People are in animation, but they can connect to reality

As a seasoned professional, she was undoubtedly skeptical of such statements. Such figures were merely reference data, requiring further verification. However, she was still slightly surprised. She had followed MY ALL since the last SG auditions. Back then, MY ALL was still relatively small, and she had never imagined their rapid growth.

In just a few months, we can organize live events with thousands of people.

The agent stared at the computer screen, lost in thought.

Last night, Miao Meng hurried home. As soon as she got home, she called home. A very young female voice came from the other end of the phone. Hearing the female voice, Miao Meng's uneasy heart calmed down a little. It seemed to be her sister on the other end.

"Mom is hurt?" Miao Meng asked nervously.

"Well, I accidentally fell off the ladder a few days ago. Mom is old, and her hands and feet have become less agile. But don't worry, Ruomai. The doctor said it's nothing serious and I just need to stay in the hospital for a while."

"That's why I'm worried. Mom doesn't want to be hospitalized at all. She doesn't want to spend money. I still have some money, I will send it back to everyone tomorrow."

"What about you, Ruomai? You worked so hard to go to Tokyo to study, but you never asked for a penny from home and you even kept sending money back." On the other end, the sister's voice was a little choked.

"Don't worry, sister. I am a very famous blogger now and can make a lot of money." Miao Meng suddenly felt a sour taste in her nose.

"I'm really sorry, Ruomai, we've been a burden to you."

"Hmm? It's okay, sister, don't say that. We are family."

The next morning, Miao Meng hurried to the nearby post office, stuffed the money into an envelope, and mailed it. Japan is a developed country, but it has always been very traditional in some aspects, including the way of sending money by mail.

Performing arts schools offer much more relaxed study schedules than regular high schools, meaning more free time. Miao Meng had just stuffed all her money into an envelope when she finally felt in her pocket and pulled out a few 500-yuan bills. 500 yuan was a small denomination. Miao Meng looked at the crumpled bills in her hand and fell silent. After a moment's thought, she flattened them, straightened them, and carefully placed them in the envelope.

Miao Meng walked out of the post office, her arms folded tightly, her head bowed, and she remained silent. It was June in Tokyo, not exactly scorching, but not cold either. Yet, Miao Meng hugged her arms tightly, feeling a biting chill.

Miao Meng walked to a park and sat on a bench by the roadside, her stomach growling. She glanced at the nearby bakery and felt the few coins left in her pocket. She sighed helplessly, leaned back on the bench, and looked up at the sky.

Yutenji Wakamu is such a poor woman. Meowmeng couldn't help but sigh. [For now, Meowmeng has left it like this. I really like the fake medicine in the orphanage. I'm not going to bother with the main story, so let's just leave it like this.]

Just as he was sighing, his phone rang in his pocket. Miao Meng pulled it out and saw a message from the agency, asking the members of Ave Mujica to gather that afternoon for an important matter.

"Hmm?" Miao Meng tilted her neck and looked at the phone.

"Can I have a free meal now?" She poked her right cheek lightly with her fingers.

After a few hungry classes at school, Miao Meng rushed to the office. The office provided some snacks for employees, so no one would mind. Besides, Chuzi often brought snacks over, so she could have a few, so it was okay.

When I see the building where the firm is located, I always feel that the world has become brighter.

Chapter 318 I Can Only Love Her

Inside Ave Mujica's agency building, the staff began their busy day. Inside a room, several high school girls sat waiting.

"Huh? You're here so early. Isn't today the band's practice time? What's the matter with calling us here?" Hachiman Kailing pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in. As soon as she came in, she saw that all the other members of the band had arrived.

Hachiman Kailing glanced at Sanjiao Chuhua. Although they were in the same class, she seemed to have arrived much earlier than her.

Toyokawa Shoko pushed the folder in front of her to Hachiman Kailing's hand, and the folder slid across the table very smoothly.

Hachiman Kailing picked up the folder, slightly surprised.

"The agent wants us to go to the martial arts hall early? This is different from the original plan." Hachiman Kailing sat down, supporting her right cheek, and flipping through the documents page by page.

"Xiangzi, did you ask the reason?" Hachiman Kailing looked up at Toyokawa Xiangzi.

