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She unfolded the note, edges soft from being handled too many times, and read aloud:
"To make the bubble tea — start with one cup of tapioca pearls. Bring six cups of water to a boil, then pour the pearls in and stir gently so they don't clump together. Let them boil for twenty to twenty-five minutes. When that's done, turn off the heat and let them sit for another fifteen.
Strain the pearls, rinse them under cold water, and coat them with two tablespoons of brown sugar syrup. That keeps them soft and adds a little sweetness.
Next — brew the tea. Two black tea bags in one and a half cups of hot water. Let them steep for five minutes. Stir in three tablespoons of sugar while it's still warm, then let it cool.
When the tea's ready, scoop a quarter cup of the pearls into a tall glass. Add ice. Pour in the cooled tea, then about three-quarters of a cup of milk — any kind you like. Stir it gently.
And that's it. Drink it fresh, while the pearls are still warm and chewy."
She lowered the paper slightly, smiling. "Well," she murmured, "that doesn't sound too hard."
"You get it. That's the recipe." I reply, satisfied with Zoey's expression.
She gathered the documents together and laid them on the table.
"How will this be a success with me as the poster girl for this Bubble tea." Zoey said, a bit timid from how she usually is.
"Zo. This whole idea is on me and you. I'm not going to just give this to you and kick you down the hill for you to go on this solo mission.
I get this is something new I'm giving you that is away from Mira and Rumi, so I understand the nerves.
Yes, Rumi is the front singer, Mira the choreographer and you the song writer. But you also have great talent and ideas that the other 2 don't have.
Golden was a great song. How it's done was a great song. 2 of your recent songs are doing bits on the charts. Golden specifically since this has all three you girl's stories and past.
You're elite Zoey and I think you don't seem to realise that. Mira and Rumi say it as well."
Zoey stayed quiet mulling over what I just said.
I hope.
"I'm kinda surprised you're not jumping around this place and not already thinking about many flavours to use."
"W-well. This is a new field for me. Also, I'm not used to this." Zoey replied.
I put my hands up in mock surrender and continue to watch Zoey go through the plans.
The deal is basically me getting 20% of the business with Zoey securing 80%.
Anyone knowledgeable in business can see how this profit sharing doesn't make sense and how I am on the losing side.
But to be honest, all I want to do in my business style is to build people up with me getting small shares of the profits.
I'm no Sir Alan Sugar, Mark Cuban or Kevin O'leary.
I'm not greedy in business and want to stay honest and close to how islam is with business.
Even though I can't remember much of it.
"I can't take this Chiki, I'm getting too much, and you will be providing for everything." Zoey spoke up, bottom lip sticking out in sadness.
"Zoey and Chikao Tsuda. That's what the papers will say and will be. This business like I said, is for you. I already have many businesses I have started and helped yet still take home 20%. This is minor for me.
I could get Mira into cosmetics, and I would still take home 20% and give her pretty much all the business." I respond.
"Don't worry about what I do, what I take and what I out in. I think about my future for myself and my family. And don't forget, even though I will be taking 20%, after 3 years my take is getting reduced to 10%. So, you can have most of this business."
"Chiki, you're like family. Why are you doing this for me?" Zoey asked, her lower lip now quivering like she is on the verge of tears.
"One of the reasons is what happened to you in America. Even though we may not have people like Donald Trump, who you won't know, that believe they are the people who needs to help other countries in wars as well as how that country should be ran, the schools still treated you badly.
And if you were to, hypothetically, shoot the school up, then that would have been ok.
But that's not you.
And you just seem to want to get in the middle of everything and be the peacemaker between the 2 parties.
You don't think for yourself half the time and just put everyone in front of you and sacrifice your health and happiness to make sure no division is taking place." I answered.
Even though I may not like the America I my old world. This America doesn't have the school shootings and the mass gun crime, the America for some reason just think that they are supreme.
And that irks me. Not everyone is like this, but from what I am aware with Zoey's case and my many trusted employees going to America, there is still that non accountability thing going on. It's a bit dead not going to lie, but I'm a bit glad I'm not in the west.
Getting out into the Marvel or DC universe would be a headache. Or any other movie or TV show that's set in America.
Don't get me wrong.
Pulling up in The Mentalist TV show would be funny. Going up to Patrick Jane and be like: "Wagwan lad, the guy that killed your wife and child was that Sheriff you met at the barn."
He probably won't believe me, but hey, would be sick.
That you Kara Danvers. No word of a lie, you're my favourite Supergirl out there.
