Chapter 164

Chapter 164 Foodie Director, Furukawa Shinsuna.

The gray clouds that floated in the sky yesterday have disappeared, replaced by dazzling sunshine, and the surrounding world seems to be re-dyed with colorful colors: blue window glass, snow-white exterior walls, bright signs, silver Shinkansen passing through the city center, cars of various colors, Tokyo has become colorful again.

Akita Shoin Building, President's Office.

A young man is sitting in front of the office, looking at this year's Q2 quarterly report.

The physical version of "Firefly Forest" has also been successfully published. Although the sales volume is definitely not as good as "Four Lies" because it has been released on the Internet, many people still rush to illustrations, collections, etc., and the sales volume has reached one million copies, plus two copies of "Four Lies".

Akita Shoin's revenue growth in Q2 reached an exaggerated existence, as high as 268%, and in the field of light novels, it reached an extremely terrifying 912%.

Although the previous three major families have accumulated a basic base for many years.

Even though Akita Academy has grown rapidly and is far ahead, there is still a little gap in size.

But there is no doubt that their Autumn Academy has become an extremely eye-catching presence in the publishing industry.

Seeing this, the young man chuckled and said, "I'm afraid that if the old guys who withdrew their shares knew about it, they would be so angry that they would be hospitalized."

He raised his hand and looked at the jumping hands of the luxury watch.

"I think the Publishing Association is about the same."

After saying that, he drank the black coffee he used to refresh himself in the morning.

He got up and walked to the glass wall, looking at the slightly dazzling sunlight outside.

Suddenly, his mobile phone rang.

His assistant Uehara Asami sent him the latest news from the Neon Publishing Association.

When he heard the news, he couldn't help but be startled.

But he quickly controlled his emotions and muttered to himself:

"Did the Publishing Association give the seat on the board of directors to Tokugawa Publishing?"

"Did they skip us?"

"What do you mean they secretly chose in the middle of the night?"

The president couldn't help but clench his fists. His voice was very cold, and he paused for a moment, and the chill in his words became stronger and stronger.

Soon, the assistant sent him another message: the content was a routine invitation. The Publishing Association invited the Akita family to attend tonight's social reception on the grounds that Akita Shoin was a member of the Tokyo Publishing Association.

This reception was quite important.

It involved the latest regulations of the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology on the publishing industry, as well as the association's division of publishing resources.

"Are you so impatient?"

"Asami, please inform the other directors except Director Nanahara that today's board meeting is cancelled."

"By the way, reply to the people of the Publishing Association that our Akita Shoin will definitely go there to show its support." The young man replied indifferently.

......

When Nanahara Yu came to Akita Shoin, he learned about the Publishing Association's reception.

He was a little speechless.

But there was a reason for everything, and he could understand it.

He looked up at the two people in front of him. One of them was the president whom Nanahara Yuu was quite familiar with. His surname was Akita, but he had no impression of his specific name.

But the president seemed to be very shy about his name.

"Could it be Fugui?" Nanahara Yuu thought with some evil taste.

As for the other person, she was a young woman with a very good appearance.

She was holding a bag of shortbread in her hand. She seemed to have never stopped talking since they met. I heard that she was one of the directors of Akita Academy like Nanahara Yuu. Her name was Furukawa Shinsuna, and she was a top student who returned from Harvard.

But at least from the outside, it was indeed hard to tell that she was a top student.

Not only did her eyes always have a sense of wisdom like Aqua, but also the bulging and exaggerated chest in front of her, which basically guessed that she should not have a brain.

The president looked at her, crossed his arms, and said lightly: "Director Furukawa Shin, I shouldn't have asked you to stay too?"

After Furukawa Shinsuna swallowed the shortbread, she frowned in dissatisfaction and said: "Little Mami told me that you are going to attend the cocktail party of the Publishing Association next. There are not only snacks made by Master Muller specially airlifted back from France, but also an Australian lobster for each participant. You actually asked me to go back? Humph."

President: "..."

Nanara Yu: "..."

The president was silent for a moment, and said with a headache: "Then you go, but you two have to change clothes first."

......

Night fell.

In the back seat of the luxurious business car, Nanara Yu was resting with his eyes closed.

He was forced by Furukawa Shinsuna to change into a black evening dress with a plain white bow tie on his collar.

Now he looks like a noble and elegant artist.

He originally wanted to pick a simple suit, but Furukawa Shin said that a suit would lack youthfulness on him, and an evening dress would be just right.

Nanahara Yuu didn't say anything.

Anyway, he felt that none of them were as comfortable as Uniqlo's T-shirts.

But if he wore a T-shirt.

He would most likely be kicked out.

"Nanahara, how did you do it?" Furukawa Shin came over with a macaron round cake and asked curiously.

At this moment, Furukawa Shin changed into a silver evening dress inlaid with crystals. The hollowed-out front of the chest was very exaggerated, which made Nanahara Yuu always unable to help but cast his eyes over it.

But after being baptized by Teacher Jing, he would only secretly look at it once... or twice each time.

It must be said that sometimes eating more is useful.

How about letting Yukino eat more every now and then? ...he thought wickedly in his heart.

Nanabahara Yu tilted his head, looked at Furukawa Shinuna, and asked: "Sister Shina, how did you do that?"

This was what Furukawa Shinsuna asked him to call him, and he was happy with it. After all, Furukawa Shin's surname was really too long and it was really inconvenient to shout it.

"Light novel, of course it is a light novel."

Furukawa Shen hurriedly swallowed the macaron in his mouth and said with wide eyes.

Seeing Shen Furukawa fuming, Yu Nanabahara became more playful.

"Well, Sister Ouna, I'm a little hungry. Give me that bag of macarons and I'll tell you." Nanabahara Yu said with a smile.

Furukawa Shen flashed her beautiful eyes and said hesitantly: "No, no... I can only give you one at most!"

Nanabahara Yu raised his eyebrows, looked at Furukawa Shin, narrowed his eyes and said:

"Sister Ouna, this is my biggest secret in light novels. You want to bribe me with just a macaron?"

Furukawa Shinsuna was stunned.

It seems true, light novels are Nanabahara’s trump card.

How could you tell others so easily.

Furukawa Shen pursed his lips and whispered in Qi Yuan's ear: "Then how can you tell me..."

She spoke very carefully, as if she was worried about others hearing her and leaking out.

Nanabahara Yu raised his eyebrows again and said with a smile: "I have to order two macarons no matter what."

"Just two?" Furukawa Shen widened his beautiful eyes, a little surprised.

Immediately afterwards, she quickly took out two small round cakes from the bag and handed them to Qiyuan, "Here, here they are for you. Come on, come on."

The excitement in her bright eyes could not be concealed.

"Write more and read more, as long as you are familiar with it." Taking the small round cake, Nanabahara Yu replied casually.

Write more and read more, is it that simple?

Furukawa Shen was confused and his eyebrows stood up: "You are bluffing me!"

She snatched the macaron back from Yu Nanabahara's hand, put both of them into her mouth and ate them directly.

Looking at the little fat girl devouring her food, Nanabahara Yu was stunned.

Seeing the off-kilter personality of his childhood sweetheart, the president, who watched the entire story silently, couldn't help but raise his forehead.

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