Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 224 Talking in Sleep
After chatting for a while, Kitahara said goodbye and returned to the hotel. Then, he arranged to meet up with Yuka Kousaka to visit the sights of Shikoku.

It wasn't until they were on the cable car, looking down at the mountain scenery, that Yuka Kousaka asked him, "When did you become interested in building cars?"

"It has always been there, but we just didn't have the strength before."

After working in finance for a long time, it all feels superficial. To truly establish oneself in this country, one must start with real industries. So Kitahara invested in Kyoto and Osaka, pouring all the money he made from the stock market into real industries.

Currently, it's a losing proposition. Japan's trade deficit is widening, relying entirely on domestic demand. However, Kitahara knows that this flu outbreak won't be short-lived, and there's still room for appreciation in the future.

"It's hard to believe you're not even twenty yet," Yuuka Kosaka said, staring at his young and handsome face with genuine admiration.

Kitahara smiled and shook his head, offering no reply.

after awhile.

After visiting the mountain scenery, Kitahara also took a trip to the Kousaka Group's production base in Shikoku. After all, with Yuuka Kousaka as the host, the tour was not difficult.

Japan's battery technology is not as advanced as its neighbors', but it started early and overcame some difficulties, so its development is going well.

Soon, Kitahara met the Ph.D. in physics at the Kosaka Group Research Institute. This Ph.D. was a graduate of the University of Tokyo and had studied in the United States. He was a talent that the Kosaka Group had paid a lot of money to retain.

"Don't chat at the door, come in," Ito Reo invited. He had already entertained Sato Koji yesterday, so he knew the ropes well.

Ito Reo was curious about Kitahara, a new face. Someone who could be brought in by his boss must be quite extraordinary. So he led Kitahara around, focusing on the performance of electric vehicles and their application in new energy vehicles, though there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

The flu outbreak had a negative impact on the market; throughout last year, the Kosaka Group sold a total of 1 GWh domestically.

GWh, also known as gigawatt-hour, is a commonly used unit of energy in the field of energy storage. It is approximately equivalent to one million kilowatt-hours of electricity.

However, after the flu outbreak, sales dropped noticeably.

This quarter alone, sales have already fallen by 20%, so the Kosaka Group is even more eager to promote new energy vehicles in order to capture the Japanese car market.

Kitahara listened attentively, while Kosaka Yuuka suggested, "Since you like it so much, why not buy some shares in our group?"

"Let's wait until next year, definitely next year," Kitahara replied.

"next year?"

Kosaka Yuuka frowned, not understanding what he meant, while Kitahara simply shook his head.

We will obtain the agency rights next year.

This is going to give the outdated internet a little shock. This kind of product promotion is something that's been done to death in other countries, but it's a first in Japan. Kitahara is well aware of how lucrative it can be.

Moreover, with the flu outbreak occurring now, fewer people are going out, which is even more beneficial for the e-commerce industry.

Right now, he looks up to Yuuka Kousaka, but next year, Yuuka Kousaka will treat him as her peer.

After learning about the development of neon batteries, the two headed back. On their way back, snowflakes began to fall. In the distant Shikoku region, nestled among these mountains, it had already started snowing.

night.

Kitahara was having dinner with Yuka Kosaka and several presidents of car groups. They were quite interested in this young man.

At the dinner table, Kitahara was already quite smooth, only talking big and not talking about anything substantial. He rambled on about which industries he was optimistic about, and after finishing his wine, he blushed and pretended to be dead, lying on the table.

All that was left was Yuuka Kousaka helplessly raising her glass to shield him from the drinking.

After the banquet ended.

With Kitahara's hand on her shoulder, Yuuka Kosaka laboriously trudged through the five-star hotel carpet in her high heels as she escorted him back to his room.

"call"

The female CEO sat on the soft, large bed, rubbing her aching shoulders, and couldn't help but complain, "It's so heavy, like a pig."