Shoko Toyokawa looked calm, as if everything was under her control.

"It seems to be due to MY ALL. MY ALL held a live show last night, which caused quite a stir online, overshadowing Ave Mujica in terms of popularity and attention. Some people even compared Ave Mujica to MY ALL."

"Isn't this a common occurrence? Fans often engage in heated online arguments over whose band is the best, and to prove their taste and discernment."

Yawata Kailing put the folder in her hand back on the table. She had already understood what happened from the file. "This is what happened. It seems that the plan needs to be changed."

At this moment, Miao Meng was staring at the other four people from Ave Mujica with shining eyes. Her eyes were flashing and she sniffed, as if she had smelled an opportunity.

"Well, the agency wants us to get the record for the fastest pass through the Budokan. Ave Mujica is currently very popular both in the media and online, and the agency hopes we can maintain that popularity and not be outshined by other bands."

"I can understand that." Hachiman Kailing nodded. After thinking for a moment, Hachiman Kailing began to arrange the next things.

Then, Hachiman Kailing looked at Toyokawa Shoko again. Toyokawa Shoko lowered her head, her hands tightly clasped together, her eyesight somewhat unfocused, as if she was distracted.

"Then, I'd like to trouble Toyokawa-san to come up with the new song and script as soon as possible. Is that a problem?"

"No problem, leave it to me, I will get it out as soon as possible." Shoko Toyokawa agreed woodenly.

"That's good," Hachiman Kailing then turned to the others, "It's okay for the others to take time out to practice, right?"

"OK," Mu, Miao Meng, and Chu Hua all raised their hands.

After the meeting, Hachiman Hailing looked at Toyokawa Shoko who was about to leave. She vaguely sensed that Toyokawa Shoko was distracted by something. Thinking of this, Hachiman Hailing sighed silently in her heart.

Where can this band go?

No matter how many nice words you say at the beginning, you can't change the end of destruction. This kind of thing will never change because of one person's will.

After the club activities, Asagi went home as usual, feeling a sense of relief. She got off the train and headed home. Passing the intersection where Toyokawa Shoko and her drunken father often hung out, Asagi hesitated.

After thinking for a while, he realized it was still early, so he turned and walked towards the small amusement park. He had met Toyokawa Shoko and Toyokawa Kiyoshi here before. He remembered that he had promised Toyokawa Shoko that he would earn 1 million yuan to show her.

At this moment, Asagi's mood changed again. Perhaps Toyokawa Shoko had just taken the 1 million yen as a joke, and Asagi had almost forgotten the feeling he had when he said that.

As they walked to the small road in the community, just before they saw the playground, Asagi saw a very handsome and cool black car. He didn't recognize the name of the car or the logo, but the appearance of the car was very cool and particularly eye-catching.

From a distance, one could tell that the car was unique, standing proudly above the crowd. The owner must be a very wealthy man, but Asagi was also a little curious about how such a car could appear in such a place.

It's not like there weren't any vehicles here. Often, there were rickety old vans or trucks like the one MMK borrowed, cars you could easily call ordinary people's. A group of children gathered around that van, watching from a distance about three meters away, not daring to get close.

Next to the car was a young man in a suit and black sunglasses. He stood straight next to the car, guarding the surroundings, like a gangster in a movie.

"Qinggao, you still look like this? You haven't changed at all." A chubby-looking man, about 60 years old, stood in front of Toyokawa Shoko's drunken father. The man's hair was smeared with a very limited amount of hair oil, he wore a plaid suit, and he was slightly overweight with a bulging belly.

This body shape will give people the impression of a gentle and kind old man.

However, the man's face was tense and his expression looked very stern. Fengchuan Qingjiao knelt in front of the old man, very humble, with his head lowered as if burying in the dust.

Looking at Fengchuan Qinggao's extremely humble appearance, the old man sighed deeply and his expression finally relaxed.

"Hey, I remember the first time I saw you, you were like this. Kneeling in front of me, head bowed low, looking so cowardly. But at that time, you gritted your teeth and said to me, "Please give Mizuho to me." Do you know how I felt at that time?"

Fengchuan Qingjiao raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him, with an inexplicable color in his eyes.

