Losing money, mygo, what does it mean that I really lost money?

Maruyama Aya looked like a detonator had been pressed; she was about to explode.

She simply opened the chat window, selected the digital photos sent by Yamato Maya, and typed a message she wanted to send to Imaizumi.

While still hesitating whether to actually send it, Hikawa Hina suddenly appeared behind her, startling Maruyama Aya, who was nervously trying to find the right words, and she immediately pressed the send button.

She made the abrupt request, and that's how she sent it out...

Maruyama Aya's hand trembled slightly as she held her phone, watching helplessly as the photos and messages were marked as read. Her cheeks flushed rapidly, while Hikawa Hina beside her maintained her slightly silly smile.

"CaiCai, you've already edited your message. You're just waiting to send it."

The blue-haired girl stood with one hand on her hip, seemingly completely unaware of what Maruyama Aya had sent. "And you ignored me when I was talking to you just now."

"No, that's not what I meant..."

Maruyama Aya got a little angry for a moment, and her voice softened again, like a squeezed persimmon. You've squeezed me; you've really squeezed a soft persimmon.

Hina Hikawa placed her hands on her chest:

"Let me say it again. I think the president is really great! And our artists' share of the profits this month is much higher than before. I'd like to have a chat with the president. What do you think?"

"I......"

"No need for the pill 2●chicken『∨fourlin‰￥think′∽three×∵♂＞∶collect∞^search＠N:mountain color replied, she just left like that."

It was really just to repeat what Maruyama Aya hadn't heard.

Hikawa Hina isn't really someone who seeks opinions. If someone agrees with her, she goes along with it; if someone disagrees, she just ignores them. She does what she wants to do directly, and only in a few situations will she restrain herself a little.

Looking at this member of his band, Aya Maruyama could only helplessly comply with her actions.

"Drip."

Jin Zhaozhi sent a message.

Maruyama Aya quickly hid her phone in her sleeve and peeked at it from an angle only she could see.

[President: They're all great, but I have a different thought]

[President: Image.jpg]

[President: How about this one?]

This isn't the cutest picture; in showcasing the cuteness and charm of a teenage idol, it's not as good as the photos previously selected by Aya Maruyama and Maya Yamato.

But Maruyama Aya was stunned after just one glance.

The photo shows her from behind.

This must be a camera angle from behind the stage. Maruyama Aya, dressed in a pink and white group uniform, stands on the dazzling stage, holding a microphone and raising her left hand high towards the seven-colored lights.

Because of the camera angle, her hand partially obscured the star-shaped beam of rainbow light, as if she had plucked a rainbow-colored star. At the same time, behind the pink-haired girl on the screen, a dense sea of ​​bullet comments flowed, and she reached out to the outside world, as if extending an invitation to Maruyama Aya in reality.

The radiant idol, Maruyama Aya, invites the insecure and tearful Maruyama Aya. And the weak Maruyama Aya, through her invitation, seems to have the luck to grasp the star she longs for, and her wish comes true.

[President: The composition is pretty good, isn't it?]

[President: The promotional tagline is "Please hold tight to the star of your dreams," which captures roughly the feeling. Your performance on stage with your teammates was dazzling, and as your supporters, the agency and I will do our utmost. My initial goal was to provide you with a place to shine...]

Before the short text sent by Jin Zhaozhi could be scrolled to the bottom, the transparent liquid that was flashing across the various colored picture tubes on the screen started to drip down, making a soft pattering sound. Then, the screen became unreadable.

Maruyama Aya, who is prone to tears and easily cries, burst into tears again.

Maruyama Aya usually appears gentle and soft-spoken, but when asked about her thoughts on the band by Ima Teruyuki, she was so nervous that she couldn't speak and ended up crying and apologizing to the president.

This startled Jin Zhaozhi, who rarely panicked, as she thought she had touched on some painful memory.

She wiped her face, thankfully it only looked like her eyes were a little red. "Um, I'm going to the restroom."

"Ah."

Bai Lu Qian Sheng nodded in response, then continued explaining the band's upcoming plans: "Today we're practicing the original version of 'Weak Water Three Thousand,' the arrangement of which is slightly different from the previous DJ version..."

