Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 109: If the Akutagawa Prize is not awarded to me, it is the loss of the Akutagawa Prize, not my loss.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Kiyoaki Matsueda came to a Western-style mansion in Minato Ward to attend a cocktail party to announce the shortlisted works for the Akutagawa Prize.

It is surrounded by iron fences and looks heavily guarded. On the left side of the entrance is a reception desk covered with a light pink tablecloth.

Kiyoaki Matsueda walked to the door and looked inside.

The courtyard where the cocktail party was held was surrounded by sparse trees, whose branches and leaves were swaying in the wind.

The withered yellow leaves fell one after another, forming a dark yellow carpet on the ground.

The dining table on the lawn was filled with exquisite food, and the waiters with bow ties walked and stopped to prevent dead leaves from falling into the dishes.

Reporters holding microphones and carrying cameras were moving around.

Kiyoaki Matsueda registered at the service desk and walked into the cocktail party.

It was a sunny but windy and cold day.

Walking through the iron gate is a spacious grass-covered garden. Guests dressed quite gorgeously are chatting and laughing with wine glasses in hand. Fallen leaves are flying all around, and the scent of women's perfume is wafting in the wind.

It was the first time for Kiyoaki Matsueda to attend such a Western-style cocktail party, and he had no idea what he was doing here.

Thinking that Tokugawa Rinko was there too, he moved his eyes to look among the crowd and soon saw the familiar figure in the corner.

The cold beauty sat on a chair with a novel spread out on her body.

The white long-sleeved dress is elegant and simple, with a silk scarf tied around the neck.

In this small courtyard full of laughter and joy, she read a book, with a cold expression on her face, admiring herself and not wanting to be disturbed by strangers - the expression often seen by guests who don't want to socialize at a banquet or unmarried girls at a wedding.
After reading for a while, she raised her head and looked at the sky as if to relieve her eye fatigue.

The beauty of that expression, as if it would escape from this bustling earthly prison at any time, made Matsueda Kiyoaki smile.

He smiled, and the faint cries of girls could be heard from all directions.

It turned out that when he was looking at her, he was also being looked at by them.

"Mishima is here..."

"Wow, he's much more handsome in person than in the photo..."

"He's tall, has a great body, and is also a scholar. Isn't this my ideal type..."

"Hey, let's go get an autograph together..."

Several young ladies in evening gowns gathered together and whispered, their eyes occasionally lingering passionately on Matsueda Kiyoaki.

Hearing people talking nearby, Tokugawa Rinko turned her head and looked towards the door.

Her eyes met with Matsueda Kiyoaki's.

The next second, she avoided her sight, and then the young man strode towards her on the grass.

"Mr. Mishima, I would like to ask you a few questions..." The reporter holding the microphone, like a shark smelling blood, surrounded the young writer.

"Sorry, I'm busy right now, please come back later..."

Kiyoaki Matsueda was tall and easily broke away from the circle of reporters.

The reporters wanted to continue to surround him, but when they saw him walking towards the second daughter of the Tokugawa family, they automatically stopped and changed their interview target.

The dead trees swayed and dropped their leaves.

Tokugawa Rinko was surrounded by fallen leaves.

She was wearing a white long-sleeved evening gown today, with a cinched waist and white magnolia flowers on the cuffs.

The gorgeous straight black hair that used to fall naturally was tied into a bun with a hollow gold hairband today. A light blue scarf was wrapped around her neck, flowing like waves. The cool red mouth above the waves was quite cute.

Whether from the side or the front, she is as beautiful and fresh as a fairy.

Kiyoaki Matsueda thought of the phrase "secluded orchid in the valley".

Cold and pure, that's the feeling she gives people.

She has delicate features, but her lips are a little thin, and even with lipstick they are not plump enough.

After all, she is just a girl who hasn't even graduated from college, so naturally she doesn't have much mature charm. Her pointed chin and soft thin lips even have some of the charming charm of a young girl.

"It's so beautiful today." Kiyokatsu Matsueda walked up and said.

"Thank you." Tokugawa Rinko nodded and looked at the clothes he was wearing.

British pinstripes, a rather elegant suit, with a scarf tucked across the chest… the design is a bit dated.

"It's a bit old-fashioned," commented Tokugawa Rinko.

"My mother-in-law chose it. There's nothing we can do about it. After all, she's an old lady who's behind the times." Kiyoaki Matsueda joked, then pulled out a chair and wanted to sit down.

