Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 78 Don't go, my daughter and I both need you
"What will it take for you to stay?"

Hearing this, Matsueda Kiyoaki was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting her to ask this question at this juncture.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Songzhi Qingxue kept smiling and spoke softly, "Xiaolu and I are basically not at home during the day, and mother will inevitably be bored when she is alone at home. Although she has limited abilities, she can't sit still and always wants to exert some extra energy. Of course, I don't dare to ask for this kind of extra energy, so I can only trouble her to stay at home and don't run around."

Kiyoaki Matsueda nodded silently in agreement.

...After all, she is a woman who squandered billions of dollars in assets, so we really can't ask her for help.

"I was afraid that she would get bored at home and develop bad health, so I thought you could help her relieve her boredom, chat with her and relax, or even have a quarrel with her. But now you're leaving..."

Songzhi Qingxue pursed her lips and looked at him with a smile.

There was a hint of pleading in that smile, and the light falling on his face made him look particularly sincere.

"Can you still stay?"

The voice is also very sincere and the attitude is expressed.

Kiyoaki Matsueda thought for a moment and slowly shook his head.

"Oh, I knew it..." Songzhi Qingxue smiled helplessly and rubbed his forehead, "You are angry about the fact that I haven't been home for more than ten days, right?"

"Actually, I don't care about it at all."

"Ok?"

"To be precise, I would feel more comfortable if you didn't come back." Kiyoaki Matsueda said seriously.

Songzhi Qingxue asked in confusion: "Then why are you leaving?"

Songzhi Qingxian had a good impression of this woman. He was silent for a moment, sighed slowly, and decided to open his heart to her. He said, "I am a simple person. Because I have no friends and no social life for a long time, I am more sensitive to the care and love of others. Whoever is good to me, I can remember it in my heart for a long time..."

"Oh, is that so?" Songzhi Qingxue said thoughtfully, "Not to mention my mother and sister, they have always treated you badly. Even I have always treated you as a friend. Our relationship is equal, so there is no question of whether I treat you well or not."

Matsueda Kiyoaki nodded in agreement and said, "You and I are very comfortable with each other, and I like it. But I can't just live in her house for a long time just because I like a friend, especially when her mother and sister don't welcome me."

Songzhi Qingxue smiled and said, "It seems that I understand it a little late~"

From this conversation, she could tell that Kiyoaki Matsueda was a sentimental person.

If there is someone in this family who has truly done something for him and sincerely hopes that he will stay, then when he wants to leave, he may feel reluctant.

Unfortunately, no.

That's why he never considered this place as his home, and even after living here for almost three months, this room is still as empty as when he first moved in.

"Well, you can't force things." Songzhi Qingxue jumped down and extended her hand to him generously, "I still recognize you as a friend. Let's keep in touch in the future."

"of course."

Kiyoaki Matsueda also stretched out his hand.

The palms of their hands touched for two seconds and then separated.

A few minutes after her daughter left, Matsueda Shinsako slowly came out from under the bed.

She looked at Songzhi Qingxian, opened her lips but no sound came out. After a moment, she bit her lower lip, and there was a strange feeling of wanting to cry in her expression.

"That's it, let's go back." Songzhi Qingxian felt a little tired and had no energy to speak.

Shinsako Matsueda lowered her head and stood there stubbornly for a long time. Finally, she couldn't say anything. She walked out of the room with exhausted steps, and the bell on her tail kept ringing.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding~"

Kiyoaki Matsueda closed the door, felt a little thirsty, and finished the barley tea in the cup.

I looked at the time and it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening. I read for a while and went to bed on time.

The next morning, I woke up at eight o'clock sharp.

I dragged the original owner's suitcase out from under the bed, threw the clothes in it, packed everything, and put on the backpack.

All the luggage is just one box and one bag.

Without any regrets, I packed my things and left home.

But as soon as he pushed out of the iron gate, Songeda Qingxian stopped.

There was a Rolls-Royce parked at the door, and a secretary-like person wearing an OL suit was standing in front of the car, apparently waiting for someone.

When she saw Matsueda Kiyoaki coming out, she trotted over and said, "Hello, Mr. Mishima. My daughter wants to see you. Would it be convenient for you to come with us?"

"Who is your young lady?"

