Tokyo Sound

“Actually, I previously worked at Dentsu.”

"Oh my god, that's amazing." Yin Ze was a little surprised.

In Japan, there are two broad advertising companies, and in a narrow sense, it refers specifically to Dentsu [Note: Japan's top advertising company founded in 1901]. All the well-known groups in Japan, such as Wuling [Note: derived from Japan's Mitsubishi Group] and Sony, have their advertising budgets handed over to this company.

Dentsu is responsible for the production and placement of these massive television, newspaper and magazine advertisements, as well as the public relations in this regard.

Print media and television stations have to act according to their mood and are also the breadwinners of Japanese artists.

"Why are you carrying the bucket? It's such a pity. So many people want to squeeze in but can't. Work hard and get promoted to the top. Although you can't become a superstar, you can become the husband that superstars rely on." Yin Ze sighed with regret.

"Don't be silly. Even if I'm a team leader, I may not get my turn even if I make it to the end of Heisei. In that kind of place, the employees are just screws that don't need emotions. Everyone works all night long, the air is frozen, and no one dares to complain about being tired or sleepy. Even if you move your butt off the chair or run away from the computer because of an earthquake or fire, you will feel guilty."

Kashiwa Ippei took out a cigarette from somewhere and lit it.

"But the newcomers, those who got in through the back door, can enjoy the relaxed working life that is only seen in idol dramas. I work overtime for at least 96 hours a month. I only sleep 4 hours a day, and I don't know what life is all about."

"Life is still more important, it's better to run away." Yin Ze sighed.

"It's not that easy to leave, after all, you left a big company like Dentsu. Everyone will think that there must be something wrong with you, or that you are incompetent. I also worked for two years before applying for resignation. Damn it, if you want to leave, you have to work twice as hard first."

Kashiwai Ippei was a little sad.

"In this place, any organization loves to shirk responsibility. Even now, people still use faxes. Even if they sit at the desks in front and behind each other, they still email each other because this is evidence. If you are late, something goes wrong, and it is different from what was agreed upon, they can throw the evidence at you and pretend nothing happened."

"A lot of people throw the blame to the sky, and when a problem really occurs, they gather around and panic, but no one solves it, and no one is willing to stand up. In the end, when there is nothing else to do, they use the weapon called 'atmosphere' and pick someone unlucky to take the blame. The unlucky person doesn't think about what to do, and just apologizes and says he's very sorry. If it's really serious, he'll probably jump off the platform or the railroad tracks."

"No wonder so many people like Oda Nobunaga." Yin Ze thought for a moment and said, "I envy that kind of freedom, not to mention that his death was so artistic."

"It's a pity that the winner is Tokugawa-san, the representative of our country's turtle faction." Kashiwa Ippei took over the conversation, and then said, "You know everything, right?"

"After you woke me up with a phone call, I had already looked up a rough idea online when I came here." Yin Ze said deeply, "Planning, my superman."

"This project has collapsed, the sequel is doomed, there is no way to save it, and even the entire series may collapse." Kashiwai Ippei sighed.

"Another evil entertainment product that squeezed the wallets of otakus has disappeared in the tide of the times. The world has become peaceful, and the hard-earned pocket money has survived. This is cause for celebration," Yin Ze concluded.

"Your efforts have been wasted. After something like this happened, I don't know how long the character will be shelved." Kashiwai Ippei said regretfully.

"It's pretty much the same as the guys next door who make games. This kind of thing happens every year. Either the project is canceled halfway through, or it dies in the womb before it goes online. There are too many of them." Yin Ze was not frustrated and remained optimistic.

"Why aren't you discouraged at all?" Kashiwa Ippei wondered, "If Matsuoka knew about this, he would be depressed for at least a week."

"Nonsense, no one consumes it, no one buys it, and it's not my income that's lost. As for the salary for the role, it has been paid long ago." Yin Ze seemed nonchalant.

"Even in this situation, you are still so petty and mercenary." Kashiwa Ippei sighed, "It's obvious that we are all in this together. Now that "King of the Idols 2" is on fire, won't you also be in trouble?"

"We live in a society ruled by law now. There shouldn't be any extremists who would pour gasoline on me and then light a match and throw it at me, right?" Yin Ze had a serious expression.

"You're still in the mood to joke. I took a quick look at your account earlier, and there were a bunch of people cursing you." Kashiwai Ippei shook his head.

"Is it true? Let me take a look." Yin Ze raised his eyebrows and took out his cell phone.

