And the entertainment company?
It wasn’t just Haruto messing around.
Although the name “Thunder Fire Sword” was indeed Haruto’s dark sense of humor—he just wanted to create something unique and interesting.
Of course, the main reason was for money—to have a suitable account for the cash flow he could control, making it easier to manage later and providing a proper account for expenditures when he spent money externally.
Naturally, there was one more point.
When the time came, he could use the name of the entertainment company to cultivate high-quality beauties.
He could then have so-called’scouts’ help him look for ‘high-score women’ worthy of being added to his harem.
He could also use his memories from before he transmigrated to produce some lyrics and dances, or film anime, write novels, and the like, creating a conglomerate-style pan-entertainment company.
It was just right and would make things much more convenient in the future.
At the thought of the entertainment company being filled with beautiful goddesses in the future, Haruto couldn’t help but reveal a wicked smile, ehehehe~
After handling the matters at hand, Haruto ordered a random curry rice and leaned lazily back in his chair.
He unlocked his phone, opened the LINE app, and with his fingertips tapping on the screen, began messaging that dark-skinned gyaru while eating his curry.
The two of them went back and forth in the chat box.
As the conversation deepened, Haruto skillfully guided the topic, and after some exchange, he actually managed to get some useful information out of her.
This gyaru was named Kumon Keiko.
Haruto repeated the name silently in his mind.
It was a mob-like, unremarkable name, so he naturally had no impression of it at all.
However, as a gyaru, she had excellent social skills and could get along with anyone.
She was doing quite well in her circles, possessing a decent social network and knowing all sorts of people.
Haruto’s eyes lit up, feeling that this was an opportunity he could exploit, so he quickly typed a paragraph on the screen.
“No need to be afraid about what happened before. There are some things I want to ask of you. I’m currently starting a business and have opened an entertainment company. I need you to recommend any beautiful girls you know and introduce them to me. The reason I asked about Kurashiki Reina before was also because I heard she was working part-time as a gravure model.”
After sending the message, Haruto thought for a moment.
50,000 yen was equivalent to over 2,000 RMB.
In his view, using it as a reward should be sincere enough.
Suddenly receiving so much money, Kumon Keiko stared at the transfer notification on her phone screen, completely stunned.
Recalling the days she spent hanging out with that delinquent, he was incredibly stingy and wouldn’t part with a single cent.
Many times, she had to work part-time jobs herself to make money.
When money was tight, she would even helplessly resort to compensated dating just to get by.
And this 50,000 yen was practically a huge sum to her, enough to last her a long time.
She couldn’t help but feel secretly delighted.
This Haruto was truly a ‘big thigh’ to cling to, pulling out so much money all at once.
Immediately, Kumon Keiko’s attitude toward Haruto underwent a 360-degree transformation, and her replies became enthusiastic and proactive.
“It’s not just Reina; I also know people outside of school, like Kitagawa Marin-senpai—she’s a top-tier beauty too! She also loves cosplaying and is quite popular at anime conventions!”
Haruto’s heart stirred when he saw the name “Kitagawa Marin.”
It seemed that not only adult anime, doujinshi, and Korean webtoons, but also characters from normal anime series were included in this world?
He suppressed his inner surprise and, through Kumon Keiko, directly obtained the other party’s contact information.
However, looking at the phone number she sent, Haruto didn’t rashly call it directly.
He felt that would be too abrupt.
It would be better to have Kumon Keiko help set something up later, like a chance encounter, to leave a good first impression.
Just as he was thinking, his phone screen lit up again.
Kumon Keiko sent a message: “By the way, Mr. Haruto, there’s a party tonight at a KT in Kagurazaka. Reina will be there too. Would you like to come?”
The corners of Haruto’s mouth curled up slightly, and he felt secretly delighted.
So her usefulness has arrived.
He quickly replied: “Oh? Sure. What time tonight?”
“After seven o’clock. I’ll send you the specific address right now.” Kumon Keiko’s message came back quickly.
If things went smoothly, it might not even be impossible to take Kurashiki Reina’s first time tonight!
Haruto began to prepare with some excitement.
At seven in the evening, as the first lights came on, the streets of Kagurazaka were flashing with neon, bustling with activity.
Right on time, a low and powerful engine roar approached from the distance, and a ferrari SF90 drove up like a bolt of red lightning.
This high-spec ferrari sports car, worth nearly 100 million yen, had sleek and sharp body lines that shimmered with a charming luster under the lights.
Its appearance on the streets of Kagurazaka instantly drew the gazes of countless passersby.
People stopped one after another, their eyes full of wonder and envy.
Anyone who could afford to drive such a car was undoubtedly either wealthy or noble.
Kumon Keiko, who had been waiting outside the KT for a long time, and her several companions were no exception.
Their eyes instantly lit up, casting curious and envious glances toward the ferrari.
In Japan’s current environment of immense life pressure, given their family and economic strength, it was absolutely impossible for them to drive such a luxury car.
It was simply something they dreamed of but was far out of reach.
The girls also hurriedly and excitedly took out their phones to keep filming the car, occasionally letting out bursts of amazement.
One of the girls said with a hint of worry while filming, “Keiko, what about that friend you’re waiting for? Why hasn’t he come yet? He didn’t stand you up, did he?”
Kumon Keiko frowned slightly and said somewhat uncertainly, “I’m not sure either…”
As she spoke, she also picked up her phone.
Just as she was about to send a message to Haruto to ask, she saw the luxury ferrari come to a steady stop right in front of her.
Immediately after, the scissor doors slowly opened.
A handsome, well-dressed man with an upright posture stepped elegantly out of the car, every gesture exuding chicness and confidence.
It was Haruto.
“Mr… Mr. Haruto!?” Kumon Keiko’s eyes widened, her face full of surprise and disbelief.