Japanese big things

People in the conference room began to leave one after another, and the number of TV station representatives from various places decreased one after another. After a while, they dispersed. The feeling that the conference room was full gradually disappeared, and was replaced by a kind of oiliness.

However, the feeling of emptiness is like being in a movie theater after the show.

"Senior, let's go together."

The voice of Miyagi Genichiro came from beside him. He had already packed up and sent an invitation to Nakamura Tomimasa: "While it's still early, go and sit at a nearby izakaya."

"Next time, I have something else to do."

Nodding to Miyagi Genichiro, Nakamura Tomimasa politely declined the other party's invitation. If there were nothing else, he wouldn't mind going to an izakaya with Miyagi Genichiro, but after all, he had something to deal with, so naturally he couldn't

I promised the other party.

"Okay, senior, see you at the banquet tonight."

Miyagi Genichiro didn't dwell on this matter and nodded readily. Nakamura Tomimasa had to be delayed for something, so he definitely couldn't hinder the other party. It's a traditional habit in Japanese society not to cause trouble to others.

"Well, I'll take the first step."

After saying goodbye, Nakamura Tomimasa went straight out of the conference room. Then, he took the elevator downstairs and went directly to the streets of Akasaka outside the building. He reached out and waved to the roadside, and saw a car with lights on its roof.

The taxi quickly and steadily stopped beside Nakamura Tomimasa.

"Please go to Higashi-Shimbashi 1-chome."

The door opened automatically. Nakamura Tomimasa lowered his head and sat in. Then he looked at the time and told the taxi driver the exact address. He said with a hint of urgency in his tone: "Please take the shortest route. I'm in a hurry."<

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"Okay, we'll leave right away."

The driver of the car was an old man with silver hair. He looked about sixty years old and looked very energetic. Looking through the rearview mirror, he noticed that Nakamura Tomimasa had not fastened his seat belt, so he spoke

Reminder: "Please wear your seat belt."

Obediently fastening his seat belt, Nakamura Tomimasa sat in the back seat, looking at the traffic and the bustling crowd outside the window, with a calm and calm expression on his face. However, his behavior of checking the time from time to time was still exposed.

Nakamura Tomimasa’s unquiet heart.

With the sound of the vehicle's engine, the taxi trembled slightly, and then began to move slowly, and then gradually increased its speed, and quickly merged into the endless flow of traffic on the streets of Akasaka.

The distance from Akasaka to Higashi-Shimbashi is about three kilometers, which is not very far. It can be reached in about ten minutes. However, due to the large number of vehicles on the road, the road is not smooth.

So the speed of taxis never increases.

After walking for a while, you will encounter small traffic jams from time to time. Coupled with the traffic lights at the intersection, it really feels like you are going at a snail's pace. Nakamura Tomashi is calm on the surface, but he is gradually starting to feel a little irritable in his heart.

"Guest, you are not local, are you?"

At another traffic light intersection, while waiting, the driver noticed Nakamura Tomimasa's unusual behavior in the rearview mirror, so he took the initiative to start a conversation with Nakamura Tomimasa and said: "Your accent sounds like the Hokuriku dialect."<

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"Oh, do you know the Hokuriku dialect?"

Generally speaking, the tradition of Japanese society is not to take the initiative to contact and chat with strangers, but most taxi drivers from all over the country are exceptions. Perhaps it is boredom staying in the car for a long time, or it may be the enthusiastic service of the industry. Japanese domestic

Taxi drivers are generally keen to answer all kinds of questions for passengers.

"I've been there before and liked that place very much."

When the green light came on and he held the steering wheel with both hands, the driver drove the car very seriously, not forgetting to chat: "However, the pace of life there is very slow, and most people are relatively content with the status quo and have little fighting spirit."

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Well, this makes sense, and Nakamura Tomimasa couldn't find a reason to argue for a while. Because the land is relatively fertile and the resources are quite abundant, the pace of life in the Hokuriku region is indeed slower, compared with that of Tokyo, which is located in the urban area.

Comparatively, that is simply a contrast between two extremes.

Especially in Ishikawa Prefecture, where Nakamura Tomimasa belongs, most people are content with the status quo, addicted to this kind of comfort, and lack of drive is a more obvious feature. Well, how should I put it, this kind of lifestyle cannot be accused of being wrong, after all, everyone

Everyone has the right to choose their lifestyle.

"By the way, speaking of this...the prices of Chaizhou Xiaochu's products over there have increased again!"

When the topic changed, the driver became a little angry, and his tone was full of complaints: "I don't know which unscrupulous supervisor made Chaizhou Xiaochu's advertisement so high-end, which resulted in a rush to buy. Now the supply exceeds demand.

Even the prices have gone up."

Affected by the driver's complaints, Nakamura Tomimasa's irritable mood was slightly relieved. However, he had no say in Shiba Fune Koide's price increase, so he could only squeeze out a smile to agree with the driver.

Complain.

The scenery outside the window quickly receded, and the car kept going along the road of Sakurazaka. The car then turned left and entered the outer moat street. The hot sunlight was still shining, penetrating through the car window and falling on Nakamura Tomimasa, giving him

It brings a bit of boredom and heat.

