Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Eight: Make Great Choices in Life 2
"Vitality potion, a New Year gift..."
Tokyo Entertainment TV will continue to broadcast for you as soon as possible.
"Welcome back."
"As far as I know, this is not the first time that Tokyo University Art has done this. They have a senior executive named Mitsuhisa Owada who likes to use this kind of drama the most, not once or twice." The gray-haired Mr. Yamamoto rolled his eyes.
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"This Yu Xian childbirth incident should also be his handiwork."
"How disgusting."
"Yeah, although you can't say bad words in public, it's really disgusting. If things go on like this, the entertainment industry will only become more and more stinky. In fact, in this aspect, I think the groups headed by the four major consortiums have done a good job.
All entertainment companies should learn from you. I was very sad when something like that happened to you yesterday."
"I'm very sad too." Kobayashi Takarazuka said dejectedly.
"If this continues, justice will be swallowed up and darkness will persist forever. If even this kind of person can enter the public's sight, I am very worried about everyone's future." Mr. Yamamoto said.
"So, what do you think should be done?" Kobayashi Takarazuka asked righteously.
"Disqualify Yuzuru from the competition, and at the same time let him and the top management of Tokyo University Arts collectively apologize to the fans who have taken advantage of their sympathy, and quit the entertainment industry from now on!" Mr. Yamamoto said loudly.
"I think this is the best." Kobayashi Takarazuka said to the camera.
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"Which number will the Yu Xian children appear in?" the female director of the New National Theater was sweating profusely.
"The tenth position is exactly the middle position. It allows the audience time to rest and creates a sense of anticipation. It is the best position to prepare in advance."
"Hurry up and move his ranking to the bottom first. If the four major financial groups' confirmation is true, we cannot shoulder this responsibility. It will affect the authority of the Starlight Awards."
"Copy that, do you want to cut off his scene tonight?"
"I'm not sure. I still don't know if we can let him appear. We'll see how the situation changes first when I notify you." The female director rubbed her brows vigorously and stamped her feet. This matter was considered a big deal.
But how could this child be such a person!
She didn't want to believe it, and even felt anxious that her aunt was going to visit early this month. She sighed feebly, feeling very desperate.
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When people cook at home, the pot comes from heaven.
Mitsuhisa Owada stood as stiff as a dead toad in front of the TV.
The landline phone next to me has been blown up.
Did I do this? Damn it! I can do this?!
Dare I!
If Rina Ryouko doesn't kill me, it would be an easy task!
He drove in a hurry and saw the group headquarters building. A group of senior executives in the conference room were taking emergency measures, but the news came so suddenly that everyone was confused.
Sawano Kazuki sat in his seat, glanced at Owada casually, and smiled.
"How is the situation?" Owada Mitsuhisa asked.
"We are already connected to TV Tokyo. Your position cannot be kept this time. All the scandals in the past have been exposed. Even Yuzuru's child has been affected by you." Sawano Kazuki said calmly.
"Prepare to resign, Owada."
"It's okay to resign, and it's okay for me to apologize to all Japanese people, but Yuzuru's naivety cannot be affected. Please tell me if there is anything I can do." Mitsuhisa Owada said categorically.
Sawano Kazuki looked at him and was silent for a while, as if he had met him for the first time. At that time, the two were not mortal enemies, and both felt that art education could change the future and bring happiness to people.
"Bless yourself." Sawano Kazuki stood up and patted him on the shoulder.
"Why don't you look anxious?" Owada Mitsuhisa's lips turned white.
"What's the rush?" Sawano Kazuki smiled, "Isn't this just the beginning?"
Every time he laughs like this, Owada Mitsuhisa will inevitably suffer a big loss, but this time his enemies are the four major consortiums and so-called industry experts.
Kazuki Sawano stood in front of the conference anchor room and said softly to the camera: "I am Kazuki Sawano, the orthodox principal of the Tokyo University of Arts Narita Campus, and I am now officially talking to the Tokyo Moonlight Night Weiyang program."
"All your explanations, all your doubts and slanders, all the people's doubts and confusions."
"I will answer them all."
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"Tokyo NHK TV station, the front desk reporter is reporting for you."
"Now we are at the Spark Welfare Home in Narita Ward, Tokyo, and have found the director of this home, Ms. Haruta Sonoko."
