Tokyo Agent: Starting with Picking Up a Problem Girl

Chapter 139 Swallowed in one gulp

Nakajima Hiroshi did not knock on the door rashly. He closed his eyes and tried to sense the situation inside the room through absolute sound.

Yu Shiraishi is probably cleaning up the house; it looks like the place is a mess right now.

It's clearly more important to respect her need for dignity than to offer help or similar assistance.

Nakajima Hiroshi walked down the stairs; for him, going down one floor was about the same.

The hearing impairment caused by Asuka is terrifying.

In a sense, both of these talents are shaping him into a superhuman.

Pheromones would occasionally drift out.

(Ugh, this is such a hassle. Damn it, I shouldn't have let my assistant go back to his hometown in the first place...)

(I initially thought it was a waste of her time, but I didn't expect that after she went back, she would play mahjong every day and become even more颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, apathy, and a lack of motivation) than when she was with me.)

(You might as well come and clean my house.)

Hmm... In other words, Shiraishi Yu wasn't unwilling to let everyone see this side of her; someone had helped her clean up the mess before.

(That Nakajima Hiroma should give me a raise; the furniture he broke today alone costs a lot of money...)

(Oh well, you can't blame the boss for the mental illness, right? I'll probably stick to buying metal items from now on.)

(But a crisper smash is more stress-relieving, even though the item is meant to serve me.)

She was struggling with something very strange.

But at least the pheromones have returned to near normal. Although there are complaints, they are not extreme.

After a moment's thought, Nakajima Hiroshi decided to give her a little more time to clean up the mess.

I went downstairs to buy some fruit and drinks, then went to the flower shop to get a bouquet with a sign that read "Celebrating the great success of the Itomoriya performance." I also bought some instant noodles to tide me over before heading back.

"Knock knock, knock".

"Ms. Shiraishi, this is Hiroshi Nakajima. Are you home?"

Nakajima Hiroki asked a question he already knew the answer to.

He could actually judge the general situation inside the room by relying on pheromones or voice, but these two abilities were hard to explain, so pretending to be an ordinary person was necessary.

(Please spare me...)

(Why is Hiroshi Nakajima here again?)

(Ugh, so annoying, I have to put on this fake politeness again. Ugh.)

Hiroshi Nakajima: "..."

I don't think I'm very popular.

Click.

The door was unlocked, and Shiraishi Yu smiled sweetly, her eyes narrowed like crescent moons.

"Mr. Nakajima, is there a problem?"

"I have a lot to do. May I come in?"

Hiroshi Nakajima was carrying a pile of things.

(Since I'm already here, how can I say it's inconvenient?)

(Etiquette is so boring. Can't people be more direct with each other?)

"Yes, of course I welcome it."

"Itomori-ya's performance was a great success. Without you, I really don't know what would have happened."

Nakajima Hiroshi was not just being polite; he was speaking from the heart. If Shiraishi Yu hadn't been there, and relying solely on other resources, the situation would have been a complete mess.

"As long as the patient is satisfied, that's our responsibility."

Shiraishi Yu is quite conventional.

Hiroshi Nakajima put down the bouquet.

"You were supposed to be the head of the banquet, but since you didn't seem to be feeling well, I didn't insist you stay. But I..."

"It's all thanks to everyone's joint efforts."

(No, it's definitely my doing.)

(Honestly, Shiraishi Yu, you hate being polite so much in your heart, but you're still so hypocritical on the surface.)

(You two-faced woman.)

Our Miss Shiraishi, she even criticizes herself sometimes.

"No, Miss Shiraishi, I wasn't being polite."

"You are very important this time. In fact, I brought the prize money with me."

Hiroshi Nakajima really did bring it.

This is not a decision that blurs the lines between public and private interests.

What Shiraishi Yu did went far beyond the scope of an employee, and the physical strain, drug use, interpersonal relationships, and the losses to her family when the side effects occurred were all very real.