Ayo Micheal, let me get in on that final mission
"Chiki? Are you listening?" Zoey's voice broke me out of my daydreaming.
I focus on her, getting back into reality and look at her confused face.
"Nope. Was fantasising about fictional worlds." I reply honestly.
She huffs and crosses her arms in front of her.
"Forget about it then. Anyway, what will we be naming it?"
"Thought I would leave that to you Zoey."
Her eyes shone as she quickly got a piece of paper out of somewhere and grabbed a pen from who knows. The next 5 seconds I see a piece of paper that was once blank, filled with potential names.
Boba Bae
Pearl Party
Sippity
Bubble Love
Happy Tea
Lil' Boba
Moo Moo Tea
Tappy Tapoica
Bubbly Mood
Pop & Pearl
Sip Studio
The Tea Lab
Purely Boba
Haus of Tea
Minimal Sip
Tea Theary
Pearl Room
Bubblehaus
Steep & Sip
Leaf and Pearl
Garden Cup Tea
Bloom Bubbles
Nature Sio
Freshly Steeped
Pop Cha
Boba Town
Cloud 9 Boba
Mellow Cha
Softbrew
"Yo Zoey, you didn't have to rush this naming process. But mad props for getting this sorted. See this is why I chose you for this." I compliment Zoey.
We continued talking about the plan, how I will be doing all the management sorting as well as find the best place to first start off somewhere.
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Since Zoey says they will be busy with rehearsals and trying to get Rumi's voice sorted.
That left me with dealing with the building hunt, the employee recruitment and getting the flavours sorted.
The Recruitment would be easy since, the first time I came here, I established an agency where companies can go to for help with finding potential employees that fit well with the description they need.
It was a rocky start at the start but focusing on first helping small stores get employees for them, we managed to get the positive reviews rom the new staff which allowed us to get big chains on board.
For the past few days, I tasked the Agency to find people to help out with one store and if it is successful, have many staff on a waitlist for potential franchise opportunities.
Zoey needs people who she doesn't have to worry ruining her business with poor performances, so I asked bobby to help with the strictness.
Since the recruitment process is underway, my next priority was finding a place to set up the bubble tea shop.
Now, I have no clue about anything in South Korea. The girls were busy with the awards, rehearsals, song writing, Rumi's voice recovery. With me popping in at night, I'm not going to bombard them with questions and help.
So, the best thing I could do was ask around.
A mistake.
I knew singing was Haram but why did I do it in this life. God, please forgive me.
People know my songs, which means everywhere I went, swarms of fans followed.
I even had people come up to me for interviews and invites came for me to appear on shows.
Me being nice, I accepted, since it allowed me to get a break from the building hunting.
"Oh God, how could this last that long?" I exclaim into the night sky.
Nighttime fell and I'm waking through some street between some houses.
Luckiliy, no one is out and about so I don't have to worry about getting mobbed.
With that being the case, I bask in the night air, feeling the cool breeze touch my skin.
I turn around and watch the moon rise in the distance.
….
I frown.
Huh.
Fair play.
I turn back round and continue walking along the street. Lost in thought.
Doing my best to block the definitely not intimate moment between Rumi and the lead singer of that shitty song Soda Pop.
When I made my way back to the Huntr/x tower, Both Zoey and Mira were sat on the sofa, eyes glued to their phone. Rumi not in sight.
"Yo, Chiki. I saw you were on a talk show." Mira spoke up, glancing my way briefly, before looking back onto her phone.
"Yep, went out to look for ideal spots to purchase a building, ended up on some random talk show." I replied.
"Damn, who knew you was that popular here in South Korea." Mira mocked.
"Some may say that I am better than this small tie group called Huntr/x." I joked back.
A pillow came flying towards my face, to which I easily dodged out of the way.
"Humph, we're greater than you Chiki." Zoey declared, her nostrils flaring.
I put my hands up in mock surrender, choosing not to say anything further.
I head into Rumi's room to pick up some documents I left the last time I was here.
Don't ask, Zoey put them in her room, thinking it would be funny for me to enter her room and start up the event that catches the boy seeing the girl naked in her room scene.
The stuff she sees in anime.
Anyway.
I collect my stuff, and make my way back outside.
Suddenly, I pause.
Eyes glued to the bin.
A chuckle escapes my lips at the sight I just saw.
I re-enter the living room, catching the sight of Rumi.
We make eye contact.
Her eyes widening as she saw me coming from her room.
"We're not together, so it's all cool." I simply say and walk out.
Not mentioning the trains pyjamas that were thrown into the bin.
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