People are in animation, but they can connect to reality

"Great, it's time to get off work." Rencai cheered happily.

The few guests in the restaurant turned around and stared at Rencai at the same time. Rencai immediately became listless and drooped her head.

"By the way, Rupa." Asagi turned to look at Rupa beside him. After Nina got off work, he and Rupa were the only ones working at the front desk. Rupa turned to look at him.

"What does Rupa think about the office's distribution plan?" Asagi asked.

"I have already told Miss Miura. If Asagi wants to know, you can go and ask Miss Miura." Rupa smiled and responded with an impeccable attitude.

"Cunning sir." Asagi smiled.

"Yeah, adults can be really mean sometimes." Rupa laughed even more happily.

As for Nina, Asagi saw that she was no different from before, and she was also a bit clueless and didn't understand anything. He guessed that she was also confused about the distribution plan. So, Asagi didn't plan to ask Nina, and decided to make the decision for her himself.

"Hi..." Around 6 p.m., a dark figure ran in. She waved happily to Asagi and Rupa at the front desk. As soon as she entered, she smiled sweetly, revealing her white teeth.

The girl put her hands behind her back and walked lightly like a penguin, her curious eyes looking around.

"486, what would you like to eat?" Asagi asked.

"Hehe, what should I eat?" 486 tilted his head and thought, "Any recommendations?"

"That depends on 486's taste. Find a place to sit down first. I'll bring you the menu later."

"Okay, I'll wait." 486 raised his hands high and found a seat to sit down.

Chapter 232: If you ignore me today, you will be out of my reach tomorrow

"I want this, and this, and this," An Hesuba pointed at the food on the menu, sliding his fingers over the different dish names.

Asagi took a look. Although the portions were small, he still wondered, "Can you finish them?"

"Don't underestimate a girl's appetite." 486 raised his fist, full of confidence.

"Based on how much 486 ate in the past, I really can't even look at him," said Asagi.

Despite his suspicions, Asagi was only responsible for notifying the kitchen staff since 486 was the customer. He was about to leave with the menu when 486 called him. Asagi turned around and noticed that 486 was actually a bit embarrassed.

"Can we take a walk together after work? Please." 486 imitated Rupa, squinting his eyes, putting his hands on the side of his cheek, with an expectant expression on his face.

"Sure." Asagi agreed. He could probably guess what 486 wanted to talk about, probably something about the firm.

"I'm looking forward to it." 486 laughed happily.

Because it was Wednesday, the number of customers wasn't as high as on a weekend. Asagi wasn't too busy, so he easily made it to the end of his shift. 486 sat in a corner of the store, waiting. When he saw Asagi looking over, 486 smiled and waved.

MMK did not come to the store tonight. Asagi saw on his mobile phone that MMK was performing a personal live in a corner of a shopping mall.

After get off work, the restaurant needed cleaning, so Rupa graciously let Asagi go ahead and leave the cleaning to her and Ebitsuka Satoshi. After saying goodbye to Rupa and Ebitsuka Satoshi, Asagi and 486 wandered the nearby streets. He didn't have much free time, only about an hour before the last bus.

Because it was around 10 pm, there were very few people on the road, and only occasionally would a car pass by. They walked along the path under the light of the street lamps, and 486 bounced as he walked.

"486, you have something to say, right? You can say it now." Asagi and 486 stopped next to a small park and sat on a bench.

486 tilted his head. "What does Asagi think about the agency?"

Asagi has answered this question several times today, but for 486, Asagi's answer will be different.

"Well, if we establish an agency, we can all be together all the time. We can sing the music we like, hold live shows together, and keep doing it. Then we'll have lots and lots of fans who like us. When we have enough fans, we can stand in a Budokan and sing our favorite songs. Even the Tokyo Dome is not a problem."

"I like this, but it sounds like Asagi is avoiding some topics." 486 narrowed his eyes and smiled. It looked like a sweet smile, but there was a foxy cunning in it.

"As for me, I want to keep going with everyone. I've loved music since a very young age, but my grandma is a famous comedian, and she placed her hopes on me alone. Even though she might seem a little strict, she would stroke my head and smile very gently."

"But I betrayed my grandma and failed to live up to her expectations. She was so eager for me to become an actor, and I promised her that I would become an actor when I grew up. But I lied to her. When I think about this, I feel like I am a very heartless person. I become afraid, afraid to see my grandma's disappointed eyes. I will think that I have hurt her, so I have never dared to tell her those words, "I like music, I don't want to be an actor."

