Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 220 Sayuri's Birthday

In mid-November, the weather continued to turn cold, and a light drizzle fell silently on the streets.

Kitahara woke up in bed and casually opened the laptop next to him. In the past two weeks, he had invested in a tech darling stock by taking advantage of information asymmetry and made a small profit of 50 million yen. He had not made any further moves since then.

In Kyoto, Miyoko Nakamura successfully recruited her best friend, Kana, to be the manager of the new local factory. The Kyoto government approved more than ten acres of land with policy subsidies, and Kitahara chose to continue to expand the scale and strive to create an industrial park of its own.

During flu season, the physical economy is actually weakening, but this does not include the healthcare sector.

As long as employment can be stabilized and the unemployment rate reduced, the government can offer a lot. Some time ago, a member of parliament asked to meet with Kitahara, but he declined because he was at the Tesla auto show at the time.

The mask factory's business was booming, but the trend has gradually slowed down, mainly due to production capacity issues. However, this month's income is still quite considerable.

Kitahara opened the financial report and looked at it for a while before noticing the sunlight streaming in from the window and falling on the blankets.

beside.

Sato Sayuri was naked, curled up in the quilt, looking up at him with her big, round eyes.

"Good morning," she said softly, pulling the covers up closer.

this time.

Kitahara would occasionally stay in her room, but the two of them did nothing but take off their clothes and fall asleep in each other's arms.

Occasionally.

Sayuri Sato would wake up in the middle of the night and rub her legs alone, but she would remember the doctor's advice and endure it.

"Did I wake you up?" Kitahara lay on his side, his arms wrapped around Sayuri's smooth waist. Their skin touched, and Sayuri gently tilted her head back, her lips slightly parted.

"No, I just woke up a little earlier than you."

"Then let's sleep a little longer."

Holding a soft, fragrant body in his arms, Kitahara couldn't help but attack her grand principles, which made Sayuri laugh and scold. For a moment, the room was filled with endless spring.

It didn't take long.

The door was flung open with a bang, and Sayuri Sato was so startled that she burrowed under the covers, peeking out with her little eyes.

Miyoko Nakamaki, wearing a sundress and with her black hair hanging down to her waist and hips, stood at the door and looked at the two of them with disdain: "You have no shame."

Hanaya Seiko walked by and said casually, "I don't know if they're ashamed or not, but you're so angry you're grinding your teeth, it's not like you can stand it."

As if struck by a stab, Miyoko Nakamura flew into a rage: "Potato Chip Girl, you're talking nonsense!"

Hanaya Seiko smiled dismissively and walked away on her own.

Miyoko Nakamaki's hatred was also drained, leaving the people in the room looking at each other in bewilderment. Sayuri Sato lowered her head and whispered, "Get up, you still have work to do today."

"I need Sayuri to help me get dressed," Kitahara said with a smile.

"You're not a child anymore."

Sato Sayuri frowned, but saw Kitahara smiling at her, then pursed her lips and remained silent.

After a while.

She emerged from under the covers, her delicate body partially concealed. Kitahara was immediately struck by her fair and soft skin, a feast for the eyes.

Sato Sayuri wore a light, white dress that made her look ethereal and otherworldly, but her alluring figure also brought her down from heaven to earth.

Kitahara was pulled by Sayuri Sato to change clothes.

"It's been so long, shouldn't we change how we address each other?" he said casually.

"What do you mean by 'change your way of speaking'?" Sato Sayuri asked.

“You should call me husband, or darling.” Bei Yuan felt a pain in his waist and looked down. The white-clad fairy had a stern face and a pair of bright eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: “You naughty student, you’re going to rebel if I don’t take care of you for three days.”

Kitahara lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "So, how does Sato-sensei plan to discipline me?"

Sato Sayuri pursed her lips and remained silent, only glaring at him with her embarrassed and angry eyes.

After teasing Xiaobaihe.

Kitahara was in a great mood and went to the company. During this period, the MCN company was gradually breaking even, but the profits were low. However, Kitahara didn't expect this income, so he just left it to Jingu Ryo to do as he pleased.

The real big profits come after obtaining the agency rights.

At the end of next month, I can go to the neighboring Eastern power to discuss business.

Although Yuuka Takasaka said she didn't think highly of him, she still took action, acting as a go-between for Kitahara, and was going to take him to meet the Singaporean president.

in the afternoon.

A new face joined the MCN company.

Reina Sakura.

This rising star in the entertainment industry sat there gracefully in the reception room. She had long, jet-black hair, wore a gray skirt and a white shirt, crossed her beautiful legs, and looked quite plump after not seeing her for a while.

