Guandong Yunmengtan
Chapter 11 Interview
Meng wanted to solve the tuition problem, as if he had a tooth decay that had tortured him for many years pulled out, and he felt refreshed.After a few days of thinking, he may have gotten the hang of it, or he may not have figured it out for a while. On Saturday, he took the letter of introduction from Mr. Kawano to find the headquarters of "Rose Star" in Roppongi.This well-known Aiwei Studio is actually an unremarkable three-story gray building. It looks like a warehouse, and there is no obvious sign on the outside. There is only a computer keyboard at the entrance engraved with "バラの星电影股份有限公司" " brass nameplate.
When he first arrived, Meng Xiang couldn't believe that such a seemingly deep, low-key and even slightly desolate and ascetic building would be the dream kingdom of many homeboys.The production department is on the third floor, and the office area is an open structure. The minister's office is at the innermost side, separated by a wall inlaid with coated glass windows. Yin responded from inside the door: "Please come in."
The uncle was in his fifties, with a rugged appearance, a stiff cut head, and short straight hair like plum blossom piles, with a brave spirit.
This should be the client Mr. Kawano mentioned.
Meng Xiang went up to the front and bowed upright, and said hello neither humble nor overbearing: "Hello, is this Minister Shiqiao Gangshi? I'm Meng Xiang, please take care of me when we meet for the first time."
The creases on Minister Shiqiao's face rippled, forming a kind smile, and he said boldly: "You are the young man Mr. Kawano said, I have been waiting for you for a long time, please sit down."
Meng wanted to hand over the letter of introduction first, and when he was seated, the female staff had already brought coffee. Minister Shiqiao made a strong gesture of invitation. Meng wanted to know that he wanted to read the letter first, so he picked up the cup and pretended to be.Minister Shiqiao finished reading the letter quickly, smiling like the East African prairie in the rainy season, and he couldn't see the end at a glance.
"Mr. Kawano was able to introduce such an excellent young director like you to us. It really helped us a lot. I don't have to worry about this project anymore."
The polite words of the Japanese are water-injected pork, and you have to discount it in half. Meng Xiang said humbly: "You are laughing, I am still a student at school, and I have no relevant experience. Please forgive me if I don't do well."
"Meng Sang is too modest. Teacher Kawano showed me your practical works. You are very thoughtful and imaginative. Our company needs a talented freshman like you. As for the work, don't worry too much. The company will send a special producer to assist If you have any questions, you can ask him."
"Okay, so can I meet Mr. Producer today?"
"Of course, I'll call him here."
Minister Shiqiao pressed the landline at hand and ordered: "I am Shiqiao, contact Maeda immediately, and tell him that the director of "The Chrysanthemum Rebellion" is here, and tell him to come quickly."
As soon as there was a response, there was a knock on the door, and a shrill voice shouted outside the door: "Minister Shiqiao, I'm Oscar, can I come in?"
Minister Shiqiao grinned at Meng Xiang: "Oh, does this person know how to divide and move? Why did he come so soon?"
Meng Xiang immediately knew that the person coming was the producer surnamed Maeda, so he hurriedly made preparations to welcome him, but when the door opened, his eyes were sprinkled with a ton of chili powder, and all his hairs fell out. It was nothing but because of that Producer Maeda's dress is too shocking.
He is at most 165, with a puffy body and short proportions. He has a charter woman hairstyle, a fairy-like pink long-sleeved silk gown on his upper body, black tight cropped pants on his lower body, and silver sequined sandals on his feet. , the heel is at least 10 cm, and the nails of the hands and feet are painted black, as if stuck to twenty shiny cockroaches. A string of red coral anklets is wrapped around the thick right ankle, which competes with the gold bracelets on both wrists.There are also two or three colorful necklaces hanging on the short and thick neck of a pig, which looks like a bloated Christmas tree as a whole.The limbs are dark, but the face is painted pure white, thus highlighting various colors that are hotter than the color of the clothes, brown false eyelashes, blue and purple magic eye shadow, rust-colored lip gloss, apricot-colored blush... probably chasing a dream Dew-style retro makeup, but unfortunately the colorful face shell can't hide the real face, Meng Xiang can see at a glance that his body is a fat uncle in his 40s, and instinctively sighs: "Ugly people make trouble!"
