A super great writer in the second dimension

　Tomita is a little nervous now, because his cousin Nishikawa had repeatedly told him a series of precautions.

　First, the young master of Sanzenin dislikes extravagance and waste.

　Secondly, while the young master of Sanzenin did not require luxurious living conditions, he insisted on a pleasant environment.

　Third, never interrupt women around adults, not even in a teasing way.

　Fourth, appear assertive and opinionated in front of the other party.

　…………

　Tenth, keep quiet and get things done.

　There were ten in total, which made him dizzy.

　"Teacher Aoyama, over here!" Tomita greeted her with a smile, bowed to Mashiro, and then said directly, "I have booked the best hot spring inn in Hashimoto. The black tea brewed with spring water there is delicious, and the hot spring steamed buns are the best in the area."

　Just as Sanzenin Arashi was about to speak, Mashiro spoke first: "Onsen manju!"

　Mashiro has a great fondness for these snack-like things, just like Baumkuchen, which has always been a favorite among women.

　"Everything is ready. Come with me, Mr. Aoyama." Tomita gestured and pointed to a Mercedes-Maybach parked next to him.

　Tomita owns a Lamborghini, which was his father's car. It's a classic model with a high-class feel.

　Sanzenin Arashi nodded. Even a lackey should be someone you can use comfortably. Tomita is very good at reading people and doesn't say a word of nonsense. He seems to be quite useful.

　Holding Mashiro's small hand, he led her to the car and let her get in first before stepping inside himself. The car was quite spacious, and there was a subtle scent of cologne inside, a fragrance that Michiin Arashi didn't dislike.

　After boarding the bus, Sanzenin Arashi leaned back comfortably in her seat, and Tomita began to enthusiastically describe the hot spring inn.

　"Ikaho Onsen is rich in sulfates and carbonic acid, which are very helpful for your skin care. In addition, the hotel offers indoor hot spring water and you can also book a private hot spring pool. The hotel also provides freshly delivered Ise lobsters. Considering that Professor Aoyama is here to discuss business, we have taken the liberty of booking the entire hotel. We hope that you can understand."

　Sanzenin Arashi nodded in satisfaction.

　He does prefer quiet places, and booking the entire hotel means he can play all sorts of things with Mashiro without restraint.

　"Well done. Your name is Tomita, right?" Sanzenin Arashi put his arm around Mashiro's shoulder.

　Tomita nodded respectfully, "That's right, my name is Tomita Hiroshi."

　"Come pick us up in two days. We don't need you for the time being. That's all."

　"Yes..." Tomita was slightly disappointed.

　However, when he thought of Sanzenin Arashi's identity, he banished all these emotions.

　Tomita was not exaggerating. This Hashimoto Onsen Ryokan was indeed quite famous. The Ikaho Onsen, which flows directly down from the mountain, had a slightly reddish hue, which was the color of mineral oxidation. All the waitresses in the hotel were women, and their looks were above average. The environment was also full of greenery, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

　After greeting the landlady of the hot spring inn, the waiter led Sanzenin Arashi to the door of the main room. Before the waiter left, Sanzenin Arashi ordered a bunch of things, from lobster to Wagyu beef sashimi.

　After entering the room, Mashiro sat down at the table and began to draw. Sanzenin Arashi observed the layout of the room, which was quite luxurious. The furniture looked understated and low-key, all made of solid wood, and the tatami mats were very comfortable to step on. This 200-square-meter Japanese-style room was very spacious, and a night's stay would probably cost around 100,000 yen.

　To put it bluntly, booking the entire hotel for two days would cost at least several million.

　Since the Nishikawa family was paying, Sanzenin Arashi felt perfectly comfortable enjoying himself. The Japanese-style room was quite novel to him, and the decor gave him a very pleasant feeling.

　The entire room was decorated in a light green tone.

　Fresh and refined, elegant and serene.

　Opening her laptop and sitting next to Mashiro, Sanzenin Arashi began checking her emails.

　As expected, Ryunosuke Akasaka has already replied.

　After reading it, Sanzenin Arashi couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

　The tone of his reply remained as firm as ever, but this time it was much more detailed than before.

　First of all, I want to clarify that I have no intention of transferring the research and development rights of this project. No matter how much money you offer, it will be meaningless.

　Your claim of expert evaluation is utter nonsense. I used original computational rules, and no one but me can understand this program. Moreover, you don't even have the program's TokenCopy, so this situation is impossible.

　As a programmer, I want you to know this: Ideals will never bow to reality, no matter how wonderful they are.

　Finally, I must tell you—I have no intention of applying this program to any area outside of people's livelihoods.

　..

237. Throwing flashbangs like crazy!

　After reading the reply, Sanzenin Arashi suddenly felt a sense of shared vision—he also had no intention of using this thing in areas outside of people's livelihoods.

　If there are any, they are exceptions.

　International peace.

　Geological exploration.

　These two places are exactly the areas that Sanzenin Arashi wants to invest in.

　He quickly made up his mind, but then suddenly changed his mind.

　'I have to see him tonight.' Thinking this, Sanzenin Arashi started typing rapidly on the keyboard.

　I understand what Mr. Akasaka means.

　However, I still want to say that this project cannot be discussed in detail via email; we need to discuss it face-to-face.

　Actually, it's not just me; everyone around me is very interested in this project. Besides, some things can only be truly expressed in person, and Twitter isn't a safe place. As for emails… before Mr. Akasaka sees them, they go through another place; I'm sure Mr. Akasaka can understand that, right?

　The moment we sit on the negotiating table, we are all enemies.

　Regardless of what Mr. Akasaka did before.

　Regardless of what we're talking about.

　Regardless of gender or social status, we are all equal.

　Therefore, I can understand Mr. Akasaka's wariness.

