dhibooks Chapter 99 A Massacre of Four Parties: Mochizuki Ryo, Yukimura's Little Hobby
Chapter 99 A Massacre of Four Parties: Mochizuki Ryo, Yukimura's Little Hobby
The others present were stunned for a moment before they realized that Wang Yueling wasn't going on a date at all, but was going to attend a business meeting.
"Why doesn't Atobe need to go?" Mukahi asked, his face full of doubt.
Pretending not to hear Ren-ou's teasing, Mochizuki Ryou smiled and answered Mukahi's puzzled question.
"From the Atobe Group's side, the person present today is Mr. Seiichi Atobe, who is Keigo's father. Keigo was originally supposed to go too, but he chose to stay and lead the training camp. Right, Keigo?"
Atobe then dried his hair with a towel, his expression still calm, but his tone became more serious.
"Ah, Father arrived in Karuizawa last night. He'll be in charge of today's meeting, so I won't be going."
Wang Yueling raised her chin, her gaze sweeping over everyone present, her tone suddenly taking on a dangerous languidness.
"While I'm away, everyone must follow the training schedule diligently. If I catch anyone slacking off... hehe~"
He pointed to the surveillance camera hidden in the corridor, a half-smile playing on his lips.
"There are cameras recording everywhere on the estate, and I'll review them one by one later. You should know the consequences if I catch anyone slacking off."
As soon as he finished speaking, the boys who had been watching the commotion instantly became serious.
Mukahi was the first to retreat into her room, her short red hair swaying as she moved. Kirihara was the second, muttering, "My hair hasn't been gelled yet, I'm going to get some gelled," before turning and running back to her room.
Marui grabbed Jiro by the back of the collar and turned to leave, with Kuwabara following suit. Niou pushed Yagyu forward a step and hid behind him.
Liu closed his notebook and said casually to Wang Yueling, "I will record all of today's training data." Sanada adjusted his hat brim and said in a deep voice, "Don't let your guard down," before turning and walking towards the restaurant.
When the regular members saw that the regulars had all run away, they immediately scattered like birds and beasts.
"I'm going for a morning run!"
"I'm going to practice my swing!"
"I'm so hungry, time to go get breakfast!"
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In the blink of an eye, only Mochizuki Ryo and Atobe remained in the corridor.
Looking at the empty corridor, Atobe couldn't help but laugh, his words dripping with teasing: "Your current intimidation power is truly terrifying."
Wang Yueling shrugged, looking both proud and smug: "There's nothing I can do about it, that's just how it is. Don't idolize your coach too much."
Atobe resisted the urge to roll his eyes, walked over, checked his watch with him, said a few words about the meeting, and finally patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on them."
As Mochizuki Ryo watched Atobe turn and head towards the basketball court, a faint smile appeared on her lips. She then turned and walked out of the dormitory building.
At the entrance of the manor, a black Mercedes had been waiting for a long time, and the driver respectfully got out of the car to open the door for him.
"Young Master, the peaches have been placed in the refrigerator in the car, and the meeting venue is ready."
Wang Yueling nodded slightly, bent down and sat in the back seat. The car door closed gently, and the car smoothly drove away from the manor, heading slowly towards the Karuizawa meeting place.
The carriage was quiet and elegant, with excellent sound insulation, and the mountain scenery outside the window slowly receded into the distance.
Wang Yueling leaned back in the soft chair, took out her tablet, and reviewed the key points of the business negotiation meeting, going through them one by one.
He quickly browsed through the densely packed items, including business cooperation details, terms for the medical team's entry, plans for supporting youth tennis charity, and agreements for the implementation of venue facilities, and mentally outlined his negotiation strategy.
The morning mist outside the window had completely dissipated, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the roadside trees, casting dappled patterns of light on his suit trousers.
After browsing through the documents, he put down the tablet, picked up his phone, and opened his chat with Yukimura Seiichi.
The sharpness in his eyes faded, replaced by a gentle smile. He lightly tapped the screen with his fingertips and typed a message.
[Ling]: Good morning, Jing City. How are you feeling today?
Yukimura replied shortly afterward.
