The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and as soon as this sentence came out, it caused an extremely strong reaction.

The money you get from selling your children?

Mr. Yamamoto's smile shrank, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

Kobayashi Takarazuka opened his mouth in surprise.

People sitting in front of the TV watching the live broadcast couldn't help but feel stunned.

Is she crazy? ! This is a felony a hundred times more serious than hush money.

"There is no way, there is no money anymore. During that time, there was no money at all." Dean Spring Garden took out the yellowed accounting book from his arms, and suddenly there was a slight smile on his lips, "If you do this again If it goes down, the orphanage will no longer be able to support it, and the children will starve to death."

"I have no choice. It's not enough for one person to work ten jobs. I take care of the children by myself. I can't just watch them starve to death."

"But the money is not enough, it's really not enough..."

The income and expenses are clearly recorded in the accounting book. Every time Chun Tian Yuanzi works a temporary job, the income will be recorded below, and correspondingly, the expenses for the children, food expenses, book expenses, winter expenses... ....

But there are too many children and the money is not enough.

"I can only sell the newborn. Everyone is very poor these days and no one wants to adopt a child. But he is different. Many adopters like him and want to take him away, but he is unwilling. Resist me, I understand, I understand, it’s not that he doesn’t want to leave, but that he wants to stay and take care of the children with me.”

"I had no choice but to force him away with ruthless force. The adults who came to buy him were scared away by him. I could only lock him up in a solitary room and starve him, but the child just refused to leave. Ah. He pretends to be crazy and stupid, wallowing in muddy water, just to stay. Every time I go out to work, the children will run around. Some run away and never come back. But as long as he is here, here Not one will be missing.”

Haruta Sonoko said softly: "Once, I asked him why he was doing this. You are different from them. You can live the life you want."

"That child." Haruta Sonoko wiped her tears, "He turned to comfort me. He said that the life he wanted was to take good care of the children. He told me not to worry, and life would definitely get better."

"But he still left. Maybe a gentle person met a gentle person." Springfield Yuanzi's tears kept falling.

But he was smiling, "But this was not the main reason. Just a week before he was bought, the fourth child fell ill and was taken to the hospital. The doctor said that he needed a lot of money to survive."

"He should know about this. He is the eldest of the children, and no information can be hidden from him."

"That time, I saw him sitting in the playground in a daze. At night he said to me, please sell me. As long as the price is one million yen, no matter who it is, I will go with that person tomorrow."

"I'm very happy that the fourth child has a chance to survive. I asked him, are you angry? I locked you up and didn't give you food, and treated you like a commodity."

"He smiled and said he was angry. Of course he was angry, but there was nothing he could do about it."

"This welfare home was not called the Xinghuo Welfare Home before, but the Sunshine Welfare Home. The name Xinghuo was given to us by a young child." Haruta Yuanzi said, "He said that a single spark can start a prairie fire."

"Before he left, he said to me, please let all the children grow up healthy."

...

Mr. Yamamoto is sculpturally solid in front of the camera.

Kobayashi Takarazuka kicked his shoes under the table. Mr. Yamamoto reacted, lowered his head and pushed his eyes, and continued: "I don't think this is true. It may be that the lines were prepared in advance."

Kobayashi Takarazuka suddenly noticed something and ordered the front desk reporter to take pictures of the children. The camera turned to the children again. The children with yellow faces and skinny muscles were wearing good-looking clothes and wearing Nike shoes. The little girl's shoes were obviously not the right size. But there is no doubt that these are Nike shoes! ! !

How could people like them afford such luxury goods!

Ha ha! The surprise inspection revealed the truth!

Kobayashi Takarazuka was like a dog that smelled a fishy smell, and coughed twice: "But from observation, it seems that this orphanage is not poor. The children are well-dressed."

"What you are wearing looks good," the reporter at the front desk asked coaxingly.

"Hmm, when I went to school yesterday, everyone praised my shoes for being great!" the little girl showed off happily. She ran back to the house, took out a torn schoolbag, and dug out something from it. He brought out one snack after another, "Not only that, there are also many delicious ones. Do you want to eat? We have many more at home!"

"That's a macaron." Kobayashi Takarazuka said.

"Expensive food?" Mr. Yamamoto asked cooperatively.

"Yes, I often buy them for my wife and daughter." Kobayashi Takarazuka said.