　However, even in a war between two armies, one should not kill the messenger. How about we meet tonight?

　Of course, I didn't mean anything by it; I just wanted to discuss this issue.

　I can personally guarantee that, apart from this matter, I will not do anything else to Mr. Akasaka.

　I could also say that if sincerity were valuable, there would be no poor people in the world.

　Mr. Akasaka, you don't need to consider my sincerity. Just discuss some things with me purely from a business perspective. I'm in room number one of the Hashimoto Hotel. If you'd like, Mr. Akasaka, you can come and soak in the hot spring together.

　After typing those words, she pressed Enter and sent it. Then, Sanzenin Arashi browsed Twitter. The CM FF group event was still going strong. Seriously... a 10 million yen giveaway, aren't people motivated to participate?

　He was about to turn off the computer when a series of electronic sounds rang out.

　The bell rang three times in a row.

　When Sanzenin Arashi opened her Twitter email, she found three replies. According to the timeline, all three emails arrived at the same time.

　With her lips pursed, Sanzenin Arashi opened the first letter.

　[Wasn't Hashimoto supposed to have the whole place booked out today? ...You bastard, you did this?!]

　The second letter.

　Sanzenin Arashi was stunned.

　I was soaking in a hot spring with my family when a group of men in black suits threw me out. How could you do that?!

　The third letter.

　He narrowed his eyes.

　[Hashimoto, right? Room 1? I'll be there after I finish this project, just you wait!]

　Sanzenin Arashi smiled.

　He not only laughed, but also patted the table.

　At that moment, there was a knock on the paper door of Room Number One.

　Six waiters, around twenty years old and in their prime, entered carrying large trays. They wore kimonos with their chests lowered, and as expected of a high-class establishment, their cleavage was clearly visible. The dishes were then brought into the room, truly embodying the desire for food and sex.

　Looking at the white breasts, Sanzenin Arashi couldn't help but purse his lips. However, compared to these women, the dishes on the table made his mouth water, and he couldn't resist wanting to feast on them.

　The Ise lobster is seared in boiling broth, giving it a reddish and glossy appearance. The sashimi-cut lobster meat is placed on one side, while the lobster brains are mixed with soy sauce and served in a small dish, emitting a fragrant aroma of broth.

　On the six trays were all colorful dishes, and none of them were the same. Seeing this, Sanzenin Arashi couldn't help but think of Nakiri Erina, who was hospitalized in Africa.

　The tuna sashimi next to the lobster would surely taste even better if Ms. Nakiri held the fish with her slender, fair fingers and lovingly and slowly cut it.

　There's also sea urchin served in a small dish. If it were Erina Nakiri, she would definitely add some special condiments on the side according to Arashi Sanzenin's taste.

　Dozens of dishes were placed on the table, and the waiters withdrew. Mashiro put down her easel, her wine-red, watery eyes scanning the table again and again.

　"There's no hot spring all over my head," Mashiro said with a slight disappointment.

　"The hot spring steamed buns are a local specialty. They come in gift boxes and you have to pre-order them at the front desk. This restaurant is more upscale; they steam them fresh." Sanzenin Arashi looked exasperated. "The kaiseki cuisine is also good, and they have some fresh seafood. Mashiro, you don't eat raw meat?"

　Mashiro shook her head. "These are enough for me."

　She took away a bowl of red bean rice cakes meant for dessert, and a serving of matcha ice cream.

　These are all snacks.

　Looking at the table of dishes, most of which were raw sashimi, Sanzenin Arashi realized that as someone who grew up in Britain, he could eat anything. Compared to the slender Mashiro, Sanzenin Arashi was like a big, burly man.

　In fact, under the influence of instructor Bear Grylls, Sanzenin Arashi could fill his stomach by simply lifting up a rock and digging up an earthworm.

　"Then I won't be polite."

　Would you like a piece of rice cake?

　"what--"

　"Here~"

　"Lan, open your mouth."

　"what--"

　"A little more ice cream, Lan, open your mouth."

　"ah…--"

　"What else do you want to eat?"

　"Sashimi."

　"Okay, Lan, open your mouth."

　"what--"

　……

　When Akasaka Ryunosuke opened the door, a pair of scoundrels (from Ryunosuke's perspective) were throwing flashbangs around and shamelessly feeding each other, giving the long, straight black-haired man goosebumps all over.

　Upon seeing Mashiro, Ryunosuke Akasaka involuntarily took a step back.

　Sanzenin Arashi kept glancing at the door out of the corner of her eye. After seeing his reaction, she stopped joking and asked, "Gynophobia?"

　The fear hidden deep in those eyes was unspoken.

　Ryunosuke Akasaka nodded. "That's right."

　"Then let's go somewhere else," said Sanzenin Arashi cleverly.

　“Okay…” Ryunosuke Akasaka nodded, “I’d also like to have a proper talk with him.”

　..

238. Contract (Don't renew existing contracts; if they've been revised, resend them).

　Sanzenin Arashi brewed a pot of tea. The boiling spring water churned in the porcelain pot, bringing out the full aroma of the tea leaves. After brewing the tea, Sanzenin Arashi pushed a cup towards Akasaka Ryunosuke.

　"Excuse me, I don't drink tea." Ryunosuke Akasaka waved his hand.

　Sanzenin Arashi shrugged, took a sip of tea, and exhaled a puff of hot air. "This is performance art. I think we need to calm down before we talk. You're being too aggressive."

　“I’m not here to watch you make tea, nor am I here to appreciate any performance art. Wasting time is a great sin.” Ryunosuke Akasaka tapped the tatami mat. “State your plans, and then we can discuss my conditions.”

　"Are you impatient?" Sanzenin Arashi smiled.

　The more impatient you are, the slower I will speak.