Kenji knew in his heart that Katsuko Kurose's attitude was actually a sign of her sincere concern for him.
But... he wasn't just some ordinary international student!
For a moment, he really wanted to openly reveal his identity as a school board member, but on second thought, the timing for some things wasn't ripe yet, and it wasn't the right time to speak up.
After a moment's thought, Kenji's eyes lit up, and he said, "How about this, Teacher Katsuko Kurose? I remember there's a freshman test in a week, right? If my results in this test can rank in the top three, you agree to my request to establish a club, how about it?"
"Top three? Where did you get such confidence, kid?" Katsuko Kurose's eyes were full of disbelief as she slightly raised an eyebrow, but she still relented: "Let's not make it as harsh as the top three. As long as your total score can rank in the top ten of the grade, I'll agree to your request to establish a club."
Kenji was delighted and hurriedly said, "Thank you very much, Teacher Katsuko Kurose!"
"By the way, listen carefully in class. Some teachers have reported to me that they don't know what you're writing down there during class instead of listening. You can't do that; learning must be done step by step."
Katsuko Kurose warned him seriously again.
"Speaking of which, Teacher Katsuko Kurose, if I get into the top three, could you allow me to use a laptop to do some other things during class..." Kenji tentatively tested the waters.
"Don't push your luck, kid!" Katsuko Kurose's eyes widened, looking as if she were about to lose her temper.
Seeing that Katsuko Kurose was about to explode, Kenji didn't hesitate to turn and run, shouting as he went, "Goodbye, teacher!"
"This guy, really, top three in the grade, it's not that easy..."
Katsuko Kurose watched Kenji's departing figure and shook her head helplessly... Time quietly passed until after school in the evening, and the streets were bustling with people.
Kenji held Natsuka's hand and strolled through the busy streets.
He took Natsuka into one exquisite shop after another, carefully selecting fashionable clothes and cosmetics suitable for her skin type.
There were also expensive jewelry, earrings... Seeing Natsuka happily trying on new clothes in front of the fitting mirror with a happy smile on her face, Kenji's heart was also full of sweetness.
This careful dressing made Natsuka even more beautiful and moving, and the relationship between the two unknowingly improved quite a bit through this interaction.
Afterward, Kenji escorted Natsuka to the station.
At this time, people were coming and going at the station, and vehicles were passing by constantly.
Although Natsuka leaned closely against Kenji, looking forward to staying and spending this beautiful night with him, she currently felt an emptiness in her stomach. That uncomfortable feeling made her even more eager to be tightly surrounded by Kenji's warm embrace and filled to the brim by his "big treasure."
But reason told her that she couldn't not go back tonight, otherwise her mother would surely be furious when she found out.
"Bye-bye, dear," Natsuka looked up as the bus approached, her eyes full of reluctance.
Kenji also said in a soft voice: "dear, remember to call me when you get home, and don't forget to talk to your mother about our situation. I want to meet Natsuha-chan's family as soon as possible."
"Mm," Natsuka nodded gently, stood on her tiptoes, and gave Kenji a light kiss on the lips, her cheeks instantly flushing with a shy blush.
Only then did she turn around and walk onto the bus, looking back at every step, while whispering: "I'll tell Mom when I get back tonight, I'll definitely make her agree."
"Bye-bye~"
Kenji stood where he was, smiling and waving at her.
What he wanted her mother, Natsuba, to agree to was, naturally, letting Natsuka live near the school.
When the two lived so close, wouldn't they be able to be intimate whenever they wanted?
Leaving the station.
Kenji drove to pick up Kanako and took her to the company.
Ginza.
This commercial jewel standing in Chuo District, Tokyo, Japan, is known as the "most expensive place in Asia."
It is not only a symbol of Japan's prosperity but is also famous for gathering the world's top luxury brands and high-end shopping stores.
Whenever night falls and the lights come on, Ginza transforms into a dreamlike realm of flowing light and vibrant colors, attracting countless people in pursuit of quality and luxury.
Right in the heart of this extremely prosperous area, in front of a towering building, a dense crowd of people in crisp suits and exquisite ties was standing.
Every one of them had a solemn expression, and their eyes revealed a bit of tension and anticipation, as if they were about to welcome a crucial event.
These people were all elites from various industries, including composers and producers deep in the music field, directors and screenwriters who dominated the animation world, and big shots proficient in computer programming, game production, and modeling.
