Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 45: Shinchosha, your king is back

The next day, the sun rose as usual.

As usual, Oshima Isamu was the first to arrive at the company and checked the conditions on each floor one by one before going to work.

There was still nearly an hour before work started, and there was no one on any of the floors. It was not until I reached the seventh floor that I heard a slight noise coming from deep in the corridor. It seemed like there was someone in the conference room on the seventh floor.

"Who?" Oshima Isamu drew out his baton and walked over with a vigilant look.

"Oshima? You've arrived just in time, come and help me..."

The moment he heard the voice, the vigilance on Oshima Isamu's face disappeared, replaced by a flattering smile.

"Editor-in-Chief Nitta? Why are you here? Oh, I can do this kind of rough work..." He walked up quickly, took a rather heavy potted plant from Editor-in-Chief Nitta of the first department, and asked casually, "Wouldn't it be nice to put it in the conference room? Why do you want to move it..."

"We have an important meeting today, so we must be fully prepared..." Chief Editor Nitta said mysteriously, directing the security guard to move the potted plants to the utility room on the side, and then returned to the meeting room, "Move all the sundries in here to the next room."

"Why do you do this?" the young security guard asked naively.

"You don't understand, this is called business war!" Editor-in-Chief Nitta smiled and patted the little security guard on the shoulder. "Have you watched TV? High-end business wars are often hard to guard against. In order to steal confidential information from competitors, they will use all kinds of dirty tricks, such as eavesdropping and secretly photographing. Today's meeting is very important to our Xinchao, so before the meeting, I must ensure that the conference room is foolproof!"

"I see!"

The silly little security guard's face suddenly showed an excited expression, and he patted his chest and promised: "For the sake of Xinchao, I will definitely clear out everything here!"

"Not all of them, at least the tables and chairs should be left behind."

"it is good!"

Under the supervision of Editor-in-Chief Nitta, the clutter in the conference room was quickly removed.

The space was already large, and now, apart from the tables and chairs, the only thing left to move was the carpet that was pressed down by the tables and chairs, so it looked very empty.

But even so, Editor-in-Chief Nitta is still a little worried.

Holding a handheld metal detector, he squatted under the table and checked the house inside and out before he felt at ease to lock the door.

"The editor-in-chief is so attentive!" Oshima Isamu, who followed him the whole time, was amazed and flattered him, "In the entire Shincho, there is no employee who is more responsible and careful than you."

"Of course~"

Although Chief Editor Nitta wanted to maintain the appearance of a senior executive, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly, and gave the young security guard some chicken soup: "Come on, Oshima, as long as you work hard, you can become a senior executive like me!"

"Yeah~" Oshima Yong nodded desperately, "By the way, there are some of your letters and manuscripts in the mailroom. I'll move them up for you later."

"Okay~"

Relying on the good impression he had accumulated through his past diligence, kindness, and hard work, Oshima Isamu could freely enter and exit Shincho's offices as long as he had a letter box in his hand. He and the president were the only ones in Shincho who could do this.

Busy running around, running up and down.

At 8:30 in the morning, all the letters in the mailroom were finally distributed to each office.

"Good morning, Oshima."

"Good morning."

"I haven't thanked you for what happened last time. Let's go have a couple of drinks tonight."

"You're welcome. It's just a piece of cake..."

Along the way, people took the initiative to greet the young security guard.

As he walked out of the office building and towards the security room, he looked up at the rising sun - light will surely defeat darkness, this is the belief that a brave man should never give up.

■

At the Matsueda family, Matsueda Masako got up and walked towards the tea room in the backyard.

The tea table inside had not been moved for a long time and was covered with a layer of dust. There was a sandbag in the empty space on the other side.

"Bang, bang!"

There was a rhythmic sound of beating coming from inside.

Matsueda Shinsako habitually lay down on the recliner and looked inside.

The young man was shirtless and barefoot, wearing only shorts and boxing gloves, and continued punching the sandbag with a sharp and fierce look in his eyes.

His body was originally very thin, but after this period of exercise, plus eating enough protein every day, his weight increased by nearly 10 kilograms, and the muscles all over his body began to show traces of exercise.

