godfather of tokyo entertainment

"Haha, Mr. Fujiwara will be embarrassed if you keep talking." Yoshida Kashi laughed, and Fujiwara Kei also smiled in cooperation: "That's great, when I find a girlfriend, I will trouble Mrs. Yoshida."

"Easy to say."

Wives of high-level officials like Yoshida Kashi are also not simple. They have to observe what is happening, pass on messages for their husbands, and need to play the role of a good lubricant when they appear on the same occasion. She knows that the young man in front of her is valued by her husband.

people, so they began to express cordiality and try to bring the relationship between the two parties closer.

Soon, the lights in the auditorium dimmed and the performance began.

Konemon Matsumoto put on stage makeup, stepped onto the stage after the curtain opened, and began to perform the first Kabuki classic play "Yoshisune Senbonzakura".

Then there are "Hikaku Yamato" and "Teng Niang".

Kei Fujiwara had never seen a kabuki performance before. The first time he watched it, he thought it was quite novel. Moreover, Konemon Matsumoto is not the kind of staid artist who sticks to ancient accents. He has adapted many of the arias, which sounds very pleasant to the ear.

It even feels like a pop song.

The last play was "The Lion". Matsumoto Konemon and Matsumoto Zaemon, father and son, performed on the same stage. Although Matsumoto Zaemon was not as skilled as his father, he was quite impressive in his movements on the stage.

Two long-haired lion heads, a big one and a small one, kept swinging and rolling on the stage.

The performance lasted for nearly two hours. After the performance, Konoe Matsumoto stepped forward to bow to the audience and thanked the audience, and the theater burst into applause.

Mr. and Mrs. Kashi Yoshida stood up and shook hands with Kei Fujiwara to say goodbye. "Teacher Fujiwara, we are leaving first. If you need anything, just call my office."

"Thank you, Director." After shaking hands with the two, Kei Fujiwara nodded again to the Director and his wife.

At this time, Yoshida Kashi's secretary Sakamoto came forward, with a strange expression on his face, and whispered a few words to Yoshida Kashi.

Yoshida Kashi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It seems that I am too troublesome, Mr. Fujiwara, and it is my fault that I should not have changed your seats with Sakamoto-kun. Miss Arima seems to have something to ask Mr. Fujiwara."

Fujiwara Kei was stunned for a moment.

"That's it." Yoshida Kashi bowed slightly to greet him, took his wife's hand and left.

Fujiwara Kei stood there, walked a short distance along the auditorium, looked up at the seat on his ticket, and Arima Katsura was sitting on the seat next to him, looking at him helplessly.

…

"Ji Xiang, what do you think of Mr. Fujiwara?" Sitting in the car, Yoshida Kashi suddenly asked.

Yoshida Itaka said without hesitation: "A very mature, courageous, and proud person."

"Where do you see his arrogance?"

"It's not arrogance. Arrogance is turning the arrogance in the chest into a sword that hurts others, and sooner or later this sword will hurt oneself and blind one's eyes. But Mr. Fujiwara behaves modestly and cautiously, and the arrogance of such a person will melt."

Use it as a shield to protect yourself. At all times, you will have clear eyes and firm goals, and you will not doubt yourself easily."

Saying that, Yoshida Itoka smiled and glanced at her husband: "Actually, he looks very similar to someone."

"Haha, it can't be me."

"Don't you feel this way?" Yoshida Itaka said with a smile, "It's easy to say that you are neither humble nor arrogant in front of the top leader, but most people have difficulty breathing in the presence of power. And he is sitting here with you.

The two of us were chatting and laughing next to each other, and we didn’t seem to feel any pressure. Is it because newborn calves are not afraid of tigers?”

"Not only because you are young, but also because you have talent." Yoshida Kashi smiled and patted the dust on his knees. "Talent is a rare gift from God. People with talent must live cautiously like ordinary people.

That’s a shame for this rare gift.”

"Will Mr. Fujiwara always work for Fukuyamadai?"

"I don't know. Anyway, the contract salary will definitely increase after two years. However, this person's character does not seem to be the type who is willing to be inferior to others. He probably has greater ambitions..."

…

Kei Fujiwara and Katsura Arima walked out of the theater. Both of them were fully armed, with hats and masks wrapped tightly.

"Oh, I even specially arranged the best seat for you to repay your dinner. I didn't expect you to give it to someone else."

