Who are you scolding for eating soft rice?

Chapter 119 118. Have you heard my story
At noon the next day, in Urawa District, Saitama Prefecture, in a private room of a store called Shodosai located on the fourth floor of Roppongi Mall, two young men stood beside the desk.

Calligraphy is also a popular skill in Japan.

To put it bluntly, having beautiful calligraphy is something that can be used and praised by both the upper class and the lower classes. After all, the more Chinese it is, the more advanced it will be.

In the tightly closed calligraphy practice box, even the air was filled with the smell of books and ink.

Takitanizawa stood in the center of the long table.

Looking at the rice paper spread out in front of him, he put away his pen with a calm expression. From time to time, he would pick up the pen and smear it with the ink in the inkstone on the side of his right hand, allowing the fine hairs of the brush to absorb the ink and then flow it out elegantly on the snow-white rice paper. Like an antelope hanging its horns.

After a while, the rice paper was no longer clean.

Looking at Takitanizawa's every stroke that vaguely revealed everyone's style, Shirakawa Akiji, who was half leaning on the edge of the long table, couldn't help but stretch his head and take a look.

Then he looked to the left with a surprised look.

Although he didn't speak, you can tell from the expression on his face how you can do this.

"When did you learn this thing? The guys who recommended Dongyi in high school don't seem to be as good-looking as Aze's handwriting. The handwriting is indeed quite good-looking, neither ugly nor ugly."

Shirakawa Akiji whispered beside him.

With his understanding of calligraphy, he could only tell whether it is good-looking or not ugly after racking his brains. After all, it is not his professional field and has never been involved in it. It would be like asking him to become a novelist now and write about light things. Just like the novel, I guess I could only describe the blue sky and white clouds after holding it in for a long time.

Takitanizawa came to write to calm down.

Although Saisonji-ryu was born out of running script, as long as you are not in a state of creative creation, the more you copy the posts, the easier it will be to calm down your mood.

In addition to calming the mood, it also has other effects.

These skills that Takitanizawa acquired based on his own ability but have always been put aside, seem to not only enrich his skill library, but also shine, such as the Shisonji-ryu Shodo he picked from Ishikawa Satomi a while ago. , you can copy a few posts and send them to the competition, and also get a few halos to wear.

If she, the quasi-emperor of tea ceremony, could win a big prize, then Takitanizawa would be a copy-paste or even an enhanced version.

Quietly, Takitanizawa waited until Takitanizawa had filled up the rice paper, and finally took out his family seal and stamped it on the lower left corner. Only then did Shirakawa Akitsugu finally get through the long wait, put his hand on Takitanizawa's shoulder and said: "So you really like that kid?"

"A little bit indeed." Takitanizawa put the brush back on the celadon pen holder, and then looked at his work.

I didn’t feel anything when I wrote it.

Now that he has finished writing it, he is very satisfied.

The lines are smooth and elegant, the density is appropriate, and the style of the master is faintly revealed in the words. It brings one of the round twists of Shizongji style to the extreme. This is the most satisfactory one among the seven or eight posts he made in the past two hours.

"Is it just a little bit?" Shirakawa Akiji asked again, winking and moving closer.

"I quite like it." Takiguze glanced at him.

Last night, Qingyi Xiaoquan was crying and tortured his soul. At this moment, he finally understood that he had no resistance to good girls, and his weakness of tea learning was also replicated.

In fact, this is also impossible.

In this era when others stand up and ride the bike you are reluctant to ride, he is still reluctant to let go of the sheep.

What's more, this sheep is so proactive.

All day long, she used various tricks to peel off the pink skin under her thick wool. It was so tender and smooth that it was mouth-watering. All she had to do was get a pot, sprinkle it with seasonings and jump in. Even a shepherd dog couldn't bear it. Live.

It's really tasteless to be both decent and upright.

Even if there is no intimate physical contact, who said that spiritual possession and intimacy are not contact.

Rather than restraining himself and then letting the other person's fur run away, it would be better to be more thorough and tuck it into his bed. But he didn't know when the sheep would wake up, and even if the sheep ran away, he wouldn't be able to do anything. , need to bear great risks.

And in terms of career, after she had harvested all her eggs, she had to continue to look for those hairy black sheep to continue harvesting them.

Shura Field, Guilt, Big Hatchet.

Takitani Ze feels a bit toothache, and now he has already imagined what he will face in the future, and it is not difficult to solve it.

Again.

Work for a few big bucks and then stop and retire.

