Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 81 Qingxue is too evil
The couple went up to the box on the second floor.

Looking out from your seat, you can see the rockery and artificial water in the Japanese-style garden.

The decoration is relatively high-end and the space is spacious.

Songzhi Qingxian came in and sat down at a random place. Songzhi Qingxue said to him, "You are the only man in the family. When your mother is not present, you should sit in the main seat."

According to Japanese customs, the position with your back to the alcove and facing the exit is the main seat.

Songeda Qingxian had no choice but to sit down with his back to the alcove.

Songzhi Qingxue smiled with satisfaction and sat down beside him.

The box was very big, and the table was also big, which made her look thin and small.

"Are you hungry?"

"What do you say?"

I haven’t had lunch yet and I’ve been working as a porter for so long, how can I not be hungry?

"I have asked people to prepare it and it will be ready soon," said Songzhi Qingxue.

Before driving back to the store, she asked the manager to prepare lunch for them both.

After a while, the gentle store manager, wearing a blue floral kimono, came over to say hello.

Seeing that it was a man sitting in the main seat, she was a little surprised, but she didn't say anything. She said, "Lunch will be ready soon. This is A-Qing, right? I heard Qingxue mention you. You are really a handsome man..."

"Hello." Songzhi Qingxian nodded in response.

"Would you like some wine? I'll get it for you..."

"I don't drink, how about you?" Matsueda Kiyoaki looked at Matsueda Kiyoyuki.

She shook her head: "I don't want it either."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the store manager and ordered, "Go and do your work, don't worry about us."

The manager of a restaurant is like the mama-san of a Ginza bar. She has to constantly chat and drink with the customers and rarely has free time during business hours.

"Okay, take your time eating." The store manager had a smile on his face and a hint of teasing in his eyes.

After she left, Songzhi Qingxue touched her cheek and looked at Songzhi Qingxian: "Am I blushing?"

"Your cheeks are a little red." Matsueda Kiyoaki looked over and looked at her rosy and tender face. "Is it because of the glass of wine just now?"

"Yes, I get red in the face as soon as I drink a little." Songzhi Qingxue smiled, a little distressed, "So, I can't be a store manager at all, because I can't drink with customers."

After a while, the waiter brought in lunch.

First came the appetizers, followed by a platter of sea bream fillet, dashi, bamboo shoots and kelp.

The gluten is made into a cherry blossom shape and dotted with red.

While eating, Kiyoyuki Matsueda introduced this restaurant to him, saying that it has a history of sixty years.

The first generation owner was her great-grandfather. By the time he handed it over to her grandfather, it had already become a restaurant with a very good reputation.

Then the bubble burst.

It was a very difficult period, and to be able to survive was already beyond most people.

Lan Song barely survived in his mother's hands.

But recently it has been suffering losses one after another and is on the verge of bankruptcy and liquidation.

After Songzhi Qingxue took over, he immediately carried out a series of reforms to gradually dilute the "high-end" brand.

Although high-end restaurants have a high average customer spending, the total number of customers is small and the total revenue is very limited.

Moreover, high-end means that the ingredients must also be high-end. Purchasing high-end ingredients means that if they cannot be sold, the losses will be greater.

If you want to run a high-end restaurant, labor costs are also a huge expense.

In extreme cases, even if there is only one table of guests in a night, chefs, waitresses, errand runners, and everything else must be available, and the flowers and decorations in the private room must also be perfect, which is a huge burden.

As soon as Matsueda Kiyoyuki took over, he removed many high-priced and unpopular dishes from the menu.

In order to increase the turnover rate, we started operating during the day and set up a bar on the first floor.

For a high-end restaurant, these practices have a great impact on its reputation, but after the bar that can seat 17 or 18 people was completed, it unexpectedly received rave reviews and was often full.

"My mother is such a traditional person. She scolded me when she saw the bar. I guess she can't scold me now..."

Kiyoyuki Matsueda smiled triumphantly, and then told Kiyoaki Matsueda about the two times her mother scolded her in the store.

One time, he left the table without saying hello to the guests, and another time, he walked under the alcove behind the host.

"Qingxue, you can't do this!" Masako scolded her in a stern voice.

Even regular customers thought the boss was too strict with his daughter, but the boss had his own reasons.

"My daughter will inherit this store one day."

Because of this, strict education is required, which is Masako's parenting principle.

Since high school, Songeda Qingxue has started helping out in the store, running errands, heating wine, and serving tea and dishes.