"At that time, I wanted to have you sunk into Tokyo Bay, as far away from Mizuho as possible. However, Mizuho is my only child, a daughter. Since she is a daughter, the family line cannot be handed over to her. It will eventually be handed over to someone else."

"Mizuho fought me for you, using all sorts of methods to confront me and force me. I really can't understand why Mizuho would fall for someone like you."

As he spoke, the old man fell into memories of the past. He paused, his eyes looking elsewhere, his rims moist. After a while, the old man regained his composure and exhaled deeply. That breath seemed to carry a sense of longing and remembrance for his loved ones.

"It breaks my heart that my sweet daughter has become so stubborn. But what can I do? After all, she is my daughter, my only child. As a father, I can only love her. I have no other choice."

Chapter 319 One hundred million yuan is very dangerous

"What about you, Qing Gao? How do you treat your daughter?"

"After being kicked out, you've been drinking like a dead person every day. Besides drinking yourself to death, you've been fighting with others. You don't care about your own daughter at all. Such a young child has to support the family on her own. You're not worthy of being a father!"

The man on the ground shuddered all over and began to twitch violently in pain.

The old man slowly lowered his body, squatted down and looked at the man on the ground with contempt, with countless disgust in his eyes.

"You are disqualified. I will take Xiangzi back to Fengchuan's house, and you just need to watch honestly from the side." Then, the old man took out a check from his pocket and threw it on the ground.

"Here's a check for 100 million yuan, enough to live on for the rest of your life. Take it and do whatever you want. Marry again, start a family, or drink yourself to death. Just don't show up in front of Xiangzi anymore."

After he finished speaking, the old man turned and left. The butler beside him followed the old man back to the car. However, before leaving, the butler glanced at the man and sighed softly.

After the old man left, the man lying on the ground sat there woodenly, picked up the check on the ground, stared at it blankly, without saying a word.

After a long time, the man began to cry bitterly, and even laughed wildly and twitched. It was impossible to tell whether he was laughing or crying.

Asagi watched the car drive away until it disappeared from his sight. He had a guess about the old man. He thought he was probably Toyokawa Shoko's grandfather, the head of the Toyokawa family. However, Toyokawa Shoko's father should have been kicked out. Did he have anything else to complain to Toyokawa Kiyoshi?

Asagi walked up to Toyokawa Seikan and stood there looking down at him.

"Long time no see, uncle."

Toyokawa Kiyoshi slowly raised his head, looked at Asagi, and said, "It's you." Then, he lowered his head again, looking at the 100 million yen check in his hand. He held the check in his hand, stunned, without any protection. A check, unlike money, is a cashless thing. In principle, it can be cashed on sight, regardless of its origin.

Asagi also saw the check. One hundred million yen, based on the average salary in Japan, this money is almost 30 years of income. If it was Toyokawa Seikao alone, it would be enough for him to spend his entire life.

"The person who just left must be Toyokawa's grandfather." Asagi looked in the direction where the head of the Toyokawa family left.

Toyokawa Seikao lowered his head and did not answer.

"He gave you 100 million yen." Asagi stared at the check in Toyokawa Seikao's hand and said word by word, "It's the money from selling my daughter."

At this moment, Toyokawa Seikao was like an enraged hyena, his red eyes wide open, glaring at Asagi angrily. He gritted his teeth, suppressing the anger in his heart, his hands clenched tightly, veins popping out of his hands.

"Of course, uncle, with your attitude, I actually think that it's best for Toyokawa-san to return to her grandfather. After all, he'd easily shell out 100 million yen just to raise his granddaughter himself. How could a grandfather like that not feel sorry for his granddaughter?"

"He's definitely different from you, uncle. He would give the best to Fengchuan-san. He wouldn't let her deliver newspapers on the streets, nor would he let her eat dry bread and rice all day long. He wouldn't let her do housework either. When Fengchuan-san is unhappy, he would try to make her happy."

Toyokawa Kiyoshi stared at Asagi in astonishment, his face revealing surprise and shock. At this moment, he was astonished by the information Asagi had revealed. For a long time, Toyokawa Kiyoshi had lived in a state of confusion, not knowing what Toyokawa Shoko was doing outside of work or where she got her money from.