These things can be ignored, but they will chill her heart, at least in the long run.

If Misaki Tachibana and Shigeru Yoshioka agree to pay this money, then the agency will pay it; if they don't, it's fine for him to take it personally.

Anyway, at Nakajima's office, he's the big winner.

"Is our bonus application processed so quickly?"

(Could this be a personal thank-you note from this guy?)

Regardless of the size of the company, it is very difficult to give back to employees in this way. After all, managers often have a consensus that the poorer the employees are, the more stable the company is.

Although it's counterintuitive, it's true.

If an employee is so poor that they earn only four or five thousand a month, they can take out a 15-year loan to buy a car and a 20-year loan to buy a house.

He married a woman with a dowry of 300,000 yuan, and she is now pregnant with twins, two boys. To alleviate the family's financial burden, he is learning stock trading and online sales...

In addition, his brother-in-law is about to get married, and the family has four elderly people with dementia who love to buy health products. They have 1280 in savings and are going all in on gold.

Yes, that's practically the makings of an exceptional workaholic.

Nakajima Hiroshi is slightly better; he's selective about who he works with.

Those who are valuable can be given generous treatment, and they can be recruited to bully honest people.

then.

"I have reserve funds."

He explained simply.

"This incident happened suddenly, and the temporary arrangement of artists, whether as a favor or a thank you gift, incurred expenses, which is understandable."

"Take it if I give it to you. As long as you help me, I promise you won't work for nothing."

Despise Kuroda, understand Kuroda, become Kuroda.

Money is the most reliable relationship.

Even a woman like Yu Shiraishi is not immune to this.

She stared at Nakajima Hiroshi for a while, then reached out and took it.

"it is good."

"Thank you, boss."

They verbally acted as if it were business, but in their hearts they were plotting something like this.

(With this money, at least there was no loss, and there was even a surplus...)

(This should be attributed to Nakajima Hiroshi's personal favor; regardless of whether it was a company action or not, the decision was made by him.)

(Seriously, I hate owing people favors.)

"Ms. Shiraishi, do you have time to go out for something to eat?"

Nakajima Hiro casually unpacked the small pastries.

"I don't know if you've eaten anything. If not, have something to eat, then we can find a place to talk about the artists you invited to provide assistance?"

"Mr. Nakajima isn't a local, is he?"

Yu Shiraishi suddenly blurted out this sentence.

"Um?"

Nakajima Hiroshi was somewhat surprised, as he had not discussed his background with Shiraishi Yu.

After all, staying illegally is not something to be proud of.

"Your style of doing things is very similar to that of the Chinese community, and many details are out of step with what we do here."

"for example……?"

"For example, they always like to arrange a dinner to discuss business. Locals, on the other hand, will usually find a more suitable excuse, such as it's a reward for the company."

"There are many other details, such as handing things over, seating arrangements during discussions, and..."

Are there really that many flaws?

That's right, the etiquette of the two countries is completely different. Perhaps he himself didn't realize it, and Asuka hadn't been taught it, so it wasn't very obvious.

But when it comes to Yu Shiraishi, it's crystal clear.

Nakajima Hiroshi opened his mouth, and after a moment, blurted out a sentence.

"Ahem, if you need an excuse for a dinner party, I can make one up on the spot."

"No, I'm fine."

"Okay, I just wanted to grab something to eat with you and finish our conversation. It's a habit of us to eat and talk at the same time."

Nakajima Hiroshi was somewhat clumsy in some ways.

"no problem."

Yu Shiraishi tore off a small piece of bread and ate it slowly and deliberately, paying great attention to detail.

Although, judging from her pheromones, she was indeed starving.

(So ​​hungry, so hungry, so hungry, so hungry, so hungry...)

(I want to swallow it whole!)

Then, she saw Nakajima Hiro stuff a whole piece of bread into his mouth, his cheeks bulging out.

"Shiraishi, you eat so slowly! Look at me!"

Swallow it in one gulp.