Tokyo Wingman King

The evening breeze blew early, and the eyes of those returning home were attracted by the young man who was also returning home.

Asama and Arima, each carrying a bulging snakeskin bag and a cold box, looked quite conspicuous as they walked on the road.

In theory, these gifts were compensation for Yoshihiko Arima to serve as a free spokesperson for the shopping street.

All the shop owners were also moved and promised that they would cover the daily expenses of the Teruya family in the next three years.

Even Arima, who often received gifts, was a little overwhelmed by the store owners' overwhelming enthusiasm.

The scene of Asama's impromptu speech was still replaying in Arima's mind. He even had a sense of déjà vu as he was watching Steve Jobs' Apple conference.

"Teacher, where do you have the time to understand so many theories and cases?"

“It’s all superficial stuff.”

Asama didn't think these things were that clever.

Most people are easily confused and shocked by the superficial [techniques], and they stay on the pursuit of [techniques] and turn a blind eye to the innermost [Tao].

Asama felt that he was just a mediocre person who remembered a lot of [skills], because [Tao] was something that was hard to approach, as it was impossible to see it.

"No, IP, story lines, scene marketing, aesthetic upgrades, and interactive experiences are all practical things. Although you just made up a lot of things, they all originated from this real shopping street. Everyone was moved. I rarely see these uncles and aunts so motivated."

Arima looked at the dusk sky with a slight smile on his lips.

It seemed as if the energetic looks of the shop owners also brought him infinite joy and strength.

Asama shook his head.

The reason they were happy was that they didn't have to pay for the event themselves - Asama secretly asked the honorary president of the shopping street to sponsor 2000 million yen for the event.

Asama also asked about the rent and transfer fees of this commercial street.

Thanks to the bad economy, the fees were low.

But precisely because of the economic downturn, no matter how low the cost is, it is still a net expenditure, and no one is willing to open a store.

At the end of the 100-meter-long shopping street, many shops are closed. These closed shops have further exacerbated people’s perception that this street is not doing well.

So, Asama discussed the matter of renting a storefront with the honorary president.

Previously, he had been considering pilot locations for Infinitus to do business. If the activity was successful, Asama would help Infinitus to take over these stores.

This is a win-win situation. Wuxianshe gets the store at a low price, and the shopping street can also expand its new consumer customer base.

Nowadays, no one walks along this street except for the housewives.

Young people would rather hang out in Kita-Senju in the south, or take the train directly to holy places such as Shibuya, Ikebukuro, Harajuku, Shimokitazawa, Akihabara and even Okubo to join in the fun.

Marketing against the trend is always difficult.

But Asama is confident about the street's autumn activities.

A combination of sentimental marketing, discount packaging, local celebrity effect, carpet-style street publicity, Internet traffic import, etc. will not only consolidate core customers (local middle-aged women) and grasp backbone customers (local residents), but will also attract marginal customers (local young people) and reserve potential customers (surrounding groups/Internet tourists).

In a short period of time, more than 2000 customers will gather in the shopping street, which can be used as promotional material to further strengthen the confidence of old neighbors and customers in this street.

He even thought of the official title for the hype——

The rebirth and revitalization of an old street, the past, present and future of 10 people

The love of the residents from childhood to adulthood happened here and resonated here. Bits and pieces of memories gathered into a roaming and vibrant home for all ages.

If it really happens, the Adachi Ward government will make a big fuss about it, right?

In terms of publicity, store owners’ endorsement and local residents’ endorsement run in parallel, with sellers and buyers rushing in both directions.

Arima is a local celebrity who is widely loved by men, women, young and old in the surrounding streets. From his image to his stance, he will not touch any red points that may cause opposition. He is a well-deserved best image ambassador of the shopping street.

Asama also secured a good contract for Arima, but unfortunately this guy simply wiped out the endorsement fee. He is really a stubborn person.

In terms of operations, the planning team of the Shopping Street Federation is too poor. Asama believes that they should first promote the shopping street through a few events to reintegrate it into the consumption habits of surrounding residents, and then consider whether to recommend special recruitment of relevant personnel, entrust professional third-party operations, or save costs and train shopping street owners to take up their posts.

