Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

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If I tell her the truth that Rin is better in every aspect, won't she explode?

Biting her pink lips lightly with her pearly teeth, this proud and wealthy daughter of the Matsumoto family, the serious president of the Matsumoto Agency who is second only to the president, the new super popular idol in the entertainment industry whose single sold 11 copies on the first day, now had mist in her eyes, as if she would burst into tears at any time.

"Okay, okay, just kidding."

It is better to have less trouble than more. Like a noble lord coaxing a little maid, Fujii Itsuki hugged Matsumoto Yuina in his arms, patted her soft back, and said softly, "It's not your problem, Yuina."

“In fact, the feelings that each person brings to each other are different, and the emotional value they provide is also different!”

"Rin has never shown me a maid costume. In this respect, she may not be as good as you..."

"Is it true?" Matsumoto Arina asked Fujii Itsuki with tears in her eyes, like a little woman with grievance.

"Really? More real than pearls." Fujii Itsuki nodded sincerely.

"The most she did was wear cat ears once..."

With the comfort of Fujii Itsuki, Matsumoto Arina felt much better.

After all, she was the president and a big star. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and quickly adjusted her mental state.

"Damn Shimizu Rin!"

Matsumoto Arina took a deep breath.

"The hatred for stealing your husband is irreconcilable!"

"Just wait, I will definitely take him back from you!"

……

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

There was a knock on the office door.

"President Fujii, President Matsumoto, are you in there?"

Asada Futaba and Uesugi Asami stood at the door holding a freshly printed data analysis table and shouted inside together.

Not long after, Fujii Itsuki in the office responded softly: "Come in, what's up?"

"Click——"

As soon as they pushed open the door and walked in, Asami Uesugi and Futaba Asada saw the two presidents sitting next to each other on the sofa.

In particular, Matsumoto Arina was wearing a striking maid dress, her pretty face was flushed, and her eyes were filled with tears, as if she had just cried, and even her exquisite makeup was a little smudged.

"The president has started again..."

"If fans knew she was getting back together with her ex-boyfriend, President Fujii, they would definitely stop being her fans."

As her agent, Asami Uesugi sighed helplessly in her heart.

"Black and white maid skirt?"

"It's quite innovative to have vegetable sauce..."

Asada Futaba's beautiful eyes flickered under her short hair, and there seemed to be a hint of jealousy in her mouth.

"What are you two looking at?"

Matsumoto Arina was already very angry, and was stared at with strange looks by Asami Uesugi and Futaba Asada, which made her furious.

"Have you never seen cosplay?"

As she spoke, she looked Asada Futaba up and down carefully. He was about 1.55 meters tall and thin, weighing less than 90 kilograms at most.

No matter how bad she is, she is still better than the petite and skinny Erye!

Matsumoto Arina unconsciously developed a sense of comparison in her heart.

Hearing her scolding, Asada Futaba and Uesugi Asami subconsciously avoided her gaze and lowered their heads a little.

"I have seen cosplay before..."

"But this is the first time I've seen such a proud maid."

"President Fujii doesn't even know how to discipline her properly."

The two of them secretly complained to each other, and then they saw Fujii Itsuki really reached out and gently tapped Matsumoto Yuina's forehead, and whispered: "Stop talking, business is more important!"

"You..." Matsumoto Arina gritted her teeth.

"Just now you were acting like a small fry, but now you don't even give me any face in front of your subordinates and mistresses!"

"What do you mean?" Fujii Itsuki frowned and said with a stern face.

Seeing that he was about to get angry, Miss Matsumoto seemed to be silenced as if a cannonball had become damp, and a gentle smile quickly appeared on her pretty face.

"That's right, dog Xiu Jinsa!"

She hugged Fujii Itsuki's arm flatteringly, turned around and asked softly to Uesugi Asami and Asada Futaba, "Asami, Futaba, do you two have anything to report?"

Asami Uesugi and Futaba Asada looked at each other in tacit understanding.

"Arrogant at first, respectful later."

