I teach kendo in Tokyo

Mrs. Qianjiang spent the whole day like an ant on a hot pot.

As she allowed herself to be troubled and displeased with everything she looked at, she had already dropped four teacups today, all of which were "famous products" that old man Qianjiang bought at a huge price during his lifetime.

When the fifth one was thrown, the youngest son Qian Jiangzhuo wanted to stop him, but the old woman cursed angrily: "Don't stop me! Your dad spent so much money on these junk things, they are useless! He just bought them At that time, I asked an appraisal expert to appraise this thing. Unless it is an antique, works by celebrities are very expensive nowadays, but it is difficult to sell them if you don’t meet someone who likes them!”

"Then you can sell it and see!" Qian Jiangzhuo grabbed the old woman tightly, "Don't throw it, Mom! There are reporters outside the house, and they can hear the sound of throwing things! The results of the professor meeting will be announced in a while , that Fujii is finished!”

The old woman took several deep breaths and finally put down the tea set.

Just then the phone rang.

The old woman stretched out her hand: "Quick, give me the phone!"

The younger daughter-in-law quickly picked up the extension phone and ran over.

The old lady Qianjiang answered the extension and pressed the call button: "Moses Moses?"

The voice of the national professor came over the phone. It seemed that in the end the professors decided that the chairman of the professor association, professor national, would tell the old lady Qianjiang the decision of the professor association.

"Mrs. Qianjiang, are you okay? Are you okay?"

"Don't give me any courtesy! Have you fired that prostitute?"

"About this matter... the professor will vote and decide to revoke her suspension and reinstate her student status..."

The old lady Qianjiang roared and interrupted the national professor: "How could you do this! That prostitute made my husband angry to death and the leading figure in international relations, and even scolded me for selling my body for chocolate!"

"Mrs. Qianjiang, listen to me, first of all, stating facts does not count as swearing..."

"you!"

"Secondly!" The national professor raised his voice and forcibly continued what he had interrupted, "Mikako Fujii's predictions about the international situation have basically come true. Professor Chie's previous scoldings and admonitions to her have been proven wrong. Yu Logically speaking, we should not maintain Fujii-san’s suspension.”

"What did you say? What about the death of my husband...my husband? My husband was so angry that he died!"

"I am also very sorry for the death of Professor Qianjiang. Our school has lost a leader in the field of international relations, which is a huge loss for us..."

"Don't sound official to me!" Old Mrs. Qianjiang interrupted the national professor again. She no longer cared about politeness and dignity. "My husband died on the podium of Sophia University. There must be an explanation for this!"

Although the national professor was interrupted several times and yelled at, he was not angry at all and kept his calm tone: "Indeed, Professor Qianjiang died on the podium, and he was still cultivating and discovering talents for our school until the last moment of his life. We are very I am so moved that I will propose to erect a bronze statue of Professor Qianjiang on campus at the regular professor meeting on Monday, a full-length bronze statue."

Mrs. Qianjiang almost couldn't breathe. Seeing this, her youngest son hurriedly came up and patted her back to calm her down.

"You can give your opinion as much as you want on the location of the bronze statue. The shape will be decided based on the photos of Professor Qianjiang stored in our school archives. What do you think?"

If Mrs. Qianjiang were from Cantonese, she would definitely yell at this time, "I'm going to beat your lungs out," or "Xian's shovel."

But what they said was good. After all, it was a bronze statue, a full-body bronze statue!

whole body!

So Mrs. Qianjiang could only suppress the urge to curse in her heart, and said with a smile: "That's really great. But what should Mikako Fujii do? She is so angry with my husband!"

"Oh, regarding this, Professor Kuboli from the School of Foreign Languages ​​was at the scene. According to his testimony, it was just a normal academic dispute. Both parties were very emotional. Moreover, it was Professor Qianjie who first called Fujii-san like a prostitute.

"Professors at the meeting agreed that it is normal for him to speak unscrupulously when he is emotional. If necessary, we will hold a press conference to ask Fujii to apologize for his unscrupulous remarks."

Old Mrs. Qianjiang couldn't breathe again.

Her youngest son slapped her on the back as hard as he could to comfort her.

In Japan, "apologizing" basically means not pursuing follow-up actions.

Sometimes apologizing and resigning go together, but that's a very serious mistake, and the person who quits to apologize was originally chosen as the scapegoat.

Fujii Mikako has no job to resign, which basically means that the school's punishment for this matter ends here.

After Mrs. Qianjiang finally caught her breath, she asked, "That's it? Didn't my husband's death die in vain?"

"How can you say that? Didn't he discover an outstanding talent like Fujii-san? The professors are very much looking forward to what Fujii-san can achieve in the future. We all believe in Professor Qianjie's vision."