......

【I'm CaiCai: Thank you】

Looking at the e, Ima Teruyuki was surprised that Maruyama Ayaji only sent 3 replies half an hour later. The few sentences he sent half an hour ago should have been read by now. He was probably busy practicing.

This is also why e gets criticized; it's very troublesome when people know that you've read their message but aren't replying.

He's currently in Shimokitazawa with Arale Nakamachi in a LiveHose studio called Strry. The audience isn't large, less than a third of the SPCE's.

Arale Nakamachi was still wearing her usual casual outfit, mostly light yellow and pink, which exuded youthful energy. She pulled out a bottle of vintage marble soda from somewhere.

"Um. This is a Ramune soda I bought for you."

"Thank you."

Jin Zhaozhi was somewhat surprised that she actually remembered this matter.

People come to LiveHose to see live performances, of course. Before long, the stage lights came on, and a blue-haired bassist and a blonde drummer with a side ponytail looked ready.

"Hello everyone, we are the End Band!..."

"End" is a Japanese word with the kanji meaning "to end" or "to tie".

As she introduced herself, a mysterious cardboard box next to her was wriggling and shaking.

"what is this?"

Arale Nakamachi scratched her face, somewhat confused.

She had only brought Jin Zhaozhi here because she'd heard Strry was a niche, boutique livehouse, but last time she didn't understand how it operated, and this time it's another mysterious performance...

What if Jin Zhaozhi thinks her taste is terrible and doesn't want to go out with her for research next time? (Er)

Other viewers also began to whisper with doubt, utterly bewildered by the wriggling cardboard box.

Not long after, the band's introductions ended, and the bassist and drummer began to play, a muffled sound faintly emanating from the cardboard box. It might be a guitar, but it could be something else entirely.

Jin Zhaozhi listened for a while, then remained silent.

The band that ended the show was really bad; it didn't even sound as good as Crychic. Luckily, I was just hanging out with a blonde girl, so I sipped my marble soda as a snack and managed to listen.

"Have you gathered any material?"

Arale Nakamachi let out a meow, or perhaps a fox's cry: "How could this be...?"

Jin Zhaozhi confirmed her statement: "Indeed, this band is strange. It's mostly just the bassist and drummer; the guitarist's playing is a mystery. They might as well just put a stray cat on the guitar..."

"However, this location is good. I'll go and talk to Manager Strry later."

Main text: Chapter 37 (from Chapter 36) You're bankrupt, I'll support you.

The lack of technical skill is one thing, since many of these are new bands and can improve gradually; the real problem is the poor coordination between the band members, with the guitarist practically encased in a cardboard box.

After the band finished playing, the audience's reaction wasn't exactly lukewarm, but rather perplexed. Amidst low murmurs, the blonde girl chuckled awkwardly and left the stage, the cardboard box slowly crawling away like a worm.

As for the blue-haired bassist, he seemed relatively calm and even waved to the audience.

"Are you leaving?"

Arale Nakamachi whispered to Imaizumi.

Jin Zhaozhi nodded and left the studio with her, preparing to depart.

Arale Nakamachi's expression was written all over her face; she looked rather sullen. She had wasted her time with Teruyuki Ima on this mysterious band; she simply didn't know what to say.

The blonde store manager at the front desk looked at the two of them, hesitating to speak: "There are still a few shows to go."

“There’s still a lot of room for growth. Cardboard boxes are really rock and roll.” Jin Zhaozhi spoke tactfully, after all, the blond drummer in the stands looked a lot like the store manager, and they might even be relatives.

"Really, sigh."

Ichi Hoshika felt somewhat helpless.

She was a somewhat arrogant person who usually didn't speak too bluntly, but the end of the band's performance was so disastrous that she was too embarrassed to ask the customers to stay.

"In addition, is your store interested in transferring the operating rights? I like many aspects of your store."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I opened this shop to support my sister's music career. You saw her performance just now, and she still has a long way to go. For her sake, please forgive me for declining."

Ijichi Hoshika replied apologetically.

Why don't we just have you and your sister join the agency?