"Go get some food." Tokugawa Rinko said, "When the two of you have nothing to talk about later, you can eat something to kill time."

"That makes sense. What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever you want. Just give me a portion of whatever you want to eat."

"Please wait."

Kiyoaki Matsueda walked to the long table piled with food and picked up two plates.

There were steaks, lamb ribs, huge prawns cooked red, and foie gras on the maid's recommendation. There were also plates of desserts and fruits, as well as two glasses of juice.

When he was taking the food, he was constantly being followed by the eyes of the women nearby. Some of them had red cheeks and tears in their eyes as they stared at him.

Came back with two large plates of food.

There were servants behind with fruit desserts.

"It's really luxurious." The first words that Kiyoaki Matsueda said after he sat down were spoken with an emotional tone.

Tokugawa Rinko glanced at him and said, "With your current status and wealth, it's no problem for you to eat these every day."

"I don't really like to have every meal like this." Kiyoaki Matsueda smiled and cut some steak.

"You still say so many things even though you don't like him. Are you saying one thing and thinking another? Or are you a habitual liar? You really have the potential to be a scumbag..."

Tokugawa Rinko said thoughtfully. The young man opposite raised his eyebrows and was about to refute, but she spoke first: "But no one told you that you can't take more than four kinds of food from the plate at a party? And it must be a small amount. Even if you want to eat it, you can only take it in multiple times."

"You can talk to my mother-in-law about this. She cares a lot. It's useless to talk to me." Songzhi Qingxian picked up a piece of steak and put it in his mouth to chew. "To put it bluntly, I came here to challenge the masters today. Why should I submit to the constraints of these weak people?"

"Your words are very Qingxue-like."

"Hmm, why is there blood in this meat..." Kiyoaki Matsueda felt that the taste was not right.

"That's not blood, it's myoglobin. All medium-rare beef is like this." Tokugawa Rinko said in a scientific tone.

"Only medium rare? Take it away, it's too cooked, I won't eat it!" Songzhi Qingxian was not used to eating beef of this degree. He used his knife and fork to scrape the steak aside and said to her seriously: "In order to pursue the ultimate taste, I usually go to the ranch at dawn and chew on the cow's butt when the first ray of sunlight shines on it."

"puff--"

The sudden joke made Tokugawa Rinko laugh.

She smiled and tried to keep her composure, and returned to normal after two or three seconds. However, her fair face inevitably turned a beautiful cherry red.

This old internet meme is still quite useful here ten years later.

It felt pretty good to be able to make this fairy-like young lady laugh. After all, she was really a feast for the eyes... Kiyoaki Matsueda admired the blush on her face and cut some foie gras to taste.

The tender goose liver melts in your mouth...

I don’t know if it was because the woman opposite him was too pretty, or because foie gras was delicious, but Matsueda Kiyoaki was conquered by the delicate taste. He decided to treat Fumiko to a meal of foie gras next time he had a tryst with her, and then inject energy into her body.

The two were eating in the corner, while at the cocktail party, reporters' interviews were in full swing.

The Akutagawa Prize is a literary award that is not open to the public. The shortlisted works are recommended by major publishing houses, as well as pure literary works by new writers selected by the selection committee from major magazines. The winner will be awarded a prize of 1 million yen and a pocket watch.

There were originally nine fixed judges for this year's Akutagawa Prize.

Some time ago, four judges withdrew after their collective attack on Mishima backfired.

After Seiji Ishihara participated in the selection, Shintaro Ishihara also resigned from his position as judge in advance in order to avoid suspicion.

Now, there are only four judges left this year.

In order to maintain fairness and authority, the organizing committee urgently invited four temporary judges to come to the rescue.

Hasegawa is one of them.

"Mr. Hasegawa, what do you think of the two works "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" and "The Sun and the Tower"? " the reporter asked with the microphone.

This topic made Hasegawa dazed.

The last time he served as a literary award judge was the New Wave Award in July this year. At that time, he would never have thought that the new writer who caused so much fuss during the selection process would cause so much trouble in just half a year...

From the stunning success of "Dancing Girl" to the complete explosion of popularity of "Tide of Love".

Today's "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" has directly reached the pinnacle of the literary world...

"Mr. Hasegawa?" the reporter asked in confusion.

