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

Sakamoto Yu opened the door to the private room and met Zhongshan's agent.

The other person's hand was already raised, ready to knock on the door in the next second.

When he saw the door open, he paused, frozen in place.

Sakamoto Yu nodded slightly to him, then turned and walked around him.

Inside the private room, Zhongshan had already straightened his clothes and was sitting properly. Apart from a swollen corner of his lip, there was no other sign of anything amiss.

Her eyes still held a hint of coquettish charm as she secretly glanced at Sakamoto Yu at the doorway, a loving smile curving her lips.

Sakamoto walked straight to the counter, picked up the phone, and dialed back.

"Moshi moshi, this is Sakamoto Valley."

Watanabe's voice came through, "Where are you now?"

Sakamoto Yu was holding the microphone and was about to speak when he heard footsteps behind him. Nakayama Miho came to his side, stood on tiptoe and gave Sakamoto Yu a deep kiss on the lips, the "pop" sound was particularly clear.

The agent behind her saw this, her face showed surprise, and she quickly stepped forward and pulled her forward, saying something.

Miho Nakayama was being pulled along, but she didn't forget to turn back and give him a wink before waving goodbye.

Sakamoto nodded to her, then replied to Watanabe:

"Want to grab something to eat outside? What's up?"

"Come back quickly, your fan's dad recommended you to Nissan. Nissan is looking for a spokesperson for 'dangerous charm'."

"We'll discuss the specifics when we get back to the office."

Sakamoto Yu was momentarily stunned by Watanabe's words, and by the time he came to his senses, Watanabe had already hung up the phone.

Sakamoto Yu instantly grasped the key information in the words.

Nissan endorsement, dangerous charm.

He appeared calm, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

The Nissan brand ambassador specifically requested a "dangerous charm" style.

Isn't this exactly what happens when you run into the crossfire of your own persona?

A surge of excitement welled up inside me.

Although it's unclear what happened—why a big brand like Nissan would approach him—it's definitely not a small matter that they've come knocking on his door.

He suppressed the excitement in his heart and secretly made up his mind that he must seize this opportunity.

After hanging up the phone, he quickly left the teahouse.

I finally managed to flag down a taxi on the street.

The starting fare for the late night was 1 yen, but I paid 3 yen when I got off at Sakamoto-ya.

Without time to complain about the expensive fare, Sakamoto Yu strode towards the elevator.

Upon arriving at the office and pushing open the door, I saw Watanabe on the phone, holding the receiver in one hand and scribbling something rapidly on a piece of paper with the other.

Sakamoto Yu didn't disturb them; he pulled up a chair and waited quietly.

After hanging up the phone, Watanabe glanced at him casually, initially thinking he was seeing things, but then looked again to confirm.

Her gaze finally settled on Sakamoto Yu's lips, and her brows furrowed suddenly.

"You went to a brothel?"

Sakamoto Yu was stunned. "What?"

Watanabe pointed to his lips.

Sakamoto Yu suddenly realized, wiped his face with the back of his hand, and looked down. A layer of light pink lipstick traces was particularly eye-catching.

"No, it's Miho Nakayama's," Sakamoto Yu readily admitted.

Upon hearing that it was Miho Nakayama, Watanabe paused for a moment, but his brows relaxed slightly.

As long as it's not a brothel or a street prostitute, it's fine.

"How long has it been?" Watanabe took out his notebook and opened it.

"Half a month." Sakamoto Yu continued wiping his lips.

"You don't seem nervous at all?" Watanabe's reaction surprised Sakamoto.

"If there were anything going on, it would have been in the newspapers by now." She wrote down Miho Nakayama's name and the date in her notebook.

"Remember to let me know next time." Watanabe closed his notebook and looked at him seriously. "I'm your manager. I need to be informed as soon as possible. I don't want to be the last to know when a scandal is reported."

Upon hearing this, Sakamoto Yu's expression also turned serious.

"I'm sorry, it was my carelessness."

Watanabe shook his head. "This isn't the time to talk about that. Come and take a look."

Sakamoto stepped forward.

Watanabe pushed over the message he had hastily scribbled down, and began to explain:

"Remember when I mentioned Hideo Sasakawa? His daughter is a big fan of yours."

Sakamoto Yu nodded, recalling the scene in the office that day, which left a deep impression on him.

"Because you were not selected, Hideo Sasakawa recommended you to his college classmate, now the Nissan brand manager, Takuya Nagai."

Sakamoto Yu nodded knowingly. "What about the product you're endorsing?"

"The Nissan Z31 Fairlady Z turbo launched in 83."

Sakamoto Yu's eyes lit up.

Sports cars are something every man loves, and this one is one of the representative works of Japanese performance cars in the 80s, with a V6 engine as standard from the start.

Sakamoto Yu clicked his tongue inwardly, thinking to himself, "No wonder it was the golden age of Japanese performance cars."

He felt a sudden itch in his heart, and his expression became somewhat distracted.

Watanabe saw Sakamoto Yu's expression and immediately guessed what he was thinking.

man.

Watanabe patted Sakamoto Yu's arm.

After regaining his senses, Sakamoto Yu gave an apologetic smile, gesturing for her to continue.

"Nissan's brand manager sent you this invitation after reviewing your information and resume."

"They weren't interested in your image in 'One-Eyed Dragon Masamune,' but rather in your villainous role in 'Dangerous Detective.'"

"Another reason they favor you is your scandals and the public opinion surrounding your backdoor admissions."

Sakamoto Yu subconsciously looked at Watanabe, "My media scandal?"

Watanabe nodded. "First, this public opinion has boosted your popularity to an unprecedented level. The momentum of this topic is the basis for your selection."

"The public outcry broke out at the end of December, and now it's the end of January, exactly one month later, and your name is still frequently appearing in mainstream publications such as Weekly Bunshun and TV Bros."

"Every time the ratings for 'One-Eyed Dragon Masamune' rise, your name is mentioned more or less, and even if it isn't, the public will think of you."

Watanabe subconsciously took out his cigarette case, about to light one, but stopped when he saw Sakamoto Yu beside him and instead tapped the table with his fingers.

Sakamoto listened to Watanabe's words and nodded in agreement. The popularity brought by public opinion had indeed won him a lot of resources.

"Secondly, they were drawn to the dramatic tension of your rise from obscurity to your current second-tier status despite public pressure."

Watanabe was reminded of the past and looked at Sakamoto Yu's face with a sigh.

"By using your story of a child actor's rise to success, we will strengthen the Z31's 'Challenger' stance and break the rules."

"Nissan's target users are young, high-income individuals who pursue driving pleasure, so the spokesperson needs to have a strong personal style."

"And you have that quality."

Watanabe crossed his legs and tapped the table with his finger. "Another one is your low cost."

"Compared to top-tier celebrities who charge 2000 million yen for endorsements, you're still on the rise, so your asking price can be halved."

After listening quietly, Sakamoto Yu took two steps back, leaned against the table, and stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Watanabe crossed his legs and calmly watched him.

"How about it? Are you confident?"

Sakamoto Yu was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:

When is the audition?

Watanabe crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "I still need to negotiate this further."

She took out her notebook and flipped through it.

"If you want to go, I will try to arrange it before the start of the filming of 'Human Crossroads,' which is this week."

Sakamoto Yu raised a slight smile. "Make the call."

Watanabe's lips curled into a smile, but he didn't say anything. He picked up the phone and dialed.