"Look, look! I told you not to mess with nice girls, but you refused to listen! Now I'm fine, my conscience has been morally condemned, so I came to me to complain. I told you at the beginning that you must stay away from this. The good boy who bought you a Maybach, the water is too deep to take advantage of others, you can't grasp it at all!"

Shirakawa Akiji slapped the table sadly, as if his heart ached for him, just like a prophet who had not agreed to the marriage before and saw no good results, and slapped it hard twice with his palms.

Secrets are hard to keep inside.

After comforting the emotional Qingyi Koizumi last night, he received a call from Shirakawa Akiji.

The thing I asked you to do before has come to light.

That's why the two of them met today. After the meeting, Shirakawa Akiji found that his mood was not right, so he asked a few questions. Takitanizawa felt that there was no need to hide this kind of thing from his friends. He didn't want to give him a few words of advice, so he just treated it as a mood tree. Don’t talk about it, it doesn’t actually matter.

So now Akiji Shirakawa is feeling refreshed, and he is not as desperate as when he first saw him buying a car.

"So?" Takiguzawa turned his head and smiled.

As if he had seen through his heart, Shirakawa Akiji immediately took away the righteous and awe-inspiring expression he had just shown. He immediately smiled apologetically, rubbed his fingers and asked coquettishly: "Can you lend me your car for two days?"

"Any new goals?"

Takiyazawa looked back at the rice paper.

Shirakawa Akiji quickly shook his head in denial and said, "No, no, I just want to drive a few laps by myself for fun. I just want to go for a walk and be a guest at a friend's house."

"The cooling effect of my car is not very good."

I removed the inkstone holding down the rice paper and used my fingers to check if the paper was dry or wet. It was almost ready.

When Shirakawa Akiji heard this, he immediately returned to his serious tone and said: "What I need is that the cooling is not very good. Why would I need a well-cooled car on such a hot day?"

“The interior is not easy to wash.”

"Don't worry, it's just for heating the body. The main scenes should be placed in a safer place." Shirakawa Akiji chuckled twice, then leaned over and added: "Fill the gas tank, then wash the car. I still understand this rule. .”

"In two days, it will be useful today."

"no problem!"

After receiving the approval, Shirakawa Akiji picked up his key with a smile and looked at it carefully, as if it was his key now: "To be honest, with your current worth, it's not too much to find a driver, right? For a high-end business like this It’s ridiculous to drive a car by yourself.”

The driver is a standard equipment for the rich, and the first attribute is not to support the scene, but can still solve the trouble.

Driving requires long periods of concentration.

When traveling far away, it is more convenient and faster to take the Shinkansen and fly, but when you get to local places, transportation is a bit restricted, and it is more convenient to drive. This reflects the importance of having a driver.Takitani Ze nodded and said directly: "In this case, I will go to the Talents Hall to find someone in a few days."

"No, are you really looking for it!?"

Shirakawa Akitsugu's good mood disappeared again.

I just mentioned it offhand.

Can you please stop hitting me.

Takitani Ze smiled, rolled the rice paper into a scroll and put it away. He didn't dwell on the topic anymore. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Has the person you made an appointment arrived?"

"It should be almost time. I just sent him the box number. We just need to wait and knock on the door."

Shirakawa Akiji raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

Takiya Ze nodded calmly.

The purpose of his appointment today was to ask Shirakawa Akiji to help him find someone who could help him with his soft rice business. He had never found anyone before, so he called last night and agreed to meet today.

Time passed slowly, and the two men naturally talked about bragging and spanking, and Takitani Ze listened to most of it.

Looking at the many scrap manuscripts at his feet, Shirakawa Akiji was a little stunned. He had seen Takitanizawa writing the post since he entered the door, and the handwriting was so beautiful that he couldn't make a sound when he wrote it. Now he remembered it and asked: "This book When did you learn this Tao thing?"

"I have nothing to practice when I'm free."

"I do not believe."

"Cultivate more hobbies when you have time. If one day you go bankrupt and can't afford to eat, you might be able to use your skills to attract a rich woman to make a living. No matter how bad you are, you can still perform on the streets and won't sleep in Internet cafes all the time. ."

When talking about this topic, Shirakawa Akiji suddenly looked serious: "Speaking of eating soft rice, there is something wrong."

"what happened?"

"Hiroji found a job in Kyoto."

Takitani Ze was a little speechless. Can't he just say it all at once? If he doesn't work in Kyoto, why should he go begging? Seeing that he was still showing off, he said angrily: "Then what?"

