Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 225

The next morning, Kitahara was watching videos.

The main focus is on several video websites: YouTube, Instagram, and LINE. Each of these has its own characteristics. For example, YouTube focuses on long videos, Instagram focuses on fashion and lifestyle, while LINE leans more towards social networking.

The three video websites are separate entities, each with its own advantages and disadvantages. However, in Beiyuan's view, there are still significant problems with algorithm-driven approaches, and a disruptive force is needed to stir things up.

'Knock knock—'

Someone knocked on the door. Kitahara said the door wasn't locked, and Kosaka Yuuka pushed the door open and came in. Today, she had her black hair tied up, wore a light brown dress, and had a dignified and noble face. With her full and tall figure, she was undoubtedly a noblewoman.

“Your conversation with Koji Sato yesterday was recorded and posted online,” Yuka Kousaka said.

"Are there paparazzi around here?"

Kitahara was surprised and opened the news to take a look. One of the trending topics was the debate between new and old cars.

The writer of the article is quite intelligent, having analyzed the pros and cons of both options and offered his perspective from different angles. Currently, the two sides of netizens hold opposing views, while many others are simply curious about the newly emerged name, Kitahara.

"The one that owns a mask company."

"He's quite handsome."

"He has a good relationship with the female CEO of the Kousaka family."

Many people also tried to educate the public, although Kitahara didn't like to hear any of it. He glanced at the crowd and saw that most people still favored gasoline cars. This was not what the Kosaka Group wanted to see, since they were a battery manufacturer and wanted to expand their business.

"Let them say what they want." Kitahara glanced at the scene a few times, showing no intention of getting involved himself.

“This time I’ll learn my lesson. Some things can’t be said in public. Japanese reporters are quite ruthless,” Yuka Kousaka said with a smile.

For her, this news was beneficial, after all, it was free advertising. As long as more people knew about the tram, the Kosaka Group could reap the biggest profits.

"Is this all the business you've come to me about?"

"Didn't you want to meet someone from TikTok? The Singaporean has agreed to meet you next week. He asked me to ask when you're free."

"anytime."

Kitahara was determined to secure the agency, so he immediately agreed.

noon.

The two had dinner at the hotel. Kitahara originally planned to go out for a stroll, but Kosaka Yuuka stopped him: "You're quite well-known now. If I were you, I wouldn't go out without bodyguards anymore."

“In Japan, especially in rural areas like this, there are quite a few criminals hiding.”

Although Kitahara wasn't afraid of being kidnapped, he agreed and found a hot spring resort. While enjoying the snowy scenery in the mountains, he received a massage from a young girl. After leaving the resort feeling refreshed, Kitahara went to another event, this time to a drinking party hosted by Yuuka Kosaka.

This time, the people were different again. They were some general managers from investment banks, and a few Americans who looked to be from Wall Street.

For these people.

Kitahara wasn't very interested, but they were quite intrigued by him, since he hadn't made a mistake since his debut, which was practically a miracle.

“Mr. Kitahara.” One of the young men, with blond hair and who called himself Rogers, extended his hand and greeted Kitahara.

Yuuka Kousaka glanced at him, then leaned closer to Kitahara and whispered, "His uncle is George Soros, that famous speculator. I never expected he would know you."

"Hello."

Kitahara shook hands with him and they chatted casually. The young man from Wall Street was very interested in Kitahara's ideas, but the latter was not interested in him and just gave him perfunctory replies. It wasn't until they exchanged contact information and made an appointment to play golf together next time that Kitahara finally got away.

“A big star.” Yuka Kousaka swayed as she leaned against Kitahara, one hand on his shoulder.

Kitahara ignored her, reached for a cocktail, and drank it all in one gulp.

The Westerners' enthusiasm was quite different from the conservative atmosphere here, and he found it a bit overwhelming. "Drink slowly, you'll get drunk if you drink too fast. Wine is meant to be savored," Yuuka Kosaka reminded him.

"Perfect excuse to leave."

Kitahara wasn't interested in this kind of social interaction. He turned his head and looked at Kosaka Yuuka. The two were already close together, and at this moment they were almost touching. The first thing he saw was Kosaka Yuuka's red lips, bright and moist.

It seems that the red lips of this young lady from the Kousaka family have never been touched by anyone before, and one wonders what it feels like.

Yuuka Kousaka noticed Kitahara's aggressive gaze, her red lips pressed tightly together, and she looked somewhat nervous.

Kitahara glanced at it a few times, then quickly looked away. "I'm going to Tokyo tomorrow. I won't be staying in Shikoku with you."

"what happened?"

"A drama has finished filming, I'm going to check on the results."

The filming of "Unnatural" has been completed, and there is a celebration banquet. Kitahara, as an investor, has been invited. He could choose not to go, but going there would be to support his most popular artist.

Sakura Rena will become very valuable in the future, especially in the era of live-streaming e-commerce. Although Kitahara does not meet with her, it does not mean he has given up on her.

"The film crew?" Yuka Kousaka shook her head uninterestedly. She watched dramas, but she wouldn't invest money in them, and she never thought about keeping a male star as a mistress.

She mistakenly thought that Kitahara was obsessed with women, so she couldn't help but say, "Playing around with female celebrities is fine, but don't get too involved. Be careful of trouble in your harem. The ones in your family are not to be trifled with."

"I know," Kitahara replied, sweat beading on his forehead.

Thinking that he had been in Shikoku for so long and hadn't contacted them, he took out his phone and made a video call to Sayuri Sato.

The call was answered, and a pretty and dignified face appeared on the other end.

In the mall, Sayuri Sato was wearing a white dress, with a dense crowd behind her. Many passersby secretly watched her answer the phone. Sayuri Sato first greeted him, then shifted her phone to the side, giving a shot of Seiko Hanaya next to her.

"What are you doing?" Kitahara leaned back on the sofa, holding his phone, and chatted with them.

"I'm going shopping. Seiko said she has a meeting tomorrow, so I'm coming to buy her a watch," Sato Sayuri said, casually entering a watch store.

Her attitude was very casual. Before leaving home, Kitahara left a card with four or five hundred million yen in it as pocket money, which she could use whenever she needed it. Sato Sayuri was reserved at first, but after Nakamaki Miyoko showed her her income, she gradually opened up.

"Don't drink too late, or you might get picked up by bad guys," Sato Sayuri warned before hanging up the phone.

Beside her, Hanaya Seiko spoke up: "Why did he call?"

"I don't know, maybe she feels guilty, or maybe she misses me." Sato Sayuri smiled, picked up a few items at random, and bought them all if she liked them.

In addition to Hanaya Seiko, it was also prepared for others.

As she watched the change in her card disappear, Sato Sayuri's eyes flashed with astonishment. She had never imagined that she would one day spend money like water.

"Let's go explore some other places," said Hanaya Seiko, taking her hand.

"Ah."

Sayuri Sato nodded and left with her.

In the hotel in Shikoku, Kitahara hung up the phone, drank a few more glasses of red wine, and only returned to his room after bidding farewell to the guests with Yuuka Kousaka at the end of the banquet.

About a few minutes later.

A cunning female CEO knocked on the door.

She came to learn from their experience.

(End of this chapter)