man in tokyo, professional boyfriend

Chapter 434 [433] School Start

"Xiaozhu Xiangyuan, arrive at the station. Xiaozhu Xiangyuan, arrive at the station."

She was holding the mobile phone in a daze, and when she heard the notification sound above her head, Aiba Chiho suddenly came back to her senses, rushed from her seat into the crowded crowd, like being caught in a can of sardines , squeezed out with difficulty.

Hurrying quickly, I finally wobbled onto the ground of the platform a second before the subway doors closed.

The little composer was so frightened that he patted his chest lightly.

After taking a short breath, Chiho Aiba finally pulled herself together, raised her head and walked towards the outside of the subway station.

Today is the first day of school in Tokyo.

Naturally, Chiho Aiba, who was in her second year at Dongyi University, was the same.

However, for the invitation this morning, she specially asked her classmates to ask for sick leave for her.

'Cheer up! '

The girl secretly encouraged herself, and strode out of the gate of the subway station.

Going west along Kotake Muyohara Station, I entered an old-fashioned commercial street area. I searched all the way according to the address on the business card. Finally, Aiba Chiho found the corresponding name on the business card under a ten-story office building. Chuan Artists Office'.

Standing at the door of the office building, Aiba Chiho looked at the billboard outside the wall with vaguely wandering eyes, and the experience of repeated defeats in the previous period always came to mind inadvertently.

But with her little feet stomping on the ground, she still mustered up her courage, took stiff steps, and walked all the way into the elevator door.

Because today is a working day, and the invitation time is in the daytime, Chiho didn't tell Sister Ai what happened today - Sister Ai has been at her office for a long time in order to help her get a contract. It was a fake, and because of her, nothing was done.

In Aiba Chiho's heart, she has always felt a little guilty towards Sister Ai.

Therefore, no matter whether today's contract can be signed or not, she plans to take a look first.

As soon as he entered the door, he handed over his business card to the young lady at the front desk, and Chiho held up his mobile phone as usual.

[Hello, my name is Chiho Aiba. 】

[I have contacted Mr. Ogasawara of your company. It is in the direction of music cooperation. 】

Because it was the first time to face an invitation alone, Ms. Chiho, who was holding the phone screen, looked vaguely uneasy, with her head slightly tilted, instinctively looking at the face of the young lady at the front desk.

Seeing this unique 'speaking style', the front desk lady was a little dazed at first, and she didn't react until she finished reading the handwriting on the screen, and greeted her with a smile:
"You are looking for Mr. Yasuhei Ogasawara, right? Please sit here first."

Because of the rise of various non-mainstream cultures during the Heisei period, coupled with the low education characteristics of the artist group, the other party obviously didn't mind this little "characteristic" of Aiba Chiho, and soon entered the corridor.

Seeing the front desk staff walking all the way in, Aiba Chiho was slightly relieved.

Before she could finish typing, the business-skilled Ai Jie rushed forward like a female animal protecting her cubs, and started the sharp business negotiation process.

Now it's her turn to face these company's business personnel by herself, and Ms. Chiho feels a little stressed.

Only when you do it yourself, you will discover how important those "insignificant" and "handy" little things have in the eyes of others.

Fortunately, this time, after a short while, the front desk lady led a tall, thin, bald middle-aged man with glasses out of the office.

"We meet again, Miss Aiba!"

Before anyone arrives, the sound arrives first.

Before that Mr. Ogasawara arrived, he had already greeted him cheerfully.

Miss Chiho, who had just sat down for less than 2 minutes, suddenly stood up again, bowed and nodded to him rather cautiously, and raised her phone casually.

【Good morning, Mr. Ogasawara. 】

"You are still so polite. This time, is it because of the thing we talked about online?"

Yasuhei Ogasawara, who is a professional manager, smiled kindly, and didn't mind that Chiho Aiba used typing to communicate.

When contacting the other party online, Ogasawara Yasuhei had already learned about the other party's situation.

Fame at a young age, rich experience in music awards as early as in middle school, further study in composition major at Dongyi University, and being good at more than six kinds of modern musical instruments, all these things have built a strong foundation for this talented lady of the Aiba family. An unbreakable golden body.

Although it is not clear why the other party has gradually become unknown after his family has fallen, this does not prevent Ogasawara Yasuhei from absorbing the other party and laying a solid foundation for the firm's Tokyo business development.

