Okane had put up notices in the admin building and a couple of flyers passed around some of the more profitable looking businesses in the area. It was a simple notice of an investors meeting with an address and a time posted on it. After all he had rented out the room already for a few hours. Really just an office in one of the large stone buildings of superior quality to the others. Windows were a must after all. He wouldn't use an office space that screamed of poverty. His goal here was to show anyone who would show up a great deal of improvements for the village and how it could make them money. Lots of money. In doing so it would make him lots of money. He had already worked on his crafts for weapons and armor to get himself noticed by the shinobi community even if only slightly and now he was confident he was superior in quality work than any other of these common blacksmiths and twice as fast. Soon his materials would be the envy of the world as well. But in order to make all the magic happen, he needed a base of operations.
Okane had deliberately left the notices vague. It had his name though so if they looked up his family they would be able to see a very successful business ran by his father to the south near the ocean. His family name was tied to high quality crafts and wealth. However the allotted time for the meeting was nearly thirty minutes in and no one was present. Did they think this was a scam perhaps? Or did no one in this village understand that this would make them filthy rich? He supposed he was asking a lot. Next to the door leading in was a sign up book with a pen shaped like a large feathered quill and next to it a stack of neatly arranged packets in blue folders. Information packets and investment contracts all written out and just needing a signature with a choice of how much stock they intended to purchase. Next to that was a table with already poured but chilled champagne in tall glasses with short stems. There were black leather business chairs surrounding a redish brown rectangle table with a white screen pulled down and a projector hanging from the ceiling. Everything looked legit after all.
Okane himself was standing nearby. His fingers tapping idly at the end of the table furthest from the door where he stood Freshly polished dress shoes with fitted black slacks. The creases freshly maintained. Two belts crossed his waist with a silver buckle being underneath and a gold buckle being on top. His shirt was tucked in but also fitted to him. Silk material with an almost shined silver color. He was wearing his red tie today for a power color. He wasn't begging after all. He was offering. That was the appearance he wanted. His black suit coat had a small lining of fur around the back of his neck and shoulders. Jade earrings were placed in his ears to match his eyes and his hair was slicked back. Like onyx. His green eyes watched the door as he waited. If this flopped at least he could get fairly drunk on champagne.
Okane had deliberately left the notices vague. It had his name though so if they looked up his family they would be able to see a very successful business ran by his father to the south near the ocean. His family name was tied to high quality crafts and wealth. However the allotted time for the meeting was nearly thirty minutes in and no one was present. Did they think this was a scam perhaps? Or did no one in this village understand that this would make them filthy rich? He supposed he was asking a lot. Next to the door leading in was a sign up book with a pen shaped like a large feathered quill and next to it a stack of neatly arranged packets in blue folders. Information packets and investment contracts all written out and just needing a signature with a choice of how much stock they intended to purchase. Next to that was a table with already poured but chilled champagne in tall glasses with short stems. There were black leather business chairs surrounding a redish brown rectangle table with a white screen pulled down and a projector hanging from the ceiling. Everything looked legit after all.
Okane himself was standing nearby. His fingers tapping idly at the end of the table furthest from the door where he stood Freshly polished dress shoes with fitted black slacks. The creases freshly maintained. Two belts crossed his waist with a silver buckle being underneath and a gold buckle being on top. His shirt was tucked in but also fitted to him. Silk material with an almost shined silver color. He was wearing his red tie today for a power color. He wasn't begging after all. He was offering. That was the appearance he wanted. His black suit coat had a small lining of fur around the back of his neck and shoulders. Jade earrings were placed in his ears to match his eyes and his hair was slicked back. Like onyx. His green eyes watched the door as he waited. If this flopped at least he could get fairly drunk on champagne.