"You are a family-loving person." Mr. Yamamoto nodded.

"And it seems that not only macarons, but also Ningyoyaki from Sensoji Temple and Osaka's glutinous rice dumplings are not cheap."

...

"Excuse me, where do these clothes and food come from? Can you explain it?" the front desk reporter asked Haruta Sonoko politely.

"It was donated by others. Just yesterday, not only we had it, but other welfare homes also received it. If you don't believe it, you can ask." Haruta Yuanzi looked at the children happily.

"Who donated it?" the front desk reporter asked again.

"I don't know, those trucks left after delivering the things." Haruta Yuanzi shook his head, "The donor did not leave his name."

...

"Hey, Seko, did you buy those things on the TV?" Kaoru Nagisa Sakura was sitting in her seat, watching the live broadcast on the TV in the venue, and suddenly pulled Seko Natsukawa.

"Macaroons, Ningyo yaki, and glutinous rice dumplings from my restaurant." Natsukawa Seko came back from her daze, "Others may be mistaken, but my stuff will never be mistaken."

"The shoes and clothes that the little girl is wearing are the shoes and clothes I bought for Yu Bao." A best friend next to me suddenly shouted, "Those are the latest ones on the market. I have carefully selected them for a long time. They will definitely not go wrong!"

"Me too! I bought three sets for Yu Bao!"

"Hey, Xiaoying, did Yu Bao give the things we gave him to these children? You said it, right? Otherwise, how could it have gotten into the hands of those children? I bought it for Yu Bao, and he Why don’t you wear it yourself?”

Kaoru Nagisa Sakura remained silent.

Yeah, why doesn't he wear it himself?

"I don't know." She cried suddenly, her heart aching.

...

"Donda Art Group applies for live broadcast connection."

"Donda Art Group applies for live broadcast connection."

"Online."

"Hello, who are you?"

"I am Principal Kazuki Sawano, and Yuzuru is the child under my command."

"Ah, do you have anything to say?"

"Can't you cut off their channel?" Kobayashi Takarazuka lowered his head and sent a text message to the program director.

"There are too many things involved. The police in the Central District have been involved in this matter and cannot be shut down." The director wiped the sweat from his forehead. "This is a live broadcast for the entire public. Everyone wants a true story." s answer."

"Please speak." Mr. Yamamoto faced Sawano Kazuki from a distance.

"Okay, I will answer your questions one by one." Sawano Kazuki said, "First, as to why a child in an orphanage has so many musical instruments, we are working with Yu Xianzhisheng Detailed answers were given before signing the contract.”

"There is a person behind that child. It is said to be one person, but it is most likely two people. They are Mr. Tokishen and Candy Samurai. Yu Xian's childish music and lyrics are all written by them."

"With these two people behind him, I think it would be easy to teach him an instrument."

"Why? Why should you teach him?" Mr. Yamamoto asked, "That child just walked out of an orphanage. On what conditions can he meet a person of this level?"

"The reason is very simple. If it were me, I would choose to train a child like him." Sawano Kazuki said with a smile, "That child likes fishing. This is something everyone knows. Dean Yuanzi also said it just now , this kid occasionally goes fishing in the small river ditch, and maybe he met him there."

"Is there any way to prove it?" Kobayashi Takarazuka said loudly, "Do you have any way to prove whether these two people really exist?"

"Yes." Kazuki Sawano said, "The cultural community just called and asked the TV station to connect to the cultural community."

"Hello, this is the Tokyo Cultural Committee. I am Hiroshi Kikuchi, the chairman of the Cultural Committee." The gray-haired old man stood in front of the screen with solemn eyes. "As for the existence of Mr. Tokiyoshi, we will give you an answer. Tokiyuka He is also one of the writers participating in Japan’s highest literary award, and his work has successfully entered the final review.”

"Mr. Shishen, he exists."

"Please let him show up." Kobayashi Takarazuka said in a panic.

"Sorry, we have no right to ask Mr. Tokiyuka, and we have no reason to ask him." Kikuchi Hiroshi said, "For some unspeakable reasons, we think it is better for Mr. Tokiyuka not to appear in public."

That guy unceremoniously revealed the truth about the economic bubble. The scene in the book "The Great Gatsby" was simply a reappearance of the current desolate scene. The people at the State Council would not let him off easily.