After these experiences as an employee, she was able to make this 60-year-old store, which had been losing money continuously, profitable again in just three months after taking over...

She was in a very excited mood, and there were a few hot dishes.

As she spoke, sweat began to form on her forehead. She unbuttoned her collar a little, revealing her rosy skin.

This reminded Kiyoaki Matsueda of Masako. Seen from the front, their soft curves from head to shoulders were very similar.

Of course, Masako is more plump. After all, she is a woman who has given birth to two daughters, so her figure is naturally fuller and plumper than that of a virgin daughter.

My daughter's body is more well-proportioned and fit, with more defined lines.

Hey, wait!

There's something wrong with her, telling me such a personal thing... Kiyoaki Matsueda inexplicably felt that she was keeping an eye on him.

In the afternoon, he didn't go home and just helped in the store.

In autumn, the days are shorter and the sky gradually darkens.

After nightfall, the Lan Song Restaurant also became busy.

Amid the clamor, someone walked in and said to the clerk, "Mr. Ishihara booked a private room."

"Are you Mr. Seiji Ishihara?"

"Yes."

"Please follow me." The clerk led the way.

After entering the private room, cold dishes and drinks were quickly served.

Seiji Ishihara stood on the terrace and looked across the yard. The boss of Lansong was in the box opposite.

The early autumn nights were relatively cool, and she was dressed in the Showa style, with a white top and a sky blue skirt. There were no complicated decorations on the cuffs and hem, which made her look simple, refreshing and approachable.

The atmosphere in the store was noisy. He stood on the terrace, thinking about many things with a serious look, before he turned back into the house. As soon as he sat down, he heard the door open.

"Ishihara, you're here really early..."

Looking ahead, Tachibana Toshio, dressed in a suit and tie, with neat hair, dressed like a "successful man", walked in. Ishihara Seiji was a little irritated and frowned slightly, but thinking that since the other party had an appointment, it must be something important, he nodded: "Hurry up and sit down, the food will be served soon."

Tachibana Toshio sat down, and the first thing he did was to pick up a glass of sake and drink it. He said to him, "You are really hard to make an appointment with. I called you no less than ten times in the past five days, and you only answered once."

"My cell phone broke a few days ago and just got repaired." Seiji Ishihara said calmly.

Haha, during this period of time, how could he not know what this guy wanted to talk to him about? How could he possibly answer the phone?

"Forget it, there's no point worrying about this..." Tachibana Toshio muttered, and said to him, "The day after tomorrow is my grandfather's 80th birthday, you and your father should come together. It would be best if Governor Ishihara could come too."

"Oh, thank you and the master for your kindness, but I'm really busy and don't have time to go."

"Ishihara, please don't make excuses every time."

"I'm really busy. You know, I'm about to graduate and I'm busy with my second degree."

Ishihara Seiji drank his wine slowly, glanced at him, and decided not to waste time with such an idiot. He asked directly: "I wonder why you are in such a hurry to see me this time?"

"We have been friends for more than ten years, so I won't say any polite words." Tachibana Toshio put down his wine glass and looked serious, "Ishihara, let's work together to discredit Mishima first!"

Ishihara Seiji's eyes narrowed and he smiled calmly: "What you said is quite interesting."

"You originally wanted the Akutagawa Prize, too. If you ruin Mishima's reputation, this year's Akutagawa Prize will be yours. Anyway, it's impossible for me to win it now, so I might as well do my best to help you win it..."

"I have my own plans." Ishihara Seiji said calmly.

"You have to help me with this..." Tachibana Toshio drank his wine in big gulps and suddenly cursed, "No one knows what's wrong with Matsueda Kiyoyuki. She chose a nerd before she even graduated. I thought a man who was willing to give up his dignity and marry into a wife's family would be very capable, but I didn't expect him to suffer such a big loss..."

Hearing this, Seiji Ishihara couldn't help but laugh, with a hint of mockery in it.

He is a writer himself and the winner of this year's Gunzo Literature Award, so he finds the competition between Tachibana Toshio and Matsueda Kiyoaki very ridiculous, just like an ant trying to bring down an elephant.

Tachibana Toshio's face flushed, and he shouted, "I heard from my aunt that they still sleep in separate rooms. They look like a couple, but they are actually strangers..."

"Oh, there is such a thing?" Ishihara Seiji's eyes lit up.

"But she moved back home and started trying to get along with Mishima. Sooner or later, they will be together..."