486 held his chin, looking completely at a loss as to what to do.

"Until now, I haven't told my grandma the truth. I feel so sorry for her. She raised me up, but I can't live up to her expectations. Instead, I make her sad."

"It's not the 486's fault. Everyone has their likes and dislikes, and it's hard to control that."

"Of course I know about this," 486 smiled reluctantly, "I just like music, I can't help but like it. So, I also want to be with you all, and continue like this. But, Asagi, you don't like music, right?" 486 looked at Asagi.

Asagi was suddenly stunned and didn't know how to start.

"I'm not stupid, I wouldn't be able to tell." 486 laughed. "Every time at a live show, Asagi just watches for a moment and then runs out. He has a very bored look on his face, like he doesn't care at all. It's very obvious. In front of all those crazy fans, Asagi looks so different."

"You noticed it too." At this point, Asagi didn't intend to hide it. MMK had noticed it, 486 knew it too. And then there was Rupa, too. She was the oldest, had more experience, and her eyes were sharper. Ebizka Satoshi might have noticed something too. The only one who didn't was that idiot Nina.

"Hehe, this kind of thing is very simple, it's easy to see." 486 made a face. "What does Asagi like? Can I ask?"

"Probably anime." Asagi thought for a moment, deciding there was no point in hiding something like this. Once he made some money, he'd have to put this on the agenda. Besides, the band would need to sing a lot of theme songs. Plus, anime could make the band even more popular; the two would complement each other.

At that time, our own band will definitely be the first choice, and only then will other bands be considered.

"Huh? Haha, haha, hahahahaha... Asagi still likes looking at children's stuff? Asagi hasn't grown up yet." 486 laughed, a little surprised, a little disappointed. She was thinking of something much bigger and more important. Like establishing the largest agency in Japan, squeezing out all other agencies, monopolizing the music industry, and so on. While such a thing might be impossible, it didn't stop 486 from daydreaming.

"Alas, if you ignore me today, you'll be out of my reach tomorrow," Asagi recalled a saying from home. In the future, anime theme songs and interludes will create many famous singers.

"I don't believe it." 486 laughed, holding his belly. "But I believe in you, Asagi." 486's expression gradually became serious. "Whatever plan Asagi proposes, I will accept it."

"What if we want to sell the 486?" Asagi said jokingly.

"Huh? Are you looking for a fight?" 486 pouted angrily.

After returning home in the evening, Asagi saw a document that Miura Shiomi had sent him. He opened the document and found the attitudes of the other members of the band. However, it was no longer needed, but he was still very grateful for Miura Shiomi's help.

Asagi replied to Miura Shiomi with a file containing his final plan.

Chapter 233 Picking up people

Miura Shiomi opened the file sent by Asagi and frowned slightly. She felt a little awkward because she was just an outsider who had no role in the band's formation or the hardships it had gone through, yet she had a share in the plan.

According to the plan sent by Asagi, Asagi would receive 25% of the share, the other team members would each receive 12%, Miura Shiomi would receive 5%, and the remaining 10% would be converted into bonuses for the employees. The actual share of each team member would be slightly higher than 12%.

In addition to their share, the employees also receive additional wages, which means that the band members receive double the income.

The salary income follows the normal rules of the agency, which is basic salary plus commission.

The above is the most basic part, and other details need to be handled by professionals like Miura Shiomi.

"I think this plan is reasonable, but it includes my share. I haven't made any contribution to the band, so it's unreasonable to give me a share. I think you should think about it again." Shiomi Miura asked on the phone.

"That makes sense. Ms. Miura has seen the band's situation. Besides a bit of fame, they don't have anything else. I'll be asking Ms. Miura for a lot of things in the future, including the agency's real operations plan. Strategies and business matters may all be handled by Ms. Miura alone. The agency's profitability depends entirely on Ms. Miura."

Miura Shiomi was silent for a moment. This offer was very tempting to her. Moreover, she also wanted to fight hard again like those young people.

"Okay, I agree."

After receiving Miura Shiomi's agreement, Asagi breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the proposal in his hand, his face devoid of joy. He had originally planned to ask for more, but after discussing it with everyone, seeing how much they trusted him, he felt a little embarrassed to take more.