【Yes. 】

Aiba Chiho was also quite nervous typing quickly on the mobile phone, recalling in her heart the precautions that Sister Ai had told her before:
[I don't know what's going on with your thoughts here? 】

After sending out this news, Aiba Chiho's little heart instinctively lifted up.

Ogasawara Yasuhei showed a shrewd and friendly smile, and discussed gently: "I mentioned it to you on the Internet before. Our company has not yet expanded its business from Aomori Prefecture to Tokyo, and we urgently need works of sufficient weight for We're bottoming out."

"The reason why I talked to you about the work "The Lost Warmth" is for this purpose."

"But like I said, because the business development time is short, we can't afford a high price for the time being."

"Therefore, in the first phase of business cooperation, we intend to acquire only your Blu-ray sales rights and song distribution rights on several major platforms, if only these are the only items. Miss Aiba, what is the price in your mind? ?”

Talking about the main business, Ogasawara Yasuhei's gentle demeanor was faintly solemn, and he briefly summarized their business intentions in words.

On the contrary, Chiho Aiba was a little dazed when she heard this, and because she didn't have Ai Takitani by her side, she couldn't help showing a little timidity.

But after weak hesitation, Aiba Chiho suddenly reacted and raised her phone in astonishment.

【Mr. Ogasawara, do you agree to buy my song? ! 】

Yasuhei Ogasawara, who is a professional manager, was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Chiho Aiba who was young and obviously still in college, and suddenly realized in his heart, and asked cautiously:
"Miss Aiba, "Lost Warmth". Is that the first song you sold?"

My heart faintly came alive.

【Yes! 】

After realizing that Mr. Ogasawara in front of him really had the intention of buying, Aiba Chiho couldn't help holding the phone, and nodded vigorously in surprise.

[I asked several studios before, but they were all rejected. 】

"how come?"

Seeing this news, Anping Ogasawara's expression was a little stunned, but he couldn't help but smile in his heart.

Sure enough, as analyzed by the company's decision-makers, there are still a lot of talents in an international metropolis like Tokyo, but the promotion, exposure, and traffic channels are all monopolized by these combined Kanto chaebols.

It has only been half a year since they moved here, and they actually dug up a treasure mine that was delivered to others and no one wanted it. No wonder the new songs these years have been getting worse and worse.

As one of the first batch of professional brokers from Aomori to enter the Kanto market for development, Ogasawara Yasuhei knew this point of the entertainment industry very well.

Thinking of the traffic record set by "Dissipating Warmth" on the N station, Ogasawara Yasuhei spent a lot of effort to suppress the corners of his mouth that were constantly raised, and he thought to himself:
"Well, there won't be any trouble, will it?"

Noticing the other party's suddenly hesitant expression, Aiba Chiho's heart skipped a beat, realizing that she had accidentally confessed.

But after thinking about it carefully, and recalling the artist agencies she met before, Chiho Aiba still took a deep breath and wrote sincerely:

[Sorry, because of my relationship, these troubles have been caused. 】

[However, I really hope that more people can hear the song "Dissipating Warmth", and I really need the firm's help. 】

[If you can buy it, I can lower the price even lower. 】

[I just hope that this song can appear in everyone's eyes. 】

【please. 】

Because she was talking about a serious matter, Chiho didn't use her favorite emoticons and kaomoji, and her small face was tense, and she looked nervously at Mr. Ogasawara in front of her.

After what happened before, no matter how dull she was, Chiho knew that she was definitely being targeted.

Therefore, telling these things honestly is the attitude of doing business seriously.

Facing the only firm that was willing to open its door to him, Aiba Chiho felt that she should not lie to them.

'If Sister Ai was here, would she be knocked on the head again? '

'But what if it's Iori-kun? '

For some reason, Chiho's thoughts subconsciously spread out, muttering secretly.

Contrary to Chiho's pure thoughts, although Ogasawara Yasuhei still had a tense and serious attitude on the surface, he was about to cry out from laughter in his heart.

'Don't be an idiot, can you? '

In a highly competitive industry like the entertainment industry, targeting and being targeted is nothing more than a normal thing, and his attitude just now is nothing more than the simplest words.

