hotmtlnovel Chapter 1021 The fact that I am a pervert has been widely circulated.
Chapter 1021 The fact that I am a pervert has been widely circulated.
Chapter 1021 The fact that I am a pervert has been widely circulated.
"Teenager?"
The Yankees general manager, who was deep in thought, turned around and looked at his coach with great surprise:
"Joe, I thought you knew?"
George was taken aback: "What?"
"Even if you dislike Mr. Hojo's unpredictability, you should at least respect his abilities."
The manager's face was serious, and his tone was rather stern:
"That's God! Kyosuke Hojo is a god of victory who can single-handedly determine the outcome of a match!"
He stood up abruptly, his stern gaze sweeping across the faces of every member of the team, making sure they all felt his unyielding will before continuing:
"This is a negotiation of great significance, one that could change the entire alliance landscape... No, this is a war!"
The manager suddenly waved his arms and shouted:
"Whoever possesses Hojo Kyosuke will secure victory!"
"On the contrary! Anyone who dares to cause me trouble, even the slightest bit of trouble, I will fire them immediately!"
His gaze lingered particularly on Coach George's face. Even though they had been close friends for over a decade, he knew that friendship couldn't pay for his daughter's college tuition, but his boss, who could fire him at any time, could!
"He's not some teenager you can easily manipulate; he's a man! A real man! And Superman!"
He lowered his arms, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. His efforts over the past two days had not yielded any useful or clear feedback from Kyosuke Hojo. His patience was actually no better than that of his coach.
However, he understood that if he lacked the patience and ability to handle Hojo Kyosuke, his boss would send someone else who could manage him to replace him. His best-case scenario would likely be a plane ticket.
"Stop any contempt. He's not a Japanese person, not an Asian person, not even a human being. Treat him like a god. Use the same skills you used to trick your mom for pocket money when you were kids to flatter him, persuade him, and get him to wear the Yankees' jersey!"
The coach finished speaking in a low voice, then sat down heavily, sinking into the soft sofa.
The reception room attached to the business suite fell into an eerie silence, with the well-dressed elites all looking gloomy and remaining silent.
The room's lavish decor, the soft carpet on the floor, the expensive drinks on the table... all of these served as a constant reminder that "the BOSS's will is always watching us!"
An unspeakable pressure permeated the air; if a Japanese person were here, they would probably be crushed by the immense pressure the moment they stepped through the door.
After a long pause, the manager finally spoke again:
"Then, let's begin the rehearsal for the third round of negotiations, about how to get rid of that troublesome assistant, Kyosuke Hojo, and persuade him to join the Yankees."
The coach and the others seemed to have finally received oxygen tanks, and suddenly began to gasp for breath.
After verifying Hojo Kyosuke's true capabilities, the negotiation experts who immediately flew to Japan began to put their expertise to use.
Coincidentally
In another upscale hotel in Tokyo, in a similarly styled business suite's meeting room.
"Mr. Konno! Mr. Aisaka!"
The Los Angeles Dodgers' manager, holding a man in each hand, pleaded earnestly.
“We’re good friends, aren’t we? So you have to help me no matter what.”
Kenzo Chikano looked helpless. "I've only known your name for less than a week. How did we become such good friends?"
He was internally complaining, but he put on the same sincere expression as the Dodge manager and sighed, "It's precisely because we're friends that I'm telling you the truth about Hojo. He's really not a man you can have."
Osaka Go rolled his eyes and twisted his wrists uncomfortably, trying to break free from the restraints.
What do I care? My novels are completely unpopular in America. Our friendship isn't even worth ten thousand dollars. Don't touch me!
"No, no, no, Mr. Chikano, please don't say such things!"
The Dodge manager's expression became even more sincere and friendly. He released Osaka Tsuyoshi, who was wriggling around like a maggot, and grasped Chikano Kenzo's hands with both of his, saying affectionately:
"You and I, we both work for the same company, we're family, we're more than friends, we're a family!"