This is what Jin Zhaozhi was thinking, but he didn't say it aloud.

He said with some regret, taking out his business card: "Okay, if your sister has any ideas about making a mainstream debut or working online with a virtual avatar, she can contact me."

Actually, he didn't think LiveHose was that helpful to his music career. If it was about providing a performance venue, even his small agency would be much better.

Ichi Hoshika glanced at the name on the business card and was somewhat surprised.

Jin Zhaozhi was also surprised:

"Has the store manager heard of me?"

Ichi Seika said, "Our LiveHose store manager has a small group chat, and someone in the group said that Ms. Tsuzuki talked about you. She is very optimistic about your and the artist next to you's future. Everyone in our small group is very envious of you, and feels that you can get a lot of help from her."

"...Haha, so it's Ms. Tsuzuki. Indeed."

The smile in the photo today looks somewhat forced.

After chatting with Ijichi Seika for a while longer, and being promised a free show after the band's next performance, he left the LiveHose with Nakamachi Arale. Why is Tsuzuki Shifune's influence so pervasive in Tokyo? Just how much power does she wield in the music industry? Is it really impossible to avoid her?

On the train back, Arale Nakamachi chatted with him in hushed tones.

"Manager, are you investing again?"

Jin Zhao nodded and enthusiastically introduced his vision:

"Yes. I want to run my own LiveHose, a music complex with modern stage equipment. I'm confident it has excellent commercial prospects given the current innovations in stage plays! That's at least six months from now; for now, the focus is still on the agency..."

"..." Arale Nakamachi hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

She seemed to want to say something, fidgeting with the ends of her golden hair, and finally just stared at Jin Zhao with her pink eyes.

Her pink eyes are beautiful.

The emotions conveyed are also quite evident.

Imaizumi explained seriously, "These are all uncontrollable factors. The Red Leaf Coffee Shop was the whims of that capricious old man, and the stock market was due to internal family power struggles..."

He's not someone who denies his failures, but it's something that can't be subjectively avoided.

Arale Nakamachi propped her face up with one hand, her golden hair shimmering between her fingers and cascading down her arm like a waterfall, as if the sunlight had melted into a tangible gold.

She listened patiently to Jin Zhaozhi's explanation of the first two failures, nodding and encouraging him: "Yes, I'm relieved to see that the store manager hasn't been defeated."

What she was really thinking was that Jin Zhaozhi was probably going to lose money on this investment again.

Aside from his independent management of the firm after acquiring it, and his reluctance to delegate operational strategies to others, his other investments, which are less affected by subjective factors, such as coffee shops and stocks, have consistently resulted in losses.

If even the firm can't cover his losses in the end... and if the boss goes bankrupt due to losses, who will support him if she doesn't support him?

Arale Nakamachi pondered silently and made up her mind.

　￣澪似三＋—瘤缌sOSO: When Jinzhao goes bankrupt, let her support him.

From now on, she'll save most of the salary her agency pays her, starting with what isn't a lot of money in Tokyo. This is all to prepare for any unforeseen circumstances.

"Manager, if, I mean if."

With a cryptic tone, she tentatively leaned closer to Jin Zhaozhi and said, "If you ever accidentally go bankrupt due to some unforeseen and unforeseen event... you can ask me for help."

For her, saying "I'll take care of you" was too direct, so Arale Nakamachi took a roundabout approach, saying, "At least, I can provide you with a place to stay and hot meals, you know?"

Even at this level, it took a tremendous amount of courage from her.

Her cheeks burned as if under the direct sunlight on an island, and the pounding of her heart gradually drowned out the whispers of the other passengers on the train. Arale Nakamachi was filled with anticipation, waiting for his answer.

"My firm and I will not lose."

Jin Zhao's tone was resolute and confident.

Arale Nakamachi: "......"

The blonde girl turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

Meanwhile, on other trains heading to Shibuya.

A woman in her early twenties, wearing jeans and sitting with her legs crossed, was playing with her long, platinum blonde hair while talking on the phone. "Just so you know," she said, "my compositions aren't up to par with the professional music scene anymore. They're only for bands. And I can be quite stubborn about certain aspects of music, you know...?"