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Oda Shingo rejected Hyakki Hayato's enthusiastic handshake in public, and even said words that were unfamiliar to each other.

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Hyakki Hayato's warm smile froze on his face.

"What...are you doing..." Hyakki Hayato whispered.

"Huh? Did you misunderstand something? Do you think that I betrayed the web department that selected and trained me and joined the famous publication department?"

Hyakki Hayato's face darkened: "Oda Shingo, what do you mean? You expressed your allegiance to me on the phone before..."

"Loyalty? A joke! This word doesn't suit me!" Oda Shingo waved his hand to Todo Kojo and continued, "On the phone, I never said any words of position, but only after the vacation. Come to visit! After all... we have a bet!"

Todo Xiangcheng stepped forward, placed the box he was carrying on the ground, opened it and turned it a few times.

It’s actually a portable shoe shine device! It's the kind of shoemaker who shines people's shoes on the roadside. It's a portable case that you can carry with you.

On one side is a high seat with a backrest for guests to sit on, and on the other side is a low chair where the shoemaker can sit and polish his shoes. There is also a small cabinet with shoe brushes, cleaning cloths and shoe polish. tool!

hiss--

The two dozen editors present were all dumbfounded.

Everyone in the whole building knew that Oda Shingo made a bet with Hyakki Junto at the meeting to get the top three in the "Jump" quarterly popularity vote.

Yes, it was a bet, and the loser would polish the other's shoes, but asking the other party so openly...

Isn't it too disrespectful of Oda Shingo? Is this too harsh a move? Isn't that leaving no way out?

"Oda Shingo, you, you..." Hyakki Hayato said after a long time, "You don't think about your future!"

"Obviously you are trying to kill my future!" Oda Shingo shouted back with his eyes widened, scaring Hyakki Hayato to take a step back.

This is only the beginning, Oda Shingo begins to experience hundreds of Oni Hayato's mistakes.

"That day, when I stepped into the building as a young cartoonist, I was made things difficult by you, the head of the magazine!"

"Conference room, I'm sitting there waiting for the meeting, you want to kick me out!"

"At the meeting, the quality of a young cartoonist's work and personal development were ignored, just for the sake of the conflict of interest between the magazine department and the web department!"

"On the Internet, you bribed comic reviewers to give my work low scores!"

"I spent money to find dozens of big Vs to spread rumors about me, fabricating the music to plagiarize a deceased person's works!"

"Give me 85 pages. Do you want to give me resources? Do you want to see me so tired that I vomit blood and collapse and fail to deliver the manuscript?"

Oda Shingo's words were like a barrage of cannons, which made Hyakki Hayato's face turn black and he retreated step by step.

"Oda Shingo, don't be too strict..."

"Too awesome? It's ridiculous. If I say this to you when I fail, will you let me go?!" Oda Shingo raised his chin, "And I'm not fulfilling this bet just for myself."

He leaned down and gently picked up a comic manuscript scattered on the ground.

"I don't know, which new cartoonist's manuscript is this, and you threw it on the ground like this?"

"No, he was stepped on by your Hyakki Hayato, right?!"

Oda Shingo carefully picked up the manuscript from the ground.

This one, that one, many comic manuscripts were picked up.

Todo Kouchi and Namikaze Yukaku didn't need to give orders, they picked it up together.

In front of the cartoonist's painstaking manuscript, the genius Oda Shingo bowed down humbly.

But Minister Hyakki Hayato was still standing stubbornly.

Although one is lower and the other is higher, the way editors look at Oda Shingo is already changing.

Oda Shingo picked up the manuscript and carefully arranged it in a pile on the table beside him.

"Don't you understand? A cartoonist puts his dreams into pen and ink, puts his hard work on paper, and puts his hopes into envelopes. What he is looking forward to is recognition and encouragement!"

"But you actually abandoned the cartoonist's work on the ground and let others trample on it?!"

Hyakki Hayato also realized that he owed a great debt.

No, we can't let Oda Shingo get the upper hand, don't panic! He took a few deep breaths.

Hyakki Hayato quickly stabilized his mind.

"Oda Shingo, don't slander me! Did you see that I threw the manuscript?"

As a veteran for more than ten years, he believed that no one would dare to expose this behavior.

But Oda Shingo's response was undeniably sharp.

"I don't know if you threw away these manuscripts!"

"But this happened in your editorial department! As the acting minister, you cannot absolve yourself of the blame!"