Anyway, it's just the agency's share of the profits, not a big deal. Future animations can operate independently and don't need to be under the agency's umbrella.

"One more thing, SAG's Summer Night will be on the last day of May, which is next Friday. Please ask MMK and the others to be prepared."

"Okay, I understand. I'll let them know."

Asagi spent the next few days in a peaceful manner, participating in club activities after school and then returning home. After Nagasaki Suyo got the new song, she and Aine were going to practice together, so there was no time to disturb him.

After club activities on Friday afternoon, Asagi headed home as usual. After getting off the train, it took about 30 minutes to walk along the road to her rental apartment. Passing a small playground nearby, Asagi stopped. These small playground equipment for children are common in residential areas, mostly swings and slides.

This was where Asagi had last encountered Toyokawa Shoko, late at night, sitting alone on a swing. This time, a middle-aged man was lying on the ground, surrounded by a bunch of children. They looked at the drunk and chased him away with dissatisfaction.

The drunk seemed to have taken over the children's play area, so the children kept trying to poke the drunk with small branches or toys around them, trying to drive him away. The drunk was sitting there with a strong smell of alcohol on his body and was sluggish.

"Big brother, please help us. He has taken our place. He is a bad guy." A little girl hugged Asagi's right hand and kept shaking it, begging.

"Yes, yes, big brother, please help us." Seeing Asagi coming, the group of children asked Asagi to help them drive away the drunkard as if they had seen a savior.

Asagi looked at the drunkard. He was about 40 years old and quite large. Asagi would have no chance of defeating him in a fight. Besides, a drunkard might not be able to control the strength of his blows when he got angry, and he might get hurt.

"I really can't help you with this. I can't beat him." Asagi quickly refused, "Why don't you go play somewhere else?"

"But this is the only place here." The little girl opened her big tearful eyes, feeling extremely wronged. She kept shaking Asagi in a pleading voice. The children around her took the opportunity to hold Asagi's legs and rock her back and forth, begging her.

Unable to refuse the children, Asagi had no choice but to try to talk to the drunk uncle. Asagi tiptoed up to the man and said in a very soft voice,

"This is a place for children to play. Uncle, you've taken it up and the children have no place to play. Could you please give way and let the children play here for a while?"

The drunkard raised his head very slowly. His movements were extremely slow, his eyes were dull, and his reaction was only one-fifth of a normal person's. This didn't look like he was just drunk. Asagi saw that his eyes looked dead, without any light in them, even his pupils were gray.

Asagi had never seen such a person before, and he was wary, worried that the drunkard would suddenly attack him violently, and he might get hurt if he couldn't escape in time. Fortunately, the drunkard just looked up at him without saying anything, then lowered his head again, staring blankly at his feet.

Seeing this, Asagi didn't want to get entangled anymore, so he could only walk back to the group of children helplessly and said helplessly, "Look, I really can't do anything."

The children looked at Asagi with disappointment, "You are so stupid, big brother."

"Huh? I helped you, and you still call me stupid?" Of course, Asagi wouldn't say anything like that. He could only smile helplessly. Seeing that the drunk had no intention of leaving, the children gave up and left together.

Asagi had no intention of staying here any longer. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he heard a loud thud—the sound of something huge crashing to the ground. Asagi followed the sound and found the man had fallen heavily to the ground. He groaned in pain and tried to get up, but fell again.

Because he was so drunk, the man couldn't stand up at all and collapsed to the ground. However, he didn't intend to give up, but kept trying to stand up, and then fell down again.

"Do you need my help?" Asagi couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he walked over carefully and asked.

The man tried to stand up without saying a word. Asagi noticed faint red bloodstains on his arm, and blood was oozing from the places where the ground had rubbed his skin.

"Hey, let me take you home. Where's your home? Let me tell you, if you try to make trouble, I'll leave you on the street." Judging by the man's hair and clothing, he didn't look homeless. He had signs of grooming. His appearance was probably due to middle-aged unemployment and family problems.

Chapter 234 is different

The drunkard's house was in the opposite direction of where Asagi lived. When Asagi opened the door, he found it very calm inside and no one was home.

After settling the drunk into the room, Asagi took a quick look around. It was a shabby, old house, much worse than MMK's. While MMK's place looked shabby, the decor inside was quite nice.

