Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 153
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 153
2 PM, in front of Johann’s hotel room.
Ryosuke Murata, who had walked quickly, wipes the sweat flowing down his neck.
“Wh-when will Mr. Jefferson…?”
Is the young star of Hollywood and Billboard throwing another tantrum?
‘No way. This broadcast can’t be canceled!’
This is a show program hosted by a famous Japanese celebrity.
If they bail out with only 3 hours left until recording starts, it won’t just damage Johann’s image but also Warner Brothers Japan’s.
There might even be problems with business dealings.
‘Maybe even Warner Music Japan!’
“Ah, sorry. It’s already time, isn’t it.”
Rick Bottom, checking his wristwatch, knocks on the hotel room door.
Knock knock knock!
Swoosh!
‘Huh?!’
Manager Murata is surprised seeing Johann come out opening the door.
Something has changed.
‘His atmosphere has changed?’
He’s become sharper and more indifferent.
“What’s the matter?”
“It’s time to leave.”
“…Ah.”
‘Huh?’
Manager Murata is surprised again.
‘Did his atmosphere change again?’
Even though he’s right in front of him, even though he looks so striking, his impression becomes blurred as if he’d forget him the moment he turns around.
“Is it already that time? Just a moment. Let me get my hat.”
Johann goes back inside and comes out, handing Rick Bottom a paper bag full of letter envelopes, then stands in front of Manager Murata.
And bows his head deeply.
“I’m sorry.”
“…Ye-yes?”
“Due to my immature behavior, I have caused great damage to your company. I deeply reflect on this, and I will compensate for all losses incurred from the handshake event cancellation with my own money.”
“…No, no! It’s fine!”
Although there were many losses from the handshake event cancellation, they were at a level that could be ignored.
How many overseas stars were far more eccentric than Johann?
Johann was actually on the well-behaved side.
More than that…
‘Wh-what have I done?’
He must have unknowingly pressured the VIP requested by Warner headquarters enough to make him apologize.
Breaking out in cold sweat, he hurriedly bowed.
His subordinate employees bow even deeper.
“We must have inadvertently burdened you! Please forgive us!”
“…You didn’t burden me, I reflected on my own. So please don’t worry. I’m sincere.”
“…Yes! Understood!”
‘He doesn’t believe me.’
But it would be awkward to contact Warner here and say that Manager Murata is taking good care of him.
‘I should just let it pass here.’
Johann looked at Rick Bottom.
“After returning home, there’s no schedule besides movie promotion, right?”
“Just one more week.”
“After that, I’ll be doing composition work. Even if there are schedules, please cancel them all.”
He wants to make songs.
Songs for the disappointed Japanese fans.
“Yes, understood.”
“Thank you. Oh, has there been any contact from the Korean group called Big Mama?”
“I’ll check once more.”
“Please do. Then let’s go.”
Rick Bottom watches Johann who takes the first step.
‘He’s completely back.’
To the Johann from back then.
Rick Bottom smiled satisfactorily and quietly followed behind Johann.
* * *
Beep! Beep beep!
The broadcasting station waiting room is quiet except for game console sounds and fishing video sounds.
A man sprawled on the sofa with his arm covering his eyes opens his mouth.
“So who’s the guest coming today? Huh? Masa.”
“…You drank yesterday, didn’t you?”
“Cocomi said ‘I hate daddy!’ yesterday and slammed her room door…”
What was supposed to be just one drink because he felt down turned into drinking until he blacked out.
So some of his memories are gone.
Including the content about today’s guest appearance.
“Huh. Is Coco already going through puberty?”
“She’s fourteen… Argh! Why do kids grow up so fast!”
Just until last year, she was a daughter who would run to hug him first when he came home from work, but suddenly changing makes him flustered and hurt.
“Ah, I don’t want to go home…”
Ding!
“Hm?”
The man checking his phone suddenly gets up.
“…Haha! Come on, Masa! Hurry up and bring out the materials about the guest!”
“You must have gotten a message from Coco.”
“She probably said sorry for speaking harshly yesterday. Coco is kind after all.”
Masa, no, Masahiro Nakai, the leader of this group, chuckles and hands over materials with content about Johann.
The man, Takuya Kimura, looks through the materials thoroughly, reviving his memory.
After reading all the materials, he looks at Masahiro.
“Only sixteen years old? Just two years older than our Coco?”
Starting composition activities at age 11, by age 16 now, he has over 10 songs that made it onto the Billboard charts.
Among them, ‘STAR’, which made Robin Joel a rookie diva, made many parents cry at the time and even reached number 1 on the Oricon charts, and ‘WE GO’ is still loved enough to be used as a cheering song in various schools.