Kenzo Chikano couldn't help but roll his eyes. What the hell is this family? I'm a yellow guy and you're a white guy, do you really think we're family?
The claim that the two belong to the same company is utter nonsense; it's just that the Japanese Mystery Writers of Japan is a partner publishing company in North America, and the Los Angeles Dodgers belong to the same company.
They could just find another publisher; they could just quit this family. His works were somewhat popular on America, and he earned much more money than Osaka Go, but not enough to make him willingly help the Dodgers harass Hojo Kyosuke.
However, a complete falling out is absolutely impossible. In capitalist society, capital is everything. The Guggenheim family, the actual owners of the investment company behind Dodge, not only owns mines but is also a sports tycoon spanning multiple fields. They have as much money as the Atlantic Ocean. Taking them down would be no more difficult than snapping their little finger.
So even if he was impatient, he had to maintain the relationship, and maybe he could even get some benefits from it. After all, with literature, not only can the general public see its merits, but the upper class can also see them, and a trend created from the top down can still make money.
That's why politicians and even their wives can become bestselling novelists, or lower-level opinion leaders or idiots. Even if what they write is utter garbage, they can still fool people into reading it, but they'll never get reprinted like Hojo Kyosuke's novels, since nobody really likes Akaishi.
"I……"
Kenzo Chikano opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. Having been acquainted with Kyosuke Hojo, he naturally knew very well what kind of person he was.
In short, he's a person with strong opinions, great self-control, exceptional talent, and overflowing genius... a pervert.
If any member of the Guggenheim family, or the CEO, or you, your coach, or any member of your family has an absolutely adorable daughter, then I can declare that your Dodgers have already defeated everyone in this round of competition.
Unfortunately, when he subtly inquired about this with the manager, the guy suddenly seemed to understand and patted his chest confidently, saying:
"Mr. Chikano, please rest assured, as long as you can help make this happen, we can find you any kind of woman. Even last year's Oscar-winning actress can be delivered to your bed the very night she signs the contract with Mr. Hojo."
"As for now, let's go to the best place in Tokyo and relax a bit."
What can Kenzo Chikano say? Is he going to say that the pervert wasn't me but someone else?
That's impossible! He and Hojo Kyosuke are close friends and family. How could he bear to slander Hojo behind his back?
There was no other way but to reluctantly take Osaka Go to relax, nodding and groaning.
To be honest, getting something for free is always more appealing. Without any cost, the psychological pressure is much less, leading to better performance.
He gritted his teeth, first looked at the manager and said "wait a moment," then grabbed Osaka, who was pretending to be dead, and started muttering to himself.
The Dodgers' manager didn't eavesdrop, not because he was morally upright, but because he didn't understand Japanese.
His eyes were filled with anticipation, hoping that the two old men could help him win this hefty prize.
His boss, Mr. Mark, is very rich and generous. If he can actually sign Kyosuke Hojo, Mr. Mark will definitely not be stingy with the bonus.
Moreover, as the team manager, he knew that although Mr. Mark was only the CEO of the investment company behind the team, he had dreamed of becoming a professional baseball player before he achieved success and had a very passionate passion for the industry.
Helping the Guggenheim family acquire the Los Angeles Dodgers was also his first project as CEO of the investment company. Making the team better was not only about increasing investment returns, but also the best way to prove his vision and ability.
This morning, two days after Kyosuke Hojo's trial video went viral on America.
Mr. Mark actually bypassed the team's management and called him directly, earnestly but also extremely sternly demanding that he sign Kyosuke Hojo.
"If necessary, I will go to Japan in person."
That's what Mr. Mark said, and he also explained very kindly that he would have arrived in Japan if it weren't for a very important investment at this critical moment.
God Hojo is someone even capital would bow down to!
Of course, capital bends down in order to earn more capital.
The strength of the teams coming from America can be judged simply by the hotels they stay in.
This is the most direct place to showcase a team's strength, which is why the Nippon-Ham Fighters and Yakult Swallows fought over who would treat them to dinner after the practice matches ended.
