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

Chapter 393 The girl's skirt held up all the sunshine and gentleness of midsummer 4
"Did he eat too much vegetarian food?"

Longchuan Che's first reaction upon hearing this news was...
There is a conspiracy!
Hongping Monk's sour face kept flashing through his mind. Longchuan Che felt that he could only feel at ease if he arranged for someone to check under the Writers' Association table for any bombs.

"What about you?"

Seeing Ryukawa Tetsu's exaggerated expression, Takeda Maki rolled her eyes.

"It's probably similar to how Akechi Mitsuhide helped Oda Nobunaga regain power after the Honnoji Incident."

Long Chuanche shrugged. He didn't know what Hongping was after, as he was recommending him.

That was the old monk's greatest asset; if he really did take over the Japan Writers Association someday...
He could already picture himself shouting, "The enemy is at Honnoji!"

"I was a little surprised at the time."

Takeda Maki and Ryukawa Tetsu were both preoccupied with how much profit they could make from this, while Tatsukawa Tetsu kept muttering, "Am I still half asleep?"

Ono Taro looked at Ryukawa Tetsu.

"If you think about it carefully, the essence of his approach is a transaction and a trade-off."

"Trading and trade-offs?"

Longchuan Che raised an eyebrow.

"Yes."

The editor-in-chief picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, and then picked up a cherry from the side and took a bite.

Taking his time, Long Chuanche glanced at his watch; it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

"Let's talk as we walk."

I had arranged to meet my girlfriend at five o'clock, and since it was Ono Taro who was coming, it wouldn't hurt to have dinner together.

We could invite my wife and the others to join us; it would be nice to have a celebration dinner tonight.

With that in mind, Tatsuki Ryukawa and Taro Ono got into the car back to the hotel.

The dark paint reflected the warm summer sun. After being pulled into the car by Ryukawa Tetsu, Ono Taro gave him a reproachful look.

Why the rush?

From the moment he entered the room, Long Chuanche kept checking his watch and sending messages.

This would be extremely impolite between people who are not close to each other.

However, the two have a good relationship.

"He was in a hurry to go back and see his girlfriend one last time."

Maki Takeda sat in the front passenger seat, watching Tatsukawa Tetsu occasionally pull out his phone and sneer.

That little girl, Songzhi Muzi.

After arriving in Europe, Tatsukawa Tetsu often spent time with the other person.

Today, Longchuan Che even went so far as to take the other person to Malahaide to watch the sunrise.

Takeda Maki looked completely bewildered as to what was so interesting about the sunrise, while Ono Taro nudged Ryukawa Tetsu.

"this…"

The editor pointed to Maki Takeda and then gestured towards her neck.

"What do you mean?"

Ryukawa Tetsu hasn't reached the point where he and Ono Taro are on the same wavelength yet, but thinking about it, being on the same wavelength as a man is pretty scary.

"How did you do that, Longchuan-san?"

Because the woman in front of us clearly showed her dissatisfaction, the discussion about Hirohira seemed to have gone off track.

Ono Taro looked at Ryukawa Tetsu with a gossipy gaze.

"Why are you suddenly using honorifics?"

Ryukawa Tetsu muttered something, and he understood what Ono Taro meant.

It seems that Maki Takeda, who seemed to have a good relationship with him, actually knew that you had a girlfriend?
Literary talents and scholars are often romantic and romantic.

However, such romantic relationships are mostly based on situations where there is a significant difference in status between men and women.

To put it bluntly, it means that women need to depend on men for their existence.

However, Takeda Maki was a woman of high status, and to put it bluntly, she even had the power to suppress Ryukawa Tetsuya.

Ono Taro winked at Ryukawa Tetsu.

The question of how he did it was practically written all over Taro Ono's face.

"this…"

When asked by the other party why he was so manly, Tatsukawa Tetsuya felt a little embarrassed.

To put it nicely, he's charming; to put it bluntly, he's a womanizer.