"Oh? These two works are both excellent." Hasegawa laughed, without any airs, and looked like a kind old man. "The beauty of the language and rhetoric of The Temple of the Golden Pavilion has reached the pinnacle of Japanese literature, and the philosophical thinking it contains is also excellent. It is a great blessing in my life to be able to see such a work."

"It seems that Mr. Hasegawa likes "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" very much." The reporter said in a flattering manner.

"Of course, I like it very much. But..." At this point, Hasegawa changed the subject and said to the camera, "I think the values ​​​​promoted by Mishima in the book are inappropriate. Should beautiful things be destroyed? Absolutely not. Beautiful things are to be appreciated and need to be maintained. We must never choose to retaliate against society just because we have been treated unfairly..."

"Huh? Now, Mr. Hasegawa is right." The reporter nodded vigorously.

As rehearsed beforehand, Hasegawa said to the camera: "How to fight back after encountering injustice, I think "The Tower and the Sun" handles this better..."

The reason why Hasegawa became a judge of this year's Akutagawa Prize is very simple.

--obedient!
It is true that literati have a high status in Japan.

It is true that great writers are admired by everyone.

But in front of capital, you have to prostrate yourself.

It's a very simple truth. The net worth of a pure literature writer is at most a few billion yen. He is not even qualified to eat at the table in front of capitalists with net worths of hundreds of billions of yen.

Capitalists are not politicians.

Politicians need fame to win votes and dare not offend literary masters.

The capitalists don’t care about these things. If you mess with them, they have a hundred ways to kill a writer.

Hasegawa was well aware of the Ishihara family's influence in the three fields of politics, business and culture, so when he received a call from Ishihara Shintaro, he agreed to his request without hesitation, just to cling to this thigh... What kind of literati character is this? It's just a show for ordinary people to see.

On the other side, an old gentleman in a suit was also being interviewed.

His name is Takaki Ikezawa, one of the leading figures in the right-wing camp in today's literary world. He is the most famous novelist at the moment and has a strong appeal in the literary world.

He and Shintaro Ishihara have a very good personal relationship.

After Shintaro Ishihara withdrew from the Akutagawa Prize jury, he became the most famous member of the jury.

"Two of Mishima's works have been shortlisted for the award this year, namely 'The Wave of Tide' and 'The Temple of the Golden Pavilion.'" The reporter took the microphone and asked the top writer in front of him, "I wonder which work, in Mr. Ikezawa's mind, is more worthy of this year's Akutagawa Prize?"

"In my opinion, The Tide is better. Although the story is simple, the words and scenes in the text make the characters vivid. In the expression of love, I can also follow the protagonist's blushing heartbeat, as if I relived the feeling of first love. Mishima's writing skills are very strong, and the emotional expression of the text is free and easy, making the strong feeling of love reach its peak, which is really indescribable."

Facing the camera, Takaki Ikezawa looked intoxicated and his love for talent was evident in his words.

“So, can ‘Chao Sao’ win the award?” the reporter asked.

"No, it's not enough. In my opinion, although The Wave is beautiful, it has a happy ending to cater to readers. It has too much commercial flavor, so The Wave doesn't even look like pure literature. I even hope that The Wave can compete for this year's Naoki Prize. With its sales and Mishima's handsome looks, it will definitely win the award!"

The Naoki Prize is a popular literature award given to commercial literature that is intended to satisfy readers' pleasurable consumption.

In the eyes of pure literature writers, having anything to do with popular literature is a very cheap act.

Takaki Ikezawa talked a lot about the happy ending of "The Wave of Waves" which was full of commercial flavor, but he did not mention the plot of killing American soldiers in "The Tower and the Sun" at all, and did not even comment on "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion".

The position he holds is visible to the naked eye.

The other judges and writers present also clearly chose their sides when faced with the interview.

"In my opinion, Mishima is a commercial product disguised as pure literature..."

"The ideas conveyed in The Temple of the Golden Pavilion are too extreme..."

'If he wants to win the Akutagawa Prize, he should focus more on the plot instead of just trying to look cool. As a pure literary writer, his behavior is very despised by his peers..."

From far and near, these sounds reached Songzhi Qingxian's ears.

After all, the Akutagawa Prize is an award organized by Bungeishunju Publishing House, so this ball is naturally their home court.

Their political stance is right-leaning, and most of the signed writers are right-wing writers. It can be said that they are basically all fans of Shintaro Ishihara.

