FYN Chapter 58 Disclosure
Chapter 58 Disclosure
Disclosure items.
The venue was packed with people, with familiar long queues, familiar merchandise sales points, and the familiar... Kuroda Karito.
But this time he didn't scout for new talent off the field.
In fact, ever since Asuka, he has never been in the mood to do this kind of thing.
Everyone seems a little lacking.
The gap is too big.
Body shape, face, voice...
Agents have a different eye than the general public. They won't be amazed by any pretty woman they see. But when it comes to truly exceptional women, any professional will remember them fondly.
Even knowing that the economic value of appearance is limited before fame, things are valued for their rarity, and the same applies to people.
Occupational hazards are unavoidable.
Of course, Kuroda Karito's obsession was too strong, otherwise he wouldn't have spent so much money to take control of this disclosure.
hateful!
If I can't have a woman, I'll destroy her with my own hands!
No one else is worthy to touch it!
Inside the conference room, Kuroda and his men sat down and stared at the monitor screen.
Only Asuka's father, carrying a bottle of liquor, was slumped drunkenly in a chair.
"Boss, is he going to cause trouble looking like this...?"
"That's exactly the kind of behavior I want."
Kuroda Karihito sneered, "That woman was abused at home since she was a child. I'm afraid she would tremble with fear just from smelling this alcohol."
Kenjiro Endo paid no attention to the contemptuous words spoken inside the room.
He hears even harsher things almost every day, so what's a few more?
Hehehehe, I didn't expect that little money-loser to actually amount to something. Just by smashing her dreams, he got such a large sum of money, almost enough to pay off half of his debts...
No.
What do you mean, "return"?
Go to the casino and win big a few times; you might live a life of luxury until you die!
so good!
Everyone says that a daughter is her father's warm little cotton-padded jacket. I didn't understand it before, but now I finally do!
There's definitely a reason for that!
belch--!
"Boss, the people who will release their intimate photos are ready. Now, or...?"
"No rush."
Kuroda Karito stared at the back door surveillance camera, searching for Asuka Honoka's figure.
"If we throw it now, the audience won't care. They might even take a few extra glances when she appears. It's not destructive at all."
"wait."
"We'll put the stuff out just before she goes on stage, so the audience won't get excited and might even boo."
He clearly has a lot of experience in how to ruin a newcomer.
"Boss, the professional front row has also been replaced with our own people."
"Hmph, they're all rather harsh third- or fourth-tier celebrities. Even seasoned veterans could be completely crushed!"
"Well done."
Kuroda Karihito clapped his hands and said, "Contact my assistant later to collect the reward."
"Thank you, boss! You're so generous!"
"Hahaha, following me, you're guaranteed to live the high life!"
"For now, let's put aside our fantasies and utterly destroy this ungrateful woman!"
"Don't worry, boss!"
The subordinates all expressed their loyalty.
In fact, their planned destruction didn't stop there.
The power supply and debugging processes have all been bribed, and even the backstage security personnel are allowed in to cause trouble. Whether it's a meet-and-greet or merchandise sales, everything will be a complete mess.
Kuroda Karihito's attacks are always saturation strikes.
hum.
Just you wait and see!
Today I'll show you that if you offend the wrong person, all your efforts and dreams will be meaningless!
Foolish woman, I want you to reflect deeply on your actions, then abandon that bastard Nakajima Hiroshi and kneel down to beg for my protection!
Finally, the two figures appeared on the surveillance footage.
Asuka wore a very clean tracksuit today, with white socks tucked into her shoes, looking neat and tidy.
At Nakajima Hiro's insistence, foot-operated wristbands were also fitted on his ankles, which provide a certain degree of shock absorption and protection.
Although it might seem a bit abrupt to change into his stage outfit later, for Hiro Nakajima at this moment, Asuka is far more important than the performance effect.
Stage makeup is, of course, required.
But it's clearly not the cheap design of a bar; it clearly distinguishes between primary and secondary elements, and fully showcases the girl's delicate facial features.
It's obvious at a glance that she's completely different from women who rely heavily on makeup.
"Nakajima, look..."
Asuka instinctively tried to put her arm around Nakajima Hiro's, but he cleverly blocked her by making a gesture as if to lead the way.
She is too easy to leave a lasting impression.
Even though they haven't revealed their status as candidates yet, they are still easily recognizable on stage.
Although the back door is reserved for celebrities, experienced spectators will still wait nearby, looking for their favorites in advance.
Therefore, it is not appropriate to indulge in intimacy at this time.
"Oh, right."
Asuka reluctantly withdrew her small hand and obediently followed beside the man.
But she still pouted, looking sullen.
There are so many restrictions on celebrities...
And yet they have to pretend to be completely innocent. Honestly, who doesn't fall in love during their youth?
If it weren't for Hiroshi Nakajima, I really wouldn't want to do this lousy job anymore.
Even though she knew it was for her own good, she still felt that if she had to choose between her dream of becoming an artist and Nakajima Hiroshi, she would definitely choose the latter without hesitation.
correct.
in love……?
But Nakajima...
He must really want to become an outstanding artist.
Hey.
If only I had applied for an assistant position back then, maybe I would be...
No, if he signs with someone else, wouldn't he be spending all his time with another woman?
That's absolutely not allowed!
Speaking of which...
Do regular trainees live with their managers?
The girl's thoughts were racing.
"Yes, it's through Professor Yoshioka Shigeru's channels."
"Independent artist, Asuka Hanaho."
It was finally my turn.
The girl took a deep breath and stepped forward as gracefully as possible.
Hiroshi Nakajima looked at me.
I'll show you that your judgment was absolutely correct!
"Sir, you cannot go backstage."
Eh?
Doesn't Nakajima go backstage?
Asuka swallowed hard, feeling uneasy once again.
It was as if all her willpower and courage came from this unromantic blockhead.
Nakajima Hiroshi was also helpless about this matter.
He doesn't even have a legal identity, and his agency is operating without a license, so there's no way he could enter the venue with Asuka.
She sighed softly.
"Go ahead, I'll be in the stands supporting you."
All we can do now is offer encouragement and believe in the future.
The girl nodded somewhat stiffly, trying her best not to let her courage die out.
Asuka!
Be more ambitious!
In any case, don't let this guy's hard work go to waste!
"Thank you for your trouble. Please take good care of this child for me."
"Yes, please rest assured."
After a moment's hesitation, Asuka finally stepped out of Nakajima Hiro's protection for the first time.
But as I was about to step backstage, I still looked back one last time.
Hiroshi Nakajima waved to indicate that he was still there.
The girl finally breathed a sigh of relief.
at the same time.
Inside the meeting room.
Kuroda Karito spoke with a sinister grin.
"Mr. Kenjiro Endo, it's time for you to demonstrate your fatherly authority!"
Upon hearing this, the old man raised his wrinkled eyelids but did not reply.
He simply shook the empty bottle, and with a numb, resigned attitude, he stood up drunkenly.
"Cash...don't forget, I can only spend cash!"