What are the options for love obstacles in the humanoid Star Platinum's mind?

Kato Megumi stared at the man's face with a helpless look.

"Don't worry, I won't ignore this matter. I will definitely not let you starve."

After a moment's thought, Kujo Ditaro said, "How about this, I'll give you some money first. Eat as much as you want and try not to go hungry every day. When you run out of money, just tell me in time."

Kato Hui put her fingers together and said embarrassedly: "This is not good. Otherwise, my cousin should stop paying me, so that I can eat more comfortably."

"Your salary will still be paid, and the food allowance is what I promised you, so you don't have to feel bad about it."

Kujo Ditaro doesn't lack the food expenses from Kato Megumi.

As long as Kato Megumi can be a contented and ignorant foodie, he will be satisfied.

To be honest, he had an idea about the strangers who came to Kato Megumi.

It is very likely that he is from the Kengan Society, and there is a certain possibility that he is from the Wu clan.

dong dong.

After hearing the knock on the door, Kato Megumi was startled and hurriedly picked up the multiple lunch boxes on the table.

Perhaps because she was too anxious, Kato Megumi accidentally knocked over the can of drink.

Kujo Ditaro's position was not good and he got splashed with drink.

"I'm sorry, cousin, is the wound on your arm okay?"

While apologizing, Kato Megumi wiped the bandage on Kujo Ditaro's arm with a tissue.

At the same time, the person who knocked on the door heard the noise and pushed open the office door.

"Boss, I heard some noise. What...what happened?"

Chapter 332: Camping on a deserted island?

The person who came in was none other than Kamio Kiyoko's father.

The scene before him was somewhat uncomfortable for him.

After a while, Kujo Ditaro finished his shower and changed into fresh clothes.

While Kujo Ditaro was taking a shower, Kamio's father found the medical kit available in the company.

After re-bandaging the injuries on his arm and chest, Kujo Ditaro waved his hand and sent Kato Megumi away.

Thinking about what she had just seen, Kato Megumi walked away with a little worry.

Kujo Ditaro looked at Kamio's father but said nothing.

Kamio's father is not a newbie in the workplace, so he explained his purpose clearly and concisely.

"Boss, during the days you were gone, I've already reached an agreement with the publishing house upstairs. They're willing to switch to us, but their only requirement is that the salary they offer is a bit higher than the industry average."

"It's okay. A slightly higher salary is fine. After all, they're veteran editors with experience. They'll be wanted no matter where they go. A new company's early stages aren't short of money, but rather the employees' dedication. As long as they work hard, the salary is no problem."

After making a fortune from the Kengan Tournament, Kujo Ditaro's way of looking at things has really changed a lot.

Although the employees' salaries are relatively high, initial investment is essential if you want to make the publishing house successful.

Kamio's father didn't know how rich Kujo Toitaro's background was, but in his prediction, he, the young president, was at least a billionaire.

A small amount of tens of billions of yen is enough to set up a decent publishing house.

"President, besides that, I've also found a publishing house that's suitable for acquisition. I've spoken with their president, and he's very willing to transfer his publishing house, and the price is very reasonable. I've also consulted with professionals, and they're genuinely interested in changing careers."

"Then go ahead and do it. There should be quite a bit of money left in the company's fund card."

"I understand. I'll get to it."

"Once the publishing house is established, we'll have the editors try to find some potential authors. We'd rather have nothing than bad authors. Do you understand what I mean?"

Kamio's father nodded repeatedly to show that he understood.

Kujo Ditaro smiled, and his career blueprint emerged in his mind.

It started with a publishing house, then an animation company, then a game company, and finally merged into a group.

If his business grows bigger and bigger, he may compete for the position of president of the Quanyuan Association when the time is right.

......

Before going home, Kujo Ditaro first contacted the insurance company.

An international insurance company with an almost exaggerated variety of insurance products.

Kujo Ditaro's championship belt, not to mention its commemorative significance, is also very expensive in itself.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, it is necessary to spend some money on insurance.

The championship belt was too valuable, so the insurance company sent many people back and forth, and it was not until after five in the afternoon that the insurance contract was finally agreed upon.

Kujo Ditaro was also good at socializing, so he asked Kamio's father to take these insurance company people to a nearby hotel for a reward meal.

As for him, he went home first.

After twenty days away, Kujo Ditaro found that his home was still tidy and clean.

It was obvious that someone had come to clean it during the period.

Before leaving, Kujo Ditaro did not give anyone the key to his house, so the uninvited person could only be Kato Megumi.

Kujo Ditaro was slightly satisfied with the self-awareness of this entry-level assistant.

Because he has been busy recently, the first thing Kujo Ditaro does when he gets home is to sleep.

I slept until the next morning.

Kujo Ditaro covered his chest, feeling the tingling sensation under the bandage, and wanted to scratch it hard.

Fortunately, he suppressed this fatal impulse in time.

beep!

Kujo Ditaro, who was buying breakfast at a convenience store, answered this untimely call.

"Hey."

"Champion, your phone number is really hard to find."

"Doctor Yingchu, why are you looking for me?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask if your wound is starting to itch."

