4-chome Yoyogi Sendagaya in Shibuya Ward, Takuya Aramura raised his head and looked at the towering building in front of him, "Cold Spring, how many floors does this building have?" ”

Hansen Mao Mi stepped forward and raised her head as well, "There are thirty-six floors in total, and our company is on the fifteenth floor, and this building is backed by the entrance to the Kitando of Meiji Jingu, facing Naitomachi, and you can see Shinjuku Gyoen Gyoen not far away. ”

"Amazing, amazing." Takuya Aramura clapped his palms.

Such a tall building, still located in such a good location, rent a floor in it, presumably the rent in a year will not be low.

The Cold Spring family is indeed willing to spend money to help her pave the way.

Fortunately, buildings with more than seven floors must be equipped with elevators, otherwise he would not be exhausted to climb to the fifteenth floor on foot, in which case he would not want to attend any shareholders' meetings in his life.

Sitting on the elevator, Mao Mi Ryozumi began to introduce the company's internal shareholders to Takuya Aramura, and Mutsu Aoi Qiu stood aside and listened quietly.

"Senior, at present, there are only two companies with more than 10% of the company's shares, one is you, holding 30% of the shares, the other is Kyoto Animation, that is, the parent company, holding 51% of the shares, and the others are some relatively scattered shareholders..."

"Kyoto Animation? What about the Cold Spring Family? ”

"The Cold Spring Family completed the acquisition of a 55% stake in Kyoto Animation last month, and now the parent company represents the Cold Spring Family."

"Understood, what about Ishihara?"

"Ishihara and his son currently hold a total of 12% of the shares of the parent company and 5% of the shares of the subsidiary, and in a few years, Ishihara will retire, and then all the shares he holds will be transferred to Ishihara Huachuan's name."

"Understood."

Takuya Aramura nodded.

To put it bluntly, Tatsuya Ishihara, the former director of Kyoto Animation, can now only be regarded as a shareholder and management with a large proportion of shares, and the real owner of Kyoto Animation has become the Cold Spring family.

The elevator door opened, and the three of them were greeted by a glass door with a counter behind the counter, which was made of acrylic and made of the company's nameplate "AnimationDo"

“AnimationDo？”

Takuya Aramura looked at Manami Cold Spring with some confusion.

AnimationDo is a subsidiary of Kyoto Animation in Osaka, but it's actually a small studio, and there are only two productions of works, all of which are co-produced with the parent company.

How did you move to Tokyo?

"Yes."

The corners of Cold Spring's Mao Mi's mouth hooked up a faint arc.

"After my brother and I investigated, we found that AnimationDo's profitability was very limited, and it was often in a state of loss, so we banned it, or moved it to Tokyo, and all the personnel were brought here, and the new company is actually a copy of it, but it is more powerful than before."

"It's good, it's good."

Taku Aramura has nothing to say.

What else could he say? He didn't understand these things, so it was better to remain silent than to comment and give suggestions indiscriminately.

After entering the company, he went to the company's personnel department, finance department, administration department, planning department, project planning department, production department under the leadership of Cold Spring Mao Central Beauty and Mutsu Aoiaki... After several departments walked around, they finally came to the door of the conference room.

Mao Mizumi Ryoizumi stretched out her hand and tapped Michinoku Aoiaki's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Aoiaki, you go to my office first to sort out the documents, and I'll go to a meeting with my senior." ”

"Yes." Mutsu Aoi Aki bowed to the two of them and slowly retreated to the president's office.

After she left, Mao Mi Cold Spring pushed open the door to the conference room.

There is a long table in the middle of it, and the long table is already full of people, and there are many people in it who Takuya Aramura has seen on the set of "The Second Disease", such as Ishihara Tatsuya, sound supervisor Yota Tsuruoka, producer Nojima Tetsuhei and Miwa Yasushi...

Ishihara Hanakawa, who was sitting next to his father, stood up from his chair with a hippie smile on his face as soon as he saw the two of them, and waved his hand excitedly like a dog.

"President! Vice President! I am here! ”

"Ahem!" Ishihara Ritsuya covered his mouth with his hand and cleared his throat, "Hwakawa, this is the shareholders' meeting, pay attention." ”

"Oh oh..." Ishihara Kagawa immediately sat back in the chair obediently, but still put his hand on the table, beckoned to Takuya Aramura, and shouted in a low voice: "President! Come! Sit next to me! I've got you covered! ”

Ishihara Tatsuya's face darkened, and the green tendons on his forehead and the back of his hands flared up.

This bastard... When the meeting is over, be sure to clean him up...

Seeing this, Takuya Aramura nodded to Mao Mi Ryoizumi, walked to the vacant position on the edge of Ishihara Hanagawa and sat down.

Ishihara Hanagawa grabbed his arm and shook it twice in excitement.

"President! I want to kill you! I've been looking for an opportunity to come to Tokyo to find you since you left Kyoto last time, but my dad won't let me come! Say I'll break my leg if I dare to leave Kyoto! If it weren't for the shareholders' meeting to be held after the completion of the subsidiary, I wouldn't have been able to come! ”

When Ishihara Riya heard this, his face darkened, "I'm afraid you're causing trouble outside!" Think about what you did last time you came to Tokyo! Playing racing with other traffic police, right? How much did it cost me to help you settle it! If you kid wants to go to prison and eat prison food, just tell me! I'll help you get in! ”

Ishihara Hanagawa was so frightened that he shrank his head and didn't dare to squeak.

Taku Aramura couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Playing racing with the traffic police? This guy is very good at causing trouble, should he be said to be a well-known gentleman in Beijing at that time...

Seeing that his son was finally honest, the expression on Ishihara Tatsuya's face changed to a kind smile, and he greeted Takuya Aramura, "Aramura-kun, it's been a long time." ”

"Well, long time no see." Takuya Aramura bowed slightly, and in response, "Uncle Ishihara." ”

Standing at the door, Mao Naomi looked around the entire conference room, counted the number of people, and after making sure that everyone was there, she paced to the chairman's seat, that is, the chairman's position.

She didn't sit down in the chair, but first bent down slightly to everyone, and said, "Shareholder representatives and company management, I am President Lengquan Mao Yangmi. ”

The crowd immediately got up from their chairs and bowed to her.

Takuya Aramura didn't react for a moment, and was stunned for a while before learning from the people around him to stand up and bend down gently.

Next, Cold Spring Mao Yang Mei gave a speech that lasted for more than ten minutes, and because of her calm and steady aura, none of the people present dared to despise it, and they all listened attentively.

Except for two special people...

That's Takuya Aramura and Hanagawa Ishihara...

One of them was lying in the chair and staring ahead in a daze, and the other was so excited that he stuck to the other's side, not knowing what he was talking about.

However, Cold Spring Mao Yang Mei didn't care about them, and Takuya Aramura didn't have the idea to care, she felt very satisfied that he could come to this meeting, and Ishihara Huachuan She didn't bother to care at all, anyway, if he listened to it, it was the same as if he didn't listen, as long as it didn't affect others.

Takuya Aramura ignored Ishihara Hanakawa's fragmented thoughts in his ears and wanted to try to see if he could fall asleep with his eyes open.

Twenty minutes have passed...

All right... I really can't sleep with my eyes open...