"Ms. Tokugawa Sakurako."

"do not know."

"The eldest daughter of the Tokugawa Shogunate."

“I still don’t know him.”

"..."

The secretary's mouth twitched.

"What do you want from me?" asked Matsueda Kiyoaki calmly.

"The film and television adaptation rights of your two novels have been taken by the second young lady who is in charge of the film and television production section of the Tokugawa family. The eldest young lady asked me to come here and ask you to go back and discuss the matter."

Hearing this, Songzhi Qingxian let down his guard a little: "Then let's go."

"Please~"

Kiyoaki Matsueda got into the car.

Thirty minutes later, the Rolls-Royce entered a private territory of Chiyoda and stopped in front of a huge mansion that looked like a royal garden.

"Please come with me."

The female secretary led the way.

The luggage was asked to be placed in the car, so Kiyoaki Matsueda had to walk empty-handed through the yard, which was longer than a basketball court. He finally arrived at the entrance, and then walked along the winding corridor, turning several turns, and finally stopped in front of a large tea room.

The decoration is simple and elegant.

In front of the tea table that served as a desk, a very good-looking figure came into view.

She was working with her head down, so her face couldn't be seen clearly.

Her long, shiny black hair was spread out, with a few strands of smooth hair covering her side face. From the front, her fair skin was faintly visible, adding a bit of mystery to her...

"Miss, the person is here." The secretary called respectfully.

The woman then raised her head.

A pretty face that was as beautiful as Masako came into Matsueda Kiyoaki's sight.

She was probably in her early thirties, with sparkling, watery almond-shaped eyes and a slightly furrowed beautiful brow, as if she was showing a hint of curiosity.

The bright red lip gloss glows with a dangerous light like a poppy, which is charming and noble, but also makes people feel ashamed.

Kiyoaki Matsueda looked at her and subconsciously compared her with Masako.

In Tokugawa Sakurako's opinion, he seemed a little dull. She was used to men becoming dull when they saw her for the first time, so she didn't mind at all.

Not only did she not mind, there was even a mocking smile on the corner of her beautiful mouth, as if she wanted to see if this young man would become at a loss in front of her.

Fortunately, after being trained by Shinsako, Kiyoaki Matsueda's tolerance for beauty has greatly improved.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" He walked in confidently and sat down opposite the tea table.

He came to his senses so quickly and in such a calm and composed manner that a hint of dissatisfaction flashed across Tokugawa Sakurako's beautiful almond eyes.

It wasn't that she was dissatisfied with him, but she was dissatisfied that her charm could not charm a young man. Then she stood up with her palms lightly supporting the table, walked to the young man, and observed him calmly.

Kiyoaki Matsueda couldn't help but observe her.

She was wearing an extremely seductive red short-sleeved hip skirt. Her forearms were as dazzling as white snow. Her plump upper body stretched the fabric on her chest to the point of bursting, and her hips were round and firm like peaches.

The beautiful legs under the skirt swayed gently, shaking gently like white waves... The obscene level of her figure is comparable to that of Masako!
Tokugawa Sakurako circled around him twice, her eyes changing from scrutiny to surprise, and finally she nodded with satisfaction, her sexy red lips slightly parted, and said, "Raise your head and let me see."

Songzhi Qingxian raised his head and asked unhappily: "What's the matter?"

"Oh, you have quite a temper. Haha~" Tokugawa Sakurako let out a charming laugh, and the curve of her chest began to sway up and down.

She laughed for a long time, but the young man in front of her remained expressionless, which soon made her feel bored. She pouted, complained "wooden", then sat back in her seat and talked to him about business.

"Rinko has taken a liking to your two novels and wants to adapt them into movies."

"Who is Rinko?"

"My niece, the second daughter of the Tokugawa family, is currently in charge of the Tokugawa family's entertainment business."

"Oh."

"Moreover, she hopes that you can make a cameo appearance in both movies, so I had someone bring you here so that I could see what you look like. I didn't expect that you would look so much like what I like..." Tokugawa Sakurako looked at him with a smile, and there was a charm between her eyebrows that could break a man's heart.

When Kiyokatsu Matsueda was stared at by her, he immediately looked away and thought: This woman is much more enchanting than Masako, and she is not at the level that a little virgin like him can handle.

