Rimi Honda doesn't really have much of a choice.
When the entire weight of her family rested on her alone, she had no choice.
She had come here just to make sure it wasn't a scam.
At least so far, the other person hadn't asked for any money upfront from herself, so it shouldn't be a scam artist.
In this awful environment, even scamming her into working for nothing for a few days was still acceptable, as long as it wasn't a scam.
As soon as Rimi Honda left, several other people who were obviously interested came over to ask about jobs.
But when they saw that there was nothing in the building and that Takeshi looked too young, they all frowned in unison and left without listening to Takeshi's explanation.
He had already prepared for this result and today he was only cleaning up the building in general.
In the next few days, he would find a renovation team to simply set up the place, and then contact some office supplies for purchase.
It would take at least three or four days for the company to officially open.
After packing up until four or five o'clock, Takeshi closed the door and left.
When he returned home, Ari Hayasawa had not returned.
This made him wonder, as normally Ari would have been a bit ahead of himself.
The employment agencies he had arranged for her to go to were not far away and she could have done them all in one day.
I had no idea where she was.
Only then did it occur to him that he should have gotten a mobile phone.
The nineties here was the same as the technology level ten years later in his previous life, and flip phones were already popular.
But he had been so busy making game consoles that he had overlooked many details.
I guess I'll have to find a place to buy a mobile phone tomorrow.
Slipping into the entrance hall, he noticed that the phone was blinking with a signal light.
It looked as if someone had left a voice message.
This also made the desire for a mobile phone even stronger.
That way at least he wouldn't miss some calls.
He walked over to the phone, turned on the recording to play and continued to undress.
On the phone, a fairly familiar voice came through, and upon closer listening one could tell that it was the bald entertainment hall manager's voice.
"Hello Takeyu-kun, this is Ohta."
The bald shopkeeper was called Masa Ota, and after signing the purchase contract for the game machines before, Takeyu Xing already knew the other party's name and also left their contact information with each other.
But it was only a day ago that he called, and he didn't know what the other party wanted.
I don't think it was to rush the progress of the console, right?
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm afraid you've been busy these past few days, but there's a strange man on my side today who says he wants to find you anyway."
"The guy looked like a salesman but didn't say what he was doing, I just couldn't stand him whispering in my ear before I tried to get in touch with you on the phone, he left his contact details and said you could call him anytime and it seemed like there would be a good deal to talk about."
"A salesman?"
Takeshi Yusei twisted his head to look at the phone.
Ota's voice rang out again, "The number is ..., so you don't have to call if you don't feel interested, Takehiro-kun."
"Well, I've already made the call, so you can go now, right?"
The words were clearly then not with the content of the message left with Takeyu Hoshi, but with the commissioned salesman, who seemed to be impatient.
The salesman.
If he could find a way to contact himself at this time, it must have something to do with what he was doing right now.
There wasn't much going on anyway, so it would be better to make the first contact.
So he went back to the telephone and dialled the number Ohta had left earlier.
Hirohito Tomita was in a bad mood today.
He had been scolded by his boss for over an hour, and he was not the only one who had been scolded.
He didn't know what his boss could do other than scold people, he was worse than the salesmen.
Now the factory's orders are getting smaller and smaller, with only a pitiful few overseas orders left to barely make ends meet.
And if there is to be any big breakthrough, it is not going to happen in the next few years.
I've heard that the economy in China seems to be slowly rising, so maybe there's a market there.
But overseas markets are not usually his turn as a junior salesman.
After being scolded for an hour in the morning, they still needed to work.
With no other choice, he finally remembered once again the game console that the kid had been mumbling about for the past two days.
He remembered that the boy had said that there was already a place to play it and that he didn't have to pester himself every day to buy it, only that it would cost money on an ongoing basis, and at the same time the boy had told him about a place where he could play this video game and looked as if he was looking forward to playing it with him?
Sensitive to electronic products, he decided to find out where the game console was located.
Soon he arrived at the entertainment hall opened by Masa Ota.
When he arrived, his son and a dozen other children were gathered around a spot not far from the entrance yelling loudly.
Each of the children seemed genuinely fascinated and completely oblivious to the approach of anyone around them.
He then quietly observed for a long time the console and the way the game was being played.
After observing it he came to the conclusion that it wasn't too complicated.
With their company's level of technology, it would not be a problem at all to build it.
They were simply an OEM manufacturer of circuit boards, and they could fix any kind of circuit drawing for you, as long as you gave the drawing.
At least in his opinion, it is certainly easier than building those commercial, industrial and home computers.
Of course, he could have understood it better if he had been allowed to take apart the casing of the machine and look at the internal structure.
However, there was no way the shop manager here would agree to his doing so.
Probably he would have just intended to take it apart and the other party could have wielded a baseball bat and knocked himself out.
He then began to make a soft approach to the shop manager, Masa Ota, to find out the company that made the product.
Eventually the other man got annoyed and made a phone call himself.
It's not that Masa Ohta couldn't just give the contact number for Takeshi Yusei.
It's just that right now, TakeYouStar is his cash cow, and he's counting on it to make a big profit by providing him with the remaining nine consoles quickly.
He was worried that if he gave his contact number to a random guy he didn't know, he would be annoyed and cause dissatisfaction and a rift in his cooperation, which was not what he wanted to see.
So he had to give a call himself.
"Alright, I've made the call, you can go now, right?"
"Understood, understood." Ji Tian Hirohito smiled with him, and at the same time took out some small gifts and placed them on this shopkeeper's desk to show that.
Seeing that the other party had given him a gift straight away, it was not good for him to extend his hand and beat the smiling man, so he waved his hand in a slightly softer manner to urge him to be able to leave.
Hirohito Tomita was actually just trying his luck.
He thought that this game machine had never existed before, so it was likely to be an experiment of some company.
Looking at how enthusiastic the child looked, the future market value was definitely there.
He said that he might be able to contact this company for an OEM order before the product was completely finalised.
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