Negotiation can be complex in some ways, and simple in others. It's complex because there are numerous factors to consider, and all parties must be coordinated effectively. It's simple because demonstrating sufficient strength can easily resolve everything.
Since the Dodgers had contacted Kenzo Chikano, the president of the Japanese Mystery Writers Association, through a publishing company owned by the same boss, they naturally wouldn't ignore the "Kyosuke Hojo craze" that had swept through the North American literary market in recent days.
That kid who's like a god on the baseball field has his cunning and difficult assistant dealing with everyone here, while America is frantically promoting his work. These days, his bank account is probably getting a new digit every day.
What a perfect young man for America!
The Dodgers' coach silently recalled all the information about Kyosuke Hojo in his mind.
Nobody's a fool; Kyosuke Hojo's massive move couldn't be kept secret. For one thing, Eijusha's North American partners had already reached out to them. Then there's the Hollywood movie promotion; who knows, one of the investors might actually own shares in a baseball team.
Capital is always intertwined, its reach extending to every aspect of life.
In other words, if Hojo Kyosuke had simply stayed at school and ignored everything else, leaving all the trouble to Kisaki Tetsuta, he would be the one with a splitting headache right now.
That kid has no sincerity whatsoever; he's just playing with everyone!
All he thinks about is selling books and making money; he's exploiting everyone!
This has become a consensus among almost all teams when they are testing each other in private.
but……
Even so, so what? Who can resist the temptation of having God wear their team's jersey? Even if there's only a one percent, one in ten million, or even one in ten thousand chance?
As long as Kyosuke Hojo doesn't say no, no one is willing or dares to give up.
Even if he explicitly and firmly refused, it would only mean that his offer wasn't high enough.
"Everyone compromises eventually, doesn't they?"
After a long time, Kenzo Chikano and Go Osaka finally finished their discussion, and the latter, who had been listless, became very excited.
Chikano began, "Um, Mr. David, after I and..."
"Call me David! My dear Xian San, we are a family!"
The Dodgers' coach interrupted abruptly, speaking in an incredibly friendly tone.
"..."
Kenzo Chikano opened his mouth, then thought, "Fine, let's make it a family then."
This foreigner went from needing a translator to communicate with him in just two days to now being able to easily understand his Japanese-accented English. His perseverance was truly admirable. In any case, he would never understand a word that Osaka guy spoke in English.
After gathering his thoughts again, he spoke seriously:
"You should know about the Hokkaido Nippon-Ham Fighters, right? In my opinion, this team poses a far greater threat to you than any other stronger team!"
Manager David replied thoughtfully, "Is it because of their relationship with Mr. Hojo's family back home?"
Kenzo Chikano was taken aback. "Huh? You're not stupid? As expected of my family."
David laughed and said, "We Americans are no strangers to playing the family card. You know, gangsters love to threaten family members."
However, according to our intelligence, Mr. Hojo's family has already been recruited by the Nippon-Ham Fighters, making it difficult for our agents to infiltrate.
Kenzo Chikano and Takeshi Osaka exchanged a glance and smiled confidently.
"Well then, David, my dear lumberjack... oops! My dear friend, please allow me to formally introduce you..."
Kyosuke Hojo, the guide to the great throne, the collaborator in forging the crown of popularity, the inseparable best friend, the absolute genius in the field of art, the lily of the Great Ying Empire...
Miss Eriri Sawamura Spencer!
Kenzo Chikano said in an impassioned tone.
This string of titles, coupled with his inexplicable English, left the Dodgers coach completely bewildered, but he dared not admit that he did not understand, and could only stare wide-eyed and feign shock.
Fortunately, he understood the last name, because he had seen it countless times when memorizing information about Hojo Kyosuke.
Kenzo Chikano was unwilling to reveal to others that his friend was a pervert, so he could only explain it in the most tactful way possible:
"Even if the Ham Fighters managed to win over all of Hojo Kyosuke's family—his parents, sister, grandparents, neighbors, and so on—it wouldn't be as significant as you winning over Miss Spencer alone!"
So, is that tactful enough?
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