[Seiichi]: Good morning, I'm fine. I took a couple of extra laps in the hospital garden this morning.
[Ling]: That's good. But don't walk for too long, just moderate exercise is fine. The same goes for rehabilitation training; too much of anything is bad, so take it slow and don't rush. (Little Golden Retriever wearing glasses seriously taps the blackboard.jpg)
[Seiichi]: I know, you're even more long-winded than a doctor.
Wang Yueling looked at it and couldn't help but smile. He tapped his fingertips on the screen and continued typing.
[Ling]: I have a business meeting in Karuizawa today, and I'll come to see you at the hospital afterward. Is there anything you'd like to eat? (Golden retriever wagging its tail happily.jpg)
There was a long silence on the other end before a reply was given.
[Seiichi]: There's nothing in particular I want to eat, but I'm craving something sweet.
As Wang Yueling looked at the words, her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the edge of her phone, her smile growing even stronger.
He knows Yukimura too well.
From the moment he saw the phrase "want something sweet," he already knew the answer.
This gentle yet cunning cat never directly expresses its desires. It wants the peanut milk I brought when we first met, but it won't say it outright, only vaguely mentioning that it wants something sweet, leaving me to guess.
This is Yukimura's unique way of being a tsundere, subtle and awkward, hiding a cautious dependence and a touch of coquetry.
Wang Yueling saw through everything, but didn't find it troublesome at all.
He really enjoys these little word games.
While he wouldn't bother to speculate about others, when it came to Yukimura, every attempt to guess his thoughts and desires became a unique source of enjoyment.
Yukimura enjoyed the surprise of being cared for and understood, and he cherished this exclusive favor. He was also happy to play along with this gentle little game.
Wang Yueling gently twirled her phone between her fingers, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.
An interesting idea suddenly popped into my head.
Let's just pretend we didn't guess it.
When we get to the hospital, I won't mention the peanut milk at all. I'll see how long Seishi can hold back and whether he can't help but subtly hint at it.
Thinking of Yukimura's feigned composure, yet with anticipation hidden in his eyes, he couldn't help but chuckle softly and casually utter a French phrase.
"Quel petit malin. (What a clever little devil!)"
A slight mischievousness crept into his heart, and the boy's eyes were filled with a gentle yet playful smile.
[Ling]: You want something sweet... I'll have to think about it. There seems to be a nice dessert shop near the hospital, I'll go see if they have anything you like.
[Seiichi]: ...Okay.
Wang Yueling stared at Yukimura's last reply for several seconds, then smiled, put down her phone, and continued reviewing the meeting documents.
The car drove smoothly all the way, and after more than half an hour, it slowly entered the Karuizawa cultural tourism planning area.
The conference venue is located in the heart of the planned area, a modern business estate wholly owned and built by the Wangyue Consortium.
The overall architecture is simple yet grand, blending European elegance with Japanese tranquility. The park is shaded by trees, with neatly trimmed lawns and various precious flowers and trees interspersed throughout.
It has a high-end style yet retains a natural and relaxed feel.
The manor entrance was already filled with all kinds of luxury cars, and many staff members in professional attire could be seen coming and going.
Reporters from various media outlets gathered, their cameras clicking incessantly, waiting on both sides of the entrance for the arrival of heads of major conglomerates and senior executives of the Tennis Association.
As the car slowly drove into the VIP area, the sound of camera shutters and flashes filled the air. All the cameras and lenses were aimed at the black Mercedes. The driver calmly walked around to the back and opened the car door.
Wang Yueling stepped out of the car, his black suit highlighting his upright back, and his wolf-tail blond hair was particularly eye-catching in the sunlight. He raised his hand to straighten his tie, his movements natural and elegant.
His innate powerful aura instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Business people passing by turned their heads to look, and reporters immediately surrounded him with their cameras, pointing them at him and taking pictures, and handing him microphones to interview him.
"With the Mochizuki Foundation joining forces with the Atobe and Taneshima Foundation to develop tennis-related medical services, will they further focus on the youth sports sector in the future?"
"Mr. Mochizuki, I heard that the total investment for this project exceeds 100 billion yen. Is that true?"
