Chapter 335 Kitagawa's Habit
In a dimly lit room in Minato Ward, Ota put down the phone and his eyes became thoughtful.
"Boss, who was that just now?" A subordinate with a buzz cut in the room came up to him.
"Pa" Ota slapped him on the back of the head without any mercy.
"Ouch~" The little minion covered his head and looked at Ota aggrievedly, "Boss~"
"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask."
Seeing Ota's warning look, the minions no longer dared to gossip about what had just happened.
It seems that he is some important person, otherwise when has I ever seen a boss so respectful?
"Take two people with you and go out with me later."
"Hui!" The minion immediately bent down and accepted the order. It seemed that he had come to do this job.
“Also,” Ota stopped the younger brother who was about to go out to invite people, “dress more formally , don’t go shirtless every day and look so shabby.
We are a legitimate company, not the Yakuza, you know?"
"Eh?" The younger brother below was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.
"Hai! Mr. President, the staff for the business will be in place immediately!"
Looking at the serious look of his men, Ota was stunned.
Forget it, he waved his hand irritably and said, "Go down."
A bunch of rough guys, they can't even pretend.
When the room became quiet, Ota looked around the office carefully, lost in thought.
The brown leather sofa, the exquisite tables and chairs, and the grand desk, all of these made Ota secretly sigh.
Times have really changed. I never thought that I, who haven't even graduated from high school, would one day become a company president.
Thinking about the predicament when I first came to Tokyo, and then comparing it with the current situation, being a retainer is indeed a science.
What is particularly important is to follow the right person. The original "Shirakawa-kun" has now grown to a height that is difficult to reach.
However, the more this happened, the more determined Ota became.
Ota knew very well whose help it was that enabled him to become the president of a trading company.
That’s right, today’s Ota is no longer the gangster hanging around the streets.
Relying on the garbage collection industry chain left by Shirakawa Kaede, Ota has officially developed this business.
As more and more people are involved, the areas involved are getting wider and wider.
So with the help of Shirakawa Kaede, a trading company called "Nibang" was established in the port area.
"Nibang" means thief or robber in slang.
Later, with the development of the times, it gradually evolved into a synonym for flea market for second-hand goods, second-hand goods, etc.
The reason for this meaning is that it evolved from the process of a thief stealing property and then handing it over to a peddler to set up a stall to sell the stolen goods.
Especially in the 1950s and 1960s, the economic situation in Neon was very bad.
In order to exchange for some food, many people took out things from their homes and placed them outside, praying to exchange them for some food.
Thus, clay stick markets came into being.
In a noisy alley, on the white roller shutter in front of a small shop, the black words "Nibang" are fond memories of many people.
When this word is mentioned now, it no longer just refers to the word thief, it is also the childhood memory of many people.
The reason why Ota chose this name is that it is down-to-earth.
At the same time, it also reminded him of his lawless and carefree days in the countryside of Aomori.
They steal incense money from temples, steal construction materials and sell them to small shops, then steal them out and sell them again, and so on.
However, today's "mud stick" trading company is very different from the traditional flea market.
From picking up in the beginning, to repairing, and now to selling, we provide a one-stop service.
In most residential streets in Tokyo's 23 wards, there is a small second-hand shop called "Nibang".
Although the shop is not big and is quite remote, it has everything from daily necessities to household appliances.
Of course, all this is inseparable from the help of Shirakawa Feng. The people from the comprehensive management department of Shirakawa Electric helped prepare the store opening procedures.
For the repair of old electrical appliances, every time we bring them back from the garbage dump, we take them directly to the Shirakawa Electric repair factory, where there are specialized people in charge.
Even the supply channels for other daily necessities were arranged by Baichuan Feng.
With the development in the past one or two years, the mud stick has begun to take shape.
However, because this line of work basically deals with the lowest level of society, Ota's men also include a large number of people who operate in the gray area.
They are not Yakuza, but sometimes they do things outside the law.
During the day he is a full-time employee of the clay stick company, but at night he may be a completely different person.
For example, now, Ota looked out the window at the bright neon lights, and most of the sky was shrouded in black.
"Boss, everyone is here." A report from his subordinates came from outside the door.
Ota opened the drawer under his desk, where there were several sealed secret volumes.
Picking up a cowhide bag marked with the word "Art", Ota put on his coat and walked into the long night with his companions.
…
In a black car on the street in Roppongi, Minato Ward.
Baichuan Feng looked at the information in his hand and the disgusting photos, and his eyes were almost blinded.
"That Kitagawa-san, is he playing so wildly?"
Ota, who was sitting next to him, also had a strange look on his face, “The people down there spent half a year squatting to take these photos.
At first, the target was only Kondo Masahiko, but because the other party often entered and exited a certain residence.
Later, we slowly dug deeper and finally uncovered the secret story of Mr. Kitagawa."
In fact, not only Kondo Masahiko, but many artists from Johnny's have appeared in that room.