Old Mrs. Chie almost lost her mind. She finally figured out the logic of the national professor: Professor Chie was Fujii Mikako’s first international relations tutor, so it can naturally be considered that Professor Chie discovered Fujii Mikako’s interest in international relations. talents.

Although Professor Qian Jiang made a wrong judgment on the international situation, the students he taught made a correct judgment!

Although Professor Qianjiang taught Mikako Fujii for half a month.

Although Professor Qianjiang had banned Mikako from entering his classroom during his lifetime.

But so far, it is true that only Professor Chie has taught Mikako Fujii international relations.

"You!" Old Mrs. Qianjiang asked through gritted teeth, "You have already decided to give up on your husband, right? It turns out it's true that he's gone and the tea is cold!"

"We don't have that intention, otherwise we wouldn't have erected a bronze statue for the professor." The national professor was still pleasant, "I understand your feelings and your wish that the school expel Fujii, but it is impossible for the school to do that now. Make that decision. If you still believe that Fujii-san bears unshirkable responsibility for Professor Qianjie’s death, you can sue her.”

Old lady Qianjiang was very angry because the Tokyo police had already concluded that death was caused by cardiovascular disease and had nothing to do with Mikako Fujii.

In this case, suing Mikako Fujii would be impossible unless the lawyer had the magical power to turn corruption into magic.

She calmed down for a moment and then said, "National Professor, my husband worked hard for Sophia University, but now he is dead and has a bad reputation. Have you read the reports on Fang Chun and Maimai News in the weekly magazine?" This is too much! Just..."

"So we are going to erect a bronze statue for him to show the school's attitude." This time it was the national professor's turn to interrupt the old lady Qianjiang with a smile.

The old lady Qianjiang was choked to the point of being speechless.

The national professor over there obviously no longer intends to waste time: "Well, I have other important matters, so I'll hang up first. Please take care of yourself and don't always be angry. Goodbye."

Mrs. Qianjiang had no choice but to respond: "Goodbye."

As soon as she finished speaking, a beeping busy tone sounded over there. She might have put down the receiver when she heard the first tone of "goodbye".

Old Mrs. Qianjiang listened to the busy signal for a few seconds and stood there holding the extension phone as if her computer was down.

Suddenly she raised the extension phone high and was about to throw it to the ground.

Her younger son was startled and was about to stop him, but the old lady stopped herself.

"Where's my phone book! Bring it here! I want to call the Minister of Foreign Affairs!"

Upon hearing the words "Minister of Foreign Affairs", everyone in the room who was about to come to comfort the old lady stopped motionless. The younger daughter-in-law came over with a phone book and handed it to the old lady.

The old woman rummaged through it and found the phone number of the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Behind her, the youngest daughter-in-law chatted with her youngest son Qian Jiangzhuo: "Then how do you find someone in the phone book? There is no mark at all. I flipped through it and I don't know which number is for what."

"I don't know either, but my mother has been using that phone book since I was a child. All the numbers she collects are written on it. She can always find the number from it when she needs it. It's so magical. "

"Then if the old lady dies, won't this phone book be useless?" The young daughter-in-law was shocked.

"Stop saying a few words!"

While the young couple was talking, the old lady's phone got through: "Hi, hello, is this Minister Sawano?"

"I am, are you... Mrs. Qianjiang?"

"Yes, yes, during the New Year, my husband and I were sitting in the box next to yours during the concert. Have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten that I had a heart-to-heart talk with Teacher Qianjiang about the situation of the Iran-Iraq war. I'm very sorry about Teacher Qianjiang. Please forgive me and accept the change."

"Well, everyone is dead, what else can we do? No matter what I do, my husband will never come back. But today's news about Maimai..."

"I read today's Maimai news. Alas, it's a pity. If Teacher Qianjiang had adopted this student's opinion, things wouldn't have developed like this."

"Eh? Well, Mr. Sawano, what do you mean..."

"The day before the war between Britain and Argentina started, the Prime Minister asked me what I thought of the situation. I followed the reports of my staff and said that it was impossible to start a war.

"The main author of that report is Teacher Qianjie's disciple. If Teacher Qianjiang can accept the opinions of Fujii-san and don't treat her differently just because she is a woman, I will not be embarrassed in front of the Prime Minister."

Old Mrs. Qianjiang didn't know what to say at all.

After waiting for a few seconds, Mrs. Qianjiang said, "I still have a meeting, so we can't continue chatting. And please don't make this call in the future. No one usually answers this call. I have something to do." Please call my office phone number. The secretary will answer the office phone 24 hours a day, so there will be no mistakes."

