn't be able to keep people in check.

The company has two directions: one is Kitahara's main business of investment, and the other is to pursue the MCN route. Jingu Ryo explained as he walked: "There are four people in the finance department, all of whom are senior and experienced. I'm training new people in the administration department, and I poached someone from the old company for the business unit."

Jingu Ryo came from a large corporation and understands how systems work; he subconsciously builds frameworks in that direction.

even though.

It's too early for Ichibanboshi now, but Kitahara doesn't think it matters; it's bound to happen sooner or later anyway.

He toured the company premises and saw new faces.

They weren't afraid of Kitahara, but were curious about who the newcomer brought by the Minister of the Shrine was, since he didn't even use honorifics. Some of the older people were secretly laughing.

After a tour, the system was almost fully established, and all that was left was to wait for profitability. In this regard, Beiyuan's system provided a great deal of assistance.

Normally, media companies invest for a long time in the early stages, waiting for an internet celebrity to go from obscurity to explosive popularity. However, the first newcomer that Beiyuan discovered, who was initially considered a "landmine" (a term used to describe someone who is initially perceived as unpopular), is now beginning to transform and has become a well-known female anchor who skirts the edge of fame.

"It's hard to imagine that she's so shy in the real world, but so uninhibited online." Jingu Ryo was a little speechless. Although she had been married for many years, when it came to dirty jokes, she was not even as good as a young virgin.

“Things online are all fake, there’s no need to take them seriously. She’s just playing out her own persona,” Kitahara said.

Subsequently.

He then asked Jingu Ryo if anyone in the company was aspiring to become a female star.

With the "little green tea" incident already making a good start, he plans to send more people into the entertainment industry. TV Asahi still has several scripts that lack funding, and Kitahara can tentatively invest a little in them for mutual benefit.

"I'll have someone ask about it tonight."

"By the way, President Kitahara, there have been many new forms of live-streaming e-commerce lately."

Live-streaming e-commerce originated in the United States, but it wasn't very popular there. It was the neighboring country that started it, and it's still a rarity in Japan.

After all, the programmers here are still in the last century, and code is something that updates and iterates very quickly.
Jingu Ryo made this suggestion simply to educate Kitahara, but the latter took it seriously and prepared to acquire the Japanese agency rights for TikTok so that he could use it to promote products for his own livestreamers.

“I’ll go check it out next week,” Kitahara said, asking Jingu Ryo to book his plane ticket. The latter was taken aback, not expecting him to be so decisive.

If I make this wasted trip, I'll probably blame myself.

Jingu Ryo quickly said, "Perhaps we can wait a bit longer. The current situation in Japan does not support this approach."

"Are you familiar with the lipstick effect?" Kitahara asked.

Jingu Ryo nodded. She was well aware that everyone over thirty years old would miss the decadent era of the last century, and the lipstick effect after the bubble burst was a product of that era.

“When the economy is in a downturn, people tend to reduce consumption and material desires. What we’re selling is just ordinary toilet paper, but at a lower price. We’re contacting the original manufacturer directly and shipping it to them,” Kitahara explained.

"But how can we be sure that someone will buy it?"

"That's the role of a broadcaster."

If the streamer doesn't swindle his family, who else will he swindle? Beiyuan recalled what happened before his rebirth. Back then, he had also spent money on female streamers who flirted with the wrong side of the law. He could only say that if you don't make money, you might as well make it.

but.

It seemed that he couldn't secure the Douyin agency rights by himself. Kitahara decided to try and get some more information from Yuuka Takasaka later, and then just go find her.

Soon, Jingu Ryo booked a flight for Kitahara to the neighboring country. Before that, he needed to get a passport, but that wasn't difficult, as all countries welcome wealthy people.

Kitahara stayed inside Ichibanboshi for a while. Later, at 3 p.m., the rain seemed to have stopped, and the HR people came over and submitted a contract. They were undecided.

Kitahara took it and saw that it was from his girlfriend, Chikawa. He glanced at it a few times, said nothing, and silently put it in the drawer.

This was a shady contract. From beginning to end, Qianchuan Liangxiang didn't ask for a single penny; she simply worked for him for free. It was more like a marriage certificate than a contract.
A marriage certificate that expresses one's feelings.

