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

After going downstairs, Sakamoto Yu and Watanabe headed towards the parking lot.

A brand-new Nissan President is parked quietly in its parking space.

Sakamoto Yu sat in the passenger seat, gazing at the vintage-style interior, and couldn't help but sigh.

The center console features a charcoal black base, complemented by walnut wood trim and silver metal buttons.

The overall design features a square shape and a heavy, substantial feel, exuding a strong sense of top-tier luxury and a distinct Showa era atmosphere.

Watanabe glanced at it, raised an eyebrow, and slightly curved his lips into a smile. "Having a change of heart?"

Sakamoto Yu reached out and stroked the texture of the walnut wood and velvet, a smile just beginning to form on his lips before he suppressed it, reluctantly withdrawing his hand.

He frowned slightly, feigning stubbornness: "The interior is too ostentatious, forget it."

He has to save every penny he earns now as a reserve for buying land; he can't afford to spend any of it.

Watanabe's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he glanced at him sideways, "Tacky? You're not mistaken, this is a brand new model, my sister just bought it."

Sakamoto Yu slowly turned his head to look, speechless. "So, this is your sister's car?"

Watanabe nodded readily, "Yes, I don't rely on my family for financial support to run my company, but it shouldn't be a problem to borrow my sister's car for transportation, right?"

As she spoke, she started the car.

A heavy, deep, muffled explosion rang out.

The unique chest resonance of that large-displacement engine made Sakamoto Yu's heart flutter slightly.

The engine speed stabilized instantly, gradually and smoothly decreasing from the slightly high idle speed at startup.

The idle speed is as smooth as water, the engine hums deeply and softly, with a restrained yet substantial feel.

The car's overall luxurious and solemn feel is all contained in the slow, deep, and composed breathing of the V8 engine.

Sakamoto Yu took a deep breath. What man doesn't love cars?

He secretly licked his lips, suppressing the pounding in his heart and composed himself.

"By the way, Mr. Sawaguchi recommended a role to me. It's a supporting role, filming starts in June, and the audition is in February."

The car started smoothly and turned out of the parking lot. As soon as it turned the corner and straightened the car, Watanabe stepped on the gas. The large-displacement V8 roared and pushed the car forward with a thick, powerful thrust.

With the sudden acceleration and inertia, Sakamoto Yu's body sank backward.

Shoulders and back pressed firmly against the chair surface, neck slightly tilted back.

"Who? Which Sawaguchi?"

Watanabe didn't react for a moment and pressed for an answer.

"Yasuko Sawaguchi," Sakamoto Yu replied casually.

"Her!?" Watanabe frowned, glancing at Sakamoto Yu briefly.

As the traffic light turned red at the intersection ahead, Watanabe eased off the accelerator, allowing the car to gradually slow down and glide across. He then lightly applied the brakes and came to a steady stop.

When braking, the car body only dips slightly, and the velour seats firmly support the occupants.

"Why did Yasuko Sawaguchi turn down roles for you?" Watanabe's mind raced, and he looked at Yu Sakamoto suspiciously.

Seemingly realizing something, Watanabe scrutinized Sakamoto Yu from head to toe, his expression gradually turning serious:

"You're not dating her, are you? If you're in a relationship, don't hide it, you have to tell me."

"So I can do public relations."

Sakamoto Yu looked straight ahead, his tone calm.

"Nothing was discussed, it was just an overnight stay."

He paused for a moment, then added:

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Watanabe stared at him intently, and finally, all his words turned into a sigh.

"As long as you know your limits, that's good. But remember, women can be quite difficult sometimes."

At that moment, the red light changed, and the car started moving smoothly.

"Filming will start in June, and the auditions will be in February. There shouldn't be any problems. I'll check it again later."

Watanabe carefully recalled the events.

Neither of them spoke, and the car fell silent.

Watanabe gripped the steering wheel, occasionally frowning as his gaze swept over the man beside him.

Halfway through the journey, just as Sakamoto-ya was starting to feel drowsy, Watanabe suddenly muttered a bitter complaint in a low voice, full of resentment:

"That doesn't make sense. How do you have so many resources?"

.....

After driving for more than half an hour, Watanabe drove Sakamoto Yu back to the film crew.

When the staff saw that it was Sakamoto Yu, they got up and opened the door.

Sakamoto Yu casually glanced into the distance; it seemed there were more fans cheering at the entrance.

They used to be one group, but now they look like they've split into two groups, one large and one small.

One of the many people is a fan of Miho Nakayama.

