Tokyo Wingman King

Asana, who had thought he would have to send them back one by one, breathed a sigh of relief.

Tonight I just concentrated on being a barbecue chef who likes Jian Zheng, and my personality conflict value increased by 6%?

What's the contradiction? Isn't it always like this?
I'm really speechless.

Are you having a bad day today?

No.

The work for the barbecue party was temporarily doubled, so it’s annoying?

No. He himself agreed. Sometimes it is healing to see people smiling happily because of his cooking. It would be even more healing if he could ignore the aphrodisiac effect.

Could it be that the troubles stem from the dissatisfaction with former Minister Fujiwara?

No.

He never expected that young ladies like Fujiwara and Houhouin would learn to put aside their arrogance so quickly, transcend class boundaries, and truly communicate with the real people around them.

Anyway, throughout the party, Mr. Teruya, the girls of the Teruya family, Arima and Fuzugawa all took on the responsibilities of creating the atmosphere and acting as mixers.

Perhaps, it is disappointment with Phoenix Court?
Well, kind of.

Hououin's blatant dislike for Arima's neighbors and Eiwa's classmates is no less than Fujiwara's.

Although her discrimination is discrimination of knowledge and ideas, the reason for the ideological gap is the two different perspectives provided by the class gap created by wealth and power.

This means that her advantages initially came from her class identity.

This condescending attitude of [suppressing the strong and supporting the weak] goes against the ideals that the two men discussed.

Just as those groups that were once labeled as numb, ignorant, dirty, etc. by the powerful world are now using these labels to re-examine groups that are still in turmoil, war, poverty, and disease.

The strong are inherently qualified to examine and even criticize the weak.

A group of people who are accustomed to scrutinizing others skillfully use equations such as [poverty equals low quality, low quality equals inferiority, inferiority equals ugliness] to defend themselves.

It's human nature to hate ugly things. What's wrong with that?
Even if these people provide help to the weak, it is hypocritical and has impure motives.

This is completely different in nature from the free help provided by noble people to the weak.

but,

When I think of it, in his previous life, Fenghuangyuan was also a comrade-in-arms of Fuzugawa and a member of the [People's Revolutionary League].
When I think of what Fenghuangyuan said to him, "The reason why I still linger in this world that I hate is because you live in it."
He couldn't help but regain his expectations and understanding of Phoenix Court.
Even though he didn't know why she hated the world
Perhaps it is unreasonable to ask a person who hates most things in the world to like certain things.

The love contained in the "support" in Fenghuangyuan Haruka's "control the strong and support the weak" is just a kind of self-satisfying love.

But if there are enough good deeds, why force ourselves to have good intentions?

Having read a large number of [human nature is evil] cases, Asama still stubbornly believes that if more good deeds are done, the wind direction and tide will change, the world will become a better place, and if enough positive feedback is given, kindness will naturally appear.

Perhaps in the eyes of the young ladies like Fujiwara,

Ryuuzaki and Fuzugawa, these privileged people who have empathy for the lower class, are even stranger beings.

Arrogance and the lack of contempt for most people are in fact not exclusive to these noble young masters and young ladies.

Many people who are not happy in life also use this method to vent their dissatisfaction.

Being too self-centered and arrogant will make people lack empathy, become detached from the masses, and lose their people-oriented nature.

Then the whole began to loosen and was torn into several parts.

Asama also often criticized his own arrogance.

The previous successful assistance was nothing more than the combined effect of experience and luck. Because of his arrogance, he never really understood anyone deeply.

He hated the abstract concept of the collective, but he could not hate every living individual whom he had to face sincerely.

The person he hates the most has always been himself.
In my previous life, I lived as a passive and sophisticated egoist. Now that I have struck lucky in this life, can I serve as a good crutch?
I really want to have a good talk with Fujiwara Ai, start a reform and education program for her, and let her do something serious.

I really want to talk to Hougen, Ryuzoji and other members of the Human Revolutionary League from my previous life, about how to help them and allow their power to merge with the Undying River.

He wanted to forcefully help Chiyoko Konoe, Kyohei Katsura, Seiichiro Yasaka, and Ren Miura, people he even thought were insignificant.
Yes, what he wanted most was to get new questions by staring at other people, so as to dilute or divert the [friend crisis] he was in at the moment.

I am arrogant, cowardly and stupid. I need to make greater progress to live up to these skills that have fallen from the sky.

The moon in the sky disappeared into the clouds.

Asana hurried in the increasingly strong night wind.

The street lamps draw bright yellow moons in the night.

Asama appeared and disappeared in the intervals of brightness and darkness.

Every time he stepped onto the moon on the ground, he felt a little more real.