Maeda rushed into the office with squatting steps, and when he saw him, he immediately covered his mouth and acted like a girl: "There is a guest, sorry to bother you."
His voice was really ugly, like a crow trying to imitate a nightingale by squeezing its throat, and like a sharp claw scratching a person's scalp, it was a huge test of endurance.
Minister Shiqiao thought that he had already passed the test, and with all his patience, he introduced it to the demon man calmly: "Maeda-kun, this is Meng Sang, the director who is going to cooperate with you in the filming of "The Chrysanthemum Rebellion", please say hello." Bar."
"Oh, it's Meng Sang, it's time to come."
Maeda's face suddenly smiled into a blooming chrysanthemum, swinging towards Meng Xiang, folded his hands between his legs, and saluted like a girl.
"It's the first time we met, I'm Maeda Taihe, you can also call me Oscar, anyway, that's what everyone here calls me."
Meng Xiang hastily got up to return the salute, thinking of working with such an old monster in the future, he backed down violently in his heart, feeling very depressed that he had strayed into a thief's boat.
After they finished introducing each other, Director Shiqiao asked Maeda: "Do you need me?"
Maeda raised his head and gave an exaggerated "oh", covered his heart with his hands and walked to the desk, complaining in a drawn out voice: "Minister Shiqiao, how did the personnel department arrange it? , do you want to know how I feel now?"
Minister Shiqiao's smiling face remained unchanged: "I heard that the quality of the actor is very good, are you satisfied?"
"Satisfied?" Maeda raised his orchid fingers to support his forehead, and supported the edge of the table with his other hand, making a timid gesture.
"Minister, you really haven't personally interviewed the actors. I'm going to the hospital to see the cardiology department. This heart is deeply hurt and it's trembling and bleeding. Oh, howdreadful. Iameversosorry."
The Japanese phonetic system is simple. There are only five vowels and a dozen consonants in "Auntie, filthy oh". The Japanese tongue cannot cope with the complicated English pronunciation. Every mouth is out of tune in Martian language. This Oscar's English It was very standard, with a round American accent.
He tried his best to do things, but he was always in the mood of a witch. Meng Xiang endured the "squeaky voice" of howling ghosts and wolves, and extracted the main points from his words in a simplified way——the producer suspected that the main character of "The Chrysanthemum" Shou is too ugly and asks the company to find another candidate.
"The theme of this story is Supreme beauty. The main character, Shou Lankong, is the soul of the whole play. Even if it can't achieve the beauty described in the script, it must at least have seven or eight points of beauty. And the kid sitting in my office now , Ha ha, you know I am a gentleman, I will not judge others casually, butholy, his appearance is irrelevant to the character, if he plays the role, the audience will turn off the TV if they insist on it for at most 1 minute."
Minister Shiqiao expressed doubts: "Is it that bad? I heard they said it's okay, is it because you are too demanding? As long as you look a little better than ordinary people, can't you make up for it with makeup and camera lighting. "
"God! What kind of make-up artist can turn decay into magic? You can't do it unless you invite the chief surgeon of Takasu Plastic Surgery. I don't say this because I am picky. The personnel department is really too much this time. Because we have a small budget, we just make ugly monsters to cover it. It was a unanimous decision of the president and shareholders to develop the GayVideo market. How can we compete with other companies if the initial production is so sloppy?"
"Well, you also know that the initial investment of these projects is concentrated on several other dramas. This one was not very promising at the beginning. Our department worked hard to get the start-up funds. It was hard to find actors within the budget. You mention another person..."
"You mean you can do whatever you want if you don't have a budget? My professional ethics don't allow me to do this kind of stuff, Doitwell, orleaveitalone. Please tell the board of directors to cancel this show, I don't want it to become my career Disgrace in my career!"
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Through their conversation, Meng Xiang could be considered to understand the inside story. Dare to feel that this is a cannon fodder drama with little money. The cost is small and the cast is thin.
Oscar is probably the No. [-] mixed person in the company, and the protests cannot be resolved, and his attitude gradually becomes tougher. Soon he exposed his rough Chinese voice, and had a tit-for-tat dispute with Minister Shiqiao.Minister Shiqiao didn't want to lose his composure in front of outsiders, so he forced a smile and said to Meng Xiang, "Meng Sang, can I ask you to sit outside for a while? I need to deal with some work matters with the producer first."