Undoubtedly, they were all figures with extremely rich experience and brilliant achievements in their respective fields, usually the focus of everyone's attention.
"Everyone, get ready. This president of ours is no ordinary person. Give me twelve points of focus!"
A department head stood before the crowd, repeatedly instructing them with a stern expression, "If anything goes wrong, don't blame me for not warning you; no one can bear this responsibility!"
"Senior Saito, what kind of person is this president of ours that even you have to treat him so cautiously?"
A junior employee who had previously worked under Saito Jiro finally couldn't contain his curiosity and asked the question that was on most people's minds.
Saito Jiro was a famous veteran in the entertainment industry.
He entered this circle at the age of 16 as a talent scout and, with his keen insight and unique vision, discovered and cultivated many of the first- and second-tier stars who are now popular in the entertainment industry.
In the circle, he was highly respected, and whether they were directors, producers, or other peers, they all held him in high regard.
It could be said that Saito Jiro wouldn't even give a glance to ordinary small bosses or directors, let alone treat them so cautiously.
To be able to poach an industry veteran like Saito Jiro from another company to this new one, it had to be said that the owner of this new company was indeed very capable, but even so, it didn't seem enough to make Saito Jiro so reverent.
"To be able to directly buy such a building in this area, I don't need to explain much about the financial strength."
After Saito Jiro finished speaking, he involuntarily lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. Amidst the swirling smoke, his gaze became deeper, "The most important thing is, don't forget, this is Ginza, and the one responsible for management behind the scenes is the famous yakuza organization, the Washimine Group. You don't know, but just yesterday, the boss of the Washimine Group personally prepared a small gift and came to find me respectfully, telling me that if I ever encounter trouble here, I should go to him for a solution. He also very eagerly told me that he hoped I could help introduce him so that he could have the opportunity to see The Esteemed President's true face..."
Hearing this, everyone fell silent for a moment, looking at each other, but no one spoke.
Everyone knew that in this special land of Ginza, the words of the Washimine Group were more effective than the police.
They controlled the underground order here and possessed considerable power and influence.
Although everyone present was an elite in their respective industries, in the end, they were all employees; as long as enough money was given, they could still be hired.
But now, this president actually had inextricable links with these underworld forces, and even the boss of the famous Washimine Group in Ginza had come personally, flatteringly wanting Saito Jiro to help with an introduction.
What kind of person was this president whom they had yet to meet?
What secrets and powers were hidden behind him?
Everyone's heart couldn't help but be filled with doubt and awe.
"Whoosh! Boom——"
At that moment, the originally noisy street was suddenly torn apart by a penetrating roar of an engine.
The sound approached from a distance like the roar of a fierce beast, drawing the attention of passersby.
"They're here, they're here! Everyone, get ready!"
Saito Jiro hurriedly shouted, and everyone instantly perked up, straightening their clothes with expressions full of respect and anticipation.
Saito Jiro quickly stubbed out the cigarette in his hand into a nearby ashtray and then hurried forward to meet them.
Amidst the endless flow of traffic in the distance, a vibrant streak of red was particularly eye-catching, like a ball of fire suddenly ignited in the darkness.
As the distance closed, the red silhouette became increasingly clear.
The red ferrari slowly came to a stop, the door opened, and a pair of polished leather shoes stepped out first, followed by a powerful-looking man in a sharp suit.
The group that had been waiting for a long time saw this and stepped forward, bowing in unison and saying respectfully, "Welcome, Esteemed President!"
"You guys... are really making a grand occasion of this, huh."
Kenji looked at the display before him, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.
This feels just like those overbearing CEO power fantasies in female-oriented novels.
However, on second thought, he felt that this Japanese corporate culture, with its emphasis on pomp and ceremony, was actually quite pleasant to experience!
He knew that Japanese people had a habit of wearing suits to work; in their eyes, wearing a suit was a sign of respect for others.
In Japanese culture, dressing neatly is a basic courtesy toward clients, colleagues, and society as a whole.
To them, taking off one's suit jacket was as inappropriate as wearing slippers to a formal event.
Therefore, before coming, Kenji had specifically bought a luxury suit, and even Kanako, who was accompanying him, had changed into a proper women's suit.
"This is only what we should do, President."
Saito Jiro stood at the front of the crowd, his eyes fixed on the President who had just stepped out of the car and was now surrounded by everyone, his heart full of surprise.
He truly hadn't expected this President to be so young, with a handsome face and a steady, capable aura, yet possessing an unquestionable majesty in every gesture.