The light cast a circle of gold on him. This was not his true color, and he was not a luminous body, but it was enough to resist the emptiness that came with fading into darkness.

Oh, Great God,
Your gaze is too hot.
It is as if the eternal world is all focused on you in an instant, showing an irresistible preference for you. She understands you just to the extent that you yourself hope to be understood. She believes in you, just as you desire to be the kind of person you want to be, and be believed by the world with this impression. She loves you, but also painfully stays within the boundaries set by you, as if she is always caressing your shadow through a thick layer of transparent glass.

This extremely unfair thing happened to him, making him realize that he had always done the same thing to others.

He tried his best to suppress his emotions and tried to use Baudrillard's "Potlatch" theory to explain this phenomenon - the host feasts the guests and damages or gives away property in public to show the host's strength, with the purpose of humiliating the guests and confirming the host's status; this one-dimensional gift and transformation has the ultimate goal of making the guests become vassals in the process of homogenization, and not allowing the other party to make equal "potlatch" gifts in return.

It was not until this time that Asama realized the truth about the increase in his personality conflict value.

"Do we need to have Shizumi Asama donate blood regularly? Arrange for the Red Cross to hold free blood donation activities in Eiwa or in Asama's community?"

Konoe Ruzai's eyes flickered.

"Killing the goose that lays the golden eggs will alert the snake. Greed will blind your reason, just like slaughtering. There are many ways to gain benefits from friends, and yours is the worst."

Konoe Takuma, who has been busy lately but in good spirits, stood in front of the laboratory and shook his head.

"The organization behind him may just be a lie he made up."

"I have never been interested in his organization. Ruzai, there are indeed people with extraordinary talents in this world, but in the face of the military and technology, their destructive power is extremely limited."

"Then why would the head of the family think so highly of an outsider who has neither royal blood nor a background, and whose talents are exaggerated?"

Konoe Takuma glanced at Konoe Ruzai and said with a smile,

"There are too few children who can emerge from the mud without being stained. Ruzai, do you know why Buddhism died out in India? Why do Christians cause more murders?"

When asked a question that had nothing to do with the matter at hand, Konoe Ruzai lowered his head and stopped talking. "Because all Confucian classics developed to the Pope, they are bound to fall into the dilemma of dissemination. Only by vulgarizing can you make more people believe, and among these believers are self-thinking, and these self-thinking people have selfish desires. Therefore, when ideas spread to a certain stage, they will deteriorate, decay, fall behind, and die.

The Indian Buddhist scriptures do not teach people to burn incense and chant Buddha, and the Chinese Taoism does not teach people to make elixirs to exorcise evil spirits, but Buddhism and Taoism chose the side branches in the original text as the main trunk. People always choose to do some easy things in the scriptures, and then modify them to make them easier to do. People who are used to sitting back and enjoying the fruits of their labor will not struggle and work hard unless they have nothing. Mediocre people gather together, plunder without a way out, and have no way to raise children, which is exactly our situation.

Therefore, I am optimistic about those who choose to walk on uneven roads, find muddy rivers, and climb steep mountains. It has nothing to do with identity or even reason. Investing in them does not require much cost, nor does it expect much return. Investing itself is interesting, what do you think? "

Konoe Takuma put down the document, retracted his gaze, turned around and walked out of the laboratory.

The guards were like a prime minister, following closely behind him.

Don't you expect much in return?

The head of the [No Mistakes in Life] family is always too modest.

Konoe Nyosai counted the number of people who came to visit him in the past few days: the Ichijo family, the Katsura family, the Jugami family, the Takashi family, the Nijo family, the Ryuzoji family, the Hohoin family, and the Jinguji family, who had shown goodwill. All of them were lured by using the quiet water of Asama as bait. In addition, he had previously disciplined the branch family, advised the younger generation, and educated and protected the eldest daughter, so he had killed five birds with one stone.

It's not the tool that's powerful, it's the person who uses the tool.

What made him unhappy was that the family head's kindness to Asama Shizumi did not win him the respect of this tool.

Being able to tolerate people who lack self-awareness is probably one of the charms of the head of the family.

Deep in the Japanese-style garden, there is a red brick and wooden building with a mix of Japanese and Western styles that is full of Taisho romantic style.

The light in the study on the second floor of the mansion was still on.

Mori Koichi, the old butler of the Ichijo family, knocked on the heavy mahogany door.

"Please come in."

"My lord."

The head of the Ichijo family, Ichijo Mayuan, glanced at the smiling Mori Koichi, then lowered his head to look at the documents in his hand and said,
"If you're begging for mercy, go back. It's been less than a day, I'm afraid he hasn't even scratched the surface of repentance."

