Chapter 133 The Real Clown?

"He came to headquarters without saying a word? What's his intention?"

In the large office, Okita Yoriichi ended the phone call and stared at the file on the young man named Sei Junichi, completely baffled.

Kamishiro Entertainment Co., Ltd. was founded by Yoriichi Okita and is a diversified listed group involved in film, print, animation, record production, artist management and more. Although it has only been around for less than eight years, it has already grown to a considerable size, with a total of two to three hundred artists of all sizes. Among them, it has created a top-tier hit artist, Fukuzawa Yukichi, who has been continuously supplying the company with talent.

Although it is not considered a top entertainment company in Tokyo, it has been successfully listed for three years and its control has not been diluted by the conglomerate.

Even though he was the founder, he still distributed a lot of original shares to the core group of people who worked in the early stages of the business in order to stabilize them. Now, he owns less than 30% of the shares.

Despite appearing to be the largest shareholder, the company does not actually hold complete control.

At this time, a guy who suddenly appeared with 10% of the shares couldn't help but pay attention to him.

I wonder which old guy is pulling these dirty tricks behind my back.

Fortunately, after repeated investigations, it was found that this guy had only acquired some ordinary retail shares. Although the shareholding ratio was somewhat alarming, it would not harm his personal interests for the time being.

Now, the most important thing is to get some information out of this guy. If we can confirm that he doesn't have any vested interests with those dishonest guys, then this is the kind of person we should win over the most.

"Forget it, there's no point in thinking too much. Let's go and meet them first!"

Yoriichi Okita was not the kind of person to hesitate. Once he made up his mind, he pressed the landline: "Eiko, postpone all the meetings this morning. If you don't have time this afternoon, then tomorrow."

"Okay, President!" The voice on the phone was sweet and soft, even with a hint of ambiguity: "President, my Yoshikawa is away on a business trip today~"

Okita Yoriichi's breath hitched, but remembering that there were still important matters to attend to, he suppressed his burgeoning vitality and said in a low voice, "Yes, I understand."

...

Inside Studio 7, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Some people have even started whispering about it.

"Hey, he seemed to have mentioned Chairman Okita just now."

"Tsk tsk tsk, really? That handsome guy looks so young, he doesn't seem to have any connection with any big shot!"

"Idiot, staying here at a time like this is no joke. Just wait and see!"

"..."

Hearing the whispers behind her, Mamiya Yumi's face was very ugly, but even more so, she was panicked.

She never expected that a part-time student who was so timid and subservient in front of her would actually know a big shot who could speak directly with the head of the headquarters. It was such a blunder.

She originally just wanted to please Mr. Bentang, but a local official is more powerful than a distant one. If she offended her superior, she would be in deep trouble.

Those who can build a large and successful entertainment company in Tokyo are all people who have connections in both the legal and illegal worlds. This time, they really tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead.

"Chairman Okita? That's just bluffing. Do you really think I haven't done any investigation?"

Hondo Isao, however, didn't care at all, and had a mocking look on his face, as if he had Sei Junichi completely under his control.

"Mr. Sir?"

Yumi Mamiya, being a seasoned and top-notch agent, sensed something was amiss.

Hondou Isao sneered confidently, "This guy is just an ordinary, poor student who barely survives on his father's funeral expenses. He's just lucky to know a few people."

As Hondo Isao spoke, his gaze was fixed intently on Sei Junichi, as if hoping to glean something from the other's face.

To his disappointment, the guy's expression didn't change at all, and even his eyes were like a stagnant pool, much calmer than he had imagined.

They are indeed shrewd, but if you think the Busujima family can extend their reach into Tokyo, you are sorely mistaken.

That bet wasn't just a ticket for the other party to enter Tokyo!

Hondo Isao sneered repeatedly. Today, he was determined to show this clown what would happen if he tried to steal his woman.

Seeing Hondo Isao so calm and composed, Mamiya Yumi was largely convinced.

Indeed, Mr. Bentang is a distinguished guest whom even the chairman specifically requests to be treated well. If what the other party said is true, what is there for an ordinary college student to be afraid of?

I'm really getting worse as I get older; I almost got tricked by a young punk!

"Sei-kun!" Ogasawara Kaori tightened her grip on Sei Junichi's arm, her palms already sweating.

Hondo Isao's words were like a wake-up call for Ogasawara Kaori. The information the other party had investigated was almost identical to the intelligence she had obtained. Even now, Ogasawara Kaori still couldn't understand how the other party, with his family background, could have obtained this R8, and his acquaintance with that Ms. Busujima seemed unbelievable.

But if everything is really as Hondo Isao said, then their fate will definitely not be any better.

They may not even be able to find a job easily in the future.

As time went by, everyone's gazes shifted repeatedly, and even the mysterious light that had initially enveloped Junichi seemed to dim.

"It seems that Se-kun isn't that important to Chairman Okita. Or did you dial the wrong number?"

In the blink of an eye, almost twenty minutes had passed, which made Hondo Isao, who was convinced that Sei Junichi was bluffing, grin from ear to ear: "I just saw Chairman Okita half an hour ago. How about I make another call for you?"

Hondo Isao's words were tantamount to killing someone's spirit. While seemingly making excuses for Sei Junichi, they were actually mocking the authenticity of Sei Junichi's phone call.

Junichi glanced at the other person indifferently, but didn't say anything, seemingly too lazy to pay attention to them.

"you!"

Hondo Isao was so angry that his head felt like it was about to explode when he saw the other party putting on such a show even when he was about to die.

"What are you all doing blocking the doorway? Don't you have any work to do?"

Just then, a deep voice suddenly rang out from outside the door.

"President...President!"

With a few exclamations, the people gathered outside the studio scattered in disarray.

Meanwhile, Mamiya Yumi, who had just gained some confidence because of Hondo Isao, couldn't help but start wiping away sweat.

Damn it, they actually came!

Wasn't he just an ordinary college student with no connections? How could they possibly get the student council president to come to his aid?

If it weren't for Hondou Isao, whom the student council president considers a distinguished guest, Mamiya Yumi would probably have already gone weak in the knees.

Click!

The door was finally opened.

"Eh? Mr. Hondo, didn't you already leave?"

As soon as he entered, he saw Hondo Isao directly opposite him and looked puzzled.

When Hondo Isao saw that he was the first person the other party greeted, his expression immediately became radiant. He glanced at Sei Junichi and said indifferently, "Oh, I just happened to run into an ungrateful fellow. But he said he seems to know you, Chairman Okita. I wonder if that's true."