Looking at it this way, it really felt like Matsueda Kiyoaki had attended a Hongmen Banquet when he attended the meeting alone today. If it weren't for Tokugawa Rinko, the second daughter of the Tokugawa family, standing beside him to intimidate him, he would definitely be surrounded by people now.

"See? This is the true face of the literary world." Tokugawa Rinko said coldly, crossing her arms, looking at him with clear eyes, "They are cliques, factions are everywhere, academic and literary cliques are rampant, and they are seriously infiltrated and controlled by capital."

Her pretty little face turned a little pale from the cold.

Kiyoaki Matsueda didn't say anything, but just looked at her to see what she would say next.

"Even if you become a literary giant and your portrait is printed on banknotes, you can't shake the capital in the slightest. Because you can only be limited by the rules, but you can't make the rules." Tokugawa Rinko's eyes were as clear as water, reflecting his face. "I understand." Matsueda Kiyaki nodded.

"If you can tolerate it, it's not a big deal." Tokugawa Rinko said calmly, "After all, being a literary giant is a respectable status. If you reach the top, you can have a worry-free life and gain both fame and fortune. But if you want to escape from the rules, you have to consider things other than being a literary giant..."

Kiyoaki Matsueda nodded, agreeing with her.

What she said was very obvious, take the promotion of "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" for example.

The publicity and promotion strategy formulated by the top management of Shinchosha is to focus on campus and accurately allocate the limited budget to the largest consumer group.

This is a very smart move, but if you want to place advertisements on campus, you have to get approval from the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology, otherwise you won’t even be allowed to get close to the school gate.

The writer Mishima had severely offended the Agency for Cultural Affairs some time ago.

As the superior institution of the Agency for Cultural Affairs, there were certainly people in the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology who disliked him, and this investment project had a high probability of not being approved... At the last minute, it was Tokugawa Sakurako who personally stepped in and gave a gift to the Minister of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology, which led to the subsequent events.

"Many things that are impossible for you are just a piece of cake for capital. Aunt Sakura can thrive in the political arena, so it's even more amazing for those more powerful financial groups. It's not an exaggeration to say that politicians are their trained spokespeople." Tokugawa Rinko said calmly.

"Hmm~"

Songeda Qingxian nodded.

"If you need anything, you can talk to me." Tokugawa Rinko said, scratching her earlobe with her slender white fingertips. "Whether it's resources or connections, I have more or less. Just think of it as my investment in you... Especially in the entertainment field, I just took over. Aunt Ying promised to support me at all costs in order to train my abilities."

The sound got smaller towards the back.

On that porcelain-white and peaceful face, the eyelids drooped slightly, avoiding his sight.

The afternoon sun shone on her body, making it sparkle and making her look even more elegant and graceful.

"Let's talk again if necessary." Songeda Qingxian smiled faintly.

Although he appears calm on the surface, he is actually somewhat alert on the inside. Could such a sci-fi plot have any pitfalls?

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in the courtyard. The girls at the party screamed and hurriedly used their hands to hold down the hems of their skirts.

"Eh? Rinko, and Qing, you two are here..."

The charming voice that came along with the strong wind made Kiyoaki Matsueda and Rinko Tokugawa's anus tighten at the same time.

Turning my eyes to the side, I saw a charming and beautiful woman walking towards me against the wind. The hem of her dress was blown up, revealing her fair and well-proportioned thighs. Her white skin was slightly reddened by the cold winter air.

"Oh, why is she here..." Tokugawa Rinko sighed tiredly.

Tokugawa Sakurako was wearing a shiny, soft black evening gown with a yellow scarf around her neck. The scarf was blown by the wind and hit her face, and she pushed it away with a bit of annoyance and ran over without stopping.

Those eager eyes and footsteps were like a girl running anxiously towards her lover.

"Wow, I haven't seen Qing for a long time. Aunt Sakura wants to be close to you..." Tokugawa Sakurako directly moved a stool and sat down next to Matsueda Kiyoaki, then grabbed his arm and held it tightly in her arms.

"..."

Kiyoaki Matsueda looked at the bad woman speechlessly.

She has a beautiful face and a pair of watery, foxy eyes, emitting an alluring charm from the inside out.

"Why aren't you talking?" Seeing that he didn't respond, Tokugawa Sakurako waved her hand.

Kiyoaki Matsueda didn't say anything, but looked across.