"I am Haru Ansan, the president of the Tokyo Daily News." The man standing next to Hiroshi Kikuchi came up, "Mr. Yamamoto, I also prove the existence of Mr. Tokibuka, because I have been looking for him because of my father's orders. ."

Ansanji actually ended up personally? Or is it the entrustment of Mr. Anshan?

These are people I cannot afford to offend in eight lifetimes! Mr. Yamamoto turned pale with fright.

"If this matter is wrong, we will punish everyone in Yue Yao Ye Weiyang." Anshanji said with a smile, "Please believe that justice will prevail in the world."

"We will definitely pursue it." Hiroshi Kikuchi imitated Kobayashi Takarazuka's previous tone and said, "We can't just let it go!"

The people from the Tokyo Cultural Committee burst into laughter.

These are a group of very low-key literati, and they can't bear to see a group of people bullying a child.

"What about the Candy Samurai!" Mr. Yamamoto was flustered. "Does the Candy Samurai exist?"

"Please pay attention to our 'turin video' platform. Some viewers have discovered the personal official account of Candy Samurai. You can check it out and find out." Kazuki Sawano said.

...

Another new wave of hot traffic is pouring into the platform.

Kaoru Nagisa Sakura and her best friends quickly opened their accounts and searched for Candy Samurai. Sure enough, there was a song called "Kikujiro's Summer" under Candy Samurai's personal channel.

One of them turned on the speaker, and everyone listened quietly.

"Sounds good!"

“Absolutely great!”

This quality is undoubtedly Qudad's.

"I like this song." Natsukawa Seko said in surprise, "Can I buy the right to play it? Summer is coming soon. It will be great to play it in the store."

"I would also like!"

"Ask Yu Bao for me. He knows that person. It's easy to talk about money and stuff!" Natsukawa Seko said with a smile.

Kaoru Nagisa Sakura is in a daze.

The number of plays of this song is rising at a terrifying speed, and the number of followers on the Candy Warrior channel has reached 500,000 fans, and this is just the beginning.

There is no doubt that this is the real Qudad!

Kaoru Nagisa Sakura put down her mobile phone with satisfaction and looked at Mr. Yamamoto, who looked frightened in the live TV show, and Kobayashi Takarazuka, who stared dead as if his life had been taken away.

You guys are finished.

The TV program suddenly connected to a new signal.

...

"I am a front desk reporter for TV Tokyo and am currently located at the Hitachi Logistics headquarters in Chuo-ku."

"People from Hitachi Logistics applied for TV connections."

"People from Hitachi Logistics applied for TV connections."

"The connection is connected."

"Hello, this is the TV Tokyo anchor room."

"Hello, I am the person in charge of Hitachi Logistics."

"Excuse me, do you have anything to say?" The reporter at the front desk put the microphone in front of the man.

The man was wearing work clothes and scratched his head: "Ah, how should I put it? I didn't want to say it at first, but seeing that child being innocently wronged like this, it's hard for people in our company to watch it anymore."

"Although the kid has warned us a lot not to tell us, how could we not tell anyone in this situation? I'm sorry, Yu Xian Zhisheng."

"I will tell you frankly that the person who donated the materials to the welfare home was Yuxian Zhisheng. Those were gifts from his fans."

"I asked him at the time, wouldn't you just keep it for yourself, but he said that he was already living a good life, and instead of keeping the food with him, it would be better to give it to those who need it more, himself. He just kept the letter, the doll, etc. He said he liked this the most and would treasure it for the rest of his life."

"Are you sure?" the front desk reporter asked with a smile.

"How can you be unsure!" The man in work clothes widened his eyes, "I delivered it in person, and I didn't even ask for the logistics fee he gave me!"

"Our reporter is here to report for you." After the reporter at the front desk finished speaking, the TV channel rebroadcasted the program to the Yue Yao Ye Wei Young program group. Experts Kobayashi Takarazuka and Yamamoto were like mice in a box, accepting the attention of all the people.

Rumble fans are going crazy again.

The comment area in Yuxian Zhisheng's personal channel was once again blocked.

"Garbage show, garbage experts! Now even a dog can be an expert!"

"Didn't I say that we need to analyze it frame by frame? You analyze it!"

"I've taken screenshots of the expressions of these two guys and will start playing darts from tomorrow!"