The side with fewer people seems to be... their own?

Sakamoto Yu looked out intently; all the fans were women, and he didn't see any male fans.

Unlike Miho Nakayama's fans, they did not have uniform clothing or support items.

They were wearing down jackets of various colors, and there were only a few support posters.

Temperatures were still low at the end of January, with an average temperature of only 4°C.

The group of little girls, however, seemed unfazed by the cold, and stood guard at the entrance of the film crew, exhaling puffs of white mist.

"The boss?"

When Hitomi Ono learned that Sakamoto Yu had returned, she rushed to the door to greet him.

As soon as I arrived, I saw my boss gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

Sakamoto Yu's thoughts were interrupted by Ono Hitomi's voice.

Turning to Hitomi Ono, he asked:

"Do you have any money left from the clothes you bought last time?"

Ono Hitomi paused for a moment, then nodded and replied, "There are still 90,000 yen left."

"Find a Chinese restaurant with a food truck and send one over directly."

Tell them to make more radish and beef brisket soup and ginger and brown sugar tea. Make sure the soup is thick, and use covered cups so it doesn't get cold easily in the wind.

Sakamoto Yu waved to Ono Hitomi and pointed to the fans waiting in the distance.

Ono Hitomi glanced at it and immediately understood.

She looked away and gazed at Sakamoto Yu's profile, feeling a touch of emotion.

Putting that aside, at the very least, he's genuinely going to take action when he sees this situation, which already puts him far ahead of many others.

Hitomi Ono suddenly felt a genuine sense of happiness for the fans who were waiting for him. This guy is worth following!

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

Hitomi Ono nodded and responded.

Sakamoto Yu didn't linger and went into the film crew's studio.

...

Support area.

The support vehicle from Zhongshan was parked on one side, blocking the chill from the wind.

Fans rubbed their hands together, stood on tiptoe, and chatted with others about interesting stories about their idols' activities.

They were fully equipped, wearing down jackets that were uniformly issued to them, and each of them was wrapped up tightly.

The support team regularly delivers hand warmers and hot drinks.

Those who really can't take it anymore can go into the support vehicle to calm down.

In contrast, Sakamoto Yu's fans did not receive such good treatment or have such good organization.

They were all wearing their own clothes, without any warm clothing or logistical support.

The good spots had already been taken, so they could only huddle together, leaning against the corner wall for shelter from the wind. It was a drop in the ocean, but better than nothing.

A gust of cold wind carrying a few drops of rain blew by, and everyone couldn't help but shiver.

Fans of Miho Nakayama who saw this couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy.

As fellow fans who cheer for their idols, they understand this feeling best.

Just as one of the female fans was about to offer her her hand warmer, a short girl immediately stepped forward to stop her.

"What are you doing!" the short man shouted at the fan, startling everyone around him.

"Huh? I... I saw they were cold and wanted to help..."

The short man was clearly intimidating in the group; the female fan trembled from the shout and was too scared to take a step.

"Are they cold?" The short man glanced sideways at the girls huddled in the corner.

She scoffed, "If they feel cold, won't they leave?"

"Do you want me to pity you?"

The short man aggressively walked up to the fan and snatched the hand warmer from her hand.

"If you feel too hot, don't take it. Keep it for a sister who needs it."

The female fan was reprimanded in front of everyone and stood there stunned for a moment, staring at everyone helplessly, unsure whether to leave or stay.

His shoulders heaved and trembled. He sniffed, his eyes reddened, but he dared not utter a sound.

"Does anyone else want to waste the support team's materials?"

Seeing the female fan's expression, the short man felt extremely satisfied and glanced around.

Everyone shook their heads and looked away.

The short man nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Sakamoto Yu's fans, recalling the scene where he had been humiliated last time.

Seeing them huddled together, exposed to the cold wind, I felt a surge of relief.

Just then, a car horn suddenly blared, startling everyone who turned to look.

A modified small food truck drove up and stopped right in front of the Zhongshan fans, completely blocking their view.

"What's going on?"

"Oh, why is it blocking the way?"

"This looks like a dining car. Did our logistics team send it?"

The short man was taken aback, assuming that the man was sent by his own logistics team, and stepped forward to ask.

A middle-aged man got out of the car, and seeing someone approaching, he asked:

"Excuse me, are you Ms. Hitomi Ono?"

The short man paused for a moment, then subconsciously shook his head.

From the outside of the crowd, Hitomi Ono slowly stepped out and softly replied, "I called him."