The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

Yuxian Zhisheng sighed inwardly and started to read the menu.

This eldest girl is not bad at heart, but she will not be able to change her faults for a while, and she will suffer to save face. A meal here is almost worth more than a month's salary for her.

The most important thing is that she can't refute it yet. She chose this store for herself.

In fact, eating itself is not important. Who you eat with is the most important. As long as it is Xuezi, he will feel happy even if two people sit in the car with rice balls and eat them. Unfortunately, Xuezi cannot understand this truth yet.

Yu Xianzhisheng randomly ordered a few items and then handed the menu back to Yukiko.

Yukiko was very dissatisfied and added a set of pufferfish sashimi set before reluctantly returning the menu to the waiter in Western dress.

It will take a while to get the food.

Xuezi enjoyed this short wait. She didn't know when she started to feel that Yu Xian was a little far away from her. It was not a distance in life, but a separation in the state of soul.

He sings so beautifully and has a high figure skating rating. She feels that her family status has become lower. Treating him to such expensive food can make her feel a little bit happy, and she thinks she can still control him. Although She knew this idea was childish, but it was indeed something she could do.

"I'm going out to buy some drinks." Yu Xian stood up holding his schoolbag.

"Just order it on the menu." Yukiko said.

"There's no bozi soda on the menu." Yuxian gave her a smile.

His face was soft in the sunshine, and his smile was too beautiful to be true. The expensive decoration of this store instantly became his foil, even though his school uniform was incompatible with this environment.

Such a young man, who looks like an aristocratic young man, is carrying a small, patched-up school bag, which contains a small fishing rod he has used since childhood. He is not excited about those expensive sashimi, but he is still thinking about a sip of Bozi soda. It is impossible to say it out. Imagine.

"Come back soon."

For some reason, Xuezi felt a little lost.

She turned and stared out the window until Yu Xian took the elevator out of the store. His figure jumped into the sea of ​​people, seemingly no different from the people walking on the street.

She just watched silently, watching him walk onto the overpass until he was buried deep in the dense crowd and completely disappeared from her sight.

There were several noble men sitting next door who were having a meal. When they saw her alone, they talked to each other in low voices, then laughed maliciously, and made a bet that whoever could get her mobile phone number would have the rest of the meal. Several people foot the bill.

One of the young men wearing a shirt mustered up the courage, picked the red roses on the table and came over. He first said a few words about the nice weather, and then asked for her contact information.

Yukiko Miyamoto simply rejected him.

But this noble young master is obviously on top, and he is a bit unyielding.

The young man was next to her just now, and he hoped that the guy would leave soon, otherwise he would be too embarrassed to come up and talk.

Now, this great opportunity always feels like it will be gone if I miss it.

And the gang found it challenging, especially since the woman had a child with her.

What they like most is this kind of woman. The more upright she is, the more difficult it is, but the more difficult it is, the more exciting it is. Being able to conquer her heart with money also means that he has a higher ability to play with women.

What's more, everyone in this circle knows it very well. They just play with each other and then separate without affecting their respective families.

This young man thought he had good looks, and he was still the type of young man who is most popular among women nowadays, so he kept the gesture of handing out roses and said politely: "Let's leave each other's phone numbers, maybe I can help you in the future. "

Xuezi thought of something and stretched out her arms with a smile.

On her arm is a pattern drawn by Yu Xian Shengsheng for her - "Yue Xuezi of Yuxian Shengsheng".

The smile on the young nobleman's face instantly collapsed. He threw the rose into the trash can and walked back to his seat. He didn't know what he said to his companions. The young nobleman burst into laughter, shook his head and continued to eat.

Yukiko covered her ears impatiently.

After a while, she lay on the table and buried her head in her arms. She didn't want to think about anything or do anything. She just waited for time to pass. It seemed that after she raised her head, he came back and sat obediently on her side. opposite.

...

Yuxian bought a bottle of Bozi soda at a convenience store and threw it into his schoolbag, then ran to the self-service copyright machine next to the street.

Japan may not be good at other things, but when it comes to copyright, it refuses to give up any ground. Strict legal treaties and the improvement of the awareness of all citizens have allowed Japan's genuine rate to reach 98% worldwide.

This awareness is very obvious in school. You can borrow books to read, but if you want to take the books out to copy, you will definitely be despised by your classmates, and they will unanimously advise you to buy genuine books and bring them back.