Hearing this, Kujo Ditaro frowned.

"How did you know?"

"Well, I've done some testing on your skin tissue and calculated how long it will take for your wound to heal. If nothing unexpected happens, your wound will be completely healed the day after tomorrow."

"As expected of Dr. Yingchu, your medical skills are truly superb, but I didn't ask you to use my skin for experiments, did I?"

"Don't be so harsh. I just did a simple experiment, but the results are quite surprising. Such a deep wound was healed in just a week. You are a medical miracle. By the way, does your family have the same physique inherited through their bloodline as the Wu family?"

Kujo Ditaro walked to the counter and put down the bread and milk in his hands.

Perhaps because of the unfriendly expression on Kujo Ditaro's face, the cashier held back his professional questions.

"I don't understand these things, and my family hasn't had this for many generations."

"Could it be a disconnect? For example, your ancestors belonged to a branch of the family, living in obscurity until now, and then in your generation, a reversion to your ancestral roots occurred. Medically, this is not impossible."

"You have a very vivid imagination. I don't know the situation of my ancestors anyway."

After paying, Kujo Ditaro slowly walked out of the convenience store carrying the bag of milk bread.

Dr. Yingchu did not feel any regret and his tone remained relaxed.

"Otherwise, your situation is inexplicable. How could an ordinary college student win the Kengan Tournament? As far as I know, you had no martial arts training and were a normal person before high school. But in high school, your body began to change, and that was during male puberty. If it's not atavism, then your inhuman constitution is truly a mystery."

"Even if it's a throwback to my ancestors, it doesn't matter. After all, my ancestors are no longer alive."

"Alright, there's no point in talking on the phone any more. The world is so big, and there are all kinds of strange things. Although there are few examples like you, there are stranger ones. So I won't bother you anymore."

Kujo Ditaro put away his phone, his expression unchanged.

Yes, everything was within his expectations.

There is no way. It is impossible for a truly unknown person to appear in a high-level event like the Kengan Tournament.

The background of all participants in the fighting competition will be thoroughly investigated, let alone the champion of the competition.

While he was thinking, a woman quietly walked up from behind Kujo Ditaro.

"Di Taro, you're back."

"...Nana-san, why aren't you watching the store?"

Kujo Ditaro looked at the long-haired woman dressed in a cool style and asked subconsciously.

Nanaka Furukawa pursed her lips and asked with a smile, "We're going to an uninhabited island today. Do you want to come with us? Di Taro."

Chapter 333: Encountering Monkey King Jiazi on a deserted island?

Kujo Ditaro did not hesitate to accept Nanaka Furukawa's invitation.

The reason why he was so happy was mainly because he didn't have much fun when he was on Yuanliu Island.

Now that summer vacation is almost over, he naturally has to seize the time to enjoy himself.

Half an hour later, Kujo Ditaro, who was fully prepared, arrived at the dock as scheduled.

There were many Pab members on a small speedboat.

After Kujo Ditaro got on board, everyone's attention was on his arms.

"Di Taro, were you having so much fun? Why did you come back injured?"

"I did it accidentally, it's almost healed now."

"This was also done accidentally? How careless can you be?"

Kitahara Iori noticed with her sharp eyes that there were traces of bandages on Kujo Ditaro's chest.

He pointed with his finger, and everyone looked over.

Kujo Ditaro remained expressionless and smiled, "You can never predict which will come first, an accident or tomorrow. It's normal to get hurt when you're out having fun."

"......"

Everyone looked at each other, some speechless.

Kujo Ditaro looked at the girl with twin ponytails in front of him and took the opportunity to change the subject.

"Who is this?"

"Don't you know her? Da Shengyou, her name is Mizuki Mao. Look, Kou Ping has stopped thinking."

Kitahara Iori stepped on the corpse lying at his feet and introduced with a natural smile.

Shui Shumao smiled awkwardly and said modestly, "It's not that exaggerated, haha."

Kujo Ditaro nodded in understanding, then looked at the others.

"I didn't expect you guys to know the voice actors."

Azusa Hamaoka, leaning on the edge of the boat, raised the beer can in his hand.

"Isn't this normal? Among your friends, there are always some who are quite successful, right, cartoonist?"

"Eh?"

Mizushu Mao thought of something and looked at Kujo Ditaro seriously.

Kujo Ditaro waved his bandaged hand. "It's just a casual drawing, not worth mentioning. Where is our destination? What kind of uninhabited island?"

Hamaoka Azusa faced the sea breeze and explained, "We don't know the details, but it's called an uninhabited island, so it's actually just a tourist spot with very few people. There should be other tourists there, after all, Maya can't go to crowded places."

"Hahaha...sorry." Shui Shumao smiled, acting shy and polite.

"Di Taro, you've been out playing for so long, did you bring back any local specialties?"

Kitahara Iori sat next to Kujo Ditaro, with the corners of his mouth raised by inertia.

Kujo Ditaro glanced at him and sneered, "I went to Africa and saw the coffin-carrying service. I thought you could use it, so I brought some back for you."