It is said that it is less likely to cause trouble, but in fact, what it really means is "You are no longer qualified to call me directly, just go to the secretary."

Many of these big shots' phones use the latest technology, with caller ID. When you see a call you don't want to answer, you can press a button to switch to an unanswered line. This will not prevent other people from calling in, but The caller will not find out that the call has been rejected, because the caller can still hear the ringing tone and thinks it is ringing.

Old Mrs. Qianjiang held the extension phone and listened to the busy tone on the phone. She was stunned and stood there in a daze.

Then her hand suddenly let go of the extension phone, letting "Big Brother" slide off naturally...

Qian Jiangzhuo caught the slipped microphone and held it in his hand.

He didn't dare ask the foreign minister what he said.

Suddenly, Mrs. Qianjiang grabbed the chair next to her and threw it towards the window.

The movement was so fast that no one could stop him. The chair smashed the window glass and flew out of the villa.

Immediately, you could hear the exclamations of reporters outside the yard, and then flash lights flashed one after another outside the house.

Old lady Qianjiang roared: "Call a lawyer! I want to sue Mikako Fujii!"

"Eh? But the police's conclusion..."

"You're stupid. You can't sue her for murder, but you can sue her for defamation! I didn't get the chocolate that supported your eldest brother by selling myself! I became the mistress of an American military officer! I'm not a prostitute!"

The younger daughter-in-law was stunned, turned around, tugged on her husband's clothes and whispered, "No wonder I always feel that my eldest brother has some American ancestry..."

"You're stupid. The eldest brother was born at that time, so it was the second brother who had it."

"Yes, no wonder your second brother is so dark..."

"Idiot, black people couldn't be officers in those days. Blackness should be just a natural mutation."

"I see...wait a minute, should we stop the old lady? If this continues, she will continue to be embarrassed."

"Then we can only wait until eldest brother comes back." Qian Jiangzhuo shook his head, "I don't have the ability to hold back the old lady now."

The old woman Qianjiang was still yelling: "I want to sue her! I want her to pay for it, pay it hard! Compensate for my mental damages! By the way, there is also the weekly Fangchun and the Maimai News. They are all slander! I want to Sue them together! Get the best lawyers to sue them!”

Qianjiangzhuo and his wife looked at each other and recognized the "This is bad" expressions on each other's faces.

**

On Kazuma's side, Mikako had just finished a round of interviews. As soon as the reporter left, he placed a large letter on the floor of the dojo: "This is more tiring than practicing swordsmanship!"

"I think I should call the reporters back and let them take a picture of you lying on the ground like a mud monster."

Mikako waved her hand: "You can shout. It doesn't matter to me anyway. Now this matter is completely beyond my imagination. No matter how weird it becomes, I'm not surprised anymore... Um, it seems I said something wrong?"

"No, it's just a bit convoluted." Kazuma glanced at Mikako who was lying on the ground and decided to go to the living room to watch TV.

There should be updates on the incident on TV.

When Mikako saw Kazuma leaving the dojo, he got up and followed him out.

He Ma was in the living room, turned on the TV, and Kaka turned the knob to change the channel.

Mikako burst into laughter: "Kazuma, the way you turn on the TV looks like what my dad does when he comes home from work. Ah, no, Kazuma, you don't have stinky socks. As soon as my dad takes off his shoes, his socks will It exerts the power of biological weapons.

"So every time dad comes home, I stay far away from the living room."

Kazuma shrugged: "I've been wondering if foot odor is related to age."

"It's possible. So Kazuma, will your feet smell bad when you get older? Then shouldn't I cherish you who don't have smelly feet now?"

Who am I to cherish my feet and not have smelly feet?

Talking about cherishing you who are in your cardamom years is a youth romance novel, but "cherishing you who doesn't have stinky feet" is...

While joking, Kazuma switched to NHK.

It just so happened that the afternoon news program was being broadcast right now, and the subtitles were talking about Mikako.

The host has finished his opening speech and introduces the guests: "Regarding this incident, we invited Professor Mita, a sociology expert from the University of Tokyo. Professor Mita specializes in female sexual intercourse..."

Kazuma perked up as soon as he heard about Professor Mita. Wasn't this one of the professors who celebrated "Qianjie said we are the nest of the left" with a group of old leftists in the lounge on the first floor of Tokyo University that day?

Then the camera cut to Professor Mita.

Kazuma knew it at a glance, and Professor Mita was so happy.

But being on TV has to be serious and not joking, so he is obviously suppressing a smile.

A professor in his 50s, like a child, was trying hard not to laugh, trying hard to maintain a straight face and maintain the dignity of a professor...

Kazuma couldn't help but said: "Professor Mita, please be more reserved!"