In fact, there are third-party forces in the operation and promotion of the shopping street, and Asama didn't consider it too much.

A gang in Adachi Ward.

Righteous man Arima said that the activities of the Yakuza organizations here are relatively mild, while the honorary president denied the existence of protection money with a stiff expression.

Perhaps the subordinate organizations of the Kisaragi family really did not harm this shopping street in the slightest.

Compared to here, Asama actually prefers Infinitus to choose the commercial streets in Edogawa District.

A commercial street tightly controlled by gangs.

Mountain Cloud Group.
With the Fuzuigawa family as a backup and the Gogyoin going to persuade the Kisaragi family to coordinate, it would not be a bad idea to let Daiki's Mugensha explore the Yamanegumi, the second-generation group that was absorbed and rebuilt by the Yamagata family.

If necessary, it would be okay to pull the tiger skin of the Konoe family or the Ichijo family.

It is reasonable to make some sacrifices to help your family.
Asama's complicated thoughts were interrupted by Arima's question.

"Teacher, you said that we should cherish our personal time. I also think that there is really no time for me to hesitate and waste. I will take the college entrance examination early next year, and get into the Faculty of Law of the University of Tokyo as soon as possible. I will take the civil service examination as soon as possible, enter the public service, go to the grassroots, and do practical things. What do you think?"

To say "getting into the University of Tokyo early" is like "getting up early" is the same as saying "getting up early". Only someone like Arima, who always ranked first in the exams at Eiwa, is qualified to make such a bold statement.

Of course, Asama also has the confidence to take the entrance exam for the University of Tokyo together with Arima next year.

The fact that he mastered both German and French in about a week gave Asama great encouragement.

With the help of [Speed ​​Reading] at level 5 and [Memory] at level 3, he put on the two items, maxed out his intelligence, turned on [Smart Ears], didn't read any miscellaneous books, and slept only 2 hours a day when he took the entrance exam for the University of Tokyo. Asana couldn't imagine how he could lose.

Hehe, even if I take the entrance exam to the University of Tokyo’s medical school, it’s just a piece of cake, just a piece of cake!!!

Thinking of this, Asana was full of confidence in his monthly exam next semester.

Arima saw Asama sneer twice and thought he disagreed, so he asked,

"Is it not good?"

".I just thought about it. Why do you think it would be better to go to college earlier?"

"Wouldn't it be better to use the extra two years to do more things?"

Qianjian thought for a moment, shook his head and made a suggestion.

"No, no, you can't understand time like that. Compared to working life, high school life gives you more freedom to do things. I think I should stay in Yinghe for the next three years and make more reliable friends."

Arima shook his head stubbornly.
"I think having two close friends, Great Sensei and Ryuuzaki, is enough."

Asama looked at Arima who was full of confidence, sighed and said,
“How many people have responded to your declaration on the cruise ship?

Those who do not respond may become obstacles in the future.

Become the student union president, find true comrades, soften future enemies, make more people willing to entrust their future to you, and make those vested interests who are about to be overthrown also believe in you.

If you don’t do this, it’s useless even if you get a PhD from the University of Tokyo and double the per capita income and happiness of a small village.

After saying this, Asama felt that he was no different from those vain people who talked about dragon-slaying techniques, so he continued,
"In Oirase, we've actually talked about this enough."

Arima remembered what Asama said, "Mobilize yourself, mobilize more people." He nodded to indicate that he accepted the suggestion, but before he took two steps, he smiled at Asama again,

"I remember that conversation very clearly. Although I still don't understand why the Great Sensei would rather belittle himself again and again than evade responsibility."

“It’s about evaluating yourself objectively.”

"Well, no matter what, I will mobilize all the strength I can to do well in everything that is in front of me and within my sight."

Asama stopped and asked Arima who also stopped,
"Are you willing to mobilize your sisters to do this business?"

".When they are older, I will talk to them about this. Ultimately, we have to respect their personal wishes."

