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

Chapter 400 Attending One's Own Funeral 3
"You think you can just inherit it like that?"

The old man's words made Long Chuanche roll his eyes.

He has so much more now than when he was a young man.

Social status and economic wealth.

Most importantly, his wives and the others did not want him to get involved in the Kujo family's mess.

"You should keep this family business, which is full of intrigue and backstabbing, for yourself."

Longchuan Che picked up a pebble and threw it into the river.

A small pebble stirred up waves; today, Tatsukawa Tetsu officially relinquished his identity as a member of the Kujo family.

'Your wife will be very happy to hear that.'

Strangely, what Long Chuanche was thinking about now was the woman who raised him.

He's not very bright and doesn't do things very cleverly.

Long Chuanche listened to the sound of pebbles falling into the pool and was in an unexpectedly good mood.

This family is too oppressive, with its complicated relationships and relatives scheming against each other.

After careful consideration, Tatsukawa Tetsu realized that the atmosphere of the Takeda family, where older sisters chased and beat their younger sisters, suited him better.

"Thinking about those two from the Takeda clan?"

The old man, perhaps due to his advanced age, seemed to know what his grandson was thinking just by seeing him smile.

"I just told you not to act on your emotions, Tetsuya."

The old man liked to be called by the name he used at the Kujo family's house. He sighed and then said:

Do you know which family the eldest son of the Takeda clan works for?

The old man picked up two pebbles, just like his grandson, and fiddled with them in his palm.

"Who?"

Ryukawa Tetsu thought for a moment. Takeda Maki was the managing director of Kodansha, and Kodansha belonged to the Otowa Group.

"The entire Otowa is owned by the Takatsukasa family."

To hear from an elderly man in his seventies about Japan's largest entertainment company today, Tatsukawa Toru felt a sense of temporal displacement.

"Are you saying the Kujo family is richer than I thought?"

Even the wealthiest executive officer around him was just working for the Takatsukasa family.

The Kujo family, being a powerful clan, would be even wealthier than the Takatsukasa family.

The old man continued in a tone that suggested the old man had no idea what he was refusing:
"more than."

Kujo Fujitaka looked at his junior who suddenly wanted to quit.

"Hongping recommends you to be the chairman of the Japan Writers Association. Do you know who founded the Japan Writers Association?"

The Japan Writers Association is the only organization capable of influencing the operation of the government.

It was founded fifty years ago by Hirohei and Kawade Shobo.

"Kawade Shobo belongs to the Kujo family?"

Longchuan Che was genuinely surprised this time.

Compared to the forces that were already out in the open, Kawade Shobo truly surprised him.

It is one of Japan's five major literary publishers and a revolutionary site for class literature.

The publication of early class literature was not easy; it can be said that many of the struggle statements were disseminated from the study.

“You’re really something, supporting class literature when you’re in control of the class.”

Ryukawa Tetsu's expression turned somewhat strange. The Kujo family should rightfully be one of the great noble families.

However, the person whom this monk Hongping had been fighting against was one of the people who had supported the Japanese writer to his current situation.

Protecting the nation and its people; class literature.

The elderly people in front of us also participated.

Longchuan Che has a strange feeling about him, like a nobleman leading a commoner to fight against other nobles.

"There are no eternal enemies, Tetsuya."

The old man seemed to want to impart teachings, which were more than a decade overdue, to his grandson in one night.

"The Great Kanto Earthquake, the national military system, the old monk found me when I had just become the head of the family, and said that scholars could be a knife for me to use against others."

Verbal and written criticism.

These four characters can be said to be a true reflection of literati.

Words not only have the significance of inheritance, but in the hands of those with ulterior motives, they can also be a deadly weapon.

"However, this guy's career progressed better and better, and he attracted more and more people around him."

The elderly man unusually showed signs of having a headache.

"After the association was established, he gradually marginalized me, and now I only have the title of honorary chairman." He found Kujo Fujitaka and asked him to help develop class literature.

In the end, the problem became too big to handle, and they simply kicked the old man away.

"Do you know what I'm trying to say by telling you this?"

The old man looked at Long Chuanche's warm face, and he didn't seem to regard the Writers' Association incident as an embarrassing matter at all.

"In its early stages, the development of class literature certainly faced many challenges from those who controlled the class."

With just a glance, Long Chuanche understood the old man's meaning.

The fact that the Writers' Association is now out of the control of the elderly is not what they want.

However, it was the Kujo family that was able to support Hirohira.

Whether it's economic strength or national power.

All of these could exceed Tatsukawa Tetsu's imagination.

"That's just a little bit."

The old man seemed pleased that his grandson was very clever.

"The second point I want to make is that things that belong to our family will eventually return to our family."

Being tricked by Hongping was probably one of the few setbacks the old man experienced in his life.

But now, Tatsuki Ryukawa's grandson has become the chairman of the Writers' Association.

"Life goes around in circles; sometimes it really is destiny."

Kujo Fujitaka looked relieved, but Ryukawa Tetsu poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

“If I don’t want to inherit, I don’t want to inherit. Just because my family has money doesn’t mean I should come back.”

Long Chuanche stood up and patted the hem of his clothes.

He's said what he needed to say tonight, so he can just relax and live his life with his wife and the others from now on.

"Just because your family has money doesn't mean you should come back, nor does it mean you should leave just because you think your family has a mess."

After being refused several times, the old man frowned.

“I told you that you shouldn’t hate me for what happened back then. It was your mother’s decision to take you away, and it was also my promise to your mother that I wouldn’t look for you.”

"You promised my mother?"

Ryukawa Tetsuya was stunned. Both his wife and the elders said that Kujo Seiko had left home on her own initiative.

However, Tatsukawa Tetsu still doesn't know what happened back then.

That memory seems to exist, but upon closer reflection, it becomes blurry.

Like a memory at dusk, a mirror of daytime.

He wanted to select and review items, but there was always a layer between them.

"You really forgot?"

The old man was somewhat surprised, then changed to a tone of discussion.

"I'm not surprised that you keep refusing me, because you don't lack many things now."

The old man waved his hand, and several monks emerged from the bamboo grove to help him up.

Ryukawa Tetsu heard someone whisper in the old man's ear, "The Kansai family has split up," and then the old man smiled confidently at Ryukawa Tetsu.

"But don't you want to take your childhood diaries back?"

Tatsukawa Tetsu has a diary, which the young lady once told him about.

It records the events of boys from age one to five. Tatsukawa Tetsu originally wanted to ask the young lady about it.

"With you?"

Long Chuanche glared at him, wondering what kind of perverse pleasure it was to peek into his grandson's diary.

"The moon meets the clouds, the flowers meet the breeze, the night sky is beautiful tonight, and I miss you again." The old man seemed to have heard about Long Chuanche's private affairs, smiled at Long Chuanche, and turned to leave.

"He was writing this kind of thing in his diary when he was only three years old. Tetsuya was a playboy even when he was a child."

"Osamu Dazai's 'The Setting Sun'? Was this guy a womanizer when he was young?"

As a renowned writer, Tatsukawa Toru immediately recognized that this was a plagiarism of a short sentence from Osamu Dazai's "The Setting Sun".

At such a young age, he was already writing love poems in his diary. Longchuan Che sighed that little Longchuan was truly a master of romance.

But after taking two steps forward, Longchuan Che suddenly froze.

"Osamu Dazai's 'The Setting Sun'?"

Long Chuanche looked up at the sky.

"I haven't even written it yet, so where would a Dazai Osamu come from?!"

(End of this chapter)