"What's more, when you came to me just now, you just stepped on the manuscript all the way to me!"

"You don't value cartoonists at all! You just treat them as tools, as workers for you to make profits!"

Oda Shingo turned around to the portable shoe shine equipment and sat on the guest chair.

He held the collected manuscripts in his arms, raised his leather-shoeed feet and placed them on the shoe holders, pointing his hand: "Hyakki Hayato, now I ask you to fulfill your bet! In front of the disrespected manga manuscripts, Shine my shoes!"

Shine shoes? !

Being asked to fulfill a bet and shine shoes in public? !

Shining shoes for Oda Shingo in the office of the magazine's headquarters at Qunyisha? !

Especially since he had just humiliated himself!

Hyakki Hayato's teeth were almost broken.

Even though Japanese tradition attaches great importance to agreements, Hyakki Hayato definitely doesn't want to bear this humiliation!

"Didn't I win? Didn't you lose?" Oda Shingo said again and again, pointing at the shoe rack, "Here! Me! Clean! Leather! Shoes!"

The whole place was silent.

Hyakuki Hayato definitely doesn’t want to fulfill this bet!

There is no way I can break a public bet, but I will never do it!

Hyakuki Hayato decided that he would rather break a small bet than accept such humiliation!

However, when Oda Shingo made another gesture and another female assistant opened a small suitcase, Hyakki Hayato's idea changed.

"How could..."

Hyakki Hayato's eyes widened as he saw the large amount of materials placed in the suitcase that was deliberately shown to him.

He immediately understood that this was something that a private detective had investigated, but he never expected that a person of Oda Shingo's age would use this method, and that the evidence collected was so real!

The time, call medium, and duration of each call were all collected, and some of the evidence even included records of the conversations between the two parties.

And it’s not just the content that harms Oda Shingo, but also includes a lot of content that uses black warrants to make disobedient young manga artists suffer!

Bang!

Hyakki Hayato slammed the box shut.

Fortunately, the editors behind him were still far away, so they would not be able to see clearly.

"These, these are all fake! They will never be recognized by the law!" Hyakki Hayato said with a pinch on his neck.

Oda Shingo, who was sitting firmly on the shoeshine client's chair, smiled: "Yes, the law won't recognize it, but that doesn't mean society won't recognize it!"

Hyakki Hayato's whole body was cold, these were indeed traces of what he was doing behind his back. As long as it spreads out, you won't be able to clean it yourself!

"I'm waiting for you to fulfill your bet." Oda Shingo turned up his leather shoes.

Those muddy stains on it were obviously put there intentionally by him.

Hyakki Hayato swallowed his saliva: "I, I will fulfill the bet, you..."

"This box doesn't exist." Oda Shingo seemed like a devil tempting people to commit crimes.

Hyakki Hayato trembled all over.

Oda Shingo was not in a hurry, just sat there and looked at him quietly. He knew that only reckless men would choose to stand firm, and people like Baigui who valued him more than anyone else would definitely give in.

The whole office was silent.

After struggling in his heart for a long time, Hyakki Hayato figured out what to do after weighing the pros and cons.

After a long time, he was sweating profusely and bent his noble waist.

Many editors in the big office exclaimed because they saw Hyakki Hayato squatting in the shoeshine position, picking up a shoe brush and shining Oda Shingo's shoes!

"You have to wipe off the mud with a rag first, don't you know how?!" Oda Shingo snorted.

"Hey..." Hyakki Hayato bowed his fat body with difficulty.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone in the magazine department, the clumsy Hyakki Hayato polished Oda Shingo's shoes.

Oda Shingo stood up, stamped his feet, shook the uppers of his leather shoes, and said with dissatisfaction in his tone: "It's okay, at least I won't embarrass you like you embarrass a new manga artist!"

Hyakki Hayato gasped and remained silent.

"As expected, Acting Minister Hyakki kept his word! The bet is over, let's say goodbye!" Oda Shingo left with two female assistants.

Just when he walked out of the glass door, he reached out and took out a coin from his suit pants pocket, and flicked it backward towards Hyakki Hayato with a thud.

Oda Shingo's distant voice came: "The tip corresponding to your shoe shine skills is worth this amount!"

The coins shimmered in the air.

The sweaty Hyakki Hayato did not answer.

Dang - the coin bounced onto the table, and it shook a few times and lay down flat.

It was a coin specially found.

Denomination: 1 yen!