Chapter 9: We Are Advertising Professionals
Taking action instead of talking, Uesugi Kiyoshi led Matsuda Shomei to the courtyard.
Chasing away the onlookers, Matsuda Shomei finally relaxed when he saw the full view of the Protective Walking Machine.
"This is a great thing!" He touched the walking device with amazement, "Is this what you want us to sell?"
Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded.
"Don’t worry, this job is safe and not hard work. As for the reward… I guarantee that Yumura Society will treat you well once it’s done!"
He doesn’t have much money right now.
"Reward?"
Matsuda Shomei stared intensely at the protective walking machine, his eyes burning with emotion.
"Excuse me, could we use this as our reward if possible?"
"Huh? What do you need this for?"
Uesugi Kiyoshi focused on the mid-to-high-end market, not considering the demand from the underworld. Besides, wouldn't protective gear be a better choice for fighting and violence?
"You have no idea, these past few days we've been badly hurt by protective gear!"
Mentioning this, Matsuda Shomei looked pained, tears welling up in his eyes.
"We are a serious gang organization recognized by the government, not just violent thugs. In the past, showing tattoos and weapons was enough to handle situations, but now, who knows what's under my protective suit?"
One stone stirred a thousand waves, his words struck a chord with the surrounding gang members, and everyone started complaining.
"Yes, we used to just hang out at the pachinko parlor, just standing around, but now we have to take action!"
"But we can't blame those troublemakers, they might think there are no watchful eyes around!"
"Fighting is one thing, but if the protective suit gets slightly damaged, we'll be caught by the balloons in the sky! This, this!"
"Why can't the protective suit be designed to be transparent? If we can't show off tattoos and knives, how can we intimidate others?"
I see!
Uesugi Kiyoshi pondered for a moment, then generously reached out his hand.
"Well then, let's cooperate happily."
…
The group of Head Balloons that had occupied the sky above Tokyo for a long time suddenly showed a hint of change.
Shinjuku, Bunkyo, Shibuya, Nakano…
In the sky of the twenty-three districts, almost at the same time, blue Head Balloons appeared.
Compared to the flesh-colored ones, they were much larger in size, with striking colors that made them stand out even more.
Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that the reason for their size was that all of these Head Balloons wore uniquely styled hats.
In contrast to the usual styles, these hats had large protective wings hanging down on both sides, tightly pressed against their cheeks, effectively doubling the size of the balloons.
They lined up in the sky, each one bearing a large red letter, forming a sentence when put together.
"The latest invention by the inventor of the protective suit, the ultimate weapon against Head Balloons, will soon be released!"
On the last balloon, there was a contact address and phone number for the Uesugi Plastic Processing Factory.
Using the way of the ball, Uesugi Kiyoshi showcased his advertisement!
The Head Balloon could replicate the owner's freckles, pimples, and accessories on their head. Therefore, any hats, face paint, or writing would not appear on them.
Uesugi Kiyoshi carefully selected two hundred tough-looking henchmen, made them wear special advertisement hats, painted their faces, wrote on them, and sent them out to different districts in Tokyo.
These people's daily job was to stay still in one place for ten hours.
They didn't move, so the balloons stayed still too.
This innovative and down-to-earth advertising method immediately caught the attention of Tokyo residents, becoming a hot topic of discussion.
More and more people began to notice the words hidden behind the logo, "Inventor of the protective suit: Uesugi Kiyoshi."
Everyone was eagerly awaiting to see the so-called ultimate weapon, wondering what it could be.
Of course, as one of the most powerful figures in Tokyo, Yumura Hideyoshi also couldn't ignore it and called in the afternoon.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Yumura, it's just a gimmick, it won't affect the sales of protective suits, so don't worry!" Uesugi Kiyoshi laughed into his phone.
"Kid, you should know the consequences of angering the Yumura Society!" Yumura Hideyoshi on the other end spoke sternly, changing his tone of voice, "I've already investigated, the protective…"
"Hey, hey, why is there no signal?"
Uesugi Kiyoshi made a quick decision, hung up the phone, and waved for Matsuda Shomei to come over.
"I'll leave this to you, I have something to do and need to go out for a bit."
To deal with the pressure from the approaching Yumura Society, he needed to find foreign assistance as soon as possible.
"Please rest assured!" Matsuda Shomei replied energetically.
At first, he felt embarrassed, receiving curious glances from passersby, feeling like an exhibited monkey.
But later, he relaxed because after all he could help the Yumura Society, especially since the person on the other side was the inventor of protective clothing!
Moreover, it was not just the Senju family who felt humiliated.
Such effective advertising, how could there not be imitators?
The next day, the sky was already filled with various advertisements!
"Flagwood Cuisine, offering you the freshest chicken legs!"
"In MINOKO's words, your hair can definitely grow back!"
"Sasaki's Information Office, the geishas are looking forward to your visit!"
…
For a while, chaos reined as a variety of colorful head balloons decorated with all sorts of ads filled every major business district.
Uesugi Kiyoshi is not there, Matsuda Shomei is super busy. He is trying to grab advantageous positions from other gang organizations and also supervising the members stationed at the headquarters, urgently making bigger hats.
"Boss, boss!"
A gang member hurried over and whispered to Matsuda Shomei, "People from the Yamaguchi Group have also arrived!"
Matsuda Shomei was shocked and his body shrank a bit.
After all, their Senju family is also a subordinate organization of the Yamaguchi Group, and they are the weakest. They can only listen from outside during meetings!
Now that the main group has come, are they here to investigate his responsibilities?
After all, this is really damaging to their image!
Led by the gang member, he hurried to meet the visitors but was stopped outside.
"Mr. Higawa doesn't want to see anyone!" the guard from the Yamaguchi Group said coldly.
Even though the other person had a much lower position, Matsuda Shomei still smiled and begged earnestly.
"Please, I need to talk to Director Higawa in person, plea…se."
He couldn't continue speaking because in the sky, Director Higawa and the other team members had balloons with advertisement hats on. The unique thing was that on top of the hats, they also wore a lace semi-transparent pair of underwear.
[Fuji Lace Underwear, with great elasticity!]
Looking at the advertisement above, coupled with the despairing look of the guards, Matsuda Shomei couldn't help but understand.
It's all just tasks from big companies!
