The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

Yu Xianzhi sighed inwardly and started looking at the menu.

The eldest girl's mind is not bad, that is, the old lady's problems will not be corrected for a while, and she has to suffer for face, and a meal here is almost worth her more than a month's salary.

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

In fact, eating itself is not important, it is who you eat with who is the most important. As long as it is Xuezi, even if two people sit in the car with rice balls, he will feel happy, but unfortunately Xuezi still can't understand this truth.

Yu Xian Zhisheng ordered a few random items, and then returned the menu to Yukiko.

Yukiko was very dissatisfied, and added a set of puffer fish sashimi before reluctantly returning the menu to the waiter in Western-style dress.

It will take a while for the food to be served.

Xuezi enjoyed this little meeting very much. I don't know when it started, she felt that Yu Xianzhi was a little far away from her, not the distance in life, but the separation in the state of the soul.

He sang so well, and his figure skating rating was very high. She felt that her family status had become lower, and inviting him to eat such expensive food would make her feel a little dark, thinking that she could still control him, although She knew that this idea was naive, but it was indeed something she could do.

"I'm going out to buy some drinks." Yu Xianzhi picked up his schoolbag and got up.

"It's better to order it on the menu." Xuezi said.

"There's no wave soda on the menu." Yu Xianzhi gave her a smile.

His face was soft in the sun, and his smile was so beautiful. The expensive decoration of the store instantly became his foil, even though his school uniform was out of tune with the environment.

Such a young man, like a noble young master, carrying a small torn schoolbag that was repaired and filled with a small fishing rod that he had used since childhood. He was not excited about those expensive sashimi, but he was thinking about a sip of soda, and it was impossible to say it. imagine.

"Come back soon."

For some reason, Yukiko was a little lost.

She turned her head and stared out the window until Yu Xian Zhisheng took the elevator and walked out of the store. His figure jumped into the crowd, as if he was no different from the people walking on the street.

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

Sitting next door were a few noble gentlemen who were dining. Seeing her alone, they chatted with each other in a low voice, then laughed maliciously, and bet that whoever could come to her phone number, the meal would be left to the rest. Several people paid for it.

One of the young boys in a shirt gathered up his courage, picked the red roses on the table and walked over, first saying that the weather was good, and then asking for her contact information.

Miyamoto Yukiko simply rejected him.

But this noble son is obviously on the top, a little bit reluctant.

The boy was next to her just now, and he hoped that the guy could leave early, otherwise he would be embarrassed to come up and talk.

Now this is a great opportunity, and I always feel that if it is missed, it will be gone.

And the gang found it challenging, especially with the woman with the baby.

What they like most is this kind of woman. The more punctual it is, the more difficult it will be, but the more difficult it will be, the more exciting it will be. Being able to conquer her heart with money also means that you have a higher ability to play with women.

What's more, everyone in this circle is well aware that it is nothing more than playing with each other and then separating, without affecting their respective families.

This gentleman thinks that he looks good and belongs to the type of **** that women like most nowadays, so he maintains the gesture of handing roses and politely: "Let's leave a phone call with each other, maybe we can help you in the future. "

Yukiko thought of something and stretched out her arm with a smile.

On the arm is the pattern that Yu Xian Zhisheng gave her - 'Yu Xian Zhisheng の Yukiko'.

The smile on the young gentleman's face instantly collapsed, he threw the rose into the trash can, and then walked back to his seat, not knowing what to say to his companions, the group of young gentlemen laughed, shook their heads and continued their meal.

Yukiko covered her ears impatiently.

After a while, she lay on the table, buried her head in her arms, didn't want to think about anything, didn't want to do anything, just waited for the time to pass, it seemed that he came back after looking up, and sat obediently by himself. opposite.

......

Yu Xianzhisheng bought a bottle of bozi soda at the convenience store and threw it into his schoolbag, then ran to the self-service copyright machine by the street.

Japan may not be able to do anything else, but it does not allow an inch of copyright. Strict legal treaties and the improvement of all citizens' awareness have made Japan's genuine copy rate reach 98% worldwide.

