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

Chapter 421: At the True Family Banquet

The Kujo family home always feels gloomy at night.

The bamboo leaves rustled in the air, and the water splashes that felt cool during the day now gave off a slight chill.

Longchuan Che was still sitting in the seat near the door.

Japanese banquets have a very interesting custom.

The farther away someone is from another seat, the more prestigious their status is.

The seat furthest from the door was now empty, and no one asked Ryukawa Tetsu, who was sitting near the door against the rules, to go up there.

Those who remained at the table watched the young man, when Maki Nijo patted his shoulder and said something.

What will they do?

Long Chuanche looked at the woman in front of him.

She looks completely different from the young lady; you can't tell she's her biological mother at all.

At this moment, the woman gently patted Long Chuanche's shoulder, but still did not answer.

"Come up and sit down."

The woman gave a greeting, and only after the banquet was completely over did she invite Long Chuanche to a seat near the front.

Baishuyuan was the old man's residence before his death, and a calligraphy scroll was hung in the middle of the banquet pavilion used for entertaining guests.
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Ups and downs, prosperity and decline are unpredictable.

Long Chuanche took a look; the handwriting seemed somewhat familiar.

"Please sit down, Tetsuya."

The woman pointed to a seat, the third row on the right.

It was originally reserved for Long Chuanche and his daughter, but the two of them never came up.

After the toasts and drinks ended, it finally felt like a real family dinner.

There were two from Mizuho Financial Group, and also that so-called Komeito Party executive.

There were only seven or eight people left behind. Kujo Heihei, who had just been driven away, sneered at Ryukawa Tetsu.

What are you staying for?

Each one of them could be described as eyeing them covetously. Ryukawa Toru glanced helplessly at Takeda Maki, who had followed him.

This woman didn't go back with the ladies; I don't know why she came to join in the fun.

Now, surrounded by wolves, it's not just a trap for them, it's practically becoming our own.

"Watch the fun."

Takeda Maki glanced at everyone present, then sat down next to Ryukawa Tetsu.

The situation on the scene was quite interesting. The right side was empty except for Ryukawa Tetsu and his two companions, while Nijo Maki's side was occupied by seven or eight people sitting steadily.

There are young people, middle-aged people, and elderly people.

They all look different, but most of them bear the name Kujo.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Sitting at the first table in the first row on the left, Maki Nijo stood up and raised her glass to those who remained at the banquet.

The light was dim at this moment, and their victory celebration was just beginning.

“A portion of the profits from the business under the Sankin Shokai will be shared with the Nijo family, and Nisshin’s overseas transportation business will offer a 3% discount on the transportation of auto parts.”

Whether it was a transaction or something else, the woman spoke to herself, and the others nodded in agreement.

"What about Mizuho?"

The old man who was the first to leave asked a question.

"What are they doing?"

Longchuan Che leaned closer to the young lady and asked a question.

"Although the Kujo family has a strict system of managing its own households, the assets of each group are managed independently by the branch offices in each region."

It's somewhat similar to the feudal system of ancient times.

Each family was given a piece of property, which was then managed by the family members who had separated from the family.

The main family has the right to take back the property at any time, and those who have separated from the main family must also obey the arrangements and allocations made by the main family at any time.

"Feudalism, oh feudalism."

The feudal lord, Tatsukawa Tetsu, muttered a couple of things, then heard Nijo Maki say something from across the room.

"I only want Mizuho's personal insurance business."

Mizuho Financial is an economic circulation platform with various financial businesses.

The group discussed amongst themselves, completely disregarding Master Longchuan.

"Is it almost time?"

Longchuan Che leaned closer to the young lady and asked her a question.

These reckless people jumped out one by one, and he couldn't just smash the cup as a signal to send out three hundred axemen to chop them into mincemeat.

"Toruya."

The young lady was about to speak when she was interrupted by her mother.

The woman waved and smiled in their direction.

"what?"

Long Chuanche did not give this 'mother-in-law' a friendly look.

"Return the things that Mr. Jinya just gave you."

Offer Nijo Maki a deal in exchange for benefits, and then take back what you've held onto for so long.

Maki Nijou clearly and thoroughly emptied out the main family's assets.

"This?" Long Chuanche took out the bunch of keys that he didn't know what they were.

The family property that was originally distributed to them was used to support them to a good degree, and now that the old man has died, they are all eager to get rid of it.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

Ryukawa Tetsu didn't care who took or seized the Kujo family's belongings.

After tonight, many people may leave this house in various ways, but Tatsuki Ryukawa still has his own things to know.

"Don't be so thorough."

The woman walked over with a smile, seemingly unwilling to escalate the situation.

"Are you being weird, Auntie?"

This is truly exploiting someone's family fortune and undermining their very foundation.

But Tatsukawa Tetsu didn't seem angry.

"Even without Nijo Maki, there would be Ichijo Maki. It's normal for the branch family to want to break away when it becomes too powerful."

Long Chuanche shook the keys in his hand; most of those who remained were those in the front seats.

It's normal to want to escape when you're too full, but what Tatsukawa Tetsu wants to know is...

"What I want to know is how far you can go."

Ryukawa Tetsu swung the key in his hand, while Nijo Maki narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Do you know how much benefit the Kujo family can gain from the Sankin Trading Company every year?"

It was as if he was trying to comfort the other person, and also as if he was expressing his own good intentions.

Nijo Maki said.

"Two hundred billion? Three hundred billion?" Long Chuanche said two numbers that he considered very large.

Nijo Maki shook her head.

"Money is only one aspect, that's all," the woman said kindly.

“Our family’s businesses are all quite large, and this scale brings more than just financial benefits.”

"Jobs, labor management, and the local government's say."

Japan's administrative regions are prefectures, which are autonomous prefectures.

Sometimes economic rights equal political rights, plus the Kujo family members holding public office in various Tokyo areas.

This family controls the country in a different way.

Excessive profits can distort human nature.

Nijo Maki said with a smile.

"Miss Zhenfei and you have a very good relationship."

"And the other two in her family, right?"

Maki Nijou, who was holding the key in her hand, wanted Tatsukawa Tetsu to personally hand it to the father and son.

Long Chuanche took a deep breath, feeling a chill permeate the entire place.

Those who are alive, those who exist.

They are a collection of interests.

Compared to them, those literary figures who used to oppose them even seem somewhat endearing.

When Maki Nijo said, "Miss Kiko is also very cute."

Longchuan Che asked into the air.

Will they die?

Those cold and elusive people were stunned.

"this kid"

Nijo Maki smiled as if she wanted to say something, but she felt that Ryukawa Tetsu was probably scared out of his wits.

The sudden change in circumstances suggests they've never dealt with anything like this before.

"fast"

The woman was about to say, "Go quickly," but her expression suddenly froze.

A soft cough could be heard coming from the dimly lit Kujo house.

cough.

cough cough.

The faint cough sounded weaker than any candle flame.

But those who were smiling, arrogant.

Those who thought they had the upper hand stood there dumbfounded.

It was as if someone was tearing them apart through the darkness.

Yes.

Torn.

Looking at their expressions, Longchuan Che felt that this word was very appropriate.

An old man emerged from behind the inscription: "Ups and downs, prosperity and decline are unpredictable."

"Yes, of course."

Kujo Fujitaka looked at his grandson and said.

(End of this chapter)