Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 297: "Tattoo" and "The Dancing Girl of Izu" Part
If you ask your wife to list the people she is most afraid of in her life.

The sister who went abroad is half a person, while the old man in front of him is completely whole.

He was wearing a hakama with a pattern of feathers, and his hair on his forehead was completely gray.

"Mr. Kujo."

Mrs. Takeda had some sweat on her forehead. Whenever she saw Ryukawa Toru's grandfather, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Long time no see, Miss Takako."

Compared to the woman's nervousness, the old man looked very happy.

He put his hands behind his back and looked at the manuscript in the woman's hand.

"Come to submit an article?"

Although the tone was questioning, the actions were quite firm.

He handed the article "The Dancing Girl of Izu" to the staff, who were originally hesitant about whether to accept it or not, and then typed the word "Accepted" on the manuscript.

"Come sit over there with me."

The manuscript was delivered to the press conference shortly, and the old man pointed to the front row of the Yasuda Auditorium, where there was a vacant seat for the president of the Writers Association.

The Writers Association was established under the leadership of Bungeishunju, and the old man holds the title of honorary president here.

"Okay, okay."

Takeda Takako didn't dare to refuse the old woman's words. She pushed her daughter and let her go first.

"Let's go together."

The old man smiled and pointed to a place not far away to indicate that there were still many there.

From the small corner of the lecture hall to the center front.

Mrs. Takeda felt slightly uncomfortable as she sat in the front.

It wasn't just the old man next to her that made her uncomfortable, but there were thousands of people sitting behind her in the center of the lecture hall.

The feeling of thousands of eyes looking at her made her straighten her body unconsciously.

"I heard that after Xiao Che came to Tokyo, most of his manuscripts were published here."

The old man sat there in a somewhat relaxed posture, completely different from the nervous Mrs. Takeda.

"Thank you for your hard work, for being willing to help him like this."

The old man was completely different from the previous times he met her, and there was a sense of intimacy in his words towards his abandoned grandson.

The lady didn't know how to respond for a moment, so she just smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

Her first impression of the old man came from her childhood.

At that time, I followed my parents to the Kujo family.

In the cold Japanese-style room, the old man sat at the top and she sat at the bottom. In the middle, she was scolded by her parents when she got home because she ate too much fried food on the table.

"Those are people you cannot afford to offend, Takako. Stay away from them when you see them in the future."

That was the warning her parents gave her afterwards, but her wife did not follow it very well.

"How about you go up and help him with his speech?"

The old man suddenly tilted his head. Sitting next to him was Imamura Yukawa and some government officials. They looked even more impressive than Hirohei on the stage.

"I?"

Mrs. Takeda was shocked. There were so many people here that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to speak properly if she went up to them.

"to you."

The old man nodded.

“Although it is a press conference for submitted works, not every work will be introduced.”

Today's event is in the form of a small press conference.

The first works submitted were "Tattoo" and "The Dancing Girl of Izu".

But it is obviously impossible for anyone to introduce "The Dancing Girl of Izu".

It was a sudden work from an author named Yasunari Kawabata.

"As an editor, it's normal to help the authors solve emergencies at press conferences, right?"

The old man leaned back in the chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest.

The wife looked nervous. Longchuan Che had never mentioned this step. She was so poor that she would be embarrassed in front of a large number of well-known writers and scholars.

Mrs. Takeda looked embarrassed and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Fortunately, the old man didn't mean to force him after asking, and he turned his head to the other side.

"After this incident, go to Hokkaido and find a way to win the local council seat there."

From central ministers to local councillors.

The wife sitting next to her was stunned.

"Okay father."

Imamura Yukawa's face turned blood red, he knew that this was a backlash against Ryukawa Toru's intervention.

Being a councillor was considered good in the past, and it is not impossible that the old man's personality would make him grow potatoes.

"Aren't councillors elected by local votes? Can they be elected in the past?"

The wife didn't dare to say anything, but Takeda Akane was somewhat nonchalant.

He didn't know the old man's identity. In her eyes, he was just an honorary president of a writers' association.

The title of Honorary President is more like a sinecure, and the old man seems easy to talk to.

“It’s called voting.”

The old man waved his hand nonchalantly.

"But as long as there are enough local economic industries, there will be enough jobs."

The old man looked at Takeda Akane.

"For example, in Yamanashi, agricultural products are purchased by a company called Touchi. If this company asked you to vote for someone, would you not vote for him?"

What the old man meant was probably that whoever holds the key to life has the right to vote in the local area. Japanese local councillors have the right to participate in legislation and the right to supervise the cabinet.

Holding enough seats in parliament can influence the Japanese government to a certain extent.

The old man was talking about sex very much, and Takeda Akane nodded thoughtfully.

"It wouldn't have been so troublesome before."

As if dissatisfied with having to find a way to win a seat as a local councillor on his own, the old man stepped over Takeda Takako and started chatting with Takeda Akane.

"Under the previous Ritsuryo system, the appointment and dismissal of local officials were decided by the shogun."

In ancient Japan, the two-government and eight-province system was implemented, and each place was governed by the local daimyo, who were powerful supporters of the shogun.

Under the Ritsuryo system, Japan had strict class divisions, and civilians would not be able to participate in state affairs.

Although my wife also said, "I am a descendant of the great Takeda Shingen," she also knew that what the old man said was wrong.

She silently blocked the conversation space between the two with her body and smiled awkwardly at the old man.

"I see the Writers Association has arranged for submissions."

The wife took over the topic from the old man. Just now, Kujo asked her if she wanted to help talk about the work "The Dancing Girl of Izu".

Pure literature is very obscure, and many things are difficult to understand at the first time without special appreciation and introduction.

Just like "The Tale of Genji", without someone specialized to analyze and study it, no one would know that there are half a thousand characters and 54 poems in this short novel of 795 chapters.

In "Tattoo", the painting "Fertilizer" is also used to metaphorically describe other people's inner thoughts.

“What can someone who just received the work see?”

The old man seemed unhappy with Takeda Takako's initiative to talk to him.

In his opinion, this woman was good for nothing except her good looks.

"Whether your sister is here or Natsuko is here, you won't let this happen."

The direction the old man pointed to was where the works were projected for appreciation.

Ryukawa Toru's "The Dancing Girl of Izu" is being prepared for loading.

The old man seemed to know something.

It's not just Kawabata and Ryukawa, it's even the relationship between his wife and his grandson.

This merciless rebuke made the wife's eyes red, but due to the old lady's status, she did not dare to say anything.

"Whether she goes up or not is none of your business."

When the wife was considering whether to rush forward, a familiar sneer sounded in her ears.
(End of this chapter)