"There are rumors that the platform's core team includes top experts from Germany. Can you confirm this? After the medical team arrives, will rehabilitation resources be open to tennis players nationwide?"
"Mr. Mochizuki, you're only fifteen years old, and you're already leading such a large project. Don't you feel any pressure?"
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Flashbulbs went off incessantly, and reporters bombarded him with questions.
Wang Yueling remained calm, a polite smile on her face, and an elegant aura emanated from her.
Faced with a barrage of questions from reporters, he remained calm and composed, answering their questions with unwavering composure.
Thank you all for coming today.
"The core purpose of establishing the sports medicine service platform is to provide professional rehabilitation diagnosis and treatment, sports injury prevention and physical conditioning services for young sports enthusiasts and professional tennis players."
He spoke slowly and clearly, carefully considering the nuances of each word.
"The investment amount and cooperation details for the medical platform will be explained to everyone on the official website after the meeting. As for the core team, Dr. Laurent from Germany is our chief medical advisor, and his achievements in the field of motor neurology are widely recognized."
"Dr. Laurent's team will be based on the platform long-term, and reservations will be open to all legally registered tennis players in Japan, regardless of level, catering to both professional players and new generation enthusiasts."
"We will gradually establish public welfare cooperation with the Japan Tennis Association to provide free basic physical examinations and sports protection guidance."
"Finally, age is never a measure of ability. I am confident that I can do my best in this project."
He answered two or three questions, then nodded slightly to the reporters who had asked questions: "Please step aside now, the meeting is about to start."
After he finished speaking, the staff stepped forward to help him separate the reporters who were surrounding him and led him toward the conference hall of the main building of the manor.
As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the hall, a tall and upright figure walked towards me from inside.
The man was wearing a dark gray tailored suit, his tie perfectly tied. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a neat and tidy slicked-back purple-gray hair, and his features bore a striking resemblance to Atobe Keigo.
What's most similar is those ice-blue eyes.
However, those eyes now held a maturity that came with age, and a less youthful sharpness and arrogance.
With an elegant and noble demeanor, every gesture exudes the aura of a top conglomerate leader.
The person who arrived was none other than Atobe's father, Atobe Seiichi.
Wang Yueling nodded first, displaying impeccable manners and elegant demeanor.
"Uncle Atobe, I've long admired you."
Atobe Seiichi stopped in his tracks, his gaze falling on the boy in front of him, his eyes filled with obvious appreciation, and he took the initiative to extend his hand.
"Mochizuki-kun, I've wanted to meet you for a long time."
"Every time Keigo reports to me on the progress of the medical platform project, he always praises you. You're so young, yet you're already in charge of the conglomerate's affairs and also serve as the tennis coach. I've finally met you in person today, and you truly are a young talent."
The two shook hands gently, their attitude friendly.
"Uncle, you flatter me."
Wang Yueling smiled and gave a slight bow, her tone humble yet respectful, maintaining just the right balance. "Keigo has performed very well in the training camp recently; his training stats have consistently been among the best."
When Atobe Seiichi heard his son's name, a few lines appeared at the corners of his eyes as he smiled. His tone was kind and gentle, like that of an elder.
"I heard you guys are staying here together? Did that kid cause you any trouble?"
"How could that be?"
Wang Yueling smiled, her eyes crinkling with a smile that showed no sign of awkwardness, her tone gentle as if she were speaking to an elder.
"Keigo is self-disciplined and responsible, and he cooperated very well throughout the training camp, which helped me a lot. He also helped me with the medical platform project for several weeks, and even the location of this place was decided by him and me."
"He's certainly proactive."
Atobe Seiichi smiled, his tone carrying a father's helplessness and pride towards his son, "Keigo usually doesn't like to talk to me about his personal life at home. But in the past month, when he talks about you, he always mentions 'that guy Ling' this and 'that guy Ling' that."
"He was praising you on the phone last night, saying you're the most dedicated coach he's ever met, and that you wrote dozens of pages of training plans for this training camp."
Wang Yueling blinked, surprised that Jingwu would praise him so openly to his father. This was quite interesting.
