As night falls, the sky has become pitch black. Looking from a distance, it looks like it has been covered with a curtain, without any trace of light, giving people a depressing feeling.
The JR limited express train coming from Kanazawa slowly stopped beside the platform of JR Osaka Station. Countless passengers filed out of the carriage, as if they had broken free from restraints, quickly dispersed towards the surroundings, and then went to their respective destinations.
Far away.
Nakamura Masahiro also followed the flow of people and got out of the slightly dull carriage. Just as he was about to take a step to leave, he was suddenly stopped by someone from behind.
"Nakamura-san, please wait a moment."
Hearing the voice coming from behind, Nakamura Masahiro subconsciously stopped. He turned around and looked back, and found that the owner of the voice was his previous seatmate on the train.
"What's the matter?"
Although they introduced each other's names, Nakamura Masahiro was not interested at all, so he could no longer remember the other person's name. Besides, they were just passers-by on the journey, and they might not have the chance to meet each other again in the future.
What?
"Excuse me, can I exchange business cards with you?"
Seeing the confusion on Nakamura Masahiro's face, the other party suddenly realized that his behavior was a bit too reckless, so he quickly explained: "I see that you are also very interested in online novels..."
Nakamura Masahiro immediately understood that his romantic partner thought that he was also a novel lover, so he wanted to make friends. By the way, does he look like the kind of otaku who likes to read novels?
Well, please forgive Masahiro Nakamura's prejudice. Among the novel lovers he knows and has come into contact with, most of them are of the otaku style: not necessarily otaku, but they definitely meet the standards.
I glanced casually with my drooping eyes and saw that the words "Kadokawa Bunko" on the business card were extremely attractive. Then, the term "editor" also jumped into Nakamura Masahiro's eyes at the right time.
Good guy, he looks like an ordinary person, but his identity is actually the editor of Kadokawa Bunko. However, since he is so young, he should be a new editor, right?
Constantly speculating on the identity of the other party, Nakamura Masahiro calmly took out his business card. For Nakamura Masahiro, business cards are not a must-have, but the atmosphere in Japanese society is such that it is still useful to have it handy.
Necessary.
Of course, regarding the exchange of business cards, Nakamura Masahiro also depends on the situation. There is definitely no problem in exchanging business cards for friends who are valuable and worthy of making. But for cats and dogs, it is not necessary.
There is no doubt that Honda Goshiyu in front of him is definitely a friend worth making. Although his value may not be great, Kadokawa Bunko behind him is a real giant.
"Arigado."
Taking the business card from Nakamura Masahiro, Honda Goshiyu lowered his head and glanced at it. Except for Nakamura Masahiro's name and phone number, there was nothing else on the business card, which was completely minimalist style.
Because he had to rush to attend the party, Nakamura Masahiro didn't have much thought to chat with Honda Goshiyu. After a few simple words, he left first.
Stepping out of the JR train station, Nakamura Masahiro stood on the side of the road and waved. Soon a taxi came from a distance and then stopped smoothly in front of him.
"Please go to the Imperial Hotel."
Reaching out to open the taxi door, Nakamura Masahiro bent down and got in. While closing the door, he opened his mouth and announced the destination of his trip to the driver.
"Hi, please sit down."
With a low voice in response, the driver started the car. While driving, the driver carefully observed Nakamura Masahiro through the rearview mirror.
As a native of Osaka, the driver's uncle is quite familiar with the Imperial Hotel, which is a prestigious five-star hotel. For ordinary people, the Imperial Hotel is out of reach.
It’s not that ordinary people really can’t afford to stay at the Imperial Hotel, but most ordinary people are reluctant to spend such a high amount of money. Spend half a month or a month’s salary to stay in the Imperial Hotel for one night? No rational Japanese people would consider this.
Options.
Masahiro Nakamura in the back seat looks so young. Although he is very calm in his movements, he does not dress like a rich second generation, which makes the driver a little unsure.
Maybe rich people like to play in a low-key style?
After much deliberation, the uncle driver could only find such a barely reasonable reason. Otherwise, it really can't explain why ordinary young people stay in five-star luxury hotels.
The Imperial Hotel, which opened in 1996, is located on the banks of the Okawa River, which is famous for its beautiful cherry blossoms. Not only does it have all kinds of facilities, but the transportation is also very convenient.
For example, the Imperial Hotel is only a 5-minute walk from JR Sakuranomiya Station. Well, if you walk a little more, you're basically there. There is also a free shuttle service that can be reached in 15 minutes from JR Osaka Station.
It's a pity that Masahiro Nakamura is not a guest, but only came to the Imperial Hotel to attend the party. Otherwise, taking the free shuttle service is also a good choice.
