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

When she checked with her father to confirm his arrival, she saw the message she had just received:

[Father, have you arrived yet?]

[Toyokawa Kiyotaka: I can't live with you anymore.]

In an instant, Toyokawa Shoko felt as if she had lost the ability to speak.

Father, can't live with me anymore?

Where is Father going? Why can't we live together anymore? What happened to Father? ...

Countless confusions filled her.

She reluctantly put down her phone, looked at her bandmates who cared about her, and tried to say something, but no sound came out of her mouth. Like a fish out of water, she could only breathe in vain.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe...

"!" Toyokawa Shoko clenched her fists.

"Shoko!" Nagasaki Motoyo exclaimed as she saw Toyokawa Shoko suddenly run out of the lounge. She quickly followed him out, and the other members followed suit.

While waiting outside the lounge, Jin Zhaozhi was watching his artist sing a traditional Chinese style DJ routine when he suddenly saw the young lady with light blue twin ponytails running out in front of him, her steps hurried and her expression indescribable.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" He seemed a little confused.

What could cause such emotional fluctuations in the young lady?

Drop drop drop.

The bank where his stock account was held called.

As soon as Jin Zhaozhi answered the phone, he was about to exchange pleasantries when he heard the staff member's urgent voice: "Mr. Jin! Please check the news I sent you immediately, Toyokawa Real Estate!"

What happened to Toyokawa Real Estate?

Jin Zhaozhi's voice deepened as he opened a news page and quickly began reading.

At first glance, he noticed several key words:

Toyokawa Realty has collapsed!

Company president Kiyoshi Toyokawa was defrauded of 168 billion yen; the suspect fled overseas and the money cannot be recovered…

Main text: Chapter 18 (Previous Chapter 17): I Was Set Up by a Tycoon

Now, just like Toyokawa Shoko, Jin Zhaozhi is looking down at his phone with an incredulous expression, as if "I'm in trouble" is written all over his face.

Financial news outlets, like sharks smelling blood, began reporting on it in droves:

[Breaking News! Tokyo financial news reports that a Minato Ward real estate seller has disappeared, absconding with donated funds. President Kiyoshi Toyokawa confirms he was defrauded of 168 billion yen and is currently declining interviews...]

[Toyokawa Properties suffers a major setback, falling below the limit down! Financial experts analyze that the fraud case will not affect the overall financial situation of Toyokawa TGW Group, but it will cause the market to lose confidence in the criticized "incompetent" Toyokawa Seikan. Unless a change in leadership is made at the last minute, Toyokawa Properties will lose favor from investors...]

[Take you through the whole story of the 168 billion yen fraud case! Why is President Toyokawa, who gave a spirited speech at the business building just days ago, facing the dilemma of resignation? Rumors say...]

"..."

Jin Zhaozhi covered his head.

When a gambler loses at all-in, he experiences a suffocating feeling, as if someone is grabbing his neck and he is feeling that suffocation.

Several seconds passed before he came to his senses, still feeling dizzy.

His fingers stiffly tapped the stock trading app, watching Fengchuan Real Estate's stock price plummet. Within minutes, it had already dropped 5%, reaching the daily limit down, and then continued to fall.

In other words, he has already lost two million.

Japan doesn't have a daily price limit; instead, it has a similar mechanism called "price limit," which suspends trading when a stock's price fluctuates by a certain percentage above the previous day's closing price. This is largely meaningless, as the Tokyo Stock Exchange's limit is 30%, which does nothing to alleviate market panic.

"But this doesn't make sense!"

He was puzzled.

As the news reports, Toyokawa TGW Group is not short of 168 billion yen at all, and Toyokawa Kiyoshi himself probably doesn't lack that much money either, yet he has been nailed to the pillar of shame for "incompetence".

The problem is, who would dare to defraud the Toyokawa zaibatsu of 168 billion yen? Would they risk their lives?

If it's a business war between conglomerates, then it comes down to scale again; 168 billion yen can't accomplish anything.

"The only possibility is that Toyokawa Kiyoko has been framed. Someone deliberately wants to get rid of him and remove him from his positions as president of Toyokawa Real Estate and heir to the Toyokawa family..."

Jin Zhaozhi muttered to himself, feeling as if he had stumbled upon the darkness within a conglomerate, a place often mentioned in fantasy novels from his past life, and was being casually spun around by the hand of capital.