"He works as a security guard in a high-end garden villa area."

Shirakawa Akiji came over and lowered his voice.

While talking, he also winked.

An unpredictable look.

Takitanizawa frowned, thought about these words for a moment, and then said hesitantly: "Hiroji went to work as a security guard in a place like that, and then found a wife?"

"Yes, this is what Norio told me. You also know that the two of them have a better relationship and have the most contact with each other. The lady that Koji is looking for in Kyoto is not an ordinary person. She seems to be the wife of the deputy governor of Kyoto Prefecture."

Shirakawa Akiji said with a guilty expression.

Takitanizawa's eyes narrowed when he heard this, and he muttered softly: "The wife of the deputy governor of Kyoto Prefecture"

The governor is the top local chief executive.

Just like the governor of Saitama Prefecture, he is the highest official in charge of more than a dozen cities and hundreds of towns and districts in Saitama. Moreover, Kyoto Prefecture is one of the two prefectures in Japan. The energy of a person who can reach that position can be imagined. You know, even if it is a deputy, it will definitely not be accessible to ordinary citizens like them.

Security guards will avoid 40 years of detours at the beginning.

The rich women on the list will lose another 20 years.

Work directly until retirement in just a few months.

Takitani Ze feels that his income is far inferior to others, but the risk is smaller and he will not be drowned. After all, this kind of thing sounds good, but if he is caught, the price is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Japan is a country with a strict hierarchy.

Once a person from the upper class is touched by a person from the lower class regarding things like face, it is an offense that is absolutely impossible to forgive, and they wish to erase all traces of it in the world.

"So Norio is afraid that if something happens to him and he offends a big shot, he might be thrown into the sea, right?"

Takitani Ze's tone also became more solemn.

"That's right." Baichuan Akiji was worried.

Although the relationship between the four of them is divided into small circles, the overall relationship is very good.

After all, we have entered society and are still in contact.

If it is an ordinary friendship, the friendship will gradually fade away after leaving the ivory tower of school. Let alone frequent contact, I am afraid that we will not say hello when we meet.

"We can't do anything about this kind of thing. What he does is his own choice. And you also know Hongsi's family situation. Apart from his parents being alive, he is even more depressed than I have ever been. People like us have no education or any skills. We can't even be a People who work [-] to [-] are not qualified, this path is already low-risk."

Shirakawa Akiji looked strange after hearing this, and couldn't help but ask: "Why do you look like you feel the same way?"

He was stunned for a moment when he said these words, and then he weighed the Maybach key in his hand. He suddenly understood clearly, clapped his hands and suddenly realized:

"I almost forgot that you are also a freeloader!"

"Who are you scolding for eating soft food?" Takiguzawa added speechlessly: "We are relying on our ability to make a living."

This matter-of-fact tone made Shirakawa Akitsugu and Yahanako start to feel pain. He didn't notice it before, but now he found that Takitani Ze was even thicker-skinned than himself. No wonder he was able to eat this bowl of rice, and he was far behind.

dong dong dong-

Just when he wanted to speak, there was a sudden knock on the door of the closed calligraphy practice room.

"Please come in!" Takiguze responded.

The door was pushed open, and a man in tattered clothes who looked like a homeless man in the park walked in. He had long hair, a pair of thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, wearing a sweatshirt and beige overalls, and a white necklace hanging around his waist. SLR, no matter how you look at it, it is ordinary.

But his eyes under the thick lenses are as small as beans. If you look closely, you will find that they are very focused.

If you insist on describing it as an animal, it can only be compared to a creature like a mouse. If you don't observe him carefully, you will feel that his presence is very low, but if you look carefully, you will feel like you are being seen through.

Shirakawa Akiji was overjoyed when he saw the visitor. He went up to hold the other person's arm and turned around with a smile: "Azawa, let me introduce to you. This is my friend Yonezu Tokigo, nicknamed Tokyo Ningyo Scanner."

"The humanoid sweeper is truly worthy of its reputation!"

Takiyazawa strode forward to meet him, took the lead in extending his hand to signal, and looked into the other person's mouse-like eyes.

Seeing his enthusiasm, Yonezu Tokigo's rat eyes showed a look of uncertainty. He stretched out his hand and asked curiously: "Have you heard of my story?"

"No." Takitani Ze patted his shoulder in astonishment: "But your eyes are full of stories."

(End of this chapter)