Don't be shy!

Taro Ono is indeed a man who frequents high-end clubs.

Noticing that Ryukawa Toru was a little embarrassed, someone patted him on the chest to encourage him. "Most Japanese writers have many romantic relationships, like your teacher, Akechi Susumu..."

Just as Ono Taro was about to hear some incredible gossip, his excited voice was interrupted by Takeda Maki.

"Mr. Ono."

Takeda Maki looked at this man who had the potential to lead Ryukawa Toru further down the path of womanizing.

"Let's get down to business."

Actually, Taro Ono spoke very softly, and there were two empty seats between him and Maki Takeda in the MPV.

Ono Taro didn't know how the other person heard him, his body stiffened for a moment, and he quickly stood up.

"Don't ask about these trivial things next time, Longchuan-kun, you're still young!"

The "something or nothing" probably refers to the romantic affairs of the various writers, the editor-in-chief's handsome but clumsy tricks, and Long Chuanche is speechless.

"You mean that Monk Hongping recommended me because he doesn't want me to leave Japan?"

Taro Ono explains the concepts of trade-offs and trade-offs as follows.

"Everyone knows what you want to do."

Ono glanced at Ryukawa.

"You and Hirohira will definitely have another authoritative debate about Japanese classical literature."

Does Snow Country overshadow The Makioka Sisters, or does The Makioka Sisters overshadow Snow Country?
Regardless of the final outcome, Hirohira must ensure that Tatsukawa Toru remains a member of the Japan Writers Association.

"He doesn't seem like the type of person who would care about this kind of thing."

As the saying goes, the person who knows you best is definitely your rival.

The old monk, like a blazing sun, has dominated the literary world for decades; he doesn't seem like the type to worry about losing to Ryukawa Toru.

"That's what I thought too."

Ono Taro shook his head. Inside Honganji Temple, the sight of the setting sun gave him a feeling of unease, as if he were seeing the true Buddha.

Hongping is like a god, at least to people in the Japanese literary world.

"But he's old."

Taro Ono uttered a phrase that Toru Ryukawa had once heard.

That was at Yakuoji Temple, when the monk Kohei was saying that Natsuko Imamura was his successor.

The girl looked at the old monk with a sorrowful expression, as if she were witnessing the end of an era.

"He can still stop you now, but in five or ten years, when he's dead, who in the Japanese literary world can stop you then?"

The classical trend sweeping Japan has made many authors realize the gap between themselves and "Snow Country".

Hirohira must ensure that Tatsukawa Toru remains a Japanese writer after his death.

"So, the Japan Writers Association got its slice of the pie? When did writers become like politicians?"

Hongping's behavior seemed more like making a choice for the future, and he had no choice but to compromise.

It's unlikely that another Tatsukawa Toru will emerge in the literary world; he must ensure relative stability in Japan after his death.

"Writers are sometimes politicians."

Taro Ono sighed. Hirohira had been entangled with the government for so many years; he was more than just a writer.

Let's talk about this later.

Ryukawa Tetsu slumped back, and Hirohira nominated himself to be the next chairman, on the condition that he serve as acting chairman for ten years and that he not resign his membership in the Japan Writers Association.

"You also need to go to the Gokoku-ji Temple in Kyoto to see him."

Taro Ono added, but Tatsukawa Tetsu was no longer in the mood to listen.

His message to Songzhi Muzi went unanswered, and her phone was switched off when he arrived at the hotel.

"Where did you go?"

Long Chuanche was somewhat puzzled, and when he opened the girl's room, he was stunned.

The young man with the gold collar is today's most sought-after writer, and may very well be the next president of the Japan Writers Association.

He looked at the words pressed down on the TV remote, picked it up and fiddled with them, not quite understanding them.

"what is this?"

Long Chuanche was somewhat dazed.

"point…"

Takeda Maki, who followed in, raised an eyebrow.

"A breakup letter?"

The woman said uncertainly.

(End of this chapter)