Arale Nakamachi was closest to Shoko Toyokawa. When she chased after her out of the lounge, she saw Teruyuki Ima slumped in a chair, looking confused and somewhat dejected, clutching his phone tightly.

It's just like the defeat cutscene in a game.

Terakamachi Arale walked up to him, hesitating as if to say something: "Manager...?"

Ba: "I'm fine."

Yang Jinzhao put down his phone, looking somewhat melancholy.

There was no sobbing or emotional breakdown, because the principal for buying stocks was given by the losing system, and the firm didn't need to inject any more funds.

However, he was in great pain.

3. He opened a coffee shop next to LiveHose, but the SPCE boss suddenly decided to close it down; he bought real estate stocks that were in a good market mood, but the president was tricked and he also got slapped in the face.

His operation seemed fine, but he kept encountering strange situations. Was he truly a business failure who could only make money using a losing system?

If this continues, he'll be losing hundreds of millions of yen by the end of this cycle!

"I haven't asked yet." Arale Nakamachi crossed her arms, showing a helpless expression.

She carefully observed Jin Zhaozhi's expression, leaned closer, and asked in a low voice, "Manager, um, did you lose money again? Are you alright now?"

Did you lose money again?

Jin Zhaozhi suddenly understood the feeling of the language of comics piercing the heart.

He forced a smile: "I'm fine... I've been playing the stock market lately and lost a little money, but it won't affect the normal operation of the coffee shop and the firm."

"My mother always said never to touch the stock market under any circumstances."

Arale Nakamachi sat down next to him and began to advise, "But what's done is done, so don't think about it anymore, Manager. I remember you said you wanted the agency to get investment from Toyokawa TGW Group because they have a lot of resources? I can help you contact Toyokawa..."

Upon hearing this surname, Jin Zhaozhi immediately developed PTSD: "No! No need, thank you..."

If he ever trusts any of Fengchuan Group's projects again, he's a dog! He completely disregards the feelings of the group's shareholders and starts fighting amongst themselves. How can such a disgusting thing happen?

He will no longer have any connection with Toyokawa TGW Group. From now on, he will focus on his music career and run a live streaming company. He will invest in promising bands and organize their concerts. But he'd better not let TGW Group give him any opportunities; if he does, he will definitely seize them.

"Xiao Lei! Have you seen Xiao Xiang?"

The rest of the Crychic members also jogged over.

Arale Nakamachi shook her head: "She just ran away, and she won't reply to my messages."

Shiina Tatsuki was completely baffled: "Me too, all the messages I sent her are unread. What's wrong with Shoko? She was doing just fine during her performance."

On the contrary, Wakaba Mutsu looked somewhat guilty.

She was shielded behind Nagasaki Motoyo and Shiina Tatsuki, and kept her head down, so Arale and the two of them didn't see her. Only Ima Teruyuki noticed Wakaba Mutsumi's unhappy expression.

He didn't understand the relationships between the girl groups and remained silent.

However, I had a few bold guesses in mind.

The only people who could make Toyokawa Shoko lose her composure like this, besides her close friends and the current members of Crychic, are her family. Coincidentally, her father, Toyokawa Kiyoko, had just had an accident.

"Could it be that Toyokawa Shoko also owns Toyokawa Real Estate stock, and that she also suffered huge losses?"

Jin Zhaozhi silently pondered.

Because of Toyokawa Shoko's abrupt departure, Crychic had to cancel the small celebration party they had booked. The group arranged their next practice time, sent a message to Toyokawa Shoko, and then went home.

On his way home, a news article popped up on his phone:

[Sankei Shimbun Newsletter: Kiyoshi Toyokawa has resigned to take responsibility for the company's actions, and has been relieved of all his positions within the Toyokawa Group. Most of his positions will be temporarily assumed by the current group manager, Sadaharu Toyokawa...]

"it is as expected."

Jin Zhao thought to himself, "Just as I suspected."

Toyokawa Shoko's father, Toyokawa Kiyoko, has run into trouble.

As the next successor, Toyokawa Kiyoshi made such a basic mistake that he can no longer explain it to the Toyokawa Group. What's truly unexpected is that he will lose all his positions instead of being reassigned to a small subsidiary to start over. Whether this is due to his own arrogance or the group's ruthless pursuit of him is unclear.

Main text: Chapter 19 (Previous Chapter 18: Classic Penguin Oink)

Having been slapped once by a powerful conglomerate, Jin Zhaozhi has become much more obedient.