"Do you really want to see it? I suggest you pretend to be dead and avoid the limelight. Cyberbullying may not sound dangerous, but it is extremely harmful to your mental health, especially when you are being criticized and despised by everyone. You will not be able to defend yourself even if you speak a hundred words." Kashiwai Ippei kindly advised.

Men disagree.

As long as they don't really chop me down with a knife along the network cable, what's there to be afraid of? My ambition is higher than the sky!

Yin Ze skillfully opened the APP, entered his personal account, and checked the latest comments and private messages.

In fact, his account was created at the request of the company, and it was also subject to regulations. The most important thing was that the operation team cooperated with him. But now he is just a small shrimp, no one cares about him, and no one comes to point fingers at him. At most, he gets verbal greetings, forwards advertisements, and copies and pastes some promotional lines.

So for a long time I was just tinkering with it.

As an intensive surfing expert and internet addict, he naturally surfs the Internet every day, often sharing some funny stories. Occasionally, out of personal interest, he posts completely meaningless comments such as "Great" and "You are a big shot, I'm dead" on hardcore painting articles and videos.

The latest update on his Twitter account is a set of beautiful photos of amateur beauties that he forwarded at 9 o'clock last night. The number of comments has now soared to over 700, which is obviously not something that can be achieved under normal circumstances.

I clicked in to take a look out of curiosity.

"Why don't you just die, you hypocritical fellow?"

"Your updates are all about women and jokes. A loser like you who lives a life of shame must have a very unhappy life, right?"

"I hope you get hit by a car and become a vegetable when you go out, hehe"

"Your voice makes me sick! Stop being a voice actor! Get out of here!"

"I searched and found that all the voice actors are passers-by, which is good and in line with your ability. As for the latest work, don't have any illusions, please go to hell with the operator."

"Do you know how outrageous the things you and that group of people did were?!"

"You're just a clown"

……

Kashiwa Ippei had already thought of some chicken soup to heal someone's soul, intending to mend someone's broken soul, but after waiting for a long time, nothing unusual happened. And someone seemed to be getting more and more excited?

After a few seconds, he suddenly laughed?

It's over, this is going crazy.

In the past, he had seen colleagues who became moody and neurotic due to excessive stress.

"Listen to me, be strong and don't take it to heart." Kashiwa Ichihiro looked sad.

"No one called me ugly. I didn't expect that these people were angry and vicious but still had clear minds and good eyes." Yin Ze smiled slightly, then buried his head in watching with relish, as interested as if he was following a TV series.

"..."

Basically, the top ten posts each received around 700 to 800 comments. The most commented on post was the one that was pinned due to the agency's assignment, which congratulated the completion of Dark Reincarnation Fantasy, the record-breaking sales of the original work, and looked forward to a bright future.

I received more than 1,300 insults.

"You're a minor character who died after one episode, and you're pretending to be the main character and giving a speech here, are you worthy enough?"

"I hope you die in the explosion too"

"You are a fourth-rate voice actor who only knows how to act pretentiously and strain your voice to look cool. Could you please stop getting in the way? Maybe you should be able to voice the pigs in Animal World."

"Riding on the popularity? Does this work's success have anything to do with you? But the success of the sequel to The King of Idols has a lot to do with you! Remember this well!"

"You and your performance make me laugh"

……

"There aren't many quality ones here, Far East Islanders, is that all?" Yin Ze muttered as he scrolled.

Kashiwa Ippei silently bit the straw and drank the milk.

"Hey, I wasn't just scolded. Some people even spoke up for me." Yin Ze said again.

"Maybe he's your fan." Kashiwa Ippei finally smiled. "After all, you have good conditions and you've participated in broadcasts more or less. Good quality TV series and so on also have exposure."

"No, it seems that because I post beautiful women and funny things all day long, some people follow me as a photography and comedy collection blogger for convenience, and ask in the comments what happened." Yin Ze pondered.

"..."

The man looked at it for a few more minutes, and finally gave up in disappointment, entered the editing interface, and began typing.

"I say, you're not cursing back, are you?" Kashiwai Ippei immediately became alert.

"No, I was responding to the cold-blooded group of sharp-edged swordsmen in a more mature way."

Kashiwa Ippei was amazed by the man's unshakable attitude in the face of harsh words, and his ability to remain calm even when faced with sudden changes. Based on his experience, this flexible mentality has already approached the half-dead state among the six states of office workers, and is only one step away from the state of licking the boss's shoes.

Now, after having tasted the knife so many times, he vowed to respond and deal with the situation in a mature and steady manner, which made the agent feel a little expectant and curious.

"Okay, it's sent." The man purred, snapped his fingers, and uploaded it.