An expected answer.

In an era that respects the individual, it is rare nowadays for one person to make a revolution and the whole family to join the party.

Asama asked again,
"I'm not sure whether it's better to have a respectful attitude or to force it with all your might. Wouldn't you consider letting your cartoonist sister be your publicity committee member?"

Arima showed a helpless expression.

"Forget about Sister Xia Yin. She is the one who needs help."

He further said,

"If I really have to force someone to join, I'll come to you first, Great Sensei."

Asama felt a headache.

"Wouldn't it be nice if I could assist you?"

"Not enough! The lack of heroes who give their all is the sadness of the times and the regret of the people. If I had the opportunity to mobilize 100% of your energy and I didn't do it, I would die with regrets."

There was a smile on Arima's face, but his tone made people feel that he was choosing his words carefully and decisively.

"How did your regret become the people's regret? Arima, your idea of ​​one person representing the majority is very dangerous."

"O-Sensei, you got the order wrong. It's the people's regret, which is equal to my regret. Besides, you don't deny that you are a hero who didn't try your best, right?"

"It's not too late to deny it now."

Arima smiled knowingly, a smile that also contained infinite respect and everlasting goodwill. It was a smile he had never shown to anyone else, and it was also an expression that Asama had only encountered a handful of times in his two lifetimes.

Asana quickly transferred the snakeskin bag to the hand holding the ice box, took out his cell phone and took a few photos of Arima's face.

"what happened?"

Arima was a little surprised that Asama was pointing the phone at his face, but the next second he saw the photo that Asama was showing him.

The smile in the photo is a bit embarrassing.

"Arima, remember this expression and practice it more when you get home. From now on, whether you are giving a key speech in a student union election or canvassing for votes as a congressman, you can't go wrong with this expression - this is a winning smile."

Asama asked Arima to smile again, but Arima's face was sore from laughing, and he never smiled as well as the one in the photo.

"It's too superficial to win support by smiling."

“Politicians and idols are similar professions, and smiling is a must.”

The two discussed the topic of [the difference between politicians and politicians] for a long time.

The return journey was about 3 kilometers in total, and before I knew it, I had arrived at the chome where Yoshihiko Arima lived.

As it turned out, Arima had taken him a long way before, and excluding the part where he sent the old woman home, Arima had taken Asama at least 2 more kilometers.

As he walked into the alley where Teruya's house was located, the poor nobleman from Adachi Ward became a heartthrob.

Ladies coming home from get off work, housewives returning from shopping at half-price supermarkets, teenagers returning home from tutoring or playing, old people watering the flowers and plants at the doorstep in the evening, uncles smoking and doing nothing, and bad guys riding motorcycles noisily by.
Almost everyone would smile and greet Arima from a distance.

The protagonist's halo unfolded in front of Asama in a visible form.

Compared to Arima in front of acquaintances, Asama who doesn't smile is not charming enough at all, but he is quite willing to be a background board.

Even when the topic came up with him, he would just nod politely without saying a word. At 7:30 pm, when the two arrived at Teruya's house, the night in Tokyo had already fallen.

Some people are starving.

"Damn you Asama Asama! Did you go to Osaka to buy meat?"

Fujiwara Ai rushed out of the house, with one hand on her waist and pointing at Asama with the other, angrily.

“It took a while to bargain.”

Asama said as he shook the oversized yellow food storage box in his hand.

Walking into the entrance hall, the girls were crowded here.

"Thank you for your hard work, Shizumi-kun and Arima-kun. Did you encounter any danger along the way?"

Damingshen sent her condolences immediately. There is no doubt that she is an angel.

"No, but I have met quite a few celebrity fans."

Asama glanced at Arima.

Arima loosened the snakeskin bag in his hand and let out a breath.

It is not easy to carry more than 10 kilograms of fresh meat and a snakeskin bag filled with more than 20 kilograms of groceries back.

This is one of the reasons why Arima did not take a longer detour when he returned.

He was very curious why the teacher, who looked skinny and weak before, could lift these things without even taking a breath.

