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Chapter 61: Chinese Poetry? You're done.
In the private room of the izakaya, in the dim light.

"Oh - Daiginjo still tastes the best!" Sankami Saburo put down the small glass in his hand, half tilted his head back, and exhaled the smell of alcohol.

The small glass was placed in the bowl.

A masu is a small wooden box that serves as the base for drinking sake from a glass.

When Japanese people pour sake, some of it often overflows and falls into the bowl. Some traditional people will lift the bowl to drink the overflowing sake.

After all, when Japanese people pour sake, they like to pour it full.

"The wine you like, Sanlang, is indeed very tasty."

The two drank "Brahma", a sake brewed at low temperatures in Fukui Prefecture.

It's only 16% alcohol, why does he look like he's drinking Lao Baigan? Oda Shingo also took a sip.

For him, this kind of low-alcohol wine can only be drunk to soothe his mood.

Mikami Saburo spread his hands flat, rubbed them slowly on the table, and demonstrated how to grind rice wine: "Shingo, have you ever seen how rice wine is made?"

"I'd like to hear the details." Oda Nobuo understood that he was feeling something.

Saburo Mikami is now like a talkative old Japanese man, constantly gesticulating and introducing: "The rice produced in Hyogo Prefecture that year was carefully screened and then continuously ground until only 38% of the rice core remains."

"It's like the refinement of life, eliminating the dregs and leaving the best!"

“Then, it is fermented at low temperature for one to two years, just like the hibernation of life.”

"Wait for an opportunity, and then... and then..."

Saburo Mikami couldn't find the right words for a moment.

"One day the great roc soars up with the wind, and can reach the sky high up to 90,000 miles!" Oda Nobuo continued.

He did not want to use Japanese poems or other methods to reflect the scenery, but instead felt that only Chinese poetry could best express such a mood.

Mikami Saburo clapped his hands excitedly: "Oh! Right, right, right, this is the time to use Chinese words! The words used by this ancient civilization can better describe this rise!"

"It's a poem by Li Bai." said Oda Shingo.

"Oh, yes, that's right. I learned that in school. I really like the line 'There will always be a time to ride on the wind and waves, and set sail to cross the vast ocean'!"

After all, there are some differences between Chinese and Japanese languages, but the power of language has never diminished. Anyone with a little culture in Japan has studied and researched Li Bai's poems.

"Shingo, let's recite some poems and drink some wine!" Mikami Saburo suddenly became interested. "Your level of Chinese poetry is definitely not as good as mine! Let me, an alumnus of Tokyo University of the Arts, tell you how hard your seniors who graduated ten years earlier studied!"

“……”You are looking for death yourself, don’t blame me, Sankami Saburo was secretly happy in his heart.

More importantly, I've been with you for so long, but you still won't tell me what's going on. I'll get you drunk to death! Let's see if you'll tell me or not!
San Shang Saburo said: "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City..."

Oda Shingo responded with the following line: "The sound of the midnight bell reaches the passenger ship."

"Hey, Shingo, your pronunciation of Chinese characters seems to be very good. Let me ask you again, the smoke rising straight up in the desert..."

"The sun sets over the long river."

……

Saburo Mikami suffered a tragedy.

One cup after another, even though the sake was not strong, it couldn't handle so much.

He lost completely.

Since the poetry and drinking contest began, Oda Shingo has been eating and hasn't drunk a single glass of wine.

"How should I deal with people who slander me, deceive me, insult me, laugh at me, look down on me, despise me, hate me, and cheat me?"

"Just tolerate him, let him be, let him be, avoid him, endure him, respect him, ignore him, wait a few years and see what happens to him." Oda Shingo smiled, "Sanlang, what you said is just an aphorism, not a poem."

"Ah, hahaha, I just think you're so awesome." Saburo Mikami looked at the Daiginjo sake bottle in front of him and burped.

The huge 1.8-liter bottle had been almost completely drunk, and % of it went into Mikami Saburo's stomach.

Although the alcohol content of the wine was low, Saburo Mikami's tongue had become somewhat enlarged.

Oda Shingo poured him a full glass and also poured himself a full glass.

It is not that people tell the truth when they are drunk, but that they drink when they want to tell the truth. "Sanlang, go ahead."

“……” Saburo Mikami lowered his head and said nothing.

"Qunyingshe, what happened?"

“……” Saburo Mikami lowered his head and remained silent.

Oda Shingo looked at the time and it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

He said calmly: "If you don't tell me, I'll leave."

Look at how much pressure Japan has. They asked someone out to speak their mind, but a minister drank so much and still refused to speak his mind.

This is the habitual self-protection of people in the workplace.

It is known all over the world that Japanese workers like to drink at night.

There are social interactions, exchanges of feelings, and more importantly, complaints.

What's more, unlike the drinking culture in China, the drinking is endless. People often drink here once and then continue drinking in another place, or even sing a song after drinking and then go to the pub to drink again.

By the way, San Shang Saburo, you don't want to take me to a red-light district after drinking, do you? That's hard to refuse, no, I'm sorry!

"You're leaving? Don't you want to know what happened?" Sanlang said in a low voice.

Oda Shingo shook his wine glass, watching the clear wine swaying under the dim light: "No matter what happens, all I can do is to create a good comic and then face all challenges."

"What difference does it make whether I say it or not?"

"Faced with enormous difficulties, some people will retreat, some will seek external help, and some..." Oda Shingo paused, "will become even more excited and use their overwhelming strength to defeat all enemies!"

“……” Minister Mikami narrowed his eyes.

He slowly reached out and brightened the lights in the private room of the izakaya.

"Shingo, I know you are a smart person. I won't hide it from you."

Oda Shingo saw that his hair was oiled and reflected the light, his hair was neatly combed, his forehead was covered with wrinkles, he had white hair at his temples, and his eyes were bloodshot.

This was not caused by drinking. Judging from the dark marks around the corners of his eyes, he was under a lot of mental stress and did not sleep well.

"The share changes of I-Bridge Group have led to personnel changes, and an executive director has been parachuted into the management of Shueisha."

“Although the new executive director tried to reform, he did not trust the younger generation. The web department was criticized for lacking development strategies: there were no representative results after years of operation.”

Saburo Mikami slowed down his voice and said, "So! The new executive director will implement the new development plan! Hayato Hyakki will serve as the web department consultant!"

Oda Shingo looked at Mikami Saburo in shock.

Does this mean that Minister Mikami has been sidelined?

No, it was only a partial seizure of power. At least the minister was not removed from his post and the real power is still in his hands.

But his position is already very dangerous. I am afraid that once there is a pretext, he can be removed and replaced with a direct representative of the new force.

Saburo Mikami did not finish his words. He rubbed his gray hair on his temples and continued talking slowly.

"Hayaki Hayato has arranged for a cartoonist with a low popularity ranking in our magazine "Jump" to start serializing a new comic on the web site!"

“The goal is to make the web site’s performance more clearly compared than ever before, and to show the difference in strength between the operation of this magazine and the operation of the web site!”

Having said this, Saburo Mikami picked up the wine glass and took a big gulp of Daiginjo.

Oda Shingo understood: "If the weakest man in our magazine Jump is transferred to the web department and easily beats the best manga serialized on the web, it means that the web department has failed after years of operation, right?"

"Yes!" Saburo Mikami clenched his glass.

Oda Shingo was afraid that the glass would be broken by his grip.

It can be seen that Director Mikami has been running the web department for many years and will never allow anyone to insult his hard work.

Delegate one person from this magazine to the web department?
Oda Shingo sneered: "The manga artist demoted from our magazine "Jump" is Gouda Takeshi, right?"

(End of this chapter)