In Japan, the process of registering a company is not complicated.
Even if you are a local, you can register a company with just one yen.
Of course, it is generally not recomnded to do so.
However, Takayuki was not stingy in this regard, and the registration capital was not sothing he couldn't afford.
About three weeks ago, Takayuki had already entrusted a friend of his father's with handling it.
Takayuki's father had a wide network of connections himself, so Takayuki didn't need to bother his father for such trivial matters. He could simply call the uncle he was familiar with and get everything done.
Upon hearing that Takayuki wanted to register a company for fun, without much ado, the uncle took charge and arranged everything after a simple understanding of the basic information.
The registered capital was ten million yen, and the uncle took care of everything, including seals, identity docunts, company address, notarization of company articles, and so pre-paid fees.
Two days ago, after all these procedures were completed, they were sent to Takayuki via express delivery.
For the uncle, the money seed insignificant, and he valued the friendship with Takayuki's father more, so Takayuki didn't hesitate to accept.
Of course, Takayuki also promised the uncle a share of the original shares.
For the uncle, this amount of money was like a drop in the bucket, and he didn't care at all. Even if Takayuki incurred a total loss, he wouldn't say a word to Takayuki's father.
However, this uncle probably never imagined that what seed like a whim of Takayuki's would develop into a market worth billions of yen.
Money talks.
With all the necessary docunts and keys in hand, Takayuki drove another cheap car to the front of the company.
The entire company was a three-story standalone building.
One of the floors was temporarily used as a warehouse.
The building looked quite old, with flakes falling off the outer walls. Upon entering, a cold draft greeted them, indicating it hadn't been rented out for quite so ti.
And the rent for this building was two hundred thousand yen per month.
Yes, it was cheaper than the cost of renting a space for a ga machine in those arcades and malls for Takayuki.
At that ti, Takayuki rented those places solely to forcefully occupy territory with financial power.
And then, last night, so arcade owners and the first arcade manager already expressed interest in buying ga machines.
Because these things were just too profitable.
On average, they could earn at least fifteen to sixteen thousand yen a day. If they encountered a few newbies playing this ga, they could earn even more.
Because they died faster.
For those interested in purchasing, Takayuki strictly charged two hundred thousand yen each, not a penny less.
After so initial bargaining, they reluctantly agreed to the terms.
With this, Takayuki once again gathered five to six million yen.
Of which, more than three million was refunded rent, and the remaining two million was part of the price so arcades paid to acquire the ga machines.
In the end, there were only four machines left in the corridors of several large supermarkets.
Although they attracted a lot of attention and envy, obviously no one could imdiately figure out how much money these things could actually make.
Takayuki walked out of the office building again, looking up at the old and worn-out sign above.
It was sothing left behind by the company that previously occupied this building.
It was said that before the bursting of the bubble economy, the company's performance was still very good.
Even an ordinary employee here could afford to rent a luxury car for commuting, paying thousands of yen per day.
It was truly a crazy era.
And then, after the bubble burst, excessive consumption and the company owner's own investnt in real estate led to a swift bankruptcy of the company.
Since then, no one has visited this building again.
Nowadays, such unattractive properties are everywhere in Japan.
The real estate market in Japan has shifted from an investnt commodity to the purest consur product. No one dares to casually buy or rent properties anymore, just to et daily needs.
When Takayuki initially negotiated for this place, the building's managent officer was excited for several days without sleep.
At that ti, the officer even thought that no one would rent the building until it naturally collapsed.
Takayuki took out a retractable ladder from the back of the car and set it up at the entrance. Then, he climbed up slowly with his company sign in his arms.
After removing the old sign, Takayuki silently mourned for the defunct company for a minute.
Finally, he hung up his own sign.
Tokyo Gastar Entertainnt Co., Ltd. (gastar)
The mont the sign was hung up, Takayuki felt as if sothing had changed.
There was a mont of emptiness in his heart.
Then he climbed down the ladder and threw it back into the trunk.
Next, he would tidy up his future office for the next few years.
Of course, such trivial matters didn't require Takayuki to handle them personally.
In this depressed era, even temporary workers were being pursued frantically.
However, the interior of the building was relatively clean despite the cold drafts, so there was no need to hire extra cleaning staff.
Even so, Takayuki single-handedly worked until the afternoon to make the three floors look sowhat presentable.
"Excuse , is this Gastar?"
Just as Takayuki was about to go out to find sothing to eat, a sowhat cautious voice ca from the entrance.
Hearing this voice, Takayuki imdiately perked up.
He quickly erged from a corner.
"Hello, yes, this is Gastar. May I ask who you are?"
The person who entered was a woman.
Judging by her appearance and dress, she seed to be in her thirties.
"Ah, hello, my na is Honda Rimi. I saw your job advertisent, and... there was no gender restriction."
The woman nad Honda Rimi took out a job advertisent from her pocket.
That was exactly what was posted by Takayuki's acquaintance earlier that morning, asking Sayuri to post it in various employnt agencies.
Takayuki blinked.
Honestly, he hadn't expected the first person to co and join them would be a woman.
And she seed to be in her thirties.
At this age, she should already have children and a husband.
In other countries, this would be quite normal.
But this was Japan.
Once a woman beca a housewife, she hardly ever returned to the workforce.
This was the prevailing atmosphere in society.
Even though there was the so-called "Equal Employnt Opportunity Law," it still couldn't change societal norms.
When a woman re-entered the workforce after becoming a housewife, outsiders would view it as the husband's incompetence, causing great trouble for him and preventing him from holding his head high in society.
However, this had nothing to do with Takayuki.
He didn't care about the gender of the employees he needed.
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