Ke Xue Bartender

Chapter 216: For the dream, a mere father...hurry up and get the gold coins!

"I'm sorry, father, I want to hold on a little longer."

Although what his father said made sense, Taichi Tomizawa still couldn't give up his dream.

"You rebellious son! You really piss me off!"

Tetsuji Tozawa was so angry that he slammed the table and pointed his trembling finger at Taichi Tozawa.

"I tell you honestly, even if you write for another ten years, there will be no results!"

Taiichi Tozawa had a bitter expression on his face.

Dad, even if you don’t support me, you don’t have to hit me like this, right?

However, his father's next words shocked him.

"Do you know why your novel was rejected by the publishing house? Because I asked someone to put pressure on the publishing house to reject your submission. So no matter how well you write, they will not accept your submission!"

"What? Dad, how could you do this?"

"Humph, if I don't do this, how can you give up? If you understand the situation, you should give up your boring dream as soon as possible. Do you understand?"

Tomizawa was furious. He had never been so angry before. He felt like he had turned into a ball of fire.

Why, why did he do this? Why did he force me!

Tomizawa Taiichi shouted: "Even if I starve to death or die outside, I will never give up!"

"Then you can just starve to death! I'll just pretend I don't have a son like you. Get out of here!"

Old Tomizawa also had a hot temper. He tried to persuade the boy in every way, but the boy just wouldn't listen, so he got angry.

Taichi Tomizawa turned around and left, opening the door. Miss Ishida was standing outside with an embarrassed look on her face.

He left without saying anything and without looking back.

He swore in his heart that he would never come to this shabby place again.

Miss Ishida walked into the office and saw old Tomizawa sitting in a chair, breathing heavily, looking very angry.

"This rebellious son really makes me angry to death."

"President, don't get so angry that you get yourself in trouble. The young master just took the wrong path for a while. One day he will understand your painstaking efforts."

Old Fu Ze took a deep breath and said, "Humph, I want to see how long he can be stubborn without money."

Taichi Tomizawa walked aimlessly on the street, his mind lost in the neon lights and traffic of Tokyo.

What should I do in the future?

With the financial resources and connections my father has, it would be too easy for me to make a living.

Do I really have to go back to inherit the family property?

Oh, so annoying.

Anyway, let’s find a place to have a drink first.

At this moment, he urgently needed the anesthesia of alcohol.

He thought of the man he met in the bookstore in the afternoon and took out the business card with the address of the bar from his pocket.

Let's go here and have a good drink tonight.

Hearing the bell at the corner of the door, Lin Ye looked towards the door and saw Taichi Tozawa entering the store.

He looked very lost, it seemed something must have happened after that.

Lin Ye showed a friendly smile and said to Fu Ze who walked to the bar: "We meet again."

Taichi Tomizawa sat down on the chair.

"A glass of beer."

With the money he has now, he can only afford to drink beer.

"Why is my father so stubborn? Why can't he understand my dream?"

After a few beers, Taiichi Tozawa began to complain about his father.

Lin Ye comforted him, "The ideas of the older generation are always different from those of the younger generation, but as long as you can achieve results, they will understand you sooner or later."

Tomizawa Taichi said bitterly: "I also want to make achievements to show him, but that old man, not only did he not support me, he also sent people to put pressure on the publishing house, making it impossible for my novel to be published..."

So that's why. No wonder he looked so lost. It seemed he had a big fight with his father.

"Alas, the lease of my house is about to expire, but the money I have left is not enough to pay the subsequent rent. What should I do?" Fu Ze Taiyi said in distress. Lin Ye suggested: "How about finding a job first?"

"Looking for a job?" Tomizawa was stunned.

Lin Ye glanced at him.

Why does this guy look so surprised? Has he never considered finding a job to support himself first?

He is really a young master.

But he has seen many guys like this.

He keeps talking about dreams and stuff, but never looks at the road ahead.

He said patiently, "Well, first find some work other than writing novels to make a living, then consider writing novels."

“But if you are busy making a living, how can you have the time and energy to create?”

Little fool, if you don’t have enough food to eat and a place to live, how can you talk about creation?
Wake up, bro.

However, telling the truth like this would offend the guests.

So Lin Ye said tactfully:
“You don’t have to rush into creation. Maybe you can write better works if you take some time to calm down. You can try to regard your work as a process of accumulating experience and writing materials.”

Fu Ze Taiyi thought for a moment and said, "But, apart from writing novels, I can't do anything else..."

"Being a cashier at a convenience store, a waiter in a restaurant, or washing dishes, these simple jobs are always available as long as you are willing to do them."

Tomizawa Taichi looked embarrassed: "These jobs, uh, I don't think they are suitable for me."

Alas, he is indeed a naive young master.

He can't even eat, but he's still being picky.

Lin Ye said no more.

For people like this, life will naturally teach them a lesson, and it will be useless no matter how much you talk.

When he is left with no other options, he will make a choice.

Taichi Tomizawa continued drinking, thinking about what Lin Ye had just said.

Finally he concluded:

[No, if I do that kind of work, my energy will be exhausted and my creativity will be stifled. I can't do that.]

Then he started thinking of other ways in his little head.

A bold idea emerged from the bottom of his mind.

[If, my father died...]

【I will be able to inherit a large fortune! 】

[I don’t care what happens to the Toizawa Group, as long as I can get the inheritance]

[With this money, I can live a life without worries about food and clothing and create with peace of mind]

Taichi Tomizawa's eyes lit up and his mind began to open up.

Lin Ye was shocked by his inner thoughts.

Young man, your idea is very dangerous!

He pretended nothing had happened and continued wiping the wine glass.

[But the old man is still in good health. If he lives to be eighty or ninety, won’t I have to wait for decades?]

[I can’t wait until then. I can’t even pay the rent for next month.]

Okay, go on, I'm listening.

Lin Ye glanced at Fu Ze, who was holding a wine glass with a gloomy face.

[If the old man dies unexpectedly, and I send the second or third son to jail, I will get more of the inheritance]

【With my wisdom, it is not difficult to do this】

[After all, I am a mystery novelist]

[Old man, since you look down on the mystery novels I wrote, then I will use the method I designed myself to send you to hell! ]

Along with Tozawa Taichi's angry and determined voice, Lin Ye saw the following scene:
The thick-browed man wearing a mask and a round hat raised the stone with both hands and smashed it hard on the head of the old man under him.

Bang!
Blood splattered everywhere.

(End of this chapter)