Upon seeing someone, she would wiggle her fleshy legs and hips to greet them.

When greeting people, she doesn't forget to show off her deep cleavage. For example, right now, when Kitahara was brought over by Jingu Ryo, Sakura Rena immediately stood up, her high heels rubbing against her buttocks, squeezing her gray short skirt, looking very alluring.

"President Kitahara."

"Rena-chan, it's been a long time," Kitahara greeted her.

"You haven't come to see me in so long."

The resentful words came from Sakura Reina's mouth, and Jingu Ryo silently looked away, pretending not to see anything.

"I've been busy with work lately, let's talk in my office." Kitahara chuckled, then led Sakura Rena back to his office.

On her way back to the office, Sakura Rena crossed her arms and deliberately made an exaggerated gesture.

Kitahara pretended not to see it.

After returning to his office, he pulled her to the sofa, had Sakura Rena sit on his lap, and then dribbled the ball with one hand.

"Don't do that, there are people outside." Sakura Rena blushed and gestured for Kitahara to watch out for the outside.

Kitahara's office has double-sided glass, so people inside can see out, but people outside can't see in.

But who knows if anyone can see it?

"Let's get down to business." Kitahara patted her bottom, causing Sakura Rena to shyly hug him.

Then, Rena Sakura also started complaining.

The production team of the film "Unnatural Death" is experiencing some funding problems for some reason. It seems that the investors are not optimistic about the project and have chosen to withdraw their funds, so the production is currently in a semi-suspended state.

This is also related to the recent actions of TV Asahi. After the consumption tax, the Japanese political scene was already turbulent, and at this time, some of its employees unfortunately made some remarks, which made them a target.

"This is a case of making an example of someone, even though they're still in office. They're just publishing these things to curry favor with others," Kitahara said.

He had heard about similar things before, from Yuuka Takasaka and her uncle.

"What should I do? If this drama is canceled, won't all my hard work have been for nothing?" Sakura Rena's voice was trembling with tears. As a newcomer, if she doesn't appear in public for several months, she will soon be forgotten by the fickle audience.

This matter may seem to be related to politics, but it may also be unrelated to politics; it mainly depends on the context.

Kitahara, backed by Takasaka Yuuka, is now classified as a member of multinational capital, specifically the Wall Street faction. Even if they are targeted, no one will say a word.

What kind of son interferes in his father's affairs?

"It's okay, it's just a matter of needing money, I'll invest."

The production cost of one episode of "Unnatural" is difficult to estimate precisely, but since the income of actors in Japan is not particularly high, we'll take 400,000 to 500,000 RMB. That translates to 10 million yen per episode. This is a drama heavily promoted by TV Asahi, so the cost is mainly in this area. Currently, half of the episodes have been filmed, meaning there are still 60 to 70 million yen to be invested.

Sakura Rena, as if grasping at a lifeline, blinked her beautiful eyes and revealed her luscious red lips: "Really?"

"Well, I'm quite optimistic about this drama. Besides, you're the most capable artist under my management, how could I possibly sit idly by?" Kitahara smiled and put his arm around her waist.

"Ah."

Sakura Rena was deeply moved, her eyes sparkling, and she felt more and more that she had chosen the right person to be with.

But then.

Kitahara tapped the sofa again: "But I've always followed the principle of equivalent exchange. I've done so much for you, what can you do in return?"

Sakura Rena was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood. Her cheeks flushed, and she timidly got off him, squatted down in front of Kitahara, unzipped his pants, and gently parted her lips.

Kitahara then watched the news, which happened to be a still from the drama "Unnatural Death". Sakura Rena had shoulder-length short hair, was quiet and elegant, and had a very ascetic feel to her as a forensic doctor.

"This photo is well taken."

"I posed for so long, ugh. The photographer kept making me change clothes, I felt like he was taking advantage of me." Sakura Rena lay on her stomach, her words muffled, but even though she was busy, she still remembered these little details.

"Ouch, tighten your teeth. You've done this so many times and you're still not good enough." Kitahara winced in pain, then felt so good he couldn't breathe, and quickly pressed Sakura's head down.

After eating and cleaning up.

Sakura Rena covered herself with her clothes as she walked out of the office, went to the restroom to touch up her lipstick, and tidied her slightly messy hair.

Back in her office, she wrinkled her nose, glared at Kitahara, and muttered reproachfully, "This is really bitter. Don't make me eat it next time."

"If you don't want to suffer here, then you have to suffer the hardships of life."

"A bunch of fallacies."

Although Sakura Rena complained, she had no choice but to accept it. Or rather, although she grumbled, she was also enjoying herself.