Meng Xiang was feeling restless, so he immediately avoided the sound. When he came to the corridor, he couldn't help but think: there was internal strife at the beginning of the crew's establishment, and there were still doubts about whether the filming would be able to start smoothly.
This situation made him contradictory. Looking at the shattered clouds outside the window, he felt a little lost. In any case, it was a pity to lose an opportunity to earn money from an internship.
After An Jing finished his daze, he turned around resentfully, and a familiar image jumped into his eyes.
"Meng Sang, hello."
Tsubasa! ?
Meng Xiang seemed to have bumped into the ghost behind him, and jumped back in shock, causing the glass curtain wall to bounce back. Taking a closer look, Tsubasa gave off a new look today. Usually, he was dressed as a slutty Daikanyama trendy man, with his eyebrows and eyes in a self-contained style. Wearing plain jeans and a hooded sweater today, with a plain face facing the sky and spotless, it is as fresh as a mountain spring that just gushed out of a spring, and the sense of age has dropped by at least four or five years, with the innocence and naturalness of a high school student.
If the two met for the first time, Meng Xiang might be deceived by his innocent and innocent appearance. At this moment, he would only think that this person has changed a disguise, and he would never dare to take it lightly, and said angrily: "You The guy still dares to show his face, I am trying to settle accounts with you!"
He rolled up his sleeves ferociously, trying to get ahead of others, Tsubasa smiled and pointed to the ceiling: "You want to beat me? There is surveillance here."
Meng Xiang seemed to be unable to light a damp stove, and he didn't want to be treated as a comedian, so he straightened his back and scolded: "It's not that I dare not beat you, it's because I'm afraid my hands will be dirty!"
"It's okay, there is a bathroom next to it, you can go in and wash it after beating and it will be clean."
"Stinky boy, you deliberately provoke trouble!"
Meng Xiang took two quick steps and grabbed Tsubasa's skirt, raised his eyebrows to make a face, but it didn't have any deterrent effect, and he got evaluations that were completely opposite to the expected effect.
"Meng Sang, you look so good-looking, you are the most handsome man I have ever seen."
People love to chew good meat, and people love to listen to good words. A beautiful woman with outstanding appearance laughs and praises the beauty of the other party. It is not only a comfortable compliment, but also an authoritative quality certification. ?After receiving this sweet word, it is like a martial arts master encountering Beiming's magical power. The strength of his fists immediately weakens, and the heat is like wheat waves rolling over his face. He pretends to push him away, and mutters angrily: "I am too lazy to talk to you."
Tsubasa's peachy eyes turned into a crescent with a smile: "Don't ignore me, or I'll be like a dog ignoring Baozi."
Meng Xiang got angry at this joke that was both coquettish and teasing, and then laughed out loud, cursing to himself in Chengdu dialect: "This little devil can take the international route, but he knows how to use Goubuli steamed stuffed buns to wash my head. It's really interesting..."
Since ancient times, Chengdu has been full of yin and yang, and there is no hotbed of male chauvinism. Most of the women are in power in the family. Under the influence of their sex, men generally have a tendency to chatter, and even the honest ones will talk about it.Meng Xiang scolded for a long time, Tsubasa asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"
Meng wanted to know that the Japanese were suspicious. Seeing the Chinese speaking Mandarin in front of them, he suspected that they were criticizing them. He sneered and said, "I'm praising you for being sweet and talkative."
Tsubasa denied on the spot: "No, although I don't understand the Sichuan dialect, that's definitely not what you meant."
"Ha, you can even tell I'm speaking Sichuan dialect, don't tell me you can speak Chinese."
"Of course I can speak it, it's my mother tongue."
He suddenly switched the audio, and almost scared Meng Xiang off when he opened his mouth. His pupils shot at him more than a dozen times, and he struggled to squeeze out an interrogative sentence: "You, you are Chinese, Chinese." ?”
Tsubasa smiled: "In terms of blood, yes."
This is a common answer used by Japanese Chinese when answering questions about their nationality. Meng wanted to understand: "You are already naturalized. Were you born here, or did you come here with your parents when you were young?"