The copyright application is also very complete.

In addition to mailboxes, there are self-service copyright machines everywhere on the street. You only need to put the magnetic card in.

"Original Scenery of My Hometown", "Song of Raindrops" and "Red Chili Peppers".

Yuxian Zhisheng recorded the three song demos recorded in advance to the brand copyright card of "Candy Samurai".

Then, in his own name, he authorized the company that he had asked Rie Shirasawa to run yesterday.

Then the pen name of [Shi Shen] was also entered into this company.

In addition to his identity as a writer, [Shi Shen] has another minor identity: a lyricist for a candy company. In this way, if anyone asked, the origin of the lyrics of "Red Hot Chili Peppers" would be traceable.

Then change the card.

Insert the pen name card of [Shi Shen] into the machine.

He printed out the copyright slip for "The Great Gatsby", two copies in total.

One is posted on the document bag containing the Japanese manuscript, and the other is posted on the English script of "The Great Gatsby."

These things can only be done secretly.

I just told Yukiko that my English level is not good. If I take out this pile of manuscripts in English in front of her, the vocabulary is so complicated that even her level cannot understand it, then I will definitely not be able to explain it.

After affixing the copyright slip, one was sent to the Tokyo Cultural Affairs Council, and the other was sent to the Hollywood branch of the film company in Tokyo. Then, a photo was taken with a mobile phone and stored as a certificate.

Yuxian Zhisheng put the two document bags into the mailbox and breathed a sigh of relief.

On his way back with the soda, he sent a text message to Rie Shirasawa: "The money in the company account can be used."

There are still 4.7 million yen in the company's account, which is the assistance money from the wives that Kazuki Sawano called. This money is quite dirty, but right now he has nothing, so he can't use it.

In fact, I was very resistant at first, but after thinking about it, the money earned from selling men's sex is money, so I felt much safer once I changed my mind. I just hope I don’t go further down this road.

Shirasawa Rie quickly replied to the message: "How do I use it?"

"Take out 30,000 yen as a commission for the clothing store and give it to Miyamoto Yukiko. She is very easy to coax. Just say that the clothing sales this month are very good and she is this month's model clerk. You can polish the reasons yourself."

"In addition, make her work arrangements more tiring, so that the more she works, the more she gets, so as not to arouse suspicion."

Yuxian smiled naively.

In this way, Yukiko would be too tired to work a night job at a convenience store, and would give up driving for two hours just to come to the figure skating rink to see her.

This big girl was well taken care of in the past and had never experienced the hardships of life, so she thought about things one by one and could not look to the future.

In fact, I don't dislike being famous for making money.

I just hate that after becoming famous, I am controlled by the consortium like a puppet. I do things I don’t like, and I lose my personal freedom. There is also the most critical copyright issue.

The only way to fight against the consortium is to have consortium-like power behind you.

Candy Samurai was built for just that.

However, for the current six major consortiums in Japan, it is only a paramecium-level existence.

Xuezi was a little impatient with herself.

If I join Class S, my copyright will be lost.

If you sing a song and get one piece taken away, if you take a piece of music, it will be given to a more suitable student by Dongda Art, and you will get nothing. At most, they will say to themselves: "Ah, what a genius boy." Yeah, keep up the good work.”

What? Want a share fee?

Oh, you are a member of Dongda Art. This is a big family. When working hard for the sake of the family, don’t talk about dirty things like money. Just keep working hard and I will give you more performance opportunities later.

It's exactly the same as the boss telling his employees their ideals and piecing together a pie.

I am not a child of a rich family, and I do not have a prominent family background behind me, so I cannot be as simple as Hitomi Kuroki and others.

It's not that I don't want to learn figure skating, but if I train all day, I won't have time to do the behind-the-scenes planning. There are only so many hours in a day, and it's not enough to split it up.

The naive Xuezi doesn't understand anything and can be forgiven.

But he couldn't follow her into chaos.

If you quarrel with me, you quarrel with me, and if I coax you, this big baby, it’s my responsibility to coax you.

But the Clay Bodhisattva still has three points of fire energy.

It's a good thing to let her suffer more appropriately.

Lest she underestimate this cruel society.

There is no need to work night jobs in convenience stores. After all, safety comes first.

"I understand, boss." Shirasawa Rie wrote back.