He didn't care about these things. After all, Toyokawa Shoko had a grandfather who loved her and she could ask her grandfather for money if she was out of money. However, after hearing Asagi talk about Toyokawa Shoko's experience, Toyokawa Seikao looked at Asagi in a daze, as if he couldn't believe what he said.

Because Toyokawa Shoko is different from him. Shoko is a member of the Toyokawa family, while he is an outsider.

"I don't know, I don't care," Toyokawa Kiyoshi said weakly. His eyes calmed down, and the anger he had just felt disappeared. Once his eyes calmed down, they quickly turned gray and lifeless again.

The man sat there in a daze, no one knowing what he was thinking at that moment. Was he repenting for what he had done to his daughter, regretting being an incompetent father? Or was he truly no longer caring about his daughter? However, the words he spoke were so resolute that it made people feel sad.

Asagi looked at Toyokawa Kiyoshi, the man before her, and felt that he was beyond redemption. He probably no longer cared about his daughter. His life was gone, and with it, his soul, everything he had.

In other words, when his wife died, half of his soul died. And when he was driven out of the Toyokawa family, the other half of his soul died, and then his whole body died. But why is he still alive now?

Is there any other reason?

"That's all," Asagi sighed, thinking it was fine. "Do you need me to take you back? Holding that check is dangerous. It's best to keep it away and don't let anyone see it."

Asagi put the check back into the man's inner pocket. The man simply watched, not trying to stop him. Furthermore, when Asagi reached for the 100 million yen check, the man simply glanced at him, then lowered his head, not trying to stop him. He didn't understand why he'd trusted the boy before him; it was 100 million yen.

It turns out that Asagi didn't run away with the check, he just helped him collect the check and put it in his pocket.

After returning to the residence, Asagi called out softly outside, but no one responded. Asagi also knew that Toyokawa Shoko couldn't be at home at this time. Toyokawa Shoko had a lot of things to do and couldn't come back so early.

After opening the door, Asagi helped Toyokawa Kiyoshi back to his room. Toyokawa Kiyoshi just sat on the floor of the room blankly, like a puppet being manipulated by others.

Asagi looked around and realized the rice he'd been given was almost gone. There were also some dishes left untied in the kitchen, and empty beer cans scattered on the floor. Feeling helpless, he could only spend a few minutes cleaning up. Finally, he simply cooked some rice and prepared some food.

"That's it. I'll go back first. Sorry to bother you." After finishing everything, Asagi said goodbye to the decadent uncle in the room and left.

Chapter 320: Yuequ

"Hello, is this MY ALL's agency?"

Ms. Asakura, the manager of Ave Mujica, walked into the five-story building. The hallway was dim, with only a faint green light and no elevator. My All Agency's sign was prominently displayed outside on the third floor. Asakura had found the office by the address and the prominent sign.

The lady sitting on the office chair in front of Asakura looked tired. She had dark circles around her eyes and was a little dazed.

"Ah, hello, I'm Shiomi Miura, the manager of MY ALL agency."

Miura Shiomi hurriedly stood up and introduced herself.

Asakura carefully examined the woman before him. Miura Shiomi was only about 20 years old, very young, but Asakura was in her 30s and looked very capable and professional. From the outside, Miura Shiomi didn't seem capable of standing on her own. Moreover, the MY ALL agency exuded an air of poverty from the inside out.

This aura has been engraved in every corner.

The desk in front of me is worn and looks like it's been used for a long time. The office is simply decorated, with many areas simply renovated to cover up the original walls. MY ALL's every move reveals that they are a poor and new office.

Asakura was curious about how such an agency could sign a band like MY ALL. Judging from their talent alone, the members of MY ALL weren't exactly top-tier, just above average. It was the band's exceptional songwriting that elevated the band to a higher level.

"Hello, I'm Ave Mujica's agent, Asakura." Asakura extended his hand.

Miura Shiomi was slightly stunned, then held out her hand in confusion. After a brief introduction, Asakura explained his purpose.

"Since we're all in the same business, I won't waste any more time. I'm planning to ask your firm for a song."

"A song?"

Asakura nodded and continued, "Ms. Miura has probably seen the news too. Ave Mujica's reputation has declined slightly recently. To be honest, our company spent a lot of money and time to promote Ave Mujica, and we don't want to see any negative news about Ave Mujica."