He came to this inference because he lived in Japan for 5 consecutive years and worked for 3 years (except during the period of studying abroad) before he could apply for Japanese nationality, which is called naturalization. Tsubasa seems to be only in his early 20s, and there is only one possibility to obtain Japanese citizenship—naturalization with his parents.
This is indeed the case.
"I came to Japan with my parents when I was eight years old and lived here for 14 years. I got naturalization in high school."
"So, your surname has also been changed to Japanese?"
Japanese surnames are full of strange things, there are those named toilet (Royal Wash), some called butt (Sawajiri), and even those whose surnames are nose hair, bed, anus, and tortoise, but there are hundreds of Chinese surnames among them. The proportion of applicants is very small. If the applicant's original surname cannot be found at the household registration office at the time of naturalization, the applicant will be asked to change to a Japanese surname.
Tsubasa said: "My parents randomly picked one up. We lived behind Xintian Elementary School at the time, so our surname was Xintian."
Meng Xiang snorted contemptuously: "Tsk tsk, we Chinese pay attention to whether we change our names or surnames when we act or not. You are called a traitor."
"It was used to deal with the Japanese. My relatives still call me by my original name. You can do it too. My name is Gu Yi, Gu Xi's Gu, and Yu Yi's wing."
He speaks Mandarin with a perfect accent, which is much more authentic than Meng Xiang's salt-and-pepper mandarin. The intimacy of the same clan effectively dilutes the previous estrangement and greatly reduces the disgust, but Meng Xiang still resists contact without embarrassment or embarrassment. It took only a minute for a sentence to pop up: "Your name is funny, Gu Yi, on purpose, it doesn't sound like a serious person."
Gu Yi sarcastically said, "Of course it's not as deep as yours. Meng Xiangdream sounds like a guy who loves to daydream."
As if thinking that Meng wanted to turn his back on him fast enough, he laughed and incited: "I suggest you use Japanese to swear, your Japanese is better than Mandarin, at least you can straighten your tongue."
"I go……"
Meng Xiang's heart, lungs, liver, and gallbladder were soaked in shochu, and the breath he exhaled could be used as fuel. He stared and cursed: "How can there be someone you hate so much? Did your mother deliberately choose the time when you were born? A horoscope that gods hate and ghosts hate. I'm so angry that people don't pay for their lives. I'll go out and buy a bag of salt to sprinkle it on later, it's really bad luck!"
Gu Yi smiled and said, "You want to drive away ghosts? Salt can only be used to drive away Japanese ghosts, it doesn't work for me."
"I don't have time to talk to you!"
Meng Xiang was clumsy in verbal warfare, and after a brief discussion, he realized that he had no chance of winning, so he waved his hand rudely and said, "Don't harass me anymore, I'm here for business, just go away!"
Gu Yi shrugged: "Do you think I followed you here? I didn't expect to meet you by chance. I came here to find friends."
"Tch, lie and don't draft, who is your friend?"
"He's the head of the production department here."
"Huh?! Then what's his name?"
"Tsushi Ishibashi, but I call him Uncle Tom."
"No way~"
"You don't believe it? Then I'll take you to see him later."
Meng Xiang froze in a daze, lamenting how small Tokyo was again, remembering that Lily had said that Gu Yi worked in the Cowherd's shop, where rich people often go to have fun, Minister Shiqiao is probably also his client.
Uncle Tom~ Such a nasty title, no ghosts are to blame!This kid didn't learn well at such a young age, betrayed his lust and embraced the Japanese thighs, it was a shame to us China!
Disgust is like water spinach after harvesting, which quickly grows new seedlings, but the growth is not healthy at this time, and there are many regrettable insect eyes on the roots and leaves.In the past, he thought that Gu Yi was a Japanese, and he was indifferent to his depravity. For example, there were villains who murdered and set fires in other families. Feelings of steel.He glanced at Gu Yi nonchalantly, resentful in his heart, why would such a decent-looking person engage in such a dirty and despicable job?
Greed for vanity, love of leisure and hate work, dissolute by nature, shameless... It all boils down to moral corruption.
A morally corrupt guy is not qualified to enter his territory, even if he uses his beauty as a stepping stone...
fart!I'm a straight man, it's useless if he's too beautiful, after I go down to talk to Shiqiao, I'll warn him seriously, I must tell him to disappear from my presence!