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

Copyright applications are also well established.

In addition to mailboxes, there are self-service copyright machines that can be seen everywhere on the street, and you only need to put the magnetic card in it.

"Original Landscape of Hometown", "Song of Raindrops" and "Red Pepper".

Yu Xianzhisheng recorded the three pre-recorded samples into the brand copyright card of [Candy Samurai].

Then, in his own name, he authorized the company that Rie Shirazawa had set up yesterday.

Then, the pseudonym of [Shishen] was also entered into the company.

In addition to the identity of the writer, [Shishen] has another small identity: the lyricist of the candy company. In this way, if someone asks, the source of the lyrics of "Red Pepper" can be traced.

Then change the card.

Insert the [Shishen] pen name card into the machine.

He printed out two copyright strips for The Great Gatsby.

One was posted on a file bag containing Japanese manuscripts, and the other was posted on the English script of The Great Gatsby.

These things can only be done secretly.

I just told Xuezi that my English level is not good. If I took out this pile of English manuscripts in front of her, and the vocabulary was so complicated that she could not understand it at her level, then I would definitely not be able to explain it.

Paste the copyright notice, send one to the Tokyo Cultural Council, and the other to the Hollywood studio branch in Tokyo, and then use a mobile phone to take photos for proof.

Yu Xian Zhisheng put the two document bags into the mailbox, and he let out a sigh of relief.

He walked back with soda and sent a text message to Bai Ze Rie: "The money in the company account is ready to use."

There is still 4.7 million yen in the company account, which is the aid money from the wives who Zeye and Shu called. This money is quite dirty, but right now he has nothing, no need to do it.

In fact, I was very resistant at first, but after thinking about it, the money made by selling male **** is also money, so I feel much safer after thinking about it. I just hope I don't go further and further down this road.

Bai Ze Rie quickly replied to the message: "How to use it?"

"Take 30,000 yen as a commission from the clothing store to Miyamoto Yukiko. She is very coaxing. She said that this month's clothing is selling well. She is this month's model clerk. The reason is that you can polish it yourself."

"In addition, the work arrangement for her is a little more tiring. The more she works, the more she pays, so as not to arouse suspicion."

Yu Xian Zhisheng smiled.

In this way, Yukiko would be too tired to go to a convenience store to work nights, and would give up driving for two hours just to come to the figure skating resort to see herself.

This big girl has been taken care of very well before, and she has never experienced the hardships of life, so she can't think about the future when she thinks about it.

In fact, I do not dislike being famous to make money.

It's just that I hate being famous, being controlled by a consortium like a puppet, doing things I don't like doing, and losing my personal freedom. There are also the most critical copyright issues.

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

The Candy Samurai Company was established for this very purpose.

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

Xuezi was a little anxious for herself.

If you join the copyright of class S by yourself, there will be no drama at all.

If you sing a song and get a song taken away, if you take a song, it can be freely given to more suitable students by Dongda Art, but they can’t get anything, at most they will say to themselves: “Ah, what a genius boy Yeah, keep trying."

What? To share a fee?

Oops, you are a part of Dongda Art. This is a big family. If you work hard for your family, don’t talk about dirty things like money. Well, keep working hard and give you more performance opportunities later.

It's exactly the same as the boss telling his employees about the ideal painting.

He is not a child of a rich family, and he has no prominent family background behind him, so he cannot be as simple as Hitomi Kuroki and the others.

It's not that you don't want to learn about figure skating, but if you train all day, you won't have time to do the behind-the-scenes layout. There's only so much time in a day, and it's not enough to break it up.

The naive Yukiko doesn't know anything, so I can forgive him.

But he couldn't mess around with her.

If you quarrel with me, you will quarrel with me, and I will coax you, this big baby, and I will coax you.

But the mud Bodhisattva still has three points of anger.

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

Lest she underestimate this cruel society.

There is no need to work at night in convenience stores, after all, safety is the first priority.

"I understand, boss." Bai Ze Rie replied.