But then he thought, perhaps this was a young master from some large conglomerate out to gain experience in one of the family's companies; thinking this, he felt more at ease.
Saito Jiro secretly calculated that as long as he worked hard in the future, it wouldn't matter even if the workload was heavy or tiring.
After all, the salary offered by this company was very enticing, about 20% higher than the average at other companies—such a generous salary was rare these days.
However, Saito Jiro clearly hadn't anticipated that Kenji's visit was for far more than just assigning routine tasks.
Upon entering the hall, Kenji did not head for the meeting room. Instead, he sat straight down on a sofa in the first-floor lobby, completely ignoring the usual protocol.
He leaned back slightly on the sofa, crossed his legs, and spoke calmly, "I assume you have the employees' schedules. Let me see the timetables and such."
"Yes, President." A department head in the crowd behind him didn't dare delay and quickly stepped forward to hand over the timetable.
Kenji took the timetable, flipped through it casually, and said, "9:00 AM to 6:00 PM with a one-hour lunch break. The schedule seems reasonable. What about company benefits? Have any been arranged?"
"President, currently the company benefits only include an annual physical exam and a high-temperature cash subsidy. There's nothing else."
Kenji frowned slightly and continued to ask, "How many employees in the company have children? And has the housing issue for employees been resolved?"
"I... I'm very sorry," a department head stepped forward flustered, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. "Employees with children... I didn't expect you would want to track that. As for housing, because employees come from all over, the housing issue for most of them hasn't been resolved..."
Kenji's expression remained calm as he waved his hand. "It's fine. Go compile the statistics now and tell me later."
"Yes! President!" The department head replied, feeling as if a weight had been lifted.
Kenji asked again, "The building I bought has sixteen floors in total. Have the floors needed for the four sectors—animation production, game production, music, and network operations—been planned out?"
"Yes, President. According to your requirements, we have left the first through third floors vacant. All necessary equipment, such as computers and servers, has been fully purchased. If I may be so bold as to ask, how do you plan to utilize these three vacant floors?" the department head asked cautiously.
"How to utilize them? I believe I made arrangements before?" Kenji took out a document and said while looking at it, "Later, the first floor will be turned into a reception area and corporate culture display area. The second floor will be a private gym, lounge area, and a large sauna and steam bath for internal employee use. As for the third floor, it will house a cafeteria, a cafe, a children's play area, and a snack shop."
Hearing Kenji's words, everyone looked at each other, their faces filled with surprise and confusion.
The gym, cafeteria, and cafe he mentioned could be found in some other large companies, but what was the deal with the children's play area and the snack shop?
"President, about the children's play area and snack shop...?" Saito Jiro finally couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
"Oh, that. Didn't I just ask that female department head to count the number of employees with children? In the future, if employees with children have no one at home to look after them, they can bring them to the company. I will hire professionals to take care of them," Kenji explained.
Everyone's eyes widened, especially the female employees with families, who covered their mouths in disbelief.
Was this young man in front of them really the boss?
Previous bosses, in order to maximize exploitation, wished female employees wouldn't marry or have children to avoid the trouble of maternity leave. How could this company be the exact opposite and even set up a nursery?
"From now on, everyone who comes to this enterprise is family. Only when employees are doing well can the company have vitality."
Kenji spread his hands and said with a relaxed expression. Anyway, he had money; he might as well spend it freely.
After saying that, upon receiving the list of employees compiled by the female department head, Kenji arranged the housing issue on the spot in front of everyone.
With just two phone calls, Kenji casually bought a large hotel in the prime real estate area of Ginza, intending to use it directly as employee dormitories.
Everyone was stunned, feeling their bodies break into a slight sweat and their throats burn, constantly swallowing their saliva.
They had heard it with their own ears; with just two phone calls, he had completed a transaction worth at least tens of billions of yen.
That relaxed tone was as if he had merely bought a piece of candy.
This made them even more certain that the young man sitting before them was no ordinary person; the wealth and power behind him were simply beyond imagination!
Kanako sat to one side, her eyes glued to Kenji. Seeing his majestic and composed appearance, she felt a flush over her body, unable to stop her legs from rubbing together, her eyes full of obsession and adoration as she began to feel aroused.
Ah!
Her man was truly too handsome; every gesture radiated an irresistible charm.
"Kanako, give me my bag," Kenji suddenly said.
"Yes!"