Mikako asked doubtfully: "Do you know this professor?"

"Yes, as soon as I arrived at school that morning, they pulled me over to ask about the specific circumstances of Professor Qianjiang's death."

To be precise, this group of people came to Chagua happily after their enemies came to an end.

Mikako raised her eyebrows and suddenly asked: "Professor Qianjiang seems to say that your Tokyo University is a left-wing nest. Is that true?"

"Well...according to my observation, it seems to be true." Kazuma recalled the scene that morning when a group of professors happily told each other, "Qianjiang said that we are a left-wing nest."

Mikako: "Then Kazuma, aren't you super happy at Tokyo University?"

Kazuma: "That seems to be the case in theory, but the problem is..."

"The issue is?"

"I haven't had a good class since school started in April. Less than a month after school started in April, I was sent to the hospital by Qing Liu..."

"Yeah, I just remembered it. Qingliu is bad!"

"No, no, I also chopped her up and sent her to the hospital. We are even."

"Then Kazuma, you are also bad." Mikako said.

Kazuma was too lazy to complain about her speaking style. Just at this time, the polite words on the TV were finished. The host asked Professor Mita: "So, Professor Mita, as a sociology expert and an advocate of the women's equal rights movement, how do you evaluate this What about the incident?"

Professor Mita opened his mouth, and Kazuma thought he wanted to laugh three times first. After all, grinning his mouth so wide was either to laugh or to bite. However, Professor Mita held it back and began to comment seriously: "Equality for women, in fact, It is inevitable for the development and progress of productivity. The development of productivity has greatly weakened men's advantage in production capacity.

“In the past, in factories, manual labor was everywhere, and it would be impossible without male workers. But now the production lines are highly automated, and women can also work as industrial workers.

"There is also the agricultural field. In the past, farming was a manual labor. The number of men in each farmer's household directly determined the amount of farmland it could manage. But now, in the United States and in large farms in the Soviet Union, agriculture has been mechanized.

"In China, female tractor drivers even have RMB. Of course, in many industries now, men still have physical advantages, such as cleaning windows at high altitudes. Even in the Soviet Union and China, there are basically no women in this industry...

“But we can foresee that with the advancement of technology in the future and the continued development of productivity, the productivity that women and men can exert will basically converge. This is the material basis for equal rights and the objective guarantee that equal rights will inevitably come.

"I must point out that we in Japan are still very backward in this regard. Our women are still bound to the family by traditional concepts. After getting married, they focus on housework. They even think that married women will lose face to their husbands if they go to work.

“Looking down on women and not recognizing that women can play the same value as men in social production is a deep-rooted concept in Japan.

"Professor Qianjiang, as a right-wing scholar, refused to admit that women can get along with men equally, refused to accept the fact that a female student could judge the international situation more accurately than him, and made himself angry to death. I think he brought it upon himself. !”

After Professor Mita finished speaking, he grinned directly. Then he remembered that he couldn't be so explicit, and quickly raised his face to look serious again.

While Professor Mita was speaking, the female host kept nodding.

As soon as the professor finished speaking, she immediately added: "As a woman, I feel deeply about what Professor Mita said. When I wanted to compete for the host position of this current commentary program, my colleagues did not understand. They all felt that female anchors It’s okay to read press releases on the news, or go to weather forecast programs to report the weather, but current commentary and talk programs will definitely not be able to handle it.”

"Really? This is the general view in Japanese society. Just be content. You didn't even have the chance to work in a TV station before."

The female host nodded: "Yes. Now there is a voice in my house and on the TV station, asking me to get married as soon as possible and go home. It seems that I must resign after getting married."

"This is the current situation in Japan. But don't worry," Professor Mita said, "the situation is already improving. I believe that in ten or twenty years, girls will not only be female anchors, but also female producers. , female congressman, female minister. I heard that Miss Fujii Mikako’s ambition is to become the first female foreign minister in Japanese history!”

As soon as Professor Mita finished speaking, Mikako in front of the TV looked confused: "Eh?"

Kazuma patted her shoulder: "Not bad, you've been promoted. Congratulations."

Chiyoko also happened to come in at this time, and she clapped her hands together without knowing what was going on: "Congratulations!"

Amao and Senior Gao Jize who came in behind looked confused, but they clapped their hands first: "Congratulations!"

Mikako put her head in her hands: "What the hell are you! What's the point of congratulations! I don't want to be the Minister of Foreign Affairs at all!"

Kazuma continued to pat her on the shoulder: "Things are already like this. Now we can't say, 'That's all false.' Let's just leave it like that. Anyway, the public's memory is only seven days, and it will pass after seven days."

Mikako sighed: "Okay, I believe you."