Japanese big things

The next day, the weather was fine. After Nakamura Masahiro and Oshiro Shoji met, they went to the location of the Cultural Promotion Fund.

The person who received them was still the same representative from yesterday. Under his guidance, Nakamura Masahiro successfully met with Shuichi Tobita, the president of the Cultural Promotion Fund.

He is an old man who looks to be in his sixties. Although his temples are gray, he gives the overall impression of being energetic, fully interpreting the term "old and strong".

After the two parties had a simple friendly exchange and confirmed the scope and theme of the advertising requirements, it was already afternoon.

After having a meal at a high-end restaurant, at the suggestion of President Shuichi Tobita, the group went to a local nightclub in Kanazawa.

Upon learning that President Shuichi Tobita and famous supervisor Masahiro Nakamura were arriving, the person in charge of the nightclub immediately ran out to greet them.

"Welcome both of you. If there is anything you need, please feel free to ask. I will definitely do it next time."

"Don't raise your tone so high. I'm definitely here to have fun. Otherwise, why are you here?"

President Shuichi Tobita glanced at the person in charge of the nightclub, his tone was slightly dissatisfied, and he ordered: "Arrange some young and beautiful girls to come, and we must serve the famous supervisor Nakamura-san well, you know?"

"President Feitian, don't worry, there will be absolutely no problem..."

The person in charge patted his chest and gave the assurance with a confident look on his face, and then led the group of people to the luxurious box inside.

Although it was still early, there were already many guests in the nightclub, and the warm-toned neon lights spread freely, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

Seeing the person in charge of the nightclub leading a group of people inside with a very humble attitude, many people showed curious expressions.

However, because they did not dare to come forward and disturb them, and the light was blurry, they could not see clearly who was accompanying the other party. They could only make guesses in their hearts.

"The person in charge of the nightclub could be a big shot, right?"

"I don't know who it is? The person in charge is so humble."

"Forget it, it has nothing to do with us, just mind your own business..."

Facing complicated looks with unclear meanings, Nakamura Masahiro, President Shuichi Tobita and their group were ushered into the luxury box by each other.

As soon as they sat down, waiters filed in and brought a variety of beers, champagne and other drinks, paired with snacks and fruits, setting a table full of them.

"I'm going to make arrangements first, excuse me..."

The person in charge of the nightclub smiled modestly at everyone, said briefly, took two steps back and left the box.

"Come on, Nakamura-san, have a drink first..."

President Shuichi Tobita had a smile on his face. He picked up a glass filled with champagne and raised it to Masahiro Nakamura.

The representatives on the side and Shoji Oshiro also raised their glasses. Naturally, Masahiro Nakamura couldn't be reserved, so he clinked glasses like the crowd.

At the same time, the person in charge of the nightclub who left the box hurriedly called the local office in Kanazawa and asked the other party to provide young and beautiful girls.

"I only have one request. Young and beautiful people will make things happen, you know?"

"As long as the people you arrange to come over this time take care of the guests, I will invest another sum of money."

After giving some nagging instructions, he hung up the phone, and his originally tense heartstrings relaxed a little.

Although he also has some background and connections, it is best not to offend him casually if you can avoid offending him.

After all, not to mention the famous supervisor Nakamura Masahiro, the president Shuichi Tobita alone is a major force in the local area.

After waiting a little anxiously for a while, his employees quickly came to him and reported: The firm has sent someone here.

"Take me there and see..."

So, the person in charge hurriedly followed behind his subordinates, and soon arrived at the side entrance of the night club. It was relatively quiet here and not many people knew about it.

At this time, a slightly old nanny car was parked outside the side door, and several beautiful girls were lined up, looking slightly uneasy and nervous, as if they were waiting for an inspection.

"Did your president tell you when you came here?"

After a cursory glance, the person in charge was quite satisfied with the appearance of the girls. After all, they were all graphic models and photo artists, and they were too ugly to be employed.

"The president has already said..."

"Hey, I told you..."

The girls lowered their heads, slightly avoiding the slightly aggressive scrutiny of the person in charge, and answered in a low voice one by one.

"No one wants to see you with a sad face, please cheer me up..."

"Don't be so sad. As long as you serve the guests in the box well, I guarantee you will get more resources."

Seeing that the girls were not in a high mood, the person in charge made a few promises like making a wish. After their condition improved a little, he led them inside.

"Ai-chan, are you afraid?"