Sakura Rena has left.

Kitahara contacted a director at TV Asahi, expressing his desire to invest, but requesting slight modifications to the contract.

He wasn't spending money for nothing; he wanted some of the advertising and copyrights. Although the director was reluctant, he said they could discuss it.

"If you have anything to say, talk to my assistant. I'll have her come to you later." Kitahara hung up the phone and contacted Jingu Ryo.

Actually, there was someone better for this matter. Miyoko Nakamaki was more capable and had more courage in negotiations, but she was in charge of Kyoto, and Kitahara was too embarrassed to ask her to work overtime, so he replaced her with Ryo Jingu.

The latter was very clever, but a little too clever. Jingu Ryo stated to Kitahara more than once that she would not remarry unless she received Kitahara's permission.

"I'm not some lecherous leader," Kitahara muttered to himself. "I'm just very loving. I like too many people, so I have to spoil a few girls."

in the afternoon.

Jingu Ryo went to TV Asahi and quickly brought back a contract. Kitahara didn't look at it and told her to go again.

The next day, Jingu Ryo stated that the other party was willing to make concessions and relinquish a portion of the copyright.

Kitahara still hasn't watched it.

On the third day, the Unnatural Death production team agreed to hand over the game copyright and the adaptation rights. Kitahara glanced at it and said that if they continued to fool people, he would not talk anymore. What would he want with this garbage?
Time is on his side.

Anyway, Kitahara was making money during the shutdown. Although other companies had their eyes on him, none of them were as generous as Kitahara, nor did they have Kitahara's background.

At last.

Ryo Jingu secured the final contract, with them agreeing to relinquish the core copyrights.

Kitahara valued this highly and immediately agreed. Once the copyright was secured, anyone else wanting to remake or broadcast the film would have to pay his company. He was certain of the future of unnatural deaths, so he didn't mind spending the money.

After signing the contract, Rena Sakura rushed back from the film set and booked a room with him.

After a night of pleasure.

Kitahara looked at the bright red handprint on Sakura Rena's body and said, "I should be getting married soon."

Sakura Rena paused for a moment, then lowered her head and remained silent.

"You should know your partner, so I won't say more. From now on, you can only come to see me secretly, and you can't let the main wife find out." Kitahara stroked her hair.

Sakura Rena opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. Her acquaintance with Kitahara was all due to her own selfish desires.

After that, there was no love, only lust.

But she would also be sad, especially when she heard that Kitahara was getting married, and the person he was marrying wasn't her.

"I...I understand. So, what about our relationship?"

"Don't ask anymore, just eat."

"."

Sakura Rena swallowed her grievances silently.

she knows.

She was merely Kitahara's lover.

Kitahara wouldn't give her a chance to rise to power.
But that's enough.

Sakura Rena took a deep breath and silently comforted herself: "At least I've got the money and reputation I deserved, so there's no need to be sad."

Kitahara stroked her head, watching the white sheets rise and fall, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The little green tea bitch is really good at this.

In late November, Kitahara decided to go to Kyoto again.

Having learned from their previous experience, the three women followed along with ease this time.

"Why so many people?"

Kitahara asked the same question again.
Behind her, Sato Sayuri, dressed in a snow-white fox fur coat, exuded a cool and aloof aura. Her beautiful, fair legs were crossed high, making her look like a goddess in a snow-capped mountain. She tilted her head slightly and said naturally, "I came here for tourism, and it just so happens that my work hours have coincided with yours. Don't misunderstand."

Beside Sayuri, Hanaya Seiko, dressed in a blue dress, sat by the window, her figure graceful, her wrists slender, her eyes serene: "Me too."

Only Miyoko Nakamura rolled her eyes: "They're just in love. They get anxious if they can't see you for a day."

"Shut up." The other two said in unison. Hanaya Seiko threw the potato chips in her hand at them: "Go eat your food. If you talk too much nonsense, I'll throw you out of the plane."

Miyoko Nakamaki snorted but didn't say anything.

Got off the plane.

Sato Sayuri suddenly grabbed Kitahara: "Come back quickly after you're done tonight."

"what happened?"

"It's her birthday today, so you're allowed to indulge yourself this once."

Hanaya Seiko glanced at Sato Sayuri out of the corner of her eye, and Kitahara, as if on cue, replied, "Then I'll call her family over."

"."

Hanaya Seiko gave him a long, thoughtful look: "It's best not to."

"why?"

Hanaya Seiko lost her patience, turned around, her long black hair flying down to her waist and hips, and said, "Think for yourself."

(End of this chapter)