"Hello, Ms. Yuanzi, is Yu Xian's child really a child of this orphanage?"
The microphone was handed to Yuanzi's side.
Yuanzi had never seen such a battle before. Long guns and short cannons were placed in front of her, and there was water in all directions. The flashlight almost blinded her eyes.
Her face was pale, her lips were trembling, and she nodded desperately: "Yes, that child was an abandoned baby. He was abandoned by his parents at the door of the orphanage. He was raised by me. I can be sure that he was always there before he was adopted.
Welfare home.”
"Have you ever questioned him? For example, a child who is only twelve years old can actually play so many musical instruments?"
"Questioned."
Haruta Sonoko was so frightened that she shed tears, "Of course I questioned it, but he really knows it. I have always thought that he is a genius given by God. This child has been different from other children since he was a child. When he was ten years old, he had a child
A girl played with ice and fell into the river. We were all scared to death. He jumped down and rescued the child. I also drew a medal for him, but he didn't give it to him because he was sick from the cold.
I haven’t recovered for a few days and have been falling asleep.”
Sonoko tremblingly took out her wallet and opened it. There were scattered money in the wallet, very little. She took out a small wooden sign from the innermost compartment with the word "Hero" printed on it in Japanese. It was quite worn out.
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"What we're asking about again is musical instruments, not anything else," the reporter said.
"Ah, yes, a musical instrument." Yuanzi carefully put the medal back into her wallet, but was frightened by the reporter's tone again. She was a vulgar woman who didn't dare to face such a scene and spoke incoherently.
"Although I raised him, I don't know much about him and I don't have time. All the children here need my care, which is very hard." Yuanzi stammered.
"Tell her to speak quickly and don't say useless things." Mr. Yamamoto's order was received in the front desk reporter's headset.
"Tell me the key points." The tone of the front desk reporter became slightly harsher.
People all over Japan are watching, and no one listens to your whining.
"He really knows how to do it, that kid really knows how to do it." Yuanzi said in a hoarse voice, "I also doubted it. I asked him about it, and he said that he learned it from others."
"Who did you learn it from?"
"I don't know about that. The child occasionally goes fishing in the creek after school. Maybe he met someone there."
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"Lies, absolute lies!" Mr. Yamamoto said to the camera, "Let's not talk about whether that kid is a genius or not. What kind of person can teach him to be like this? His songs are among the top in the industry.
song!"
"Please answer, Ms. Sonoko."
"Also, if you are suspected of lying, the four major financial groups will hold you accountable together with you."
"We will definitely pursue the case." Kobayashi Takarazuka said loudly, "We can't just let it go."
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"I'm not lying! Every child here can testify that they are playing in the playground behind!" Kumiko's tears rolled down, "That child is their home. Since Zhisheng left, the children
Everyone was asking where he had gone and whether he would come back, so I told them that he went to a happy place, and if you work hard in the future, you can also go to a happy place."
"I, how could I lie to people about this kind of thing..."
"I'm going to find the children," the reporter at the front desk said, and the photographer behind quickly followed.
The children were playing on the playground and were very happy when they saw neatly dressed adults coming over. They have already formed a conditioned emission. Whenever such adults come, they will immediately show a sweet smile.
As long as they have this kind of smile, they can get donations and don't have to go hungry.
"Do you know that Yu Xian is a child?" the reporter asked.
"Yu Xianjun is back?" A little girl's eyes widened in surprise. Before the reporter could stop her, she ran desperately to the dilapidated warehouse, "Second child, third child, and fifth child, Yuxian boss is back.
Got it!"
There was a scream of joy, as if they saw the coming of spring.
"Where is Boss Yuxian?"
"I miss Boss Yuxian so much!"
"Liar, Brother Zhisheng will never come back. He doesn't want us anymore."
The front desk reporter was stunned.
Doesn't this kid understand human language? I'm obviously asking you.
But it's weird, really weird.
The longing for Yu Xian's childishness among these children was not fake. He had never seen such expressions in the children's eyes. The moment they heard Yuxian's childlike name, their eyes were more excited than the sun.
Even more gorgeous.
"The fourth child will also be very happy, right?" The little girl pointed to the sky.
"Fourth child?" The reporter was confused by her.
