Flying over the bubble era

Chapter 14 014. The Heart of Resistance
"Iwahashi-san is going to be my manager?"

Yoshida Miwa was extremely surprised and asked subconsciously.

Iwahashi Shinichi was a little embarrassed by her reaction, and felt a little inexplicable that he suddenly said such a sentence.Because of my guilty conscience, I subconsciously wanted to touch my nose, but fortunately I held back.

No matter what you are talking to, when you touch your nose, you will inevitably feel a little insincere.

He bite the bullet and said, "If you are willing to give me this chance."

Iwahashi Shinichi didn't make this suggestion on a whim, although it seemed like he said it on a whim.

After seeing Yoshida Miwa's talent and enthusiasm, he felt from his heart that if Yoshida Miwa could not succeed, it would undoubtedly be a loss.At this moment, there is no doubt that he is the best person who understands Yoshida Miwa best.

However, just because she has talent, it is not enough for Iwahashi Shinichi to blurt out such a proposal.

Yoshida Miwa has a talent that others can't understand, but he can understand.And he himself, and only with her, received the respect of such a solemn apology.

He wants Yoshida Miwa's singing to be heard by more people and help a genius reach the top.At the same time, he also allows his talents to be used in the right place, rather than being a reason to be excluded.

This is not a hothead, but his sudden resistance after encountering the isolation of the club——

"But, does Yanqiao-san know what the agent is going to do?" A verbal dart was thrown over.

Chi - as if the air leaked after being pierced by a dart, Iwahashi Shinichi's pride just now went down.Yoshida Miwa's question was right at the heart of the red heart. He covered his cheeks with one hand, "...It seems that I don't know very well."

It's polite enough to say that, all his understanding of the profession of an agent came from listening to the band's manager Fengjima when he went to the show with Mimi CLUB that night.

The idea of ​​selling excellence incited his blood to boil, but although the ideal European style is plump, the reality is not worth it.

At this moment, he is like a confused coach who has completed the pre-match mobilization, only to realize that the mobilization was wrong.

"Haha!" Yoshida Miwa told him to be amused by this reaction.

The laughter was like darts being thrown one after another, making him more and more embarrassed.

"Sure enough, is it too naive..." Iwahashi Shinichi sighed, feeling that his cheeks were getting more and more sour.

"However, innocence is also good for innocence." Yoshida Miwa turned to look at him.

He couldn't keep his head up, "It's not necessary for comfort."

Yoshida Miwa was half-joking, "It's not all consolation, part of it is sincere." After a pause, she asked curiously, "However, Iwahashi-san, I have a question."

"Ok?"

"Why did you think of being my agent?"

Speaking of this, Iwahashi Shinichi got a little more emotional, and for the moment forgot his heart-wrenching laughter, "You said, I'm an excellent person, right?"

"That's right, and I feel the same way now," Yoshida Miwa said.

Iwahashi Shinichi said "thank you" and added, "Since you think so, then I am an excellent person, at least by your side." He considered his language, "I also think you are excellent from my heart—this is not a problem. Are they touting each other?"

A big smile appeared on Yoshida Miwa's face, looking at him with interest, but did not answer.

"Whether it is or not, anyway—" Iwahashi Shinichi paused, "I know a manager of an underground band, and he told me that the manager's job is to 'sell excellence'."

"Selling excellence?" Yoshida Miwa repeated, thinking about it, "That's an interesting statement."

"I think so too." He said, "However, I have a new feeling now, that is, the sale of excellence must be done by the same excellent people. If they are not excellent people, they cannot find it. The talents of excellent people. In the end, they will only be sold at a low price, or even trampled on excellence.”

Yoshida Miwa was fascinated.

"To be a good manager, you must first recognize the talent of your singer, that is to say, you must first become the singer's number one fan. From these two points, I am the most suitable manager for you. "

"First," Iwahashi Shinichi stretched out a finger, "because I'm also very good, and I know your talent better than anyone else. If you weren't as good as me, you wouldn't be able to sell your goodness."

"That's a bit narcissistic for me, Iwahashi-san." Yoshida Miwa laughed.

Iwahashi Shinichi didn't answer, and stretched out his second finger, "Then it's another point, because I know your talent better than anyone else, and I think I can rely on selling your excellence to eat, so I'm you now. The most ardent fan is not an exaggeration. Satisfying these two points, am I not the best person for this agent?"

Speaking of this, I felt that I still had to respect the facts, so I added, "...Although I hardly know the work of an agent." But I felt that I could save one more time, and added another sentence: "But I think can learn."

"Interesting." Yoshida Miwa whispered, picked up the glass, and drank a little slowly.Suddenly he said, "Okay."

"Hey?"

Yoshida Miwa glanced at him, "Didn't you say you want to be my manager? Iwahashi-san."

"That's right..." The goal was so easy to achieve, but Iwahashi Shinichi didn't know what to say.

Yoshida Miwa laughed at him, "I said it right now."

"The process is beautiful." Iwahashi Shinichi smiled awkwardly and brought a bowl of chicken soup that was not tasty, and then asked, "Why did Yoshida-san agree to be this manager? No other meaning, just curious. "

"Because of trust." Yoshida Miwa said without hesitation, "I trust you, a rookie agent who, although inexperienced, keeps saying that he needs to sell my excellent food, and that he knows me better than anyone else."

"Well, it doesn't seem like a good word, does it?"

"It's a good word." Yoshida Miwa looked at him, "For example, a driver who has good driving skills but is reckless, and a driver who is not very good but cautious, in a long journey, if I choose, I will choose the latter. kind of."

"Understandable." Iwahashi Shin nodded.

"It's the same with the journey of life," she said, "I think, instead of entrusting my future to an experienced agent who looks down on me, I should entrust myself to you, a novice agent who is going to depend on me for food. Belly doesn't lie, right?"

Speaking of this, she smiled slightly, "Do you really want to rely on me for food? Yanqiao-san."

This question was asked as if the rich woman was going to take care of the little white face.

But even so, Iwahashi Shinichi still answered firmly: "Of course."

(End of this chapter)