This room had almost no furniture, only the most basic living equipment. Apart from these, there was almost nothing else. Moreover, there was another room in the back room, which Asagi did not go into to see.

"That's it, you should have family." Asagi glanced at the inner room intentionally or unintentionally, where another person should live. Is he not at home at this time?

"Your family will come and take care of you when they get back. As for me, I have my own things to do, so I'll take my leave now." To be honest, Asagi didn't want to stay here for even a second longer, as he always felt that he would run into trouble. He quickly said goodbye to the drunk on the ground and turned to leave.

The drunk suddenly grabbed the foot in front of him, and Asagi was so scared that he almost jumped up and fell.

"I'm leaving now. Please let go." Asagi struggled to free himself, retreating to a safe distance. He felt like he'd gotten into trouble, and honestly, he shouldn't have been meddling in other people's business. Asagi began to regret it; it was all his own fault.

"Who are you?" The drunk seemed to sober up a little. He looked at Asagi and felt he was a stranger.

"Have you forgotten? I was the one who brought you back. You were drunk outside and kept falling down." Asagi explained.

"Is that so?" The drunkard accepted Asagi's words calmly, without a trace of doubt. Normally, anyone would have doubted, even thought about it, and considered it for a while. However, the drunkard's eyes were dead, and he didn't care whether Asagi's words were true or not. This kind of thing seemed to no longer matter to him. Whether it was a lie or the truth, the drunkard didn't care.

"Well, that's it. Since you're awake, uncle, I'll take my leave." After saying that, Asagi slowly backed away and came to the entrance. Behind him was the door; simply opening it would allow him to leave and get away from trouble. This instantly made Asagi feel a sense of relief.

"Wait a minute." Suddenly, the drunk called him again.

Asagi stared at the drunk suspiciously and asked, "Is there anything else?"

At this moment, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible. He felt that the uncle in front of him was in a very strange state, and who knew what would happen if he stayed too long.

"I'm hungry."

"Shouldn't your family do this kind of thing? Uncle has a family, right? I saw there is another room inside." Asagi pointed to the room inside. The room was out of tune with the entire living room. It seemed that the owner was a person who loved cleanliness very much.

When the drunk mentioned his family, his expression suddenly became dead, his eyes dim. Asagi was puzzled. Did he touch a sore spot? If so, Asagi could only apologize. Just when Asagi felt a little guilty about bringing up someone else's pain, even if it was accidental, the drunk suddenly covered his face and sobbed.

This made Asagi not know what to do for a moment. Did he do something wrong or say something wrong?

The uncle's body was shaking, and the voice that came out of his mouth was sad and hoarse. It was an indescribable sadness that made people feel sad.

"I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing." Asagi apologized softly. After a long time, the uncle slowly calmed down. He looked at Asagi, looked at the stranger in front of him and said again, "I'm hungry."

Perhaps it was to make up for accidentally poking someone's sore spot and making a 40-year-old man cry. Or perhaps it was because he was a little worried. Now that he had encountered this, he should make good on this matter and not let it be his responsibility in the future.

Asagi stayed and started to work in the kitchen. To be honest, he was not a master of cooking. He could only barely cook rice and make some simple dishes. Walking into the kitchen, Asagi found it was very clean, at least well maintained.

But the refrigerator was almost empty, with no ingredients to eat, and the rice was almost gone. Seeing this, Asagi felt that it would not be surprising if this family in front of him ran out of food.

"Please wait for me, I'm going out to buy something." Asagi opened the door, only to find the old man looking at him. His eyes were like those of an abandoned stray dog, watching its owner go away but not daring to run over. That look was truly too desolate.

"Don't worry, I won't run away, at least not before I cook a meal." Asagi comforted the drunk uncle in front of him and gently closed the door. When he walked out of the courtyard, Asagi glanced at the closed door and found that the uncle did not follow him out.

To be honest, Asagi is not very good at cooking, so he walked around the supermarket but couldn't find what he wanted to buy. In this case, Asagi chose two cooked meals, which are really simple and can be eaten just by heating. Before leaving, Asagi looked at the bagged rice on the shelf and hesitated for a moment. Unable to bear the hesitation, Asagi bought a 2 kg bag of rice for the drunk.

I thought we would never meet again in the future, and this kind of thing doesn’t cost much money.