"I'm in Tokyo, and this is some kind of movie star comeback system?!"

Chapter 135 Taunt

Toshihiko Tahara returned to his private practice room.

I picked up the phone and dialed a number.

A moment later, the call was answered by Kondo's assistant.

"Hello, this is Kondo's assistant. What can I do for you?" His tone was stiff and arrogant, displaying a complete air of someone who was using someone else's authority to bully others.

"It's me, Tahara."

Toshihiko Tahara announced his name.

Upon hearing this, the assistant's tone immediately softened, and his body seemed to straighten instantly.

"I'm so sorry... um... Kondo-san is practicing singing. I can relay any message you have to him."

Through the microphone, Toshihiko Tahara could tell that the other person seemed to be in a karaoke bar, with a swaying, noisy rhythm in the music.

"Have him answer the phone right away, it's about Nakamori-san."

The assistant lost his arrogance after being rebuked like that.

"Okay, I'll go tell them right away."

The call was put on hold, and Tianyuan waited patiently.

Listening to the music playing in the dance hall, Tahara frowned. Kondo didn't seem to be in Japan?

The song seems to be in Cantonese.

Shortly after, static came through the microphone, followed by a familiar voice: "Why aren't you filming your 'Teacher' at this hour? What do you want?"

Ignoring Kondo's teasing, Tahara cut to the chase: "You're not in Japan?"

"Huh?" Kondo paused, then asked, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Tian Yuan then recounted what she had heard.

As Kondo listened, his expression gradually turned cold.

"That's what Mizuno said?"

That's all I heard.

"Okay, I understand."

The two didn't exchange many pleasantries before hanging up the phone.

Kondo's face darkened. It seemed that during the time he was away from Japan, someone had dared to poach his man.

Outrageous!

"Kondo-san! We've been waiting for you."

A voice called out from afar. Kondo composed himself, turned around, and walked away.

At this time, Kondo was having a gathering with the head of Hong Kong Records, Alan Tam, Cheung Kwok-jung, and others.

"Who was that just now?" Mei Yanfang looked at her lover with deep affection in her eyes.

"It's nothing. The younger colleagues are inconsiderate, calling to nag over such a small matter. Don't worry about work, it's a downer."

Kondo smiled. "It's alright, let's continue."

Back at the hotel, Kondo stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a bathrobe, gazing at the dazzling city lights at night.

After a moment of contemplation, he picked up the phone and called his assistant to get a number.

Fujii, head of Nissan's publicity department.

Without hesitation, he dialed the number.

*Beep—beep—beep* "Kondo-kun?" Fujii's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone. "Long time no see. How have you been?"

"Fujii-san, it's been a long time." Kondo leaned back on the sofa, his tone relaxed. "There's something I'd like to discuss with you."

"Please speak."

"Nissan's latest new GG."

Kondo paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts, "My schedule is now open."

I was too busy when you contacted me before, which is a real shame now.

"Next up, GG, do you think it's possible for me to take the lead?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"What Kondo-kun means is—the spokesperson for the next season?"

"Yes." Kondo smiled. "You don't need to worry about Sakamoto-ya."

GG has already filmed and broadcast it, so it has nothing to do with him anymore.

But I think I can do it next time.

Fujii remained silent for a while.

"Kondo-kun, this matter—" His tone was still gentle, but there was a hint of embarrassment in it, "We didn't sign a single contract with Sakamoto-kun."

Kondo's smile faltered for a moment.

"What do you mean?"

"Three years," Fujii said. "Sakamoto-kun signed a three-year contract with us and is the brand's spokesperson."

It's not just about one GG.

Kondo held his phone, but didn't say anything.

"Three years?" he repeated, his voice a little dry.

"Yes, the contract has been finalized; it was just signed a few days ago."

silence.

Kondo's expression changed little by little.

He originally thought it was just a one-off thing, and that he could just change the person for the next one.

But now Fujii says three years.

That means that for the next three years, all of Nissan's GG (Gross Media), all offline activities, and all brand exposures will feature Sakamoto Yu's face.

There was simply no place for him.

"Fujii-san." Kondo's voice was very low. "When you came to me before, I was indeed busy and didn't have time to answer."

But now my schedule is open.

"Kondo-kun," Fujii interrupted him, his tone still gentle, but with an added layer of meaning, "It's not a problem with your schedule."

The contract has already been signed; there's really nothing that can be done about it.

"There's no other way?" Kondo raised his voice.

"There's really no way," Fujii said. "Legally, we can't unilaterally break the contract."

And to be honest, Sakamoto-kun fits our brand image perfectly, user feedback has been excellent, and everyone in the company is very satisfied.

Kondo gripped his phone tightly.

"What's wrong with me compared to him?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Kondo-kun." Fujii's voice remained the same, but his wording was more cautious. "You are excellent, but this matter is really not about whether you are excellent or not."

Fujii paused briefly, "After all, the contract has already been signed."

Kondo opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He had never encountered such a situation before. Whatever he wanted, it had always been handed to him without hesitation.

But now, on the other end of the phone, Fujii, in a gentle but firm tone, told him again and again that it was no.

"Okay." Kondo lowered his voice and forced out two words, "I understand."

Before Fujii could say anything more, he hung up the phone.

A silence fell over the lounge.

Kondo sat on the sofa, holding his phone in his hand, motionless.

He stared ahead, his gaze unfocused, as if he were looking at something, yet also as if he wasn't looking at anything at all.

Nissan's Public Relations Department Office.

Fujii put down his phone and leaned back in his chair.

He stared at the ceiling for two seconds, then scoffed.

He chuckled.

Fujii shook his head slightly, took out a cigar from the drawer, and lit it.

Watching the wisps of smoke rise, a smile curled at the corner of his lips: "This brat thinks too highly of himself."

"I'm Kondo," he muttered softly, mimicking the tone he'd used on the phone, his smile widening.

He recalled the night that Sakamoto Yu GG aired.

2000 phone calls per hour.

The next day, FairladyZ orders in Tokyo exceeded 127 units.

Normally, the total number of new car orders in Tokyo in a month is less than 150.

Monthly sales were wiped out in a single day overnight.

Looking back now, I'm even more convinced that the company made the right choice in hiring me.

As for Kondo?

Fujii picked up the cup, took a sip of water, and a sneer still lingered on his lips.

"Who does he think he is?"

He put his phone aside and opened the next document.

What Kondo thinks is none of his business.

Meanwhile, in the luxurious lounge of the Xiangjiang Hotel.

Kondo, filled with pent-up frustration and pent-up anger, heard his pager ring.

He had no intention of lending it, so he let it ring urgently.

The ringtone was persistent.

It rang once, then again, until finally it fell completely silent.

At the same time, inside a luxury apartment in Tokyo.

Akina Nakamori sadly put down the receiver and sat silently.

Raindrops pattered outside the window, and the sky was overcast.

After hesitating for a long time, she inexplicably took out a brand new pager.

After hesitating for a moment, she bit her lip, picked up the landline, dialed the paging service, edited a message, and sent it to another person.