After continuing to drive for about one kilometer, the vehicle turned onto the straight Ring Ni-dori, then crossed Tsukiji Toranomon, and then arrived near Higashi-Shinbashi 1-chome. Well, if we walk a few more minutes

, you can see the Dentsu Corporation building not far away.

After paying the money and getting out of the car, Nakamura Tomimasa looked up at the surrounding scene. His searching eyes searched back and forth, but he didn't see the agreed dessert shop, which made him feel a little upset. Originally

The irritability started to show up again.

Closing his eyes and taking a long breath, Nakamura Tomimasa tried his best to suppress the irritability accumulated in his heart. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his cheek vigorously. After his condition improved a little, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

The phone number that made him hesitate.

"I've arrived, but I didn't see the dessert shop you mentioned."

The connection prompt sounded, and Nakamura Tomimasa said in a calm tone: "I don't know, where is the dessert shop you mentioned..."

"It's right at JR Shimbashi Station, near the Yuriguchi..."

A woman's voice came from the phone. Her gentle voice made people feel very comfortable. She said unhurriedly: "I'll come out and wait for you by the roadside."

"Probably, we'll be there in five minutes."

After estimating the time, Nakamura Tomimasa hung up the phone. Then, he took a general glance, followed the vague remaining impression, walked through the bustling crowd, and walked towards the Yori exit of JR Shimbashi Station.

Go.

In about three minutes, Nakamura Tomimasa arrived near Yuruguchi. The first thing he saw was the headquarters building of Dentsu Co., Ltd., which stood very eye-catchingly. Although it is only an advertising agency, it has great influence in the entertainment industry and media.

It has an undoubted supreme status and important influence in the world.

Especially for private broadcasting and traditional newspaper media, a large part of their income comes from Dentsu Co., Ltd.'s advertising agency share, and has even reached the level of dependence. It is no exaggeration to say that Dentsu Co., Ltd. is equivalent to the industry

It is a trivial matter to criticize the prime minister, but it is a big deal to disobey Dentsu Co., Ltd.

"Nakamura-san, this way."

A gentle voice came from one side. Nakamura Tomimasa subconsciously turned his head and looked over. He saw a graceful woman standing on the roadside not far away. She was waving her hand.

"Long time no see."

Quickly walking up to the woman, Nakamura Tomimasa nodded slightly and responded with a normal expression. Facing this pillow person he had been with day and night, he didn't know how to speak. He was originally suppressing the irritable moments in his heart.

There was no trace, and the hesitation that arose spontaneously began to fill my heart.

"Long time no see, let's go up."

There is a delicate smile on the woman's face, and her long hair draped over her shoulders exudes a hint of laziness. Paired with the neutral-style jacket and windbreaker, it has a rather capable flavor, giving people a sense of elegance like chrysanthemums.

The feeling. Even if there is a trace of wrinkles between her eyebrows, it does not affect her charm at all, but adds a charm unique to time.

The eternal beauty is probably used to describe the person in front of me. That charming face full of smiles, and the familiar smile, as if engraved in the memory, appeared again in Nakamura alive.

In front of Fuchang.

Following the woman, Tomimasa Nakamura walked into the dessert shop nearby. The shop is not large, but the simple decoration style makes people feel very comfortable. Some carefully matched decorations add some warmth.

Atmosphere.

There was little business in the store at this time. There were only a few customers sitting by the window. They were chatting quietly while tasting desserts and delicacies, just like the comfortable life of the petty bourgeoisie. Two or three clerks were huddled in the corner, seemingly whispering.

As he said something, a smile appeared on his face from time to time.

They went up to the second floor of the dessert shop one after another. The woman and Nakamura Tomimasa sat opposite each other. The crowds outside the window were bustling, the passing vehicles flashed by, and the noisy noises came and went, all of which were isolated from the outside. Inside the window

and outside the window, as if they were two different worlds.

"Why did you invite me here?"

Looking at the woman in front of him, Nakamura Tomimasa's inner emotions were inexplicably complicated. After a long silence, he chose to take the initiative and said: "According to our agreement, we should never meet again."

"Indeed, we shouldn't have met."

The smile on her face gradually faded, and the woman's expression became serious. She said, "But Yahong's matter makes me very worried. He has not been admitted to college, and he does not plan to continue studying."

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After a pause of two seconds, the woman's eyes turned to a scrutinizing gaze, and her tone of voice also took on an accusatory tone: "And you are actually indifferent. As a father, you are very incompetent."

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"This is Yahong's own decision. I have already communicated with him. He has the right to make his own decision. This is the life he chooses."

Nakamura Tomimasa was obviously unwilling to accept the woman's accusation. However, he was not too excited. He still said his rebuttal with a calm face, but his tone still contained some resentment.

"You probably don't know yet, but it's not that he didn't plan to take the exam at all, it's not that he failed. I contacted his teacher..."

She sneered, looking at the shocked expression on Nakamura Tomimasa's face, the woman's scrutinizing eyes couldn't help but have a hint of ridicule. She said in a slightly stern tone: "You still haven't changed at all, you are just busy with your work

....I can’t control Yahong, but Meihui can’t. I want to take Meihui away, and I can’t let her make the same mistake again.”