When he first arrived, Meng Xiang couldn't believe that such a seemingly deep, low-key and even slightly desolate and ascetic building would be the dream kingdom of many homeboys.The production department is on the third floor, and the office area is an open structure. The minister's office is at the innermost side, separated by a wall inlaid with coated glass windows. Yin responded from inside the door: "Please come in."
The uncle was in his fifties, with a rugged appearance, a stiff cut head, and short straight hair like plum blossom piles, with a brave spirit.
This should be the client Mr. Kawano mentioned.
Meng Xiang went up to the front and bowed upright, and said hello neither humble nor overbearing: "Hello, is this Minister Shiqiao Gangshi? I'm Meng Xiang, please take care of me when we meet for the first time."
The creases on Minister Shiqiao's face rippled, forming a kind smile, and he said boldly: "You are the young man Mr. Kawano said, I have been waiting for you for a long time, please sit down."
Meng wanted to hand over the letter of introduction first, and when he was seated, the female staff had already brought coffee. Minister Shiqiao made a strong gesture of invitation. Meng wanted to know that he wanted to read the letter first, so he picked up the cup and pretended to be.Minister Shiqiao finished reading the letter quickly, smiling like the East African prairie in the rainy season, and he couldn't see the end at a glance.
"Mr. Kawano was able to introduce such an excellent young director like you to us. It really helped us a lot. I don't have to worry about this project anymore."
The polite words of the Japanese are water-injected pork, and you have to discount it in half. Meng Xiang said humbly: "You are laughing, I am still a student at school, and I have no relevant experience. Please forgive me if I don't do well."
"Meng Sang is too modest. Teacher Kawano showed me your practical works. You are very thoughtful and imaginative. Our company needs a talented freshman like you. As for the work, don't worry too much. The company will send a special producer to assist If you have any questions, you can ask him."
"Okay, so can I meet Mr. Producer today?"
"Of course, I'll call him here."
Minister Shiqiao pressed the landline at hand and ordered: "I am Shiqiao, contact Maeda immediately, and tell him that the director of "The Chrysanthemum Rebellion" is here, and tell him to come quickly."
As soon as there was a response, there was a knock on the door, and a shrill voice shouted outside the door: "Minister Shiqiao, I'm Oscar, can I come in?"
Minister Shiqiao grinned at Meng Xiang: "Oh, does this person know how to divide and move? Why did he come so soon?"
Meng Xiang immediately knew that the person coming was the producer surnamed Maeda, so he hurriedly made preparations to welcome him, but when the door opened, his eyes were sprinkled with a ton of chili powder, and all his hairs fell out. It was nothing but because of that Producer Maeda's dress is too shocking.
He is at most 165, with a puffy body and short proportions. He has a charter woman hairstyle, a fairy-like pink long-sleeved silk gown on his upper body, black tight cropped pants on his lower body, and silver sequined sandals on his feet. , the heel is at least 10 cm, and the nails of the hands and feet are painted black, as if stuck to twenty shiny cockroaches. A string of red coral anklets is wrapped around the thick right ankle, which competes with the gold bracelets on both wrists.There are also two or three colorful necklaces hanging on the short and thick neck of a pig, which looks like a bloated Christmas tree as a whole.The limbs are dark, but the face is painted pure white, thus highlighting various colors that are hotter than the color of the clothes, brown false eyelashes, blue and purple magic eye shadow, rust-colored lip gloss, apricot-colored blush... probably chasing a dream Dew-style retro makeup, but unfortunately the colorful face shell can't hide the real face, Meng Xiang can see at a glance that his body is a fat uncle in his 40s, and instinctively sighs: "Ugly people make trouble!"
Maeda rushed into the office with squatting steps, and when he saw him, he immediately covered his mouth and acted like a girl: "There is a guest, sorry to bother you."
His voice was really ugly, like a crow trying to imitate a nightingale by squeezing its throat, and like a sharp claw scratching a person's scalp, it was a huge test of endurance.
Minister Shiqiao thought that he had already passed the test, and with all his patience, he introduced it to the demon man calmly: "Maeda-kun, this is Meng Sang, the director who is going to cooperate with you in the filming of "The Chrysanthemum Rebellion", please say hello." Bar."
"Oh, it's Meng Sang, it's time to come."
Maeda's face suddenly smiled