Before he wiped the sweat with his hands, his third sister Dongya had already taken out a handkerchief and stood on tiptoe to wipe his forehead and neck.

The second sister Akina, who was also standing on the entrance stairs, tiptoed to wipe Arima's sweat, asked three questions in confusion.
"Brother Yoshihiko, I don't think our family ordered so many things? Were they sent by the store owners? Why did they send so many this time?"

"Perhaps Asama-kun has bewitched all the bosses."

Asama and all the people in Yinghe couldn't help but look at Arima.

I didn't expect such a witty remark to come out of the mouth of the rigid yet excellent vice-president of the student union.

The manga artist Yuuki Natsune laughed,
"Brother Asama is the template for a white-haired, cold-faced succubus?"

She was soon hit on the head by her second sister Akina who jumped up.

"Brainwashing successful?"

Ryuuzaki, in a far corner, suddenly said something, and it was unclear whether he was talking about brainwashing the shop owners or brainwashing Arima.

"This is Arima's endorsement fee."

"Eh? What did you endorse, brother/Arima-kun?" x6
"I'll tell you more later."

The Arima sisters were crowded too close to each other, so Asana did not delay any longer. He took off his shoes quickly and went straight to the living room. He asked Mr. Teruya a question, put the snakeskin bag at the kitchen door, and counted the ingredients he would use later.

"As for Jingshui and vegetables, we have already prepared them."

"Yes, Master. Mushrooms, corn, eggplant, green and red peppers, onions, green onions, asparagus, carrots, broccoli, and tomatoes are more than enough."

"Really? Then please help with the meat. Also, please help get the onions and scallions."

Jiandao and Houhouin helped Asama sort out the sundries in the snakeskin bag and put them on the dining table. They washed their hands again, took out the meat from the plastic box, and followed Asama's method of one section of scallion, two pieces of meat, one onion, and two pieces of meat to string together the beef shoulder like a dice.

Futami and Fuzugawa also followed. Their barbecue experience at the Forest School allowed them to mix and match the types and proportions of meat and vegetables at will.

Jiandao and Houhouin, who had been copying Asama's movements step by step, also started to improvise, and even discussed the permutations and combinations of vegetable and beef skewers while skewering the meat.

To Qianjian, these discussions were more moving than their singing.

"Former Minister, come to work!"

Asama called out to Fujiwara Ai, who was sitting on the side and happily watching him skewer meat.

"Don't do it!"

“He who does not work shall not eat.”

Fujiwara pouted. The purpose of her coming here was to eat the barbecue grilled by Asama himself. It would be a great loss if she couldn't eat it.

"You really know how to order people around. Can't you just call me by my name? Former Minister, former Minister or something like that."

Asama said it again in an emotionless voice,
"Xiao Ai, come and work."

"Hey! Here they come!!! Tsk, Asama Asama is such a bad guy who likes to order people around."

After mumbling to herself for a few words, she chose the easiest job of passing iron skewers.

Asama just felt that labor reform was necessary.

If these young ladies want to gradually transform from vague abstractions into flesh-and-blood people, they have to do more things personally.

Fuzugawa approached Asama with a smile and asked,

"I heard from Sister Xia Yin that they only ordered a few pounds of beef and pork belly, how come the price suddenly increased several times? Did Robert-kun take Arima-kun to rob the rich and give to the poor?"

It's obvious that Arima is the local boss, right? Why do you say I'm the leader?

How could someone rob the rich to help the poor and then spend 2000 million of his own money?

Asama habitually glanced at Busui Kawai, but unexpectedly, Busui Kawai also habitually blinked at him.

Futami coughed a few times and asked Asama if the cubed meat was beef ribs and whether it could be grilled together with carrot skewers?

Ryuuzaki was about to join the work, but he felt that the atmosphere in the restaurant was not right and all the seats were occupied, so he quietly joined Arima's team.

Arima and his sisters were doing the same work as Asana at the coffee table in the living room not far away.

The only difference is that Asama deals with beef and pork, while Arima deals with seafood.