No wonder Keigo didn't come to the meeting today; he must be afraid of being exposed by Uncle Atobe.
I'll definitely have to tease him properly when I get back.
The two chatted for a few more minutes, talking about the progress of the training camp, Atobe's recent training status, and Mochizuki Ryo's studies.
Atobe Seiichi made no attempt to hide his affection for the boy in his words, even showing a hint of favoritism from an elder towards a junior.
However, this favoritism was completely replaced by something colder once they entered the conference hall.
From the moment Wang Yueling walked into the conference hall, the boy who had been chatting about everyday matters in the corridor disappeared.
Instead, the heir of the Felix family and the head of the Mochizuki Group took over.
Taneshima Takamasa, the head of the Taneshima family, was chatting with Mr. Fujiwara, the president of the Tennis Association, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. When he saw Mochizuki Ryo enter, he took the initiative to extend his hand, his tone friendly but with a hint of the shrewdness typical of a businessman.
Fujiwara, president of the Japan Tennis Association, and Sato, vice president, also stepped forward to exchange pleasantries. After a few polite words, they all sat down together.
The conference hall was spacious and grand, with a long conference table neatly arranged, and documents and tea provided. Representatives from other parties were already seated and waiting.
Wang Yueling walked to the chairman's seat and sat down. Her back was straight, her fingers were interlaced on the table, and she was elegant and composed. Her blue eyes calmly swept over everyone present.
Her posture was languid yet she exuded a powerful aura.
At the age of fifteen, sitting among a group of middle-aged business tycoons and industry veterans, he showed no sign of nervousness or timidity.
Business negotiations have officially begun.
The parties are engaged in a power struggle over the division of equity in the medical platform, resource investment, operating model, profit distribution, and plans for the public welfare sector.
Taneshima Takamasa sat upright in his seat, his fingertips lightly touching the table, breaking the silence first. His tone was slow and deliberate, and every sentence contained a hint of probing.
"As the largest sponsor in this project, the Tanegashima Foundation has secured most of the resources for cultural tourism channels and media promotion in the early stages. Based on the proportion of funds and resources, the overall operational decision-making power of the platform should rightfully be handed over to us."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Tennis Association President Fujiwara immediately chimed in with a smooth, official smile, "Mr. Taneshima has a point, but ultimately, a sports medicine platform must serve the development of tennis."
"Our tennis association hopes to prioritize the allocation of a large number of top rehabilitation therapists and professional venues for the national reserve team's closed training camps. This is also to cultivate talent for the future of Japanese tennis."
Vice President Sato, standing nearby, quickly chimed in, a sly glint in his eyes, "That's right. Moreover, the exclusive naming rights for the charity event section should rightfully belong to the Tennis Association."
"We don't need to invest any additional funds; just our industry credentials are enough, which is also a form of support for the sports industry from all sides."
The legal advisor accompanying the Tennis Association also spoke up, holding the draft agreement and scrutinizing every detail of the clauses.
Immediately, all sides spoke up, each trying to gain more rights for their own camp, and everyone wanted to spend less money and take more resources.
The atmosphere in the meeting room became tense, with all parties exchanging words and each sentence concealing their own interests and calculations.
The venue gradually quieted down.
All eyes were on the person in the main seat.
Wang Yueling's posture remained languid and upright, her sitting position unchanged, a faint smile playing on her lips, her fingers lightly tapping the conference table.
It's like listening to a casual chat that has nothing to do with you.
He remained silent, neither interrupting nor expressing his opinion, quietly observing the power struggle among the crowd.
After the last speaker closed the document, the meeting room fell completely silent.
Wang Yueling slowly raised her eyes, her gentle voice ringing out. Without any unnecessary preamble, her words were sharp and flawless.
"Then let me clarify everyone's demands one by one."
He looked at Taneshima Takamasa, his smile still gentle.
"Mr. Taneshima holds the title of the project's biggest sponsor and wants complete independent decision-making power, but is unwilling to make any further investment."
"Isn't it a bit unreasonable to want the benefits of having a voice but not want to bear the corresponding costs and responsibilities?"
A flicker of emotion crossed Taneshima Takamasa's eyes, and his tone hardened. "The channels, connections, and hidden resources I invested in the early stages are real capital. Why should I need to add more funds?"