An amazing composer and singer who worked with Robin Joel, Joe Walsh, Jimmy Page, and Bruno Mars, who also appeared on their broadcasts when they stopped by Japan for world tours.
And today he’s appearing as an actor.
“The movie performance is 1.6 million people?”
For a foreign film’s performance in its second week of release, that’s quite respectable.
The Japanese live-action film market, where audience numbers have plummeted since being overtaken by animation at some point.
Even though the scale of Japan’s film market is among the top five in the world, much of it should be considered inflated numbers.
‘No, this level is definitely in the upper ranks.’
If it’s drawing this much popularity, it will stay on screens for three months, no, even over half a year.
Screening popular works for a long time is a characteristic of the Japanese film market.
This movie should be considered just getting started from now.
“Ah, it’s a disaster movie.”
Takuya Kimura, who immediately understood, frowns.
“To be this successful at 16 years old…”
A holy knight who even received a medal from the Papal Knights.
“Ugh. Today’s going to be quite a headache.”
“…Tell me about it.”
“The interpreter and Producer are going to have a tough time today.”
Since they too succeeded at a young age, they couldn’t help but worry.
Knock knock!
“Come in!”
“Hello.”
‘Huh?’
An unfamiliar voice.
They were about to continue their conversation without paying attention to the door opening, but turned their heads and suddenly stood up.
“Oh! Welcome! Welcome! No, welcome to Japan!”
“We’re SMAP.”
‘Where’s the interpreter?!’
Johann slightly bows his head while watching them make a fuss.
“I can speak Japanese, so please feel comfortable. Hello, I’m Johann Jefferson.”
“…Are your Parents perhaps Japanese?”
“Haha. I’m not sure about that. I lived in the Forest until I was 11.”
‘Oops!’
The SMAP Members gave a look to the member who said something unnecessary and looked at Johann with bright eyes.
‘He’s not arrogant?’
Having experienced all sorts of things in the entertainment industry like them, they could gauge someone’s character after just a few words of conversation.
But Johann showed no arrogance, not even the aura of a successful person.
If anything, there was only a slightly clumsy yet confident atmosphere typical of teenagers.
‘Could it be… he doesn’t know how successful he is?’
If so, that would be an extremely rare type.
They smiled warmly and guided Johann to his seat.
“We’ll ask later, but do you happen to know who we are?”
“I do. I’ve watched your Artworks several times.”
A spy’s operation begins with investigating the target.
He had already grasped the basics about SMAP.
“O-our Artworks?”
“I haven’t seen everything, but from Mr. Kimura’s works here, I was impressed by Hero and Mr. Brain…”
Their filmography came flowing out.
“Oh, and I was also impressed by ‘The Only Flower in the World’ that Coldplay’s Chris Martin covered at a concert.”
“…Heheh!”
Even though it was just a brief investigation, it was fine.
The very fact that America’s young genius had studied about them made them happy.
So they found themselves opening up without realizing it.
“Um… please don’t misunderstand when you hear this. During the actual recording later, could you just greet in Japanese and do the rest in English? Japan has a certain admiration for America.”
“We might ask some mischievous questions…”
Johann nodded as he read the concern and worry on their faces as they gave him various tips about broadcast proceedings.
“Ah, yes. I understand what you mean. I’ll do that. Don’t worry.”
‘He really has a good personality…’
It seemed like today’s broadcast would be easy.
At that, Takuya Kimura’s eyes lit up.
“Do you happen to like Surfing?”
“…Someone shut his mouth.”
Takuya Kimura loved Surfing so much that he turned completely dark every summer, giving many People headaches.
The Members rushed to him urgently.
“Welcome to SMAP’s Bistro SMAP! Today’s guest is…! What? Really? This person is appearing?”
“Stop making such a fuss, Nakai!”
“Yawn. Isn’t there something good for a hangover?”
“You smell like alcohol!”
The Studio quickly became chaotic.
Masahiro Nakai, who had been bickering with the Members, introduced Johann again.
“…It’s Mr. Johann Jefferson!”
“Waaaah!”
Johann came out with a bright smile, waving his hand, and Masahiro Nakai introduced Johann’s background while having a simple conversation.
The Members listened attentively to their conversation and occasionally interjected.
“After studying about Japan, I learned that Japan is good at seafood and meat dishes. Especially, there are many places that sell a dish called meatloaf, no, hamburger Steak.”
A type of dish that not many People eat in America.
But Japan had elevated this into their own unique Territory.
It could be said to be similar to Korea’s tteokgalbi or neobi-ani, yet completely different.
“Oh! You researched really thoroughly! So what would you like to request from the chefs here?”
“Hamburger.”