"Regarding the copyright issue, you guys can talk to Xinchao. I have authorized them to act as the agent."

"New trends are also the property of the Tokugawa family."

"...You're not going to transfer my copyright from one hand to the other at a low price, are you?" When it comes to interests, Kiyoaki Matsueda is always cautious.

"Tsk, what a little money-grubber." Tokugawa Sakurako teased.

"Yes, that's me." Kiyoaki Matsueda nodded in acknowledgement.

This frank attitude made Tokugawa Sakurako put away her teasing thoughts and said to him: "The price of the copyright is naturally based on the market price. If there is a loss, it is Rinko's business. I don't bother to ask."

Kiyoaki Matsueda has never thought about acting in a movie, but making a cameo appearance is no problem.

And with the system in place, it's easy to improve your acting skills, there's nothing to worry about. "Now that we've decided, let's get someone from the Shincho executives to sign the contract," said Tokugawa Sakurako.

Songzhi Qingxian nodded: "Okay."

Tokugawa Sakurako asked her secretary to call him, and chatted with him while waiting.

During this process, the temperament and charm she displayed made Matsueda Kiyoaki feel very difficult to resist. He frequently chose to avoid questions or simply remain silent.

In less than an hour, the trendy president came rushing over.

He had never met the writer Mishima, but at this moment, seeing him sitting in front of the young lady with a normal expression, he was shocked and stunned. He felt as if he had survived a calamity and was glad that he had not offended him.

With the president's personal explanation and reference, Kiyoaki Matsueda finalized the contract.

The film and television rights of the two novels were sold as a package for 6000 million yen.

For a newcomer, the price is already quite high, and it is impossible to go higher.

The top 100 domestic movie box office in Japan are basically dominated by two types of movies, either Hollywood blockbusters or animated films. As for the live-action movies shot locally, there are basically no big hits.

Among the top ten animated films at the box office, the lowest one has 150 billion yuan, and the highest one has over billion yuan.

The highest-grossing American film has a box office of 270 billion yen, and the tenth-highest has reached 130 billion yen.

As for live-action movies, the highest box office was only 170 billion yen, and few of the top ten grossed over billion yen, with most of them grossing to billion yen.

The market prospects are not good, so the copyright naturally cannot be sold at a high price.

After finalizing the contract details and signing them, it was almost noon.

"If you have anything else to ask, please ask quickly." Tokugawa Sakurako said with a smile.

"Nothing else." Kiyoaki Matsueda prepared to get up and say goodbye.

"It's not that easy to get in here. For example, the mistress of your Matsueda family stood at the door for an entire afternoon before she could get in, in order to ask me to say hello to the Cultural Affairs Bureau for you." Tokugawa Sakurako recalled what happened that day and couldn't help but sigh, "She's really amazing. She could stand there for more than three hours without moving. It's hard for me not to see her... It was because of her request that I called the Cultural Affairs Bureau and asked them not to hold up the review of your new book."

"There is such a thing?" Songzhi Qingxian frowned.

"Oh wow, she didn't tell you?" Tokugawa Sakurako's eyes suddenly lit up with a raging fire of gossip.

"I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now." Matsueda Kiyoaki stood up and left.

Seeing this, the female secretary led the way again, took him to the door and got into the Rolls-Royce.

The top luxury car started slowly.

There was no shaking in the car, and Songeda Qingxian, who was immersed in thought, didn't even realize that the car was moving.

He now finally understood why Section Chief Ito's attitude suddenly softened after he received the phone call that day.

It turned out that it was Masako who came to ask for help.

It was strange that the woman who was so concerned about her reputation would actually ask for help for herself...

Also, why didn't she say anything?
Do you think it's great to silently contribute behind the scenes?

funny!

Bah, self-admiration.

Kiyoaki Matsueda leaned back on the soft back seat and closed his eyes tiredly.

He thought of his father.

He has a bad relationship with his father and they rarely communicate.

His father silently did a lot of things for him behind his back, but he never told him anything. It was only after his father passed away that his mother told him about those things. His first reaction was not touching, but unexpected anger.

Why can't we say while we are alive...

For those who have passed away, that is the end of everything, but for those who find out later, they will have to live with the guilt for the rest of their lives...

"Mister Mishima, we're here."

The secretary's voice brought Kiyoaki Matsueda back to his senses. He looked out the window and saw that he was being taken back to Matsueda's house.

I got out of the car and looked at the dilapidated house in front of me.

There was no one inside.

"I seemed to see Mrs. Matsueda walking outside just now." the secretary reminded.

After a moment's silence, Kiyoaki Matsueda took out his cell phone and decided to give the woman one last chance.

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Masako Matsueda spent a sleepless night.

Her ambition for fame, which had once cooled, was rekindled by Song Zhiqingxian's fame.

However, all this came and went quickly.

What is sadder than sadness is a false joy.

If possible, she would even rather he never planned to write a book...

After he said he was leaving last night, all of Matsueda Shinsako's hopes for the future withered quickly like a flower with its roots pulled out, and soon all of its vitality was exhausted...

Reputation, status, power, respectability, these things that had always troubled her mind, gradually faded away...

The enthusiasm she had recently developed cooled down in an instant.

The light of hope that was so dazzling during the day became dim at night, and was completely swallowed up by the darkness of melancholy the next day.

When she woke up around noon, Matsueda Shinsako suddenly woke up from her dream.

Although she tried hard to recall, she still couldn't catch any trace of the dream. She just kept thinking, if she had told him last night what she had done for him and hoped that he would stay, would the situation be different...

However, there is no room for maneuver.

When she woke up and walked downstairs, there was no trace of Songzhi Qingxian in the room.

All his daily necessities were also gone.

It's as if he never existed.

But the sandbag and a pair of boxing gloves hanging in the tea room still tell of the fact that he existed.

Looking at the boxing gloves, the scenes of the past came vividly to her mind again. Matsueda Shinsako held the gloves in her arms, curled up on a special recliner, and her beautiful and noble phoenix eyes, like gems, looked outside blankly, and then slowly closed her eyes.

The newly renovated courtyard, the vast sky, and the clouds seemed to have lost their color and turned black and white.

She felt dead inside.

The world suddenly became very strange, leaving her alone in the wilderness at dusk. She cried out to the sky and the earth, but no one answered her. She felt as miserable as if she had lost the love of her life. Her collarbone trembled and she couldn't breathe.

"No, I can't be so depressed..."

"I have two daughters, I have to take good care of them..."

The tenacious mistress dragged her tired body to her feet, staggered back to the house, changed into a solemn kimono, and went out to buy ingredients for cooking tonight.

When I reached the center of the ramp, a Rolls-Royce passed by me.

Walking down the slope, the sunlight poured down on the high-rise buildings in Shinjuku, so bright that it was hard to open your eyes.

【Ding! 】

Suddenly the phone received a message.

Matsueda Shinsako clicked it hurriedly.

【Go back! 】

She turned and looked toward the uphill path leading to her home.

The slope is long, with towering trees on both sides, looking like a green tunnel with no end in sight.

Are there any surprises on the way back?

Masako Matsueda wasn't sure, but this was her last chance.

She turned around, took two steps in her wooden clogs, kicked them off, and stepped on the hot asphalt road with her feet in tabi. She used all her strength to run up the slope, with the strong wind whistling in her ears.

Masako, you have been trying to be strong your whole life...

You are very tired...

It's time to let yourself be weak for a while and leave everything to capable people...

She ran up the slope desperately, but when she couldn't run anymore, she staggered forward. Her steps gradually became unsteady. She gasped for breath and gritted her teeth. When she felt so wronged that she wanted to cry, she shouted with all her might towards the direction of her home.

"Aqing!"

Above the ramp, at the intersection of the azure sky and the top of the ramp, a figure slowly appeared.

Standing in a place that seemed out of reach but was actually within reach, he put his hands in his pockets and said with a smile: "I'll give you one last chance to tell the truth."

The sun is shining and the weather is nice and windy.

A handsome and elegant young man, with a gentle and charming smile, and kind and caring eyes...

Matsueda Shinsako stopped breathing.

That strong heart was instantly corroded and riddled with holes.

This time, she did not hide her inner feelings anymore. She slowly walked up to him and pleaded softly, "Don't leave. My daughter and I both need you..."

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In the middle of the month, I would like to ask for a monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)