The companions around her followed Miyagoshi Aimi closely. She carefully observed the situation inside the nightclub and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, don't worry..."

Although Miyoshi Aimei felt a little weak, she still reached out and patted the girl gently, pretending to be calm and comforting her.

This escort job was arranged by the president of the firm. The pay may not be very high, but the safety will still be guaranteed.

"Aren't we idols? Why do we come to a place like this..."

Her companion is a girl who is a little younger than Miyakoshi Aimi. She has just joined the firm and this is her first time to be exposed to this kind of escort job.

Miyagoshi Aimi opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer for a while. She also had such questions at the beginning, but as the number of contacts increased, she gradually became numb.

Recalling her original intention to join the agency, she had the dream of becoming a dazzling idol on the stage, and for this reason she broke up with Masahiro Nakamura.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! As a result, things are unpredictable, and although she has become an idol, it is very different from the beautiful future she imagined.

There are no crowds of fans around, and there is no gorgeous and exquisite performance stage. There is only a simple stage in a small theater, facing those otakus and workplace social animals who need to please.

This is not the situation Miyoshi Aimei wants at all, but she has no choice but to persevere in confusion. Maybe one day she can board the wave on the ground?

"You guys wait a moment, I'll go in first..."

Suddenly, a middle-aged man's voice rang out, and Miyagoshi Aimei, who came back to her senses, realized that they had arrived at the door of a box.

The person who spoke was the person in charge of the nightclub who had just lectured. He motioned to the girls to wait where they were, then knocked on the door of the box and walked in.

After a while, he retreated from the box, left the door open, and said to the girls, "Remember to be happy and go in..."

The girls looked at each other in confusion, then took steps silently, and got into the box one by one with their heads lowered.

"You all stand in a row first..."

As soon as she entered the box, before Miyagoshi Aimi could see what was going on inside, she heard a deep and dignified voice.

So, she felt a little nervous and stood in a row with her companions, looking down at the ground in front of her, as if waiting for goods to be selected.

"Nakamura-san, you choose first..."

"President Feitian, you should choose first..."

Suddenly, a voice sounded familiar to Miyoshi Aimei. She subconsciously raised her head and saw a young and handsome man sitting on the sofa in front of her.

Although he was wearing a casual suit and his original lazy temperament had become calmer, overall there was not much change compared to the image in his memory.

"It's Masahiro-kun..."

Muttering in her mouth, Miyagoshi Aimei suddenly lowered her head. She was very panicked at the moment, wishing that a gap would open in the ground and she could escape from here immediately.

However, as luck would have it, Miyakoshi Aimi happened to be chosen by Masahiro Nakamura, and a sudden sound came to her ears.

"Just the one on the right..."

This is Masahiro Nakamura's magnetic voice, as familiar as ever, full of spontaneity and warmth, but it no longer belongs to her.

"Nakamura-san chose the one on the right, so I'll choose the one in the middle..."

"Oshiro-san, you and Oda-san should choose one for yourself... Just be happy."

Suddenly, she noticed that her companion beside her had moved towards the sofa in front of her. Miyagoshi Aimei, who couldn't hide, had to brace herself up and walked over step by step.

She shrugged her head, not daring to look at Nakamura Masahiro, and sat down next to him a little timidly, trying her best to avoid making eye contact with him.

Contrary to Miyagoshi Aimi's expectation, Nakamura Masahiro didn't seem to recognize her, nor did he make any moves like those big shots. Instead, he asked with concern.

"Are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

While feeling relieved, Miyagoshi Aimi felt a little disappointed. Nakamura Masahiro no longer recognized her?

With messy thoughts flying around, the girl forced a smile on her face and responded politely.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

"What's wrong? Nakamura-san, don't you like it?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the situation on Nakamura Masahiro's side. President Shuichi Tobita stopped joking with his female companion and turned to ask Nakamura Masahiro.

"If you don't like it, you can change it to another one."

"It's okay, no need..."

Nakamura Masahiro declined politely. It seemed that in order to dispel the idea of ​​President Shuichi Tobita, he deliberately got closer to Miyagoshi Aimi and showed an intimate gesture.

This look fell in the eyes of Miyakoshi Aimi, and she could tell at a glance that this was Nakamura Masahiro's perfunctory state, without a trace of credibility.

"If you don't want to stay here, you can take her out to play..."

After President Shuichi Tobita said this, an ambiguous smile appeared on his face that every man could understand, which was quite meaningful.

"But remember to ask for their permission."