The car drove smoothly on the straight street, the high-speed rotating wheels rolled over the road, and rushed to the Imperial Hotel in the city center. Everything outside the window was retreating rapidly.
The dim yellow street lamps emit a warm light, dispersing the surrounding darkness and creating a bright area, which is in sharp contrast with the rich ink-colored night sky.
The colorful neon lights are flashing constantly, reflecting each other. From a distance, they look like a rainbow spanning the dark night, dazzling.
After about ten minutes, the speed of the speeding car gradually slowed down, and then it slowly drove to the entrance of the Imperial Hotel. Under the guidance of the service staff, the car finally stopped steadily.
"Welcome."
The waiter took two quick steps to the front of the car. He reached out and opened the back door of the taxi. While being respectful, he said standard service terms in a kind tone.
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Nakamura Masahiro paid the taxi fare, then nodded to the enthusiastic waiter and got out of the car. Then, the taxi started and quickly left the hotel and disappeared into the night.
In the blink of an eye, another car came from a distance, and it was also a luxury car. The blue sky and white clouds logo on the front of the car was extremely conspicuous, and the three letters bmw, which is homophonic to "Don't touch me," were firmly embedded on it.
Although Masahiro Nakamura doesn’t know much about car brands, he is a member of the BBA that has reached the level of bad street in China after all. It is impossible for him to not even recognize this brand.
As the wheels slowly stopped turning, the car stopped steadily at the entrance of the Imperial Hotel. Before the waiter came forward to provide service, the car door opened automatically.
I saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes getting out of the car. He had a round body shape but a slightly vulgar appearance. The black-rimmed glasses he wore were extremely eye-catching, like a sign that displayed a symbol.
"Feiqiu? Qiu Yuankang?"
Nakamura Masahiro murmured in his heart, what a coincidence. Originally, he just came here to attend the party, but he didn't expect that he would meet this big shot in the entertainment industry.
The fat middle-aged man in front of me is a household name in Japan, and he also enjoys a certain reputation in many overseas countries. As for whether his reputation is good or bad, it depends on the beholder and the wise.
Well, regardless of other things, there must be many otakus who are envious, jealous and hateful towards Yasushi Akimoto: Fat Qiu’s happiness is definitely beyond their imagination.
To judge others by oneself, Nakamura Masahiro believed that Akimoto Yasushi would not be so honest. After all, akb48 and Nogizaka46, as well as other future groups, there are so many young and energetic beautiful girls in Akimoto Yasushi who often dazzle in front of Akimoto Yasushi. If he is not at all
If you're not moved, you'll be damned.
Besides, there are some people who are involved in the entertainment industry who are able to stick to their duties. The only difference is probably that they are exposed by the media and they are hidden and not discovered.
And Yasushi Akimoto has a criminal record in this regard. As early as when he was making Kitten Club, Yasushi Akimoto started to engage in the behavior of rabbits eating grass on the edge of the nest: his wife Asako Takai is one of the members of Kitten Club.<
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"Akimoto-san...."
Suddenly a head popped out of the car, his face full of vicissitudes of life was full of stories. He shouted to Akimoto Yasun: "I'm going to park the car, please wait for me."
"Okay, then move faster."
Akimoto Yasushi responded with a smile and watched his friend drive away. Then, he turned to look at Masahiro Nakamura on the side and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
Yasushi Akimoto naturally felt the way Nakamura Masahiro looked at him just now. He thought it was a fan who wanted an autograph, but the scrutiny in the other person's eyes was obvious, which made Yasushi Akimoto feel a little more energetic.
"Sorry...."
With a smile on his face, Qiu Yuanyasu asked in a friendly manner: "Um, do we know each other?"
I don’t know what’s going on? The more Akimoto Yasu looked at the other person, the more familiar he felt, as if he had seen him somewhere before. But he racked his brains to think about it for a while, but for a while he didn’t have the slightest clue.
"Sorry, we probably don't know each other."
Nakamura Masahiro immediately realized his rudeness, so he apologized in an apologetic tone: He knew the well-known Akimoto Yasushi, but Akimoto Yasushi did not know him.
"Oh, that's it..."
Suspicious eyes glanced at Nakamura Masahiro again, and Akimoto Yasu gave up the idea of exploring. Since the other party said that he didn't know him, then he really didn't know him, right? The so-called familiarity may also be an illusion.
After a while, the companion who parked the car also came over. So Akimoto Yasushi stopped his guessing, nodded friendly to Nakamura Masahiro, turned around and walked into the Imperial Hotel with his companion.
After taking a deep breath, Nakamura Masahiro adjusted himself and followed suit in time. He walked into the Imperial Hotel with the same steps and headed to the banquet hall where the party was held.