In the open lot, I waited eagerly for Nobita and his friends, especially Doraemon.
Ken had returned to Japan because his father's company had decided that he needed to come back for various reasons.
Upon his return, my dad decided to purchase an even larger house this time – around 4 or 5,000 sq ft, a three-story house with ample space.
My father had earned significantly from his job, and I managed to persuade him to invest in things that had gained popularity in my past life.
For instance, Google was still a small company here. Despite my father's uncertainty, I convinced him to invest in the search engine company. He bought stocks, which he would transfer to me when I reached legal age.
My dad was old-fashioned, believing that working diligently for a company was the only path to wealth. He doubted Google's success, despite investing a significant portion of his fortune. He ended up owning at least 13% of the shares.
Following the investment, my father worked tirelessly, to the point where my mother grew dissatisfied. His reason to his wife, however, was me. Had I not persuaded him to invest, he wouldn't have become so dedicated, he wouldn't become a grinder.
But a few years later, my father ate his words as his investments bore fruit. The money he initially put in multiplied many times over! The gains were so substantial that he wanted to sell hastily, but I intervened. I urged him not to sell and to have more faith in Google, as I knew its full potential wasn't yet realized. It was just the beginning compared to its future success.
Before Google reached its peak, I found a way to earn money by selling movie scripts that had been blockbusters in my previous life. Through my father's connections in the States, I convinced Hollywood producers and companies to adapt my scripts.
Initially unconvinced, the big-shot Hollywood companies eventually agreed when I lowered my price and asked for a share in the movie's profits. I sold my script for $100,000 and earned 10% from the box office and sales. Despite minimal marketing, the movie succeeded in festivals and at the box office. I made a substantial profit, which I then invested in promising future companies, like Samsung in South Korea.
My father couldn't fathom my decisions, especially investing in Samsung when it was struggling against Nokia and other mobile companies. However, I took the risk, even without certainty if Samsung will really succeed as it was in my previous life.
Finally, my thoughts concluded as Nobita and the friends, excluding Takeshi, appeared. What truly captured my attention was Doraemon—his shining blue head appeared meticulously cleaned, to the extent that the only comparable shine came from Saitama and Krillin.
"Hey," I stood up to greet them.
Suneo brought a box of soft drinks, including Coke, as well as other orange-flavored beverages.
Nobita also brought snacks taken from his house table, along with a watermelon chilling in their fridge.
Shizuka contributed treats like cookies and cupcakes, along with several bento boxes she had prepared.
Dekisugi carried his favorite Astronomy books and other items, along with some fruits. Knowing Ken to be intelligent, similar to himself, he aimed to engage in discussions about intriguing universal and worldly topics.
Doraemon, being with Nobita, didn't bring anything.
"Hello! I'm sorry if I'm late, hahaha," Takeshi finally appeared.
However, when Nobita and the friends looked at Takeshi, their expressions turned unusually solemn.
Takeshi had applied so much makeup that he resembled an unrecognizable clown, and he also brought speakers and a microphone.
"I put in a lot of effort to welcome Ken-chan back! Wuwuwu, I even composed a song just for him!" Takeshi burst into tears and wiped his teary eyes.