"Of course not. It's new information about Asama-sama."

Hearing the respect Mori Koichi used when addressing Asama, Ichijo Mayuan put down his pipe and laughed.

"Mori, please don't believe the false information that he was a descendant of the Fuji clan."

The old butler Mori Haoyi took out another document and handed it to Ichijo Mayuan.

"He and several of Yinghe's classmates will leave for Huaxia tomorrow. Probably due to the typhoon, they changed their first stop from SH to BJ at night. The trip will take about 10 days. According to the intelligence received from the Ten Gods, they will meet with 5 unicorns or small giants in five fields, including e-commerce, sports smart wearable devices, artificial intelligence and AI robots, big data engineering, blockchain and cryptocurrency, in SH, GZ, CD, and WH.

The document contains relevant information about these companies.”

Ichijo Ma Yuan thought to himself, he is worthy of being the child secretly cultivated by Konoe Takumi, he flew over there before his wings are even strong enough.

He flipped through two pages of documents, laughed, shook his head and said, "Young people have great energy."
"This guy, we haven't really started investing in him yet, but he's already started to mess around. What can he do with that little money? He's biting off more than he can chew. How can the good companies over there accept their investment?"

"We estimate that they probably just have a preliminary understanding."

"The grandson of the former Osaka Metropolitan Superintendent, the son of the Hoshino and Komaba families, the boyfriend of the third daughter of the Nijo family, the black sheep of the Togami family. Except for this Komaba Mitsuki, the others don't look like they are suitable for business."

Mori Koichi replied again,
"There are also several children from small merchant families traveling with them. During the trip, the sports smart wearable devices are probably negotiated for the Yasaka family, and the e-commerce is for the Izayoi family."

Hearing these two surnames, Yitiao Ma Yuan frowned a little, then shook his head and smiled.
"I know the story of Izayoi and Yasaka Seiichiro. They were two bad guys, but he tamed them. Yes, just the awareness of cultivating wings is already more than one level higher than Che."

Thinking of something, Yitiao Ma Yuan rummaged through the drawer for a while, pulled out two books, and said,

"Let the boy read these two books thoroughly before he goes out. I will test him later. If he doesn't answer well, he doesn't have to go to school anymore. He can just stay at home and improve his brain. He won't have to go out and play, or chase after dogs and hawks, and embarrass himself."

Seeing that the head of the family had completely overturned the free interest education that he had advocated in the past, Mori Koichi put away the two books on social interaction with a wry smile, and sighed that it was not known whether it was a blessing or misfortune for this generation of young masters and young ladies to meet a king of books like the [Five-Photography Imperial Teacher].

Yitiao Mayuan thought of something and asked,

"There's nothing in their itinerary that they shouldn't go to, right?"

"Not really, but it is said that we will go to two mountainous areas."

"travel?"

“It’s probably for charity.”

"If it's just a show, then fine. But if I'm led astray by that stupid girl from the Busei family, I'll have to find Konoe to settle the score."

It started raining heavily on the way home.

No wonder the night wind is so strong today.

Bean-sized raindrops fell on the ground with a loud noise.

The city suddenly became blurry and turned into a pool of shadows on the ground.

Fortunately, even the zipper of the backpack is waterproof, so the things inside will not get wet.

It took Asama about 17 minutes to reach the apartment after sprinting for 50 kilometers by hiding himself and not running at full speed.

With 7 points of physical strength, his breath-holding limit is 8 minutes, which is 7 minutes longer than the initial breath-holding time of 2 points in the physical strength state.

It took some time to ventilate away from the camera, otherwise I would have been able to get home faster.

I went home and took a very, very long hot shower, and when I came out the clock had already turned.

I picked up my phone and replied to a lot of messages.

Komaba said that all flights were cancelled due to the typhoon, and we couldn't fly to SH and GZ. Should we change to the flight to BJ tomorrow night? He also suggested that we stay in BJ for one more day to go sightseeing.

If I had known earlier, I would have clicked my fingers if I had knocked more these days.

The itinerary was disrupted all of a sudden, which made Asana feel bad. He asked in the China Travel group, and most people replied that they would listen to his opinion.

Asama said that he would fly directly to SH after watching the flag-raising ceremony at the Imperial Plaza.

He also explained the weather conditions in the relationship consultation department group so that they wouldn't have to come and see him off at the airport tomorrow morning.

Asana lay down on the bed, wondering whether he should read for two hours or prepare for the next dozen or so business negotiations?
An electronic sound rang out.

The door of my house was opened.

Asana frowned and stood up.

Did Pochi, who rarely replied to messages all day, sneak back? (End of this chapter)