Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 43: Swing your sword at the devil, brave man!
The sun at noon in August is extremely hot.

Amid the noisy chirping of cicadas, beads of sweat appeared on Song Zhiqingxian's forehead again.

Matsueda Masako's noble and cold beauty is irresistible. The contemptuous and mocking sneer on her face seems to say: obey me.

But in fact, if you want to make him surrender, you just need to whisper a few words to him gently.

But she chose to use another extreme method...

Maybe this is what tsundere is.

Matsueda Shinsako looked at him, her rosy lips raised in contempt: "When you are humiliated in front of the Cultural Affairs Bureau tomorrow and come back covered in dirt, I will definitely laugh at you, humiliate you, and trample you under my feet to crush your self-esteem."

"Whoo~"

Kiyoaki Matsueda let out a long breath.

Just curse like this, it feels right, and I feel refreshed.

"This time, I don't have the confidence to win right away, but I will still fight to the end. If, I still win..."

As he spoke, Matsueda Kiyoaki looked at her noble and cold face, smiled faintly, and finally said: "You have to pay the price for what you said!"

"Ah!"

Matsueda Shinsako sneered and retorted, "You're lucky and won twice by chance, so you think you can do it? What a joke, you don't have the ability to fight back! Tomorrow you will know that you can't make any waves in front of the complicated network of relationships of the old Chinese. You will also realize that you are so ridiculous from beginning to end. You are just a skinny monkey, a coward, and a loser!"

I have to say, she knows how to irritate people.

Kiyoaki Matsueda suddenly became angry, grabbed her right wrist tightly with one hand and glared at her.

The wildness in his eyes suddenly became much stronger.

Matsueda Shinsako's wrist was hurt by his grip, but she said nothing and looked at him with contempt.

He used to be confused and lacked desire; now he clearly has a burning goal in his eyes.

From this desire stimulated by external factors, Matsueda Shinsako tasted a satisfying pleasure, and the contempt and ridicule in her eyes became even stronger.

After he stood up and walked out the door with a determined look, she smiled innocently.

She felt the meaning of life again.

In order to further sublimate this meaning, she got up from the recliner, put on some simple makeup and went out.

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The sky is sunny and the ground is hot.

After going out, Kiyoaki Matsueda tried his best to walk close to the shade of the trees on the roadside and headed for Yotsuya Station.

On the way, he still felt angry when he thought of Masako's contemptuous face. This anger and the dissatisfaction of being suppressed by the Ministry of Culture intertwined, making him determined to make a big news.

He originally wanted to copy some books quietly so that he wouldn't have to live under someone else's roof after he had money.

But now, something more important than money was suddenly placed in front of him, and he had only one way to respond - to repay with an eye for an eye, double the amount!
The Department of Culture dared to suppress him directly, isn't it because he has no connections and no one in the circle to speak for him? So he might as well say it himself... Of course, his position is low and his words are insignificant, so no one might believe what he says, and instead it might be considered slander.

I have to think of a way...

Enter Yotsuya Station and take the train to Shinjuku.

Kiyoaki Matsueda wandered the streets of Shinjuku for a long time, visited many digital stores, and even bought a sandbag at a sporting goods store. After filling out the address for home delivery, he finally arrived at the door of Shinchosha.

Isamu Oshima sat in the security booth, watching every person coming in and out intently to confirm whether they were wearing their work badges. If a stranger appeared, he would rush out to stop the person immediately.

A wave of people walked out from inside.

When they were almost all gone, Oshima Yong suddenly noticed someone walking in from the corner of his eye.

Humph, trying to sneak in to fish in troubled waters?

Not that easy!
Oshima Yong stood up, opened the door of the security room with one hand, and touched the baton at his waist with the other hand.

Just as he was about to yell, he saw the man's appearance clearly, and the alertness on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a warm and hearty smile.

"Mr. Mishima, long time no see~"

"Well, I haven't been here for a while." "Are you going to shoot any material today?"

"No, I just came to see you today."

"Ok?"

Oshima Yong was stunned.

Kiyoaki Matsueda stood beside him and looked up at the Shincho Building.

In the midsummer sunshine, the glass windows on every floor are sparkling and clean without a speck of dust.

Oshima Isamu stood silently beside him and looked at the building with him.

"Big Island."

"what?"

“Are you into new trends?”

"of course."

Oshima Isamu narrowed his eyes and looked at the dazzling building: "When I was young, I also dreamed of becoming a writer, and I worked hard for it. Unfortunately, after more than ten years of hard work, I realized that I was just a big fool who thought I had talent, wasted a lot of time on an illusory dream that was impossible to achieve, and missed the truly precious things in life..."

"You still have your uniform on."

"Yes, I put on this uniform and stand here just to get closer to my dream." At this point, Oshima Isamu smiled, simple and kind.

Kiyoaki Matsueda turned his gaze away and looked at him silently.

Oshima Isamu was also looking at him, his smile not diminishing. "I actually envy you. You are handsome, talented, and well-liked by readers. Your debut is a pinnacle that many people cannot reach. How great it would be if I were you... Of course, I also understand that you can't force it if it's not destined. Besides, even if you become you, it may not be smooth sailing. Because you look so worried, it seems that you have encountered some problems, am I right?"

Kiyoaki Matsueda nodded.

"Can you tell me?"

"Of course, that's why I came to you."

"Oh?" Oshima Isamu pretended to listen attentively.

“Look at this building.”

"I'm watching."

"what is it?"

“It’s Shinchosha, the holy temple of Japanese literature.”

"What does it feel like?"

"It shines brightly without a single stain, and is worthy of the name of a holy temple."

"But what if I tell you that beneath the glitter lies countless filth and uncleanness?"

"The wind today is so noisy!" Oshima Isamu's face suddenly became serious.

"The evil demon king has descended upon the temple. Literature is being polluted, and words are crying..." Matsueda Kiyokatsu stretched out his hand to him, his expression solemn and dignified, "Please take up the holy sword and drive out the demon king, brave man!"

Oshima Yong was so excited that his blood boiled. He took the micro-eavesdropping device and pinhole camera handed over by him, and said with a sharp look: "Sage, I will definitely defeat the devil and save the world! For this, even if I have to sacrifice myself, I will have no complaints!"

"Hey! This is terrible! The potato chips in the supermarket across the street are half price!" another security guard ran out and said.

The wise man and the brave man looked at each other and decided to grab some half-price potato chips first, and then save the world.

During the rush to buy, the sage briefly explained how the devil was causing chaos and how the hero needed to save the world. The hero, who was full of justice in his heart, patted his chest and promised that he would never back down halfway.

"If the truth comes out and you are fired, I will be responsible..."

"It's not a good habit to set random flags beforehand. Wait for my good news!"

"it is good!"

In front of the Shinchosha, Matsueda Kiyoaki, holding two large bags of potato chips, bowed deeply to him.

(End of this chapter)