On his way back, he pondered for a long time. The money was given by the system, so he had to accept the loss. After losing it, he needed to figure out where he went wrong so that he could avoid making the same mistake again and falling into the trap set by the Toyokawa family.

As for where he went wrong, his mistake was that he shouldn't have entered the venue in the first place.

There's a saying that goes, "What's the point of trading stocks if you don't have inside information?"

No wonder the system discourages stock trading and prohibits leverage; it's too easy to lose money in the stock market. He'll get his revenge on the Fengchuan Group for being fleeced this time, and he'll bully their idols mercilessly.

"...Forget it, stop daydreaming and just focus on the band."

Jin Zhaozhi sighed.

He took stock of his manpower.

The lead vocalist is Nakamachi Arale, the drummer is Nyan Yume, and Chihaya is half a member. He also needs a guitarist, a bassist, and someone to coordinate the whole performance, who could be a violinist or a keyboardist.

The student band Crychic had a shorter lifespan than he had imagined. Toyokawa Shoko definitely wasn't in the mood to continue playing in the band and would find a reason to disband it, thus freeing Nakamachi Arale from the ordeal.

Based on the way Toyokawa Shoko disbanded the band, he could also get a glimpse into the personality of this eldest daughter of the Toyokawa family and see what kind of person she really was.

Her biological father dismissed her from all her posts. If Toyokawa Shoko could still form a band, she would be this one.

"Let's go and get to know Takamatsu." Imaizumi made up her mind.

Perfect timing! The agency's first batch of five virtual characters have all been drawn and are now being processed by Live2D artists into animated virtual characters. The process will take about a month, and we can start selecting the actors first.

The predicament of small firms is also reflected in their inability to recruit staff.

Takamatsu Tama has a somewhat literary and girlish air about her, which is quite unique. Maybe she really does have the talent to become a virtual YouTuber.

If he were given a few five-time champions in amateur singing competitions, he wouldn't need to worry about forming a band himself. He could just debut as a duo with Arale Nakamachi and crush them with sheer numbers.

Toshima Ward, Tokyo, Mejiro 2-chome.

Chitoge Trail Bridge.

At the street corner, Imaizumi peeked out and spotted the Takamatsu lantern on the bridge. The petite, gray-haired girl gripped the handrail of the pedestrian bridge, staring blankly at the falling petals.

"Takamatsu Akari."

Looking back on the past, I greeted him.

Takamatsu Akari had clearly noticed him long ago; she turned her head and looked at him with her pink eyes. Just as Imaizumi was waiting for her reaction, she didn't say anything, but instead let out a soft hum.

What does that humming mean?

He had prepared many lines of dialogue, able to say things that Gao Songdeng would like to hear, depending on her different reactions and personality. But Gao Songdeng didn't say anything at all, only humming, which left him a little at a loss.

Jin Zhaozhi continued, finding a topic of conversation: "When I visited the surrounding neighbors, they mentioned you. They said you are a genius who is very good at using pen and poetry to describe the pathos of things."

What is "mono no aware" (the pathos of things)?

Gao Songdeng finally spoke, though he seemed somewhat confused.

The sound was so soft that he could barely hear it.

Jin Zhaozhi breathed a sigh of relief. At least Takamatsu Akari wasn't the kind of person who never said a word, like Wakaba Mutsu. His seemingly autistic nature was just an appearance. As long as he could communicate, that was fine.

"Mono no aware is the subtle feeling and resonance that people have with all things in the world when they come into contact with the outside world. Perceiving the sentiment of things and naturally expressing feelings is what is called mono no aware literature."

He stroked his chin, gazing in the same direction as Takamatsu Akari, looking at the flowers that were almost completely withered. Summer was approaching, summer vacation was almost here, and spring was almost over.

"Takamatsu Akari, you must be the kind of person who is sensitive but clumsy in expressing yourself, right? You have a lot of emotions that ordinary people can't feel. I'm Imaizumi, who lives downstairs. I'm also a talent scout and I'm looking for someone who is interested in a job like a radio host."

Kon Teruyuki keeps hinting.

Gao Songdeng nodded: "I... am indeed very bad at expressing myself, and I've lost a lot of friends."

And then, nothing more; silence continued.

Seemingly sensing Jin Zhaozhi's thoughts, Gao Songdeng proactively handed over a notebook. "Um. Are you interested in this? These are some of my usual drawings."

“Swoosh” [Swoosh: '?≥〔yi戮□！［綺b什么？]