"Yu Bao! I am your mother! You are my grandfather!"

"There is a music dad and a lyrics dad sitting behind him. Why can't he play musical instruments? Moreover, Yu Bao's arrangement ability is so strong, he is a genius. If I were the music dad, I would love him too!"

"I agree! A person like him is cute and powerful, and deserves to be loved by two big daddies!"

"From today on, I declare that no one can black feather treasure except the sun!"

"A pure passerby, turned into a fan."

"Do you have any contact information with the two dads? I want to buy the theme song for our movie."

...

"It's really our gift." The women in the best friend group said in surprise.

"But they are all sent away. What will happen to Yu Bao? He was photographed by reporters in the morning. I saw that he was still wearing the same old clothes."

"What's there to say? I'll pull another cart for him." Natsukawa Seko said with a smile, "I'll take care of all his snacks in this life."

"Me too! I'll buy a few more sets for him when I get home and send them over."

"Shoes are easy to talk about. Buy more this time."

"Haha, let's see who donates faster or I buy faster, Yu Bao, you brat!"

"Ryoko, what's wrong with you?" Xiaoxun Nagisa Sakura asked.

Rina Ryoko has been in a daze from the beginning, not knowing what she is thinking.

"How many welfare homes are there in Tokyo?" Rina Ryoko asked.

"I don't know." Xiaoxun Nagisa Sakura seemed to feel something.

"I know about ten or so, most of them in the suburbs."

"I've got it covered." Rina Ryoko kicked off her high heels, and her plump thighs slipped out of the red robe. "The only request is that they all be renamed Xinghuo Welfare Home, and all donors write Yu Bao."

"This doesn't look like you." Xiaoxun Nagisa said with her head shrinking.

"I'm not interested in those children being fed and clothed. Whether they live a good or bad life has nothing to do with me, but if it is Yu Bao's wish, then I will do it. That's fine." Rina Ryoko waved impatiently Wave.

...

New National Theater, players’ personal lounge.

Yuxian Zhisheng was sitting on a chair receiving makeup. In fact, his face didn't need makeup at all, so he kept putting on makeup. The makeup artist felt that the more makeup he wore, the more uncomfortable he felt, so he helped him wash off the makeup.

Well, he is naturally beautiful, and putting on makeup is an insult to him.

So, I got my hair done.

It turns out that Yu Xian's childish bangs were down, but this time they were blown up and fixed with hairspray. The white forehead was exposed, making the originally clear and gentle face look even more youthful.

The makeup artist found an excuse and secretly took several photos.

The door of the dressing room was suddenly pushed open, and the female director walked in. She waved her hand to let the makeup artist leave first, and then looked at Yu Xian, who was sitting on the chair.

"It was quite chaotic outside just now." The female director said softly.

"Yeah." Yuxian nodded naively.

There was his mobile phone on the dressing table, and he watched the whole news.

"It's all over." The female director said with a smile, with tears still remaining in the corners of her eyes, "Well, please...can I hug you?"

Yu Xian was startled for a moment, and he probably understood the meaning of her request. This was because her maternal nature was overflowing and she had nowhere to vent it. If she didn't hug her, she would probably not know where to put her hands and feet.

"Okay." Yuxian said naively.

The female director walked up and hugged him gently, smiling happily.

"I've worked really hard for you in the past." She said, "Can I kiss you?"

"No." Yu Xian refused simply.

The female director was not disappointed. This request was indeed a bit too much.

Soon she left with satisfaction, leaving Yuxian Zhisheng alone in the empty dressing room. He stared at himself in the mirror, with a devilish smile on his cheeks.

Everything is planned.

Whether it was fishing that caused the four major financial groups to take the bait, or whether it was planning Shi Shen and the Candy Samurai in advance, everything was developing according to what he thought, and there was no vacancy.

No one will doubt his identity anymore.

The Candy Samurai Company has also officially entered the public eye. As long as the energy continues to receive business, there will never be a shortage of money, and you can control everything behind the scenes.

I wonder if the children are happy to wear new clothes.

It must look good.

Yuxian became happy, and his face showed an angelic smile.

"Contestant Yuxian, are you ready to go on stage?" The staff knocked on the door.

"Ah, here we come."

He held the microphone and walked slowly, lonely, and happily towards the performance venue. The lights in the corridor stretched his back very long and shined brightly.