Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 184 Don’t let the wealth go to outsiders

Shiratori Seiya pulled out a chair and sat down, casually taking the documents from in front of Takahashi Mio. After flipping through a couple of pages, his gaze swept over Fujikawa Shunpei and Miyamoto Yuya.

"Excuse me, could you please repeat your request?"

"..."

A silence fell over the air. Takahashi Mio's bright eyes flickered twice, avoiding Fujikawa Shunpei's angry glare. She took out her phone and said softly:

"I don't understand anything. Just talk to my agent if you need anything."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head, opened the app, and started watching videos.

Sitting opposite the two, Miyamoto Yuya was still confused about the situation, but he instinctively sensed that the atmosphere at the table was somewhat oppressive. He turned to look at Fujikawa Shunpei and saw his gloomy face, so he also fell silent.

Shiratori Seiya flipped through two pages of the document, then looked up at Miyamoto and asked:

"What's wrong? Is there something you can't tell your manager?"

Meeting Shiratori's gaze, Miyamoto frowned, his fat twitching slightly. Although the man in front of him looked extremely young, about the same age as Takahashi Mio, probably not even old enough to enter the workforce, he inexplicably felt a sense of pressure emanating from him.

And he doesn't seem afraid of Producer Fujikawa at all. Who is he?
"Uh……"

Miyamoto opened his mouth, about to speak, when Fujikawa Shunpei, sitting next to him, reached out and took the documents in front of him, putting them into his briefcase. He then stared at Shiratori Seiya with a forced smile and said:

"Shiratori-kun, you really have a good dog."

Upon hearing this, Mio Takahashi's eyelashes trembled, and her hand gripping the phone tightened unconsciously, her fingertips turning white.

"I've always had a good eye for people, but Producer Fujikawa should really cleanse your eyes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shiratori Seiya picked up a water glass and splashed it directly onto the other person's face.

‘Wow! ’

His movements were so fast that Fujikawa Shunpei had no time to dodge and was drenched.

Miyamoto Yuya and Takahashi Mio's eyelids twitched, the former looking at Shiratori Seiya with surprise.

'Squeak! '

Fujikawa Shunpei suddenly stood up, the chair legs scraping against the tiles with a screeching sound. He wiped his face with his hand, water running down his wrinkles, soaking his hair and suit.

He realized what was happening, and the anger in his heart was finally ignited by this glass of water. His features contorted, his face became somewhat ferocious, and he pointed at Shiratori Seiya, cursing loudly:
"You bastard! Do you know what you're doing?"

His voice was quite loud, and combined with the harsh friction sound from before, everyone around him turned to look.

"Sorry, it was a slip of the hand, but..."

Shiratori Seiya stood up, smiled at him, then his expression suddenly turned cold, and he raised his voice two octaves:
"Producer Fujikawa, do you know what you're doing? All I did was refuse to sleep with your wife, and you're trying to poach my people? I never imagined you were this kind of producer! Don't you have any professional ethics at all?!"

As Shiratori Seiya finished speaking, a commotion erupted around him, and some people were even preparing to take out their phones to record the screen.

Sitting opposite him, Miyamoto stared wide-eyed at Fujikawa Shunpei with an incredulous expression.

And this thing?
Fujikawa Shunpei was trembling with anger. He was about to retort when he noticed that everyone around him was looking in their direction.

He immediately calmed down, took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, pointed at the white bird, and said coldly:
"See if you can make it in this industry."

After saying that, he glared at Shiratori and turned to walk quickly outside.

Fujikawa Shunpei walked a few meters before Miyamoto Yuya realized what was happening and followed, swaying his big buttocks as he carried his briefcase.

…………

After leaving the coffee shop and getting into the car, Fujikawa Shunpei took a deep breath, took out a cigarette from inside his suit jacket, and lit it.

Yuya Miyamoto sat in the passenger seat and watched as Shunpei Fujikawa, who was puffing on a cigarette, silently opened the car window.

After a while, he sensed that Fujikawa seemed to have calmed down a bit. He rolled his small eyes before speaking:

"Young people these days are so arrogant and ignorant. How dare a junior agent do something like this? Is he out of his mind?"

"..." Fujikawa Shunpei didn't speak, took a deep drag, and the cigarette burned down to a considerable length.

Seeing that the other person's expression wasn't as ferocious as before, and guessing that their mood might have improved, Miyamoto said again:

"But what's Fujikawa's background? Is he really an agent?"

Fujikawa Shunpei turned to look out the window, a shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes. He stubbed out his cigarette with his thumb and forefinger together and said:

"He's just a nobody. I have plenty of ways to deal with him. I'll make him regret it. It won't just be that he can't make it in this industry."

His mind was now filled with the arrogant face of Shiratori Seiya from just now. Since he climbed to this position, it had been a long time since anyone had dared to humiliate him in public like that. He now wished he could make the other man kneel down in front of him, crying and begging for his life...

They dared to do such a thing before they were even fully developed.

court death.

"Oh."

Yuya Miyamoto nodded.

"Let's go back to the company first."

After Fujikawa Shunpei finished speaking, he noticed that Miyamoto Yuya did not react. He turned to look at him and found that Miyamoto Yuya was looking down, seemingly lost in thought.

"what happened?"

He asked in an unhappy tone.

"Uh……"

Miyamoto Yuya pursed his thick lips, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"Um, Producer Fujikawa..."

"If my sister-in-law really has that need, I can actually help. I understand what you're doing as a man..."

"?"

Fujikawa Shunpei suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Miyamoto's greasy, round face.

........................

Inside the coffee shop, once the waiter had cleaned up the water stains on the floor, the surrounding environment calmed down.

"Sir, the cleaning is done. Here is your coffee, please enjoy."

"Thank you."

Shiratori Seiya nodded to him, picked up his coffee and took a sip, but suddenly heard Mio sigh in his ear:
"Oh no... this is really the end."

He turned to look at her, only to find Takahashi Mio pouting, a worried expression on her fair and beautiful oval face.

"How did it all end up like this?"

"I'm definitely doomed, right? I don't really understand, but according to what they say in novels and movies, offending the producer means I'm sure things won't be easy for me in the future, right? Sigh..."

She glanced at Shiratori Seiya, raised her delicate hand, wiped away non-existent tears from the corner of her eye, and said in a sobbing voice:
"It's a pity that my dream of becoming a star hasn't even begun, and it's already over. Forget about the future, this movie probably won't even be made anymore, right? It's a shame I just finished my audition, and now I'm going to be blacklisted..."

Little drama queen.

Shiratori Seiya thought to himself, but then asked calmly:
"Then why are you telling me? You should know that if I told you something like this, I definitely wouldn't agree."

As he spoke, he flipped through the contract that Fujikawa Shunpei had given to Takahashi Mio, glanced at it briefly, closed the contract, and looked at Takahashi Mio with a half-smile, asking:
"The salary he's offering you isn't low, haven't you thought about signing a contract?"

"Not low?"

Mio Takahashi was taken aback, her beautiful eyes widening slightly as she reached out to take the contract from Seiya Shiratori's hand.

"I didn't check just now, how much did he charge?"

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Seiya's eyelids twitched. He picked up the contract and smacked her on the head, saying irritably:
"You're really going to sign?"

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(End of this chapter)