“…Excuse me?”
“The Hamburger that I ate most deliciously after coming down from the Forest, my greatest dish and the dish representing America. I’d like you to make it Japanese-style.”
All the SMAP Members looked at the Producer.
* * *
“Definitely! We must definitely work together! Wait for me!”
“Haha. I’ll try my best.”
“Cut! Good work everyone!”
“So what happens to the Black Panther Cub?!”
“Phew.”
“Hah.”
As the slate was clapped, the SMAP Members’ shoulders drooped.
Now that they were older, long Photography sessions were overwhelming for them.
“Good work, Mr. Jefferson.”
“Please speak comfortably.”
“Haha. Was the food really okay?”
“Yes.”
He was sincere.
The patty that was appropriately minced and grilled like the hamburger Steak sold in Japan was impressive, but the sweet wasabi sauce was more memorable.
The wasabi sauce was truly exotic, as if it could only be eaten in Japan.
“The okonomiyaki Sandwich with soy sauce egg sauce was also exotic.”
Something that couldn’t be called a Hamburger, made by using okonomiyaki as buns and putting chicken karaage inside.
It couldn’t even be called a Hamburger since even the patty wasn’t a beef patty but karaage, which is fried food.
“Ahaha. Sorry! Even I thought ‘oops’ after making it all!”
“Ugh. Serving such weird food to a guest we barely invited!”
“Die! Die!”
“Ah! Wait!”
“Haha. Then let’s meet again next time.”
It seemed like Johann would be coming to Japan frequently from now on.
“Yes, see you next time.”
The emotion disappears from Johann’s face as he turns around after exchanging greetings with the SMAP members.
“How was I?”
Rick Bottom gives him a thumbs up instead of answering.
It was a modest yet appropriately confident appearance that Japanese people would like.
Manager Murata and the staff members also approach while clapping.
“There are no more schedules for today, right?”
“Yes. Do we have any stationery left?”
“No.”
“Then we can have a meal while buying stationery on the way.”
Johann is not someone who would be full from just two hamburgers.
“Let’s do that… Nishihara’s group hasn’t left yet, right?”
“They left when you were writing the letter.”
They said staying any longer would be a nuisance.
“Ah.”
It’s disappointing that he couldn’t say goodbye, but it can’t be helped.
“Then for dinner…”
“How about king crab cuisine!”
There happens to be a king crab restaurant in Shibuya, located on the way back to the dormitory, that serves king crab prepared in various ways as a course meal.
Or there’s also a place that grills beef by different cuts.
‘While also giving him a tour of Shibuya!’
No matter how much he wants to, if they keep a VIP only at the hotel, people will say the hospitality was poor.
‘I have to protect my salary and performance evaluation!’
“Ah, then I’ll go with the king crab please.”
He can eat beef anytime, but king crab is a bit difficult to get.
“Yes!”
Manager Murata smiled brightly and quickly signaled to his subordinate employees, who promptly headed to Shibuya.
* * *
“Why…”
Johann stares at the king crab shell.
“Doesn’t America have this kind of cuisine?”
Johann, who had eaten various seafood appetizers including sushi and even king crab sashimi.
The sweetness and umami of the king crab meat that bloomed like a flower made the word ‘delicious’ come to mind first, even without using Absorption Reading on Japanese people.
‘Maybe it’s because of fragments left by people I’ve already used Absorption Reading on.’
The fragments of ‘Master Chef’ Park Paeng-nyeon might have had an influence too.
“Haha. I’ll order more.”
Slide!
“Excuse me for a moment here.”
“Yes!”
Johann opens the door and falls into thought while watching Yamamoto ordering food.
‘Both Korea and Japan have quite diverse cuisines.’
He strongly felt that they had researched to create various flavors with limited ingredients and cuts.
‘Park Paeng-nyeon was like that too.’
‘Master Chef’ Park Paeng-nyeon, who tried to bring out completely different flavors from a single ingredient, cooking in various ways to bring out the taste to its extreme.
He didn’t stop there, but also attempted various dishes combining different ingredients to discover other hidden flavors within the ingredients.
Probably all chefs in Korea and Japan in the past were like this.
‘But why is America…’
“Is it because ingredients are abundant?”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s nothing.”
‘It seems right too. Huh?’
Johann looks up at the closed door.
Rick Bottom is also staring outside the door.
Their gazes moving together from left to right.
The sound of several footsteps tickles their ears.
“Why, why are you doing that?”
“It’s nothing. More importantly, this is really delicious.”
“I’ll look for places where you can eat this in LA.”
“Ah, that’s not what I was hoping for…”
Still, he’s grateful that they’ll look into it.
Knock knock!