The bodyguard outside silently closed the door, pretending not to have heard anything; perhaps there would be a second half to today's events.

It's hard to say what the tastes of wealthy people are like.

Yuuka Kosaka took off her high heels and kicked them aside. She had no intention of taking advantage of the situation; she just wanted to get some information out of him. As astute as she was, she could tell at a glance that Kitahara hadn't drunk himself unconscious.

Perhaps I can learn something from it.

"Hey, hey, are you still awake?" Yuka Kousaka nudged him with her hand. Kitahara groggily opened his eyes, glanced at him, and then closed them again.

He drank quite a bit; after all, he was a new face, and there were too many people to meet. If everyone offered him a drink, even someone with a high alcohol tolerance would eventually pass out, unless they took some hangover medicine. "Looks like you're still awake. Get up, have a cup of tea before you sleep," Yuuka Kosaka poured him some tea.

After drinking the tea, Kitahara felt a little better, and Kosaka Yuuka then asked, "Nozomi, what exactly are you planning to do with all this?"

"What could be the reason? Why? It's developing in multiple directions," Kitahara said, confused.

"Aren't you afraid of losing everything?"

"I won't lose money. Masks will keep me going, and medical equipment is a long-term investment with an upcoming boom. If my assets don't increase tenfold, I'm worthless."

"That's amazing? Really?"

Yuuka Kousaka was about to swear when she looked at the drowsy Kitahara, her curiosity piqued, and asked, "What's the next big thing?"

"internet."

“Isn’t this from the last century?” Yuka Kousaka licked her lips. “Tell me more about it.”

"You can't reason with a woman like you."

"."

Even in her sleep, Yuuka Kousaka could hear his disgust and couldn't help but grind her teeth.

"Hold on, hold on, I'm here to get information out of you, not to fight," she said, her teeth clenched, her face flushed with anger.

"Is it related to TikTok?" Yuka Kousaka suddenly asked.

In a daze, Kitahara responded softly, while Kosaka Yuuka frowned again. For someone as conservative as her, influenced by Japanese culture, she simply couldn't understand why a piece of software would become a hot trend.

She gently nudged Kitahara: "Could you explain in more detail? What exactly is the reason?"

Kitahara was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't explain to fools."

"?!!!"

Yuuka Kousaka was furious, her eyes bulging with rage. When had she, the president of the Kousaka family, ever suffered such humiliation?

"Fine, I won't tell you! I'll investigate myself!"

"asshole!"

She rarely swore, but then she silently suppressed her anger and began asking about the stock market.

The more Yuka Kousaka listened, the more excited she became.

Kitahara is like an automatic question and answer machine; he will answer any question, and they are all very reasonable.

For example, if he wants to try investing in London gold, he'll say, "Don't drag me into this mess," and instead suggest trying some domestic healthcare stocks, offering conservative advice.

"Damn, I didn't know so much! You never told me before!"

"I've been keeping a ton of side jobs!"

As Yuuka Kosaka gritted her teeth, she couldn't help but feel a secret delight as she looked at Kitahara's handsome face. She reached out and pinched him, saying, "Drinking is good. You should drink more in the future. Only when you drink will I like you more."

After wantonly ravaging Kitahara's cheeks, Yuka Kousaka left the room satisfied.

After the latter left.

Kitahara then slowly got out of bed, rubbing his face and saying, "This woman is really greedy. Luckily, I left some things unsaid, otherwise I would have been completely fooled."

Subsequently.

His phone rang; it was a message from Yuka Kosaka.

First, show concern; second, while showing concern, mention how hard it was for you to bring him back to his room and how much effort you put into taking care of him.

Finally, she mentioned that she had organized another drinking party, and it was already arranged that Kitahara had to attend.

Kitahara narrowed his eyes. This woman wasn't satisfied with taking advantage of him once; she wanted to take more?

I'll teach her a lesson tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)