Reborn Tokyo Golden Age

In a dimly lit room in the port area, Ota put down the phone in his hand, his eyes became thoughtful.

"Boss, who was it just now?" A subordinate in the room with a cropped cropped came up to him.

"Pa" Ota gave him a slap on the back of the head unceremoniously.

"Ouch~" Xiao Luo covered his head and looked at Ota very aggrieved, "Boss~"

"You shouldn't ask, don't ask."

Seeing Ota's warning eyes, Xiao Luo no longer dared to gossip about what happened just now.

It seems to be a certain big shot, otherwise when will I see the boss so respectful.

"Take two people and go out with me later."

"Hay!" The little guy immediately bent over to accept the order, it seemed that he was coming to live.

"Also" Ota stopped and wanted to go out to shake people's younger brother, "dress more formally, don't look so shabby with shirtless every day.

We are a serious company, not Yakuza, you know? "

"Eh?" The younger brother below was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized it.

"Hay! Mr. President, the staff will be in place immediately!"

Seeing the serious look of his subordinates, Ota was stunned.

Forget it, he waved his hand irritably, "Go down."

A group of big bosses, who can't even pretend to be like it.

When the room became clean, Ota carefully looked at the office, quietly lost in thought.

The brown leather sofa, the elegant table and chairs, and the elegant desk all made Ota secretly moved.

Time has really changed. I didn't expect that I, who didn't graduate from high school, would one day be the president of the company.

Thinking about the predicament when I first came to Tokyo, and comparing the current situation, it turns out that being a retainer is also a science.

It is especially important to follow the right person. The original "Bai Chuan-kun" has now grown to a height that is unattainable.

But the more so, Ota became more determined in his mind.

Now he can become the president of a trading company, Sang, thanks to whose help, Ota knows very well.

That's right, today's Ota is no longer a punk wandering the streets.

Relying on the garbage picking industry chain left by Bai Chuanfeng, Ota has officially developed this business.

With more and more people below, the area involved is getting wider and wider.

So with the help of Bai Chuanfeng, a trading company named "Mud Stick" was established in the port area.

"Mud stick" means thief and thief in slang.

Later, with the development of the times, it slowly evolved into the name of the flea market for antiques and second-hand goods.

The reason why it has this meaning is that it evolved from the process of stealing property from thieves and finally handing it over to shopkeepers to sell the stolen goods.

Especially in the 1950s and 1960s, when the economic situation of neon was very bad.

In exchange for some rations, many people took out their household items and placed them outside, praying for some food.

So one by one mud stick market came into being.

In the noisy alley, on the white roller shutter in front of a small shop, the black word "mud stick" is fondly remembered by many people.

Now that the word is mentioned again, it does not only refer to the word thief, it is also a childhood memory of many people.

The reason why Ota chose this name is one thing.

At the same time, it also reminded him of his lawless and carefree days in the countryside of Aomori.

Stealing sesame oil money from temples, stealing construction materials and selling them to small shops, then stealing them and selling them, etc.

But today's "Mud Stick" trading club is quite different from the traditional flea market.

From the initial collection, to the later repair, to the current sale, all in one package.

In the 23rd district of Tokyo, most of the residential streets in the area will have a small second-hand shop called "Mud Stick".

Although the small shop is not big, it is also relatively remote. But everything from daily necessities to household appliances.

Of course, all of this is inseparable from the help of Bai Chuanfeng. The store opening procedures are prepared by the people from the General Management Department of Bai Chuan Electric.

For the maintenance of old electrical appliances, every time they come back from the garbage dump, they are directly taken to the maintenance factory of Baichuan Electric Appliances, where there are special people in charge.

Even the supply channels for other daily necessities were handled with the help of Bai Chuanfeng.

With the development of rooting in the past two years, the mud stick has begun to take shape.

However, because this line of work basically deals with the bottom of the society, Ota's subordinates also gathered a large number of people who wandered in the gray area.

They are not yakuza, but they sometimes do things outside the law.

During the day, he is an official employee of the Mud Stick Club, but at night it may be a different scene.

Just like now, Ota glanced at the bright neon lights outside the window, and most of the sky was shrouded in black.

"Boss, everyone is here." There was an announcement from the subordinates outside the door.

Ota opened the drawer under the desk, where there were several sealed and secret volumes.

Picking up a cowhide bag marked with the word "Art", Ota put on his coat and led the people into the long night.

…

Roppongi, Minato-ku, inside a black car on the side of the street.

Bai Chuanfeng looked at the materials in his hand and the unsightly photos, his eyes were almost blinded.

"That Kitagawa-san, is he so flamboyant?"

Ota, who was sitting next to him, also had a weird face, "The people below squatted for half a year before they took these photos.

At first, the target was only on Masahiko Kondo, but because the other party often went in and out of a certain residence.

Later, digging slowly, finally led to the secret of Kitagawa-san. "

In fact, not only Masahiko Kondo, but also many Johnny's artists have appeared in that room.