"Bully the weak and fear the strong."

"Be honest, there's vegetable sauce, and it's Fujii who has to deal with you."

"It's like this, President..."

Asada Futaba was secretly pleased and cleared his throat and said, "After the Oricon rankings came out this morning, Mami and I studied them carefully and found that there seemed to be a little problem with the CD sales of KB Agency."

As she spoke, she held the data analysis sheet in both hands and handed it to Fujii Itsuki, the actual person in charge of Matsumoto Office.

Matsumoto Arina, who was sitting in Fujii Itsuki's arms, also looked over when she heard this.

Two pairs of eyes scanned the analysis table carefully. Matsumoto Yuina frowned and sneered, "Selling 2 copies out of thin air in the last three hours, isn't this clearly inflating sales?"

"It may also be that the record store did not conduct sufficient statistics..." Fujii Itsuki said calmly without changing his expression.

"Or fans act, idols pay the price."

It is common to see people buying tickets and inflating sales to cheer for idols all over the world. In fact, the idol culture of “cheating” originated from live concerts in Japan.

Of course, it’s one thing for fans to inflate sales, but if KB agency does it themselves, not only will they not be able to afford to lose, they will also be violating industry regulations and will be ridiculed by all their peers in the entertainment industry!

"Futaba, Asami..."

Fujii Itsuki calmly instructed: "In the next few days, have your employees focus on the sales of this CD."

“It would be great if we could make a data sheet that accurately shows the sales volume every hour!”

"Yes, President!" x2

Asada Futaba and Uesugi Asami straightened their backs and agreed in unison.

"And you..."

Fujii Itsuki stretched out his finger and touched Matsumoto Aruna's fair forehead. The other party seemed to think that this was a flirtation, so she did not dodge.

“Even after becoming famous, you can’t slack off.”

"During this period, take on a few more high-rated variety shows, or shoot commercials, and post more updates on social media. In short, don't let your popularity and popularity drop."

"…Did you hear that?" Fujii Itsuki raised his voice.

"Why are you so fierce?!"

"This is my office, why do you care more about it than I do?"

"I heard it. There are so many things!"

In front of her confidant Uesugi Asami and her mistress Asada Futaba, Matsumoto Arina raised her eyebrows and said in an unhappy tone: "...How about I give you a maid's skirt-lifting ceremony again?"

"Please go ahead." Fujii Itsuki said with a faint smile on his face.

"you……"

"So thick-skinned!"

Matsumoto Arina rolled her eyes seductively, adjusted her black and white maid skirt, then stretched out her slender index finger and tapped Fujii Itsuki's forehead.

But she still stood up from the sofa, stepped her white silk-wrapped feet on the floor, gently twisted the hem of her lace skirt with both hands, placed her long right leg behind her left leg, and slowly bent her knees with graceful posture.

"Dog Xiujinsa, hello!"

"Get up, everything is fine." Fujii Itsuki's smile remained unchanged.

Asami Uesugi and Futaba Asada's eyelids twitched and they looked at each other again.

“It starts again…”

"Are we also part of their play?"

"Are you satisfied?" Stroking the hem of her skirt, Arina Matsumoto took the opportunity to complain.

"I'm a maid here and an idol outside. I'm exposed to the sun and wind every day, appearing on variety shows and filming commercials. What are you responsible for?"

"I will be responsible for sitting in the office comfortably with the air conditioner on, waiting for you to make money for me..." Mr. Fujii crossed his legs, sat in a relaxed posture, and acted as if it was a matter of course.

Of course, this is true on the surface, but he still has to make preparations for both situations.

The three songs in the office drawer don’t seem to be enough. It seems I have to write a few more songs, release an album of high-quality songs, and challenge the current Japanese music scene!

……

Chapter 341 Lost Glory

In the early hours of Monday morning, the system mall was refreshed on time.

Fujii Itsuki, who had been waiting in front of the system panel early, immersed his consciousness directly into it.

【Ding! 】

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