However, because they were not the target, Ota only took some photos for and did not dig deeper into the rest.
Most of the information in Shirakawa Kaede's hands are photos of Kondo Masahiko and Kitagawa together.
Of course, these are private photos, and they are very eye-catching.
Not to mention Shirakawa Kaede, even Ota almost vomited out of disgust when he first saw the photo.
Although he has always been active at the bottom of society, he has never seen such a scene.
Those artists who are dressed in fancy clothes are actually like this in private.
To be honest, since then, Ota has no longer paid attention to the artists he once liked. His worldview has changed drastically.
"Sir, I heard that there is something else going on in Mr. Kitagawa's office. There may be even bigger secrets there.
However, since our people cannot enter, we do not know the specific content for the time being. Do we need to inquire further?"
"Forget it," Baichuan Feng shook his head, "this is enough."
You even took clear pictures of what brand of lubricant people use, what else are you looking for?
This is even more powerful than the paparazzi, but think about it.
Being able to follow an artist and film him for more than half a year and dig out all the information he can, even paparazzi are not so dedicated.
“Don’t disclose this information for now, save it for later use.
Moreover, he has some background in the US military, and his sister has an unclear relationship with the Emperor's classmate.
With such a background, it is difficult for ordinary negative information to cause him any serious harm.
Besides, there is no direct conflict of interest between us and the other party, so let's leave it at that for now."
"Yes!" Ota lowered his head and accepted the order.
Shirakawa Electric is currently in a silent period, which is a critical moment for its listing.
In order to avoid complications, Baichuan Feng wisely chose to remain in place.
At his level, every word and action can have immeasurable impact.
Therefore, every time Baichuan Feng makes a decision now, he is much more cautious than before.
"But don't move that Kitagawa-san for now, but you have to take care of this Kondo-san in front of you."
Shirakawa Kaede handed the photo of Kondo Masahiko in his hand to Ota next to him.
"Sir, to what extent should I take care of you?" Ota took the photo, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
"If he continues to be dishonest, we will take care of him until he loses interest."
Shirakawa Kaede's eyes swept out the window and saw the door of the Asahi TV building opposite. Matsuda Seiko, who had just come out, showed a surprised smile on her face when she saw the vehicles across the street.
Can't get aroused? Ota suddenly felt a chill in his crotch, a chill running from his coccyx straight to his crown.
"I understand." He gritted his teeth, and the coldness in Ota's eyes became more intense.
"Keep your hands clean and don't show up in person."
"Hayi"
Seeing that Baichuan Feng had no other instructions, Ota bowed his head, opened the car door and quietly left.
In the dark alley not far away, there was a faint shadow that seemed to be swaying.
The 1980s was also a wild era for Japan.
I don’t know how many concrete pillars have been added to Tokyo Bay.
Of course, Baichuan Feng would not do such things, he is not a Yakuza.
However, in the era without cameras, it was normal for artists to have accidents and suffer irreversible sequelae.
"Shirakawa-kun~" Along with the sound of the door opening, the sweet voice of Seiko Matsuda also came.
Bai Chuanfeng turned his gaze back and put on a smile again, "Did the recording of the program go smoothly?"
"Thanks to Shirakawa-kun, the new single is back on top again."
As soon as she got into the car, Seiko Matsuda leaned into Shirakawa Kaede's arms like a little bird, with an indescribably cute expression on her face.
You could tell from her appearance that she was in a good mood. Even in the dim car, Baichuan Feng could see her pair of small canine teeth sparkling.
Of course, Seiko Matsuda has reason to be happy because of the advertisement that Shirakawa Kaede made at the last briefing.
After four months, her singles from the first half of the year have returned to the top of the charts, which shows how effective it is.
The popularity he just received on TV is unmatched.
The program directors, planners, and even the senior executives of the TV station were all polite and respectful when they met her.
From a fledgling idol with no status to the one who is admired by everyone today.
Of course, Seiko Matsuda understood who caused all this, so she was very obedient in front of Shirakawa Kaede.
Just pose whatever you are told to pose.
And the look in the eyes of several female artists when they saw this Toyota Century just now, that naked jealousy made Seiko Matsuda feel extremely happy.
The envy, jealousy and hatred of her peers, especially female artists, are the best compliments to Seiko Matsuda.
How much money can an artist make in a year? For someone like Yamaguchi Momoe, 30 million yen a year is already a top star.
An ordinary artist can earn one-third of her income in a year, which is already an income that only popular artists can earn.
But the space Seiko Matsuda lives in is more than the income an ordinary artist would save for ten years without eating or drinking.
With such a comparison, how could she, who is a bit scheming, not know what to choose?
"Son, please tell me about the record company tonight."
"Eh?" Matsuda Seiko, who was lost in all kinds of fantasies, suddenly came to her senses, "Record agency?"
"Yeah," Baichuan Feng nodded, "Maybe it will be useful in the future."
Matsuda Seiko's big eyes flickered twice, and then she nodded happily, "Hayi, I know this best."