“Ah, the next dish must have come out…”
Crash!
“Kyaaah!”
Noise coming through the gap of the half-open sliding door.
Thud!
“Gah!”
A familiar-looking man screaming and sprawling enters Johann’s view as he looks outside.
“Wow.”
‘At this point, it’s really inevitable, isn’t it?’
Johann twisted his lips while drinking oolong tea.
“Grrgh!”
The man who fell after being kicked in the back tries to run away without even looking back.
At that moment, a rough hand grabs and twists his hair.
“Ah!”
A bald man with a fierce expression enters the vision of the man whose head was forcibly turned.
“Hey, Inoue. You’re living the good life. While we eat lunch boxes at the office, the debtor who borrowed 100 million yen is leisurely eating at such an expensive place! And even with a woman! Huh? What should we do, boss?”
Both their gazes turn backward.
A man in his 50s with neatly slicked-back hair, pitch-black sunglasses, and a neat suit.
A scar running diagonally across his face is impressive.
“Haha. Oh, it’s been a while, Hamuro.”
“Yeah, Inoue.”
The man takes out a cigarette and puts it in his mouth.
Click! Hiss!
“Phew. Has it been half a year since you borrowed my 100 million yen and went into hiding?”
It wouldn’t be this absurd if he had run far away.
He was within the same Tokyo.
“Al, already that long? I, I didn’t ignore your calls on purpose, my phone suddenly broke… Haha. Pl, please understand…!”
Hiss!
“Aaaahhh!”
The cigarette being pressed against Inoue’s cheek.
A sharp scream bursts out, but they don’t even care.
The man slaps the struggling Inoue’s cheek.
Smack!
“Grrgh!”
“Inoue, including half a year’s interest, it’s 300 million yen. What are you going to do?”
“Th, that’s ridiculous! How can half a year’s interest be 200 million…”
Crack!
“Argh!”
“Why do bastards like you always say different things when borrowing versus when paying back? Anyway, you can’t pay it back, right?”
The eyes behind the slightly lowered sunglasses gleam dangerously.
Chills!
“I, I have it! I do! Once the mansion I inherited from my grandfather sells!”
“Ah, that thing? The one that’s over a hundred years old and won’t even sell?”
On top of that, the land is uselessly vast, so no one readily wants to buy it.
“How do you know that…?”
“…Did you think I’d lend such a huge sum without checking your assets?”
His eyes, which had wavered slightly, turn sharp again.
“What’ll it be? Will you hand over the house, or… you know what happens if you don’t, right?”
“Nonsense! How can I hand over something worth 1 billion for 300 million… That’s it!”
Inoue shakes off the bald man’s hand gripping his head and stands up.
“You’re after the things my grandfather collected, aren’t you?! Yeah, now the situation makes sense! You lent me money to devour my grandfather’s house whole…”
“Haaah.”
Crack!
Inoue’s head turns again.
“Hey, Inoue. You think I wouldn’t know that you sold off all your grandfather’s inheritance? You think I wouldn’t know only an empty house remains?”
Inoue had sold everything that looked old from his grandfather’s mansion left as inheritance, down to every last chair.
The money he gathered that way was about 800 million yen.
“The Inoue Family, once rumored to have assets of 1 trillion yen, was just an illusion created by rumors. Right?”
Inoue’s eyes waver.
Because it’s the truth. The Inoue Family had squandered their fortune like water leaking from a cracked bowl since his great-grandfather’s time due to business failures and such.
Even after searching the entire house, all that came out were barely a few dozen antiques.
“B-but the mansion worth 1 billion yen…”
“In six months, just the interest will exceed 1 billion, won’t it?”
“…Please give me time! Then I’ll somehow manage!”
“What reason do I have to trust you?”
The Inoue before him had squandered a total of 900 million yen – 800 million yen in cash from selling antiques plus 100 million yen borrowed from the man – on gambling and entertainment in just two years since his grandfather’s death.
On top of that, he had intentionally cut off contact with the man.
“Take him away.”
“N-no!”
If he gets dragged away like this, it’s over.
He might never see sunlight again.
‘I still have 30 million yen I haven’t spent yet!’
Just as the pale-faced Inoue was about to call for help from those around him.
“I’ll buy that house. For 500 million yen.”
A voice that makes everyone freeze.
The men, moneylenders, and Inoue discover Johann watching indifferently from right beside them.
“Hey, kid. What you just said…”
“What I want is all rights to that mansion and land.”
All rights to the main house of ‘collector’ Inoue Ryoma.
“As long as I get that, I don’t care what happens to that person.”
Then he’ll buy it for 500 million yen.
“What do you say? Deal?”
The moneylenders’ mouths fell wide open.
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