"Master, just put the meat in the refrigerator. We can't finish it tonight, so we can just deal with it here."

"Hey! Yoshihiko, isn't today's main meal roasted pork belly?"

Asama responded while skewering the meat at high speed.

"Arima, just put the seafood you have in the refrigerator. We're almost done with ours."

"You are the guests, just let us handle these."

“It is a necessary procedure for the chef to personally handle the ingredients.”

Fuzukawa held up two skewers of beef tenderloin that she had prepared, shook her wrist slightly, and smiled towards the living room.

"Then let's have a competition~ ...

"No, you cheated. You were the first to string together for 2 minutes."

The movements of both parties became faster, and even Koharu Nai became an energetic assembly line worker, helping to pass the iron sticks.

Unfortunately, the number of iron skewers was limited, and the food preparation competition ended before it even started for two minutes.

The moon is not full, but that does not affect its brightness.

The yard of Teruya's house was very small, and the nine girls sat in a row under the eaves in the backyard.

As well-behaved as the silk-tailed starlings squatting in a row on the telephone poles.

Four men were busy in the yard.

Asama's master cooking skills and knife skills alone convinced everyone in the Teruya family and they no longer interfered.

Arima and Ryuuzaki worked as assistants, while Mr. Teruya was the waiter, constantly delivering the crispy and juicy grilled meat.

The charcoal was burning brightly under the round grill.

Long Qi blew in front of the stove, and the dark gray charcoal turned red, and a burst of sparks and ashes rose like rain and mist.

He was helping to break up the charcoal and spread it evenly, then putting the vegetable and beef skewers, which were about half done, back on the grill.

Asana said that the charcoal that had just been piled too densely was too strong and the open flame would easily burn the vegetables.

A thin stone slab rested on top of the shorter oven.

According to Mr. Teruya, this stone slab has been passed down for two generations and there is no risk of it exploding due to heat.

Almost everyone in the Teruya family is a fan of rock-grilling, and it is said that Arima even uses a pile of pebbles to make stone cakes.

Asama stood in front of the chopping board next to the rock grill, preparing the toppings and dipping sauce while arranging the dishes.

The steaks on the stone slab were sizzling with oil, and the rich aroma of meat filled the yard.

The four girls of the Teruya family, who had never eaten Asama cuisine, were also drooling.

Everyone had finished the skewers on their plates long ago, and they finally understood why the girls from the Love Consultation Club insisted on letting Asama grill the meat no matter what.

Arima followed Asanama's instructions, picked up the steak, and grilled it from the side. The overflowing oil then soaked into the prawns and mackerel next to it.

After frying the thick beef eye steak for about 30 seconds on each side, Asama said,

"Arima, it's done. Put it aside to let the meat rest. Ryuuzaki, the skewers are ready. Squeeze lemon juice and serve."

Then he held up 10 skewers of meat and placed them on the round grill.

The fat from the skewers quickly dripped into the fruit charcoal, and thick green smoke floated into the blue sky.

"Mr. Teruya, the barbecue you made today smells so good~~~Would you like some cold beer?"

A voice came from the courtyard next door, followed by shouts from other directions.

"Would you like some edamame and peanuts?"

"Do you want to add a grill? The one we have can grill 40 skewers at a time."

"Would you like to come to our yard and grill?"

Some flattering proposals received a huge response and echoed throughout the alley.

In just over ten minutes, all of Zhaowu's neighbors were intoxicated by the fragrance.

Arima looked at Asama and smiled to the outside of the courtyard.

"Thank you, nothing is needed. Thank you all for your kindness. Sorry to bother you all. I'll wait until tomorrow."

Asama interrupted Arima and said to him,
"Sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone. Arima, let's grill all the ingredients for today."

After hearing what Asama said, Arima thought for the first time that he should spend some time improving his cooking skills.

That night, more than 20 neighbors of the Teruya family will never forget their crying children, their appetites that almost made them want to swallow their tongues, their stomachs that seemed to be always empty, and the white-haired boy who could make delicious food full of healing energy. (End of this chapter)