"He is dead. He died of illness recently." The little girl tilted her head and smiled.
The reporter blinked, swallowed the original question, and asked in confusion: "Aren't you sad?"
Are you all hard-hearted children? How old are you?
"Hey, there's nothing to be sad about. Boss Yuxian told us before that everyone will die, but as long as they are remembered in their hearts, the deceased will live forever."
"In the past, companions would die every year, either from illness or starvation. It was Boss Yuxian who taught us to face death."
"Boss Yuxian is the bravest! He is not afraid of anything." A boy said.
"I told you there are no ghosts in the world!" the little girl patted the boy's head.
"You know how to take pictures of stupid people!" The boy covered his head.
"hey-hey!"
"Well, where's Boss Yuxian?" The little girl looked at the reporter expectantly.
"He didn't come. I was asking you about him." The reporter suddenly found that his voice had become hoarse, "I'm sorry."
Strange, why should I say sorry to them.
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"What are you doing!"
"Please don't let these kids talk about irrelevant things."
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"Vitality liquid, longevity, blessing and health, your noble first choice..."
"Welcome back to the Yueyao Ye Weiyang show!"
"Okay, Ms. Sonoko, please answer me, why can't the welfare home afford bread? The finance department provides subsidies every year. Where is the money?"
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Yuanzi in front of the camera was stunned, a strand of pale hair stuck to her lips, and she trembled slightly: "Money? Where's the money?"
"According to the data, the fiscal year provides subsidies to welfare homes in various districts of Tokyo for the education and life of homeless children. You won't pocket this money for yourself, right?" Mr. Yamamoto said to the camera.
"There is no money, there is no such money." Kumiko's eyes were dull in front of the camera. She seemed to have lost her soul and took out a yellowed accounting book from her arms. "Since ten years ago, there has been no subsidy. It’s people from society who come to donate, but the economy has been getting worse and worse in recent years, and there are almost no people coming to donate.”
"It's extremely ridiculous." Mr. Yamamoto showed a slightly angry look, "This matter may involve a criminal case. We asked the police to enter and investigate her bank account."
"Mr. Kobayashi, Mr. Kobayashi?" The director next to him waved his hand at the backstage of the program. "While the police are investigating, there will be a blank period. What should I do?"
Kobayashi Takarazuka gestured to continue advertising.
"Vitality potion brings happiness to millions of families. Children who drink it can grow up healthily, and old people who drink it can live a long life..."
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"The list of bank accounts is printed."
"No relevant financial subsidies have been recorded, so what she said is true."
In front of the camera, Sonoko hugged her head and cried.
Mr. Yamamoto was stunned for a while.
In recent years, as the economy has declined and the economy has been struggling, the government has secretly canceled subsidies for nursing homes and welfare homes.
He had heard of it, but thought it was fake news. After all, this was Tokyo.
Is it true?
No, no, no, how is that possible?
It would be nice if they saved their money to buy the vitality potion and drink it.
[Vitality liquid brings happiness to millions of families. Children who drink it can grow up healthily, and elderly people who drink it can live a long life]
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"However, two months ago, there was a deposit of one million yen in her account, and today there is still 800,000 yen left."
"How come there is so much money?"
Mr. Yamamoto caught the blind spot and shouted filial piety loudly.
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In front of the camera, Mr. Yamamoto's angry shout was like a sharp sword piercing Haruta Sonoko's heart. Her face turned pale, her lips trembled and she was speechless. Her legs and feet went weak, and she knelt down with a plop, her eyes filled with tears. Bursting in the eye sockets.
"I admit the crime," she said to the camera with tears streaming down her face.
People who saw this scene were startled, and immediately felt a storm in their hearts.
"It is indeed a hype. She has admitted this crime. The money is the best proof. It was the hush money given to her by Tokyo University Art." Mr. Yamamoto's face softened in the camera.
It’s finally done.
Kobayashi Takarazuka also breathed a sigh of relief.
The final counterattack was won!
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"No! No!" Yuanzi said hysterically to the camera, "What kind of hush money? I don't understand what you are talking about."
She was driven a little crazy. These people were like the scythe of death, pushing her closer to the cliff step by step. But under this extreme pressure, her consciousness became clearer.
"This is the money I got from selling my child!" she cried bitterly, covering her cheek.