Although Tokugawa Rinko's face was still calm, her fingertips were clenched so tightly that they turned slightly white. Her cold eyes fell on Aunt Ying, and her brows were furrowed. "What on earth are you doing?"

"Huh? Is Rinko jealous?"

Facing her little niece's coldness, Tokugawa Sakurako did not let go, but hugged Matsue Kiyoaki even tighter, and said with a very malicious smile: "After not seeing each other for a while, Aunt Sakura found that I miss Qing day and night. Rather than him following you in calling me Aunt Sakura, I would rather he call me dear, and I call him husband..."

Tokugawa Rinko took a deep breath and said, "Don't make jokes like this casually!"

"Indeed." Kiyoaki Matsueda nodded quickly.

Tokugawa Sakurako turned her head and looked at him: "Tell me, who is more attractive, me or Rinko?"

"Uh..." Matsueda Kiyoaki shook his head, "Sorry, I don't know how to answer such boring questions."

As for what I think in my heart...

He couldn't help but glance at Tokugawa Sakurako.

This woman has a perfect figure, she is thin where she should be thin, and fat where she should be fat.

The slim-fitting evening dress makes the waist look particularly slender and the chest round and full; the hips are curvy and the legs exposed under the skirt are simply exquisite!

Kiyoaki Matsueda knows a lot of beautiful women.

This eldest daughter of the main family is the only one who can compete with Masako in both figure and appearance.

"You didn't say it, but your lustful eyes have already told me the answer." Tokugawa Sakurako smiled very charmingly, innocently and seductively, and then looked at Rinko, "Men all like big breasts, do I need to ask?"

"..."

Tokugawa Rinko looked down subconsciously.

I wouldn't say it's a completely smooth road, but I can only say it's just the right size?
"I'm not such a superficial person." Kiyoaki Matsueda quickly explained.

"lie!"

Tokugawa Sakurako looked at him, smiled and touched the tip of his nose with her finger.

She showed him her pure virgin face and her soft, gentle and innocent eyes.

She has almond-shaped eyes, very clear and lively, always watery, as if containing a hazy emotion; her skin is white and tender, like solidified fat, and a light press with the hand would leave a red mark.

If it was Kiyoaki Matsueda before he went to Kyoto, he really wouldn't be able to deal with such a bad woman.

But now...

After becoming a man through Xunzi, his self-control increased greatly and he is no longer easily tempted by beauty.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Tokugawa Sakurako turned her eyes cunningly and pulled him up: "Come with me, I have something to tell you."

"I'll leave first."

Kiyoaki Matsueda spoke to Rinko and stood up.

"Yeah~" Tokugawa Rinko nodded and hugged her arms tighter.

It seemed that as time went on, the temperature dropped slightly and she became colder.

"Since you may be our future partner," Kiyaki Matsueda took off his suit jacket and put it on her. Then, without waiting for her to speak, he followed Sakurako around to the other side of the tree.

A gust of wind blew, and the falling yellow leaves swirled in the air and fell between the two people.

"That's great, that's great..." Tokugawa Sakurako looked at him with a smile, as if assessing his worth. "It would be great if Rinko was really with you. But I'm curious, can you tell me how you made her fall head over heels in love with you?"

"What does it mean to be infatuated?"

"She actually asked me, her aunt, to run errands for you. Isn't it possible that she is completely obsessed with you?"

"I am a contracted writer for her company. This is official business!" Kiyoaki Matsueda said righteously.

Tokugawa Sakurako stretched out her hand and pushed his forehead: "Damn it, there are only two of us, you still don't want to tell the truth, right?"

Songzhi Qingxian was too lazy to pay attention to her and asked directly: "Let's talk about business, or I'll leave."

"What I want to say is that the Tokugawa family will not always invest resources in outsiders." Tokugawa Sakurako's face rarely looked serious, but her eyes were still watery. "Rinko has just taken over the family business, and she is a little willful and naughty. I can tolerate and support it. But this will not be permanent! If you want to get our resources for a long time and in large quantities, you have to become a member of the Tokugawa family."

"Our own people..." Matsueda Kiyoaki thought.

"That means becoming the husband of Miss Souji." Tokugawa Sakurako chuckled and her expression began to become non-serious again.

Songzhi Qingxian gave her a glare and said, "Isn't this the same as asking me to sell my body?"

"You are such a fool. How can a love affair be called selling one's body?" Tokugawa Sakurako said sweetly and lazily, with a charming and innocent look. "As for me, I have loved you since the first time I saw you. If you are willing to love me, I will hand over the entire Tokugawa family's assets to you..."

