"Are you Japanese?"
The woman spoke calmly, her face showing no emotion.
"Yes," Yukima Azuma nodded.
"Yukima Azuma... that's your na, right? If you want to invite , what's the na of your company?"
The woman's gaze flickered slightly. She was trying to recall if there were any famous families or tycoons in Japan with the surna Yukima.
After finding no result, she began to focus more on the person in front of her.
"It's a bit difficult to say, but I haven't actually established a company yet. However, if you join, you'll be the first founder," Yukima Azuma smiled.
The woman sighed, seemingly blaming herself for overthinking.
"Young man, I'm no longer soone who can afford to waste ti casually."
"My family has a daughter around your age, and to raise her, I need to make a lot of money."
"You said you want to invite , so how much salary can you offer? What's the registered capital of your company?"
Yukima Azuma blinked.
"I can give you company shares. How about 5%?"
Hearing this, the woman smiled faintly, her fingers brushing lightly against her cheek.
"Haiz, in the end, I'm no longer the sa as when I was young. People don't value anymore."
After sighing, she waved her hand.
"Young man, your conditions are very tempting, but I won't work for a company with less than a million in registered capital."
"But my company will never have less than a million in registered capital."
"What I'm talking about is one million U.S. dollars."
"I'm saying the sa thing. My registered capital is ten tis that amount."
Hearing this, the woman began to carefully scrutinize Yukima Azuma again. She was sure that there were no famous families in Japan with the surna 'Yukima' in her database.
"Miss, my arm is getting tired. Could you help a little?" Yukima Azuma smiled, still holding his hand up.
After a mont of silence, the woman took Yukima Azuma's hand, which had been held up for a while.
"I'm Hayasaka Nao. Perhaps I can't switch jobs, but we can negotiate regarding the shares."
Yukima Azuma felt the soft, carefully nurtured hand, like that of a young woman.
"Alright, Nao-san."
So, the two of them went to a café.
Paul received his paynt from Yukima Azuma and went off to enjoy a good al.
As for Hayasaka Nao assistant, she had been dismissed by her.
The two sat in a corner of the café.
Yukima Azuma ordered two donuts and a mocha.
Hayasaka Nao ordered an iced Aricano and a piece of cake.
As soon as they sat down, they began introducing themselves again.
Then, Yukima Azuma casually asked while nibbling on his donut:
"So, Nao-chan, you're an official of the Shinomiya family, right? How could you be short on money?"
"This can't be disclosed," she replied.
"Could it be that you not respected anymore?" Yukima Azuma asked lightly.
"..."
His words caused Hayasaka Nao to fall into silence.
In fact, after both had introduced themselves in detail, Yukima Azuma was finally able to recall information about the woman from his mories of his previous life.
The daughter of the previous generation of the Hayasaka family had half Irish blood.
After the Hayasaka family collapsed, it was absorbed by the Shinomiya family and beca one of its branches.
Initially, she was a trusted person in the eyes of the younger generation of the Shinomiya family.
However, now it seed that due to a "betrayal" from the main family, their relationship had soured.
This woman, Hayasaka Nao, although theoretically a pillar of the Shinomiya family, had been pushed aside.
Her daughter was now working as a maid for the eldest daughter of the Shinomiya family.
This was all the information Yukima Azuma had.
While not complete, it was certainly enough for him to have the upper hand in this negotiation.
"Yukima Azuma-san, what kind of company are you planning to establish?" Hayasaka Nao shifted the topic.
"A venture capital firm," Yukima Azuma replied.
With his "ability to see the future", he felt that not pursuing venture capital would be a waste.
"May I ask, Yukima-san, what is your area of focus in venture capital?"
"Investing in everything."
"This answer sounds a bit..."
"The latest investnt... you and I have the sa vision, Nao-san, and that's Titanic."
"I'm not asking for the reason, but how much do you plan to invest, Yukima-san?"
"Put everything in!"
"Are you investing in the import quota or..."
"Of course, I'm investing in production. If not, how can we share the box office revenue?"
The conversation quickly ca to an end.
Then, the two of them began enjoying their coffee and desserts.
When both had nearly finished their last sip of coffee simultaneously, Yukima Azuma took out the contract he had prepared earlier from his bag.
In the section for conditions, he filled in "5% initial equity," as they had agreed earlier.
He then placed the pen and the contract in front of Hayasaka Nao.
"Sign it, Nao-san. You definitely won't regret your decision today."
"With such certainty in your tone, who taught you that?"
Hayasaka Nao sighed, took the contract, and signed her na on it.
There was no other choice for her; being 'exiled' had forced her to grasp every opportunity she could.
Otherwise, she would end up like the Hayasaka family now—without a future, forever at the rcy of others.
Thus, Hayasaka Nao officially beca Yukima Azuma's subordinate.
In making this decision, Hayasaka Nao primarily relied on her intuition.
The young man before her didn't co from any prestigious family or conglorate.
He was soone who suddenly appeared, with a charisma and vision so remarkable it was almost unbelievable.
Even she had never t anyone like him before.
Among those her age, even those nurtured by Shinomiya, their abilities likely didn't compare to his.
As for the older individuals, although they had experience, they were only concerned with maintaining their positions, lacking the courage to explore new territories.
If there was anyone who resembled him, it would be Shinomiya Gan'an, the current head of the Shinomiya family, who destroyed the Hayasaka family and rebuilt it from scratch.
In Hayasaka Nao's eyes, this young man was like a younger version of the Shinomiya head.
Therefore, she had no reason not to seize this opportunity.
She could only hope that the future, as he had described, would not make her regret her decision.
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