For a girl, she had given everything to Kitahara.

The contract requires Qianchuan to have a certain amount of live streaming time each month, but since last month, Qianchuan has been absent from work without permission. After submitting a self-criticism, he started a short-term suspension of his online activity.

The HR department came over just to ask Kitahara's opinion.

"Don't worry about her."

"She'll broadcast whenever she feels like it."

Kitahara left those words behind, the HR staff member left, and he checked his phone for contact information.

I don’t know when.

My messages have disappeared without a trace, and now they're all unread.

Qianchuan is not a caged canary. Beiyuan gives her the respect she deserves and lets her leave Beiyuan. That's his thinking, putting himself in her shoes. But he often wonders if this is the right thing to do.
He remained silent in his office for a long time before pulling himself together. After all, it was always good to focus on his career and improve himself.

"I have business tonight."

"understood."

On the other end of the phone, Sayuri Sato rested her chin on her hand, a thin white veil fluttering at her feet. She was strolling along the riverbank. This wasn't the teachers' apartment, but Kitahara's villa.

She was decisive; after returning to Tokyo, she resolutely moved back, leaving this place that didn't belong to her.

But alas.
A hint of confusion flashed in Sato Sayuri's clear eyes, but it disappeared after a moment. She returned to the villa, turned on the lights, and sat alone on the sofa. In the evening, Hanaya Seiko was going to pick her up for a beauty treatment.

Meanwhile, enjoying the quiet of the villa all to herself, Sayuri Sato quietly opened the news article, swiping her finger up and down until she landed on Kitahara's reply.

After that day, I had a legitimate status.
She looked at it again and again, then suddenly sighed, feeling incredibly stupid for being bought off by such petty favors. She was utterly pathetic.

But Sayuri Sato glanced at her phone again, then leaned back and lay on the sofa, rolling around for no reason. She thought women in love were too brainless.

There was nothing she could do. She was a bit simple-minded to begin with, otherwise how could she have been tricked by Kitahara?
evening.

Seiko Hanaya opened the door and came in. She was stunned to see Sayuri Sato rolling around on the sofa. Sayuri stopped awkwardly, stood up and looked at her.

Hanaya Seiko didn't say much, "Let's go when you're ready."

After she finished speaking, she closed the door and left, leaving only Sayuri Sato behind the door, her face flushed.

Kitahara went directly to Yuuka Takasaka's house.

His relationship with the female CEO no longer requires any special introductions. At the same time, given their significant age difference, he is not worried about any trouble arising from it.

"Come in."

Takasaka Yuuka's voice was somewhat languid. Kitahara glanced at her as he entered. She must have just finished exercising and taken a shower; her cheeks were flushed, her dark hair was damp and hanging down, and the hem of her skirt, which hung down to her waist and hips, was thin and transparent.

From a distance, one could even see her snow-white, smooth thighs. These two long, beautiful legs were displayed unabashedly in her home, without any attempt to conceal them from visitors.

"Is it business or personal?" Yuuka Takasaka poured him some tea.

"Private matter."

The teapot was overflowing, and Gao Banyouxiang raised it, silently discouraging the tea from brewing.

Kitahara then changed his tune: "It's actually business, but it also depends on our personal relationship."

"Tell me, is it profitable?"

"It's very profitable."

Yuuka Takasaka became interested and listened attentively. Kitamoto then explained his thoughts. For someone with Yuuka Takasaka's trillion-dollar net worth, he tried to express himself as concisely and directly as possible, after all, the latter was quick-witted.

"Is there a plan?" Yuka Takasaka asked instinctively, applying the same tactics she used on her subordinates to Kitahara.

"No." Kitahara shrugged.

"You dare come to me without a plan? Someone who doesn't even have a plan wouldn't even be fit to be a section chief under me!" Yuuka Takasaka glared at him with her eyes narrowed.

"So I'm not a lowly section chief under the Gaoban Group." Kitahara said casually, stretching his back and arrogantly lying on the sofa, taking a sip of tea.

Yuuka Takasaka stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said, "That's true."

Kitahara then put down his teacup, silently rubbing his reddened hands, thinking to himself that the tea this woman brewed was scalding hot.
"However, even with our relationship, I can't guarantee it for you. This involves billions of dollars. If you want me to guarantee it, you first need to have the financial strength yourself."