"It's all because of that guy Kashi Yoshida." Kei Fujiwara gritted his teeth.

"I'll cook for you another day!" Arima Keixiang said.

"Oh? Do you know how to cook?"

Arima Keixiang nodded, "Father and mother like my cooking very much, only that guy Arimamasai doesn't know his stuff!"

That's probably not good... Fujiwara Kei felt guilty.

At night, the two of them wandered aimlessly in Shinjuku's theater district, chatting as they walked. They were all about useless topics. They talked about whatever came to mind. It always felt that besides theaters, there were various discount stores and large and small stores on both sides of the street.

Pub. Shinjuku is the third busiest commercial district in Japan, second only to Ginza and Asakusa Ueno.

The two were walking and chatting. Fujiwara Kei subconsciously looked around, looking a little wary. He also stared at a car parked on the roadside not far away for a long time. Arima Keika felt a little strange when she saw his appearance and asked.

: "What's wrong?"

"fine."

In Fujiwara Kei's memories of his previous life, Shinjuku was a prosperous and dangerous place. It was a place where all kinds of religions gathered, there were many pornographic establishments, and it was filled with all kinds of human transactions.

There are also many members of violent gangs and foreigners with complex backgrounds. Just now, Kei Fujiwara saw a group of people walking together on the roadside. He heard them speaking in Hokkien. Kei Fujiwara couldn't quite understand, but he could vaguely hear a few words.

It was a curse word, as if he was scolding the Japanese police. Because when the patrol officer saw them just now, he stopped them and asked them a few more questions.

But these are the hidden sides of Shinjuku that are generally not exposed to ordinary citizens. In the eyes of ordinary people, Shinjuku is just a bustling district with lively Kabukicho and countless skyscrapers.

But in his previous life, Kei Fujiwara knew a man named "Li Xiaomu" and heard him talk a lot about Shinjuku and the darkness and cruelty of Kabukicho, so he subconsciously had some persecution delusions. Plus tonight, I don't know why.

I always feel a little uncomfortable, as if I'm being watched all the time.

At this moment, a figure approached the two of them and put a hand on Arima Keika's shoulder.

When Arima Keika and Fujiwara Kei turned around, they saw a young man wearing sunglasses standing behind them, slightly lifting one of his glasses legs with one finger.

"Sister, are you really hanging out with this writer?" Sai Arimama said heartbrokenly.

Arima Keika was stunned for a moment: "Masai..." and then looked around subconsciously.

"Don't look, my friend and I came out, but my parents didn't come." Said Arimama, then looked at Kei Fujiwara: "So the news about you two is true, the media didn't write it?"

"What's true?" Arima Katsura said quickly, "I just happened to meet Fujiwara and went out for a walk."

"What a coincidence? Why didn't you just happen to meet someone else?" Arimama Sai curled his lips, "Forget it, it's just a coincidence. By the way, Mr. Fujiwara, right? I'm very excited about your latest "Genius Detective Mitarashi Kei"

If you like it, I will vote for you."

"Thank you." Kei Fujiwara replied with a smile.

Arima Sai put on his sunglasses again: "I see that many people say that "Genius Detective Mitaraike" is worse than "Byakuya Walk". I really don't understand what these people think. I think your latest book is worse than "Byakuya Walk"

"It's much better. To be honest, I think Mitarashi Kei is very similar to myself, smart and handsome..."

"You can do it, go and play with your friends." Arima Keixiang felt a little embarrassed for no reason.

"How can you play without money?" Said Arimama said with a playful smile.

It turns out that this kid is here to blackmail... But it is understandable, because his basic skills have not been practiced recently, and Matsumoto Konemon has reduced his pocket money to one-third. Arima Keixiang stroked her forehead,

Then he took out a few 10,000-yuan bills from his wallet and handed them to him: "If you spend all this money, I won't give you any more money this month."

Arimasai's eyes lit up when he saw the money: "My sister is the best." Then he said

I asked a supplementary question: "By the way, are you going home tonight? If you don't come back, do you need me to say anything for you?"

Arima Keixiang's face suddenly turned red: "If you keep talking nonsense, don't even ask me to give you a penny in the future."

Arimasai quickly made a gesture of zipping up his mouth. This is the milk of the God of Wealth, so you cannot offend him.

After Arimasai ran away, he stopped in a jeep on the roadside not far away. He slowly lowered the window and pointed at Arima Katsura and Fujiwara Kei. The shutter sound kept ringing.