"It is perfectly reasonable to divide the operating rights based on resource contributions."
Wang Yueling gently shook her head in her chair, her tone still elegant and calm: "In business cooperation, we only recognize the balance between paid-in capital and responsibilities. Hidden resources can be converted into cooperation benefits, but they cannot replace funds in exchange for core decision-making power."
He paused halfway through his sentence, leaned forward slightly, and his gaze was clear and straightforward.
"The Tanegashima Foundation's current paid-in capital is far from meeting the standard for sole control of operations."
"Either make up the investment amount to the corresponding proportion and take full control; or maintain the current investment, give up the right to make decisions unilaterally, and join the joint council for joint decision-making."
"Either of the two is acceptable; there is no compromise."
Taneshima Takamasa was speechless at his suggestion, leaned back in his chair, and his face darkened slightly.
Mochizuki Ryo turned to look at Fujiwara and Sato from the Japan Tennis Association, picked up the letter of intent on the table, and gently patted it on the table.
"President Fujiwara and Vice President Sato have very clear demands. They want to exclusively control top-notch rehabilitation therapists and facilities for the national team's use; they also want exclusive naming rights for charity events for free."
"They refuse to allocate a single penny more from the budget, only wanting to seize the benefits without contributing anything."
When Fujiwara, the president of the Tennis Association, saw that he had directly pointed out their little scheme, his old face turned red, and he quickly spoke up, waving his hands and speaking in an official tone.
"Young Master Mochizuki, you're being too polite."
"The Tennis Association's official endorsement of the platform and its role in building industry credibility is invaluable, far exceeding any additional funding. How can this be considered an abuse of power?"
Vice President Sato, who was standing next to him, immediately chimed in, "Yes, serving top tennis players is the platform's original intention, and prioritizing the national team is only natural. There's no need to haggle over the amount of money."
Listening to the two old foxes' wordplay, Wang Yueling's lips curled into a faint smile, and she murmured softly, "c'est intéressant. (That's really interesting.)"
He still rejected her without any mercy.
"Official endorsement is the Tennis Association's duty in participating in cooperation, not a bargaining chip for exorbitant demands. We cannot simply enjoy the benefits of resources without taking responsibility for our own investment."
His azure eyes swept over their increasingly dark faces, his tone calm yet every word hitting the nail on the head.
"I have seen the Tennis Association's publicly available financial reports for the past three years. There has always been an idle sports-specific budget sitting on the books, which has remained unused and unplanned."
"Since they want to monopolize rehabilitation resources and secure naming rights."
"You should allocate a portion of these idle funds to invest in projects and match the equity; it's the most reasonable thing to do."
When Chairman Fujiwara heard Mochizuki Ryo mention the funds, his face stiffened, and he immediately declined, saying, "That budget was already designated for grassroots events. It is against the association's financial regulations to misappropriate it. It must not be touched."
Wang Yueling raised an eyebrow slightly and retorted calmly, "Grassroots events and medical rehabilitation are a whole sports industry chain, and mutual empowerment is completely compliant."
"In the end, your association just wants to take advantage of its official status, only wants to receive dividends and is unwilling to make any investment. There is no such rule of cooperation in the world."
"There's absolutely no sincerity involved!"
Vice President Sato wiped the fine sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, trying to smooth things over, "We're all working for the tennis cause, why be so calculating? Wouldn't it be better to share resources, make concessions, and cooperate amicably?"
Wang Yueling leaned back in her chair, her tone still gentle, yet carrying an undeniable firmness.
"Passion is passion, and a contract is a contract."
"Establish responsibilities and rights first in business cooperation, then talk about win-win situations."
"If you want to use high-quality resources, you should contribute an equivalent amount of funds; if you are unwilling to contribute, you should share them proportionally. There is no exclusive privilege."
"This is also the principle I follow when doing business with the Mochizuki Group."
After that, there were several more rounds of back-and-forth.
Taneshima Takamasa tried to explain himself several times, but Mochizuki Ryo shut him down with business rules; Fujiwara and Sato tried countless roundabout ways, but could not find a single loophole.