It's just that because the target is not them, Ota just took a few photos for reference, and didn't dig deeper into the others.

Most of the information in Bai Chuanfeng's hands is about photos of Masahiko Kondo and Kitagawa together.

Of course, these are private photos, and they are very eye-catching.

Not to mention Bai Chuanfeng, even Ota almost vomited out of nausea after seeing the photos at first.

Although he has been active at the bottom of society, he has never seen such a scene.

Those well-dressed entertainers turned out to be this kind of virtue in private.

To be honest, since then, Ota has stopped paying attention to the artists he once liked, and his three views have undergone earth-shaking changes.

"My lord, it is said that there is another mystery in Kitagawa-san's office, and there may be more mystery there.

But because our people can't get in, we don't know the specific content for the time being, do we need to inquire further? "

"Forget it." Bai Chuanfeng shook his head, "This is enough."

You even took a picture of what brand of lubricating oil people use, so what else is there to dig?

This is simply more powerful than paparazzi, but think about it.

Being able to follow an artist for more than half a year and dig out all the material, the paparazzi are not so dedicated.

"These information should not be disclosed for the time being, and will be used later.

Moreover, he has some background in the US military, and his sister is still unclear with the emperor's classmates.

With such a background, it is difficult for ordinary black material to hurt him.

And the other party has no direct conflict of interest with us for the time being, so let's leave it at that. "

"Hay!" Ota bowed his head and accepted the order.

Now Baichuan Electric is in a quiet period, which is a critical moment for listing.

In order to avoid complications, Bai Chuanfeng rationally chose to stand still.

At his level, every word and deed will have an immeasurable impact.

Therefore, every time Bai Chuanfeng makes a decision, he is much more cautious than before.

"However, that Kitagawa-san will not move for the time being, but the Kondo-san in front of me needs to be taken care of."

Bai Chuanfeng handed the photo of Masahiko Kondo in his hand to Ota next to him.

"My lord, how much should I take care of?" Ota accepted the photo with a look of coldness in his eyes.

"If he is dishonest again, then take care of him not being in a good mood."

Bai Chuanfeng's gaze flicked out of the window. At the gate of the Asahi TV building opposite, Matsuda Seiko who had just come out had a pleasant smile on his face when he saw the vehicle across the road.

Can't get up sexy? Ota suddenly felt a cold in his crotch, and a cold air went straight from the tailbone to Tianling Gai.

"Understood," gritted his teeth, and the coldness in Ota's eyes became more intense.

"Keep your hands and feet clean, and don't come out in person."

"Hay"

Seeing that Bai Chuanfeng had no other orders, Ota bowed his head and saluted, then opened the car door and left here quietly.

At the entrance of the dark alley not far away, shadows seemed to be moving there.

The 1980s was also a reckless era for neon.

The concrete pillars in Tokyo Bay have not been added much.

Of course, Bai Chuanfeng is not capable of doing these things, and he is not the ultimate.

However, in the age without cameras, some accidents happened to artists. It is also normal to cause irreversible sequelae.

"Shirakawa-kun~" Along with the door opening, Seiko Matsuda's sweet voice also came.

Bai Chuanfeng turned his eyes and put on a smiling face again, "Is the recording of the program going well?"

"Thanks to Shirakawa-kun, the new single has returned to the top of the list."

Seiko Matsuda, who had just gotten into the car, leaned into Bai Chuanfeng's arms like a bird, with an indescribably cute expression on her face.

Just by looking at her, she could tell that she was in a good mood. Bai Chuanfeng could see the pair of small canine teeth shining brightly in the dimly lit car.

Of course Seiko Matsuda had reason to be happy, because of Bai Chuanfeng's advertisement at the briefing last time.

After four months, her singles in the first half of the year were able to return to the top of the charts, which shows the obvious effect.

The popularity she just received in the TV station is unmatched by anyone.

Program directors, planners, and even high-level executives of the TV station, whoever met her were polite and respectful.

From a fledgling idol with no status, to the present where everyone flatters.

Of course Matsuda Seiko knew who brought all this, so she was very obedient in front of Bai Chuanfeng.

You can pose as you want.

Also, the naked jealousy in the eyes of several female artists when they saw this Toyota Century made Seiko Matsuda feel very good.

The envy and hatred of colleagues, especially female artists, is the best compliment to Seiko Matsuda.

How much money can an artist make a year, like Momoe Yamaguchi, 30 million yen a year is already top-notch.

Ordinary artists can earn one-third of hers a year, which is already considered the income of popular artists.

But the place where Matsuda Seiko lives is more than the income that ordinary artists can save for ten years without eating or drinking.

With such a comparison, how could she, who is a little cautious, know how to choose?

"Son, tell me about the record company tonight."

"Eh?" Matsuda Seiko, who was falling into various fantasies, came back to his senses in an instant, "Record office?"

"En." Bai Chuanfeng nodded, "Maybe it will be used in the future."

Seiko Matsuda's big eyes flickered twice, then nodded happily, "Hay, I know this best."