“I will have it,” Kitahara said earnestly. “It should be around January next year.”

"January next year."

Yuuka Takasaka frowned. It was the time of the US presidential election. She glanced at Kitahara, knowing that he hadn't listened to her advice. Her brows furrowed and then relaxed, and the female CEO smiled.

Ignoring the advice of a beautiful woman will only lead to regret.
It's good that he lost everything.

He could recruit them into his own ranks and make them his top general, achieving the best of both worlds.

However, she still had to offer some advice, since they had known each other for a while. So, Yuuka Takasaka said a few words as a token gesture, but Kitahara didn't care and remained firm in his judgment.

“I can trust you on other things, but politics is not a game, and your financial tricks won’t work.” Yuuka Takasaka said confidently.

“Then we’ll see who’s right,” Kitahara said with a smile.

Yuuka Takasaka snorted, feeling that this little rascal was ungrateful, so she stopped talking about it.

After we finished discussing things...

Kitahara felt embarrassed to stay any longer, so he exchanged a few pleasantries and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, Takasaka Yuuka said quietly, "You're leaving already? Is this how you ask for a favor?"

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Kitahara looked at him suspiciously: "I wouldn't mind selling my body, if it were President Takasaka."

"What are you thinking? What I mean is, come downstairs with me for a walk. There are still many details we can discuss regarding your agency." Yuuka Takasaka said disdainfully.

She knew very well that Kitahara had many women outside, and although she thought this man was nice, she didn't really like such a womanizer.

"Since it's official business, just say it directly."

The female CEO of Takasaka lives right downstairs from the riverbank. Kitahara had long thought the scenery was beautiful, and now, as evening falls and the European lights come on, the garden with its ancient Roman architectural style comes into view.

Kitahara and Takasaka Yuuka strolled around the villa area. It seemed that she had changed her clothes specially because she was going out. She wore a dark purple dress and a beret. When the evening breeze blew, the dress clung to her body, making her look elegant and charming.

“I rarely see anyone walking this road, it’s a bit scary,” Takasaka Yuuka murmured to herself. “I always feel like something might come out in the dark.”

“Yes, I just saw a snake,” Kitahara nodded.

"snake?"

Takasaka Yuuka's hair stood on end, and she pressed herself against him nervously, asking warily, "Where are the snakes?"

She has been afraid of snakes since she was a child, and she tends to tremble whenever they appear.

"No, maybe I misread it." Bei originally planned to say some cheesy pickup lines, but seeing how scared she was, he thought he might get scolded if he said it.

"It's good that you misread it." Yuuka Takasaka breathed a sigh of relief, but then realized that it was not right for her to be so close to Kitahara, so she quickly let go.

Kitahara breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the mountain that had been pressing down on him slowly return to its original shape.

after a while.

Yuuka Takasaka sensed something was wrong. The property management of this community wasn't stupid; if there were snakes, they would have caught them already. Besides, there shouldn't be any snakes around here.
She stared at Kitahara, narrowing her eyes: "You really saw a snake?"

Kitahara didn't answer, but quickened his pace. Realizing she had been tricked, Yuuka Takasaka's chest heaved as she chased after him, hitting him.

If you didn't know better, you'd think they were a young couple.

Kitahara left President Takasaka's small home, and the latter, enraged, put up a sign at the door.

Cats and Kitahara are not allowed inside.

He's probably not welcome anytime soon.

Kitahara returned to the company and discussed the events of the evening with Jingu Ryo. The latter was amazed by his swift action but also worried about Kitahara's reckless gamble.

That's billions of dollars.
If something goes wrong, the worst-case scenario is bankruptcy. She has finally achieved a stable life and her career is thriving, so she really can't bear to give it up.

"No problem, I've got everything covered."

As Kitahara spoke, he jokingly comforted him, "If something really goes wrong, I'll just support you. I can still afford that much money."

"No, don't talk nonsense!" Jingu Ryo panicked, thinking Kitahara had taken it seriously. He left a few words and hurriedly departed. When he got to his office, his heart started pounding again.

After a while, Jingu Ryo finally recovered and sighed heavily, "No wonder so many girls like him."

"Who could resist such sweet talk?"

(End of this chapter)