Wang Yueling remained elegant and composed throughout, without uttering a single harsh word, yet she dismantled and rejected each of the unreasonable demands from all sides.
Every move hits the nail on the head.
He surveyed the room, and seeing that everyone had thought things through, he slowly began to present the demands of the Mochizuki Group, striking the perfect balance.
"Within the framework of fair cooperation, we also have two reasonable additional rights."
"First, the exclusive naming rights for the Youth Tennis Charity Foundation belong to the Mochizuki Foundation; second, the rehabilitation center offers priority booking access to professional players and top emerging players."
"These two points are reasonable demands on our side, in addition to safeguarding our core rights, and we ask for your approval."
For a moment, the venue was so quiet that you could hear someone breathing.
Wang Yueling's demands were simply outrageous.
All that arguing they did before was for nothing.
Because of Wang Yueling, he wants it all.
The business leaders and internet association bigwigs present were naturally unwilling to give up, and a tug-of-war ensued.
After scheming and plotting for so long, all they wanted was to gain more benefits for themselves, but they were no match for Wang Yueling's meticulous logic and smooth, sharp rhetoric.
They didn't gain any real benefit whatsoever.
Instead, they were gradually led by the tide, each side making concessions and indirectly giving up their idle resources and channel rights.
After countless rounds of confrontation, Taneshima Takamasa picked up his teacup, took a sip, and realized that he couldn't gain any advantage today and that there was no point in continuing the stalemate.
"Fine, let's decide the decision-making model based on the capital allocation ratio. We will not make any additional investment, we will give up our independent operating rights, and we will simply join the joint council."
The people from the Tennis Association had met with the biggest investor, who had already given his consent, so they had no choice but to compromise.
"Since that's the rule, we'll allocate some funds from the idle budget to match resource usage rights, and no longer demand exclusive privileges."
The other investors, naturally, changed their tune accordingly, shaking their heads and sighing as they prepared the contracts to be signed.
Atobe Seiichi, standing to the side, held a teacup and watched silently the whole time, his gaze lingering on Mochizuki Ryo, his admiration and amazement barely concealed in his eyes.
He had been in the business world for decades and had seen countless young heirs, but he had never seen a young man of such age who possessed such a calm demeanor, top-notch eloquence, and business acumen.
With such a mind and ambition, given time, he will surely make a name for himself in the business world, and his momentum will be unstoppable.
He sighed inwardly.
Although his own son was also exceptionally talented, he still fell short of Wang Yueling's temperament and skill. It was Keigo's greatest fortune to be able to become close friends with someone like that.
Keigo, you really made a worthwhile friend!
The deadlock in the meeting room completely dissipated, all parties had no objections, and the staff immediately handed over the draft cooperation agreement.
Seeing that all parties had reached a consensus, Wang Yueling nodded slightly, her tone still calm, "If everyone has no other disagreements, then let's check the terms one by one, sign and stamp them. The project will then be officially launched."
Everyone took turns reviewing the agreement, and all equity, resources, profits, and operational responsibilities were firmly fixed within a fair and uncompromising framework.
This declares that no one can exploit loopholes in the rules.
Representatives from all parties signed and stamped their documents, officially launching the sports medicine service platform.
The tense atmosphere of the negotiations in the meeting room gradually dissipated, becoming relaxed and harmonious, and everyone stood up to chat casually.
Taneshima Takamasa walked up to Mochizuki Ryou, his expression shifting from a confrontational one at the negotiating table to a friendly one during casual conversation.
"Mochizuki-kun, the negotiation just now was very interesting. I heard that you are also deeply involved in the tennis field."
"What a coincidence! My son also loves tennis. He's a couple of years older than you and he's traveling around with his coach to compete. He's pretty good at it."
"He came today too, but he disappeared as soon as he arrived. I don't know which court he went to play at. If he hadn't gone far, you guys should really get to know him."
Taneshima Takamasa shook his head gently, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and indulgent amusement. "That brat has never been able to sit still since he was little. Making him come to this meeting is practically killing him."
Wang Yueling, holding her teacup, smiled and said, "That's a real pity."