In fact, apart from the taboos of the top few big groups, who can be afraid of who among other studios?
Everyone was going to grab each other's food!
In the end, the child was fine, and after a little pressure, he handed over his foundation.

There was a little silence between the two.

Yasuhei Ogasawara still looked like he was in deep thought.

The big hands of capital will never let go of any soft persimmon, especially a fledgling, tender and silly soft persimmon like Chiho Aiba.

"If we are going to face such troubles, we may have to think about it." Ogasawara Yasuhei frowned, with a look of 'I really want to help you, but I also have difficulties', "Of course, if Aiba Miss, if you can make concessions on the cooperation period."

【Feel sorry. 】

[The number of years cannot be refunded. 】

Seeing the line of writing that appeared on the phone, Ogasawara Yasuhei was taken aback, he didn't expect Chiho's reaction to be so decisive.

Aiba Chiho was thinking clearly.

The cooperation outline she sent to Mr. Ogasawara before was written by Sister Ai, and every point was very clear.

And during the previous negotiations, Sister Ai told her emphatically that if someone asked her to make a concession on the number of years, they would directly refuse.

Because no matter how dire the situation is, they actually still have one last move to take—that is, to go back to Nagasawa's office and sign the 'deed of sale'.

If there is a further step back from the previous broad contract, then it's better to let her go back and sign the contract of sale directly!
Aiba Chiho has always been very stubborn in terms of the principles of determination.

Seeing this, Yasuhiro Ogasawara had no choice but to give up.

After another round of negotiations on the price of several other distribution rights, the two parties finally finalized a rough contract, and will wait until the next time to sign a formal contract under the supervision of a lawyer.

When she walked out of the office building, Chiho Aiba, who was holding a contract in her hand, looked in a daze.

Like a person who has been trapped in a dark house for a long time, he finally sees the light.

It was also like stepping on the ground steadily when he was about to make a mistake on the edge of a cliff.

There is a subtle sense of fantasy.

'Should.No.' '

'It will definitely get better! '

The first class after a holiday is always boring.

Sitting in the big classroom, Shiina Iori leaned on her chin with one hand, sitting in the first row, listening to the speech of the "alumnus" who is said to have graduated from Toyo University more than 30 years ago and has become a county councilor in Iwate. He yawned a little bored.

It seems that no matter whether it is this life or the previous life, the school has a practice of using this kind of forum that is more boring than class to "refresh" students in the first class after the holiday.

It seems that if it is not like this, it will not reflect the glory of the school and the majesty of the teachers.

After staying up for more than half an hour, the program on the podium finally returned to the classroom teaching of the professors.

After a year and a half of pre-professional study, the third course of East University finally began to touch the formal 'medical professional field'.

However, because of the most basic part of the courses, Shiina Iori has already completed the self-study process.

Judging from his current skills that can be pushed to [Medical Skills: 35 (occupation)] based on theoretical foundations, what he currently lacks most should be practice and observation of the experience process.

However, even if it is the third department of science in the Affiliated Hospital of Dongda Medical University, it is impossible for students who have just started to get in touch with professional knowledge to go to the hospital and lay down the basics for two years.

Therefore, after listening to the one-hour professional overview explanation, Shiina Iori, who used to concentrate in class and pay attention to taking notes, pre-class preview, and after-class review every day, gradually degenerated to the point of wanting to sleep in class.

'Should I sit back in the future? '

Shiina Iori thought to herself, and subconsciously glanced towards the back of the large classroom where Kazuya Matsushita and the others often hid.

However, it was this simple glance that made his eyes freeze.

I saw that in the last row of the big classroom, the area where the four idiots of the Eastern University used to avoid the professor's eyes and do evil, was already empty at this time.

In the center of a large row of neat seats stood an independent table and chair that was obviously newly moved from nowhere, the paint surface was painted white and clean, without a trace of stains.

What was even more shocking was that Yuki Terashima, who was a year older than them and was also in the third science department, was sitting upright on a chair and looking in his direction.

For some reason, Shiina Iori was like a mouse being targeted by a cat, her back straightened subconsciously.

But Xing didn't seem to have the intention of chasing his classroom discipline, and tapped the phone on the table with his fingertips.

Following her movements, Shiina Iori subconsciously glanced at the screen of her mobile phone.

[Lucky: Come to help after class. 】

　Broken bowl~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)