"Hoo, hoo~"

The violent and wild attack hit the sandbags like a tide.
The teahouse, which was less than 20 square meters, was filled with the smell of sweat and new leather. The young man's arms were waving, and his mouth was wide open, breathing as hard as a young bull. Matsueda Masako curled up on the recliner, watching his bare feet stepping on the floor. His young breathing was so loud, crisp and full of manliness... Masako, I like it!
The soft part deep in my heart was aroused. My eyes gradually became warmer as I looked at him, and I stared at the sweat on the roots of his hair for a long time.

That is the proof of the youth's unwillingness and hard work; it is crystal clear and sparkling in the morning light.

Young, innocent, pure fighting spirit, youthful charm, and vigorous energy, all of which are the good qualities that Matsueda Shinsako believes a man should have, can be found in him.

【Ding】

【Free Fighting lv1/100】

[Free Fighting lv1 → Free Fighting lv2]

After the prompt passed before his eyes, Kiyoaki Matsueda stopped punching and shook his wet hair.

Sweat spurted from his body all around.

Turning around and looking at Shinsako on the recliner, Matsueda Kiyoaki said, "Why did you get up so early?"

Matsueda Shinsako snorted and said coldly: "You made too much noise and woke me up."

"Really? Then please be more patient in the future." Kiyoaki Matsueda walked towards the door.

His bare upper body was shiny with sweat, attracting Matsueda Shinsako's attention like never before. Unfortunately, he didn't give her time to appreciate it. He went straight to the bathroom, took a shower, changed into fresh clothes, and came out with a folder in his hand.

"Oh, so you want to wash yourself clean and then be humiliated, right? What a weird fetish." Matsueda Shinsako laughed sarcastically.

"It's not certain yet. What if I win?" Kiyoaki Matsueda asked as he relaxed his body.

Matsue Masako raised her eyebrows and uttered a disdainful voice with her rosy little mouth: "I advise you to give up your unrealistic literary dream as soon as possible and be a good househusband. Serve me tea, water, wash clothes and cook for me for the rest of your life. If you serve me well, I will consider rewarding you with something sweet."

"Only a little? Maybe it's not enough. I'm not a greedy person, but I've changed my mind now. I want all the sweetness..." In the bright morning light, Kiyoaki Matsueda took three or five deep breaths, turned around and went out.

The woman on the recliner smiled alone after he left.

At this moment, her skin was rosy and her eyes were bright, showing her full femininity, but she intended to never let him know this side of her.

Ahem, she's just arrogant.

I don’t want to irritate him and get spanked by him!

■

Arriving in front of Shinchosha, Kiyaki Matsueda looked up at the building again.

In the midsummer sun, the glass windows on every floor of the building were emitting a pleasant glow. The sunlight refracted into his eyes, making him sneeze.

"Are you ready?" Oshima Isamu asked at the door of the security room.

"Of course." Matsueda Kiyoaki was very calm.
"Is the new work great?" Oshima Isamu asked with interest.

"How should I put it? It's at the level of Shinchosha's King." Kiyoaki Matsueda smiled and stepped into the building, thinking that this was a work that won the first Shincho Award, so of course the level must be great.

His back inexplicably gives people a feeling of passion.

Oshima Isamu felt his heart boiling as he watched, and couldn't help but take out a loudspeaker and add a scene for Kiyoaki Matsueda.

Standing in front of the building, he took a deep breath, tilted his neck and roared out.

"Trendy guys, listen up!"

"I am Mishima, a talented writer destined to be great!"

The whole trendy building suddenly became lively. Many employees looked out of the windows. Song Zhiqingxian, who had just walked into the first floor, had a frown on his face.

"The devil can't succeed!"

“Some of you are doing it wrong!”

"Now, put aside your conflicts of interest and prejudices, and come out to greet your king!"

After just a few shouts, Oshima Yong was already sweating all over, and the summer sun was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

The whole building was suddenly filled with chattering sounds, and the other two security guards ran over and carried Oshima Yong to the security room.

"What?"

"If you say something like that, you won't be able to work anymore..."

(End of this chapter)