The more she spoke, the closer her lips came.

Matsueda Kiyoaki reached out and pushed her face away: "There are so many reporters here, do you want us to be on the headlines tomorrow?"

"I don't care." Tokugawa Sakurako said with a smile.

"Sorry, I don't mind." Kiyoaki Matsueda turned and left.

He didn't want his intimate photos with another woman to appear in the newspaper and then face the jealous Xunzi.

"What do you have to worry about? The women at home?" Tokugawa Sakurako was not in a hurry at all, and smiled proudly beside him, "Compared with the Tokugawa family, they are insignificant and can hardly provide you with any help. A man must be ambitious, and don't let love affairs hinder your career..."

The young lady of the Tokugawa family is tempting you by your side.

In front is the sound of reporters interviewing.

"It is true that Mishima's works are excellent, but they are still some distance away from the Akutagawa Prize..."

"He is still young, I hope he can create better works next year..."

"I hope he won't lose heart..."

Hearing their words that it was almost a done deal, Matsueda Kiyoaki felt a little annoyed.

When he first came here, he was superstitious about the "high status of Japanese writers" and thought that good writing could overcome everything.

Now it seems that he was still naive.

In capitalist countries, reputation does not seem to be as useful as expected.

If that's the way you play it, then just don't play it at all.

Flip the table!

What a bullshit set of rules, all go to hell.

Kiyoaki Matsueda took a deep breath and walked towards the reporters - the counterattack had already begun, and there was no need to swallow his anger in front of these people.

Seeing that he was alone, the reporters who were originally afraid of Miss Tokugawa Soie surrounded him and pointed their cameras at him.

"Teacher Mishima, if you are not awarded the Akutagawa Prize this time, it will undoubtedly be a great loss for you. I wonder if you have..."

"and many more!"

Kiyoaki Matsueda interrupted the reporter's question.

In the camera, his lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, as if he was holding a knife in his hand.

After a moment, he said with sharp eyes and full of tension: "If the Akutagawa Prize is not awarded to me, it is the loss of the Akutagawa Prize, not my loss."

At this moment, the whole place was silent.

Everyone looked at him as if he were a madman.

Tokugawa Rinko looked over, biting her lower lip gently, her eyes full of indescribable complexity...

"If I am not awarded the Akutagawa Prize, it will be the loss of the Akutagawa Prize, not my loss..."

Tokugawa Sakurako repeated these words, her eyes twinkling with a smile of admiration - this man is qualified to be the son-in-law of the main family!
■

In a Japanese courtyard in Kyoto.

A bare cherry tree stands quietly in the wind.

There was a small low table next to the pond under the tree, and two old men sat opposite each other, drinking hot tea.

The young students knelt on the side, acting as disciples who served tea and water.

The design aesthetics of the courtyard is very consistent with the concept of "quiet and elegant". In the bleak winter day, when everything is silent, the bamboo tubes filled with water fall down and hit the stones, making a crisp "thump" sound.

Keisuke Takahashi, the dean of Kyoto University, drank hot tea from a small bowl and waited quietly for the older person opposite him to flip through "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion". From time to time, he glanced at the TV in the Japanese-style room on the side, which was broadcasting a live interview of the Akutagawa Prize reception.

"It's absolutely amazing..." the old man opposite exclaimed.

His name is Watanabe Noboru, another leader of the Kyoto School today, and he holds an extremely high status in the literary world.

"How does it compare to your work?" asked Keisuke Takahashi.

Watanabe Noboru shook his head: "I am ashamed of myself."

"Indeed, a remarkable guy has emerged in the Japanese literary world..." Takahashi Keisuke exclaimed.

If you ask who is the most complicated person in Mishima's rise, it must be him...

"What are you going to do?" Watanabe Noboru looked at him.

Obviously, the affair between Takahashi Keisuke and Mishima was known to everyone in the literary world.

"I……"

As soon as Takahashi Keisuke opened his mouth, he felt bitter.

At this point, he has been completely impressed by Mishima's talent, but because of the previous friction with Mishima, he has to continue to stand on the opposite side of him...

"Takahashi, look at Mishima's attitude. He is destined to be an indispensable figure in the history of Japanese literature in the future. Just imagine, if you appear as a villain, you may be talked about by future generations for hundreds of years..."

(End of this chapter)