Kashiwa Ippei simply took out his mobile phone and went to the person's homepage for pushing the number.

Posted by Takizawa Satoru 2 seconds ago.

"I would like to express my sincerest apologies to those who have felt uncomfortable or offended by my performance. My professional skills are rude and need to be improved. I will study hard and work harder in the future. Thank you very much for your encouragement!"

Kashiwa Ippei frowned, holding his phone and looking left and right, he felt that there was only one word between the lines - coward.

"What effect will your words have?"

"Indeed, no. But even if I don't write it now, won't the company still ask me to write it later?" Yin Ze put his hands in his pockets leisurely, crossed his feet and looked at the female high school student who was on the road not far away.

"That's true." Kashiwa Ippei sighed, "It will be my turn to apologize soon."

……

Sakura Ayane was very angry.

To be precise, I'm almost furious.

She held her phone and fought back against those irritating comments with her fingers tapping away. After a while, she simply turned on her computer, logged into the webpage, and fought back with her keyboard.

But honestly speaking, her actions have no value. Every second there are new comments that overshadow her speeches, and her rebuttals are often illogical and sarcastic, leaving her speechless.

The well-behaved girl, who had basically never quarreled with anyone, was so anxious that her face turned red.

After she scrolled to the latest tweet, the girl stopped what she was doing and wiped her eyes helplessly.

"What? Don't give up... You did nothing wrong. Why should you be so gentle to the person who hurt you?"

……

"Sister, why are you so upset? Didn't you sleep well?"

"Ah? No." Uchida Maaya replied.

"...the eggs are burnt." The younger brother reminded helplessly.

"Hmm? Uh, ahh, it's bad, it's bad." Uchida Maaya came to her senses and dealt with it in a hurry.

"Sister, why don't you stop me from trouble? I'll just go to the convenience store and buy some bread for lunch today." The younger brother looked at the time on the wall clock.

"Okay." Uchida Maaya lowered her head, shoveled the burnt eggs into the trash can, and started washing the pot.

"Then I'm going out." The younger brother drank the milk in the cup, grabbed his schoolbag and ran away.

After cleaning the stove, Uchida Maaya sat on the sofa and checked her phone. After hesitating for a while, she selected a contact and sent a message that was a bit incoherent.

"Are you okay?"

Not long after, the phone vibrated.

"No."

Uchida Maaya was silent again.

"I'm researching a new dish recently, and I'd like to invite you to try it. If you have time, please consider it⊙?⊙"

One second later.

"It's my honor!"

Uchida Maaya breathed a sigh of relief. Being alone at home, she unconsciously pursed her lips and smiled shyly.

Chapter 59: Future Warrior

"Life is fifty years long, like a dream or an illusion..."

Shimazaki Nobunaga sat there dejectedly, his eyes were unfocused, and through his lifeless eyes, one could seem to see his cracked heart. The depressing song "風に離い" [Note: a song sung by the Japanese band Amazarashi] was playing in a loop in his headphones.

He was still humming along.

"I dare not work hard to improve myself, for fear that I will eventually find out that I am not a pearl or jade."

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu, who had been forcing himself to be energetic before, was slowly infected and began to look as if he had lost all desire to live.

Only Yin Ze was still normal, busy turning the barbecue on the hot pan.

"But there is still a glimmer of hope in my heart, so I am unwilling to walk with the rubble."

Shimazaki Nobunaga sang and shook his head, reaching out to pick up a piece of well-done meat, half fat and half lean. He dipped it in the sauce, ate it, and continued singing about the unworthiness of life.

"...Can you stop eating and use your hands? Grandpa?" Yin Ze was speechless. This was already the sixth piece of his labor that had been taken away.

"Well, bake it, Matsuoka, and crack an egg." Shimazaki Nobunaga said with his eyes drooping.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu nodded numbly, picked up the raw egg, and gently knocked it on the table to make a crack. However, before he could put it into the pot, the perfect egg broke into pieces and the egg liquid flowed all over the table.

Matsuoka didn't say much. He quietly took some paper to wipe his hands and cleaned the table.

Upon seeing this, Shimazaki Nobunaga gave a bitter smile as if he had seen all the world, and raised the cup beside him. It was obviously orange juice, but it had the spirit of a gangster hero drinking 60° liquor. However, before he could imitate the manly way of wiping his mouth and breathing out, he choked on his trachea and started coughing violently, making a very ugly scene.

Matsuoka considerately handed over the tissue.

"If you can't even do something like beating eggs and drinking water, which is something that only requires hands and is based on biological instinct, what is the value of living in this world?"