Hearing this, Ishihara Seiji remained expressionless and drank his wine calmly.

Tachibana Toshio gritted his teeth and said angrily: "You don't have the confidence to beat Mishima..."

Ishihara Seiji stood up directly.

Tachibana Toshio shrank his neck and looked dull, like a frightened bird.

The other party is tall and is the son of a wealthy chaebol, so the feeling of oppression is very strong.

Looking at this useless thing, Ishihara Seiji reached out his hand and patted him on the shoulder twice, shaking his head and sneering: "Master Tachibana, don't be naive..."

"What do you mean by naive? Didn't you understand? I want to join hands with you to discredit Mishima. As for what happens next..." Tachibana Toshio couldn't figure out his attitude, and his voice got smaller and smaller.

Ishihara Seiji patted him on the shoulder several times before pulling back and laughing mockingly.

Tachibana Toshio was stunned for a moment, and said, "Don't you want to discredit Mishima?"

Ishihara Seiji looked down at him with contempt: "I, Ishihara Seiji, will not cooperate with losers!"

After saying this, he turned and left.

Seeing him walk out of the room without looking back, Tachibana Toshio hesitated for a long time, his expression gradually becoming distorted with anger.

But I can't vent my anger.

Because he couldn't afford to offend Seiji Ishihara.

His father is Shinzo Ishihara, currently the secretary-general of Japan's largest opposition party, the Liberal Democratic Party.

His grandfather is Shintaro Ishihara, a prominent figure in Japanese politics and the current governor of Tokyo. He is also a famous right-wing writer with great appeal and influence in the literary world.

Tachibana Toshio didn't dare to provoke such a top figure.

Feeling depressed, he was so angry that he swept all the dishes off the table, stood up and walked back and forth in the room, cursing "kisama" all the time.

Still unable to calm down, he stared at the railing on the terrace, ran over in two steps and kicked it.

"Oh!"

The wooden railing broke directly.

He rushed out of the terrace and fell directly into the pond.

The huge noise attracted the attention of many people, and after a moment, cries for help were heard.

"Someone come - a guest fell into the water -"

Hearing the noise outside, Songzhi Qingxue hurried out to check. After finding out who fell into the water, he covered his mouth and laughed, then looked at Songzhi Qingxian who followed him out: "It's the dandy young master of the Tachibana family..."

"Why is he here?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda.

"I don't know either. Maybe he came with someone else..." As he spoke, Songzhi Qingxue's eyes swept through the crowd and seemed to see an acquaintance. "Oh, he came with Ishihara."

"Ishihara?"

"Ishihara Seiji, grandson of the Tokyo governor."

"That's it..."

The current governor of Tokyo, Shintaro Ishihara, is the most notorious extreme right-wing politician in Japanese politics.

Songzhi Qingxue's expression gradually became solemn.

She chose Matsueda Kiyoaki so early because, on the one hand, she needed the inheritance that her grandfather had promised her.

On the other hand, it can also cut off a lot of annoying harassment.

Now it seems like she got a great bargain, but it may be a big trouble for Kiyoaki Matsueda.

Under the lights in the lobby, Songzhi Qingxue looked at Songzhi Qingxian and said softly: "I have been educated very strictly by my mother since I was a child. I value my family very much. Even if you are not real, I will protect your face. During these three years, I will never look at other men, and I don’t want to be entangled by other men. I always thought that you should be happy to be with me, but now it seems that I am not worthy of you, and I am afraid that it will cause you trouble..."

"What do you want to say?" Kiyoaki Matsueda looked at her.

She raised her eyes slightly and looked at him: "If the Ishihara family is targeting you for no reason, you can move out and we can announce the divorce to the public."

The light came down, illuminating that face, and the expression was extremely sincere.

Kiyoaki Matsueda saw this and understood why she was pursued by so many people.

She did this on her own initiative because she was afraid that he would be implicated. Having such a smart and thoughtful woman around her, she didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Forget it, he didn’t want to think about it now. He should go meet Arun.

"I'm going to Ginza."

"Meet the boss?"

"Well, I broke the appointment, so I should explain it to her." Kiyoaki Matsueda said with a headache.

Songzhi Qingxue smiled and then said, "Then go ahead and explain everything to them, but don't come back too late. Do you want me to call a taxi?"

"I'll just take a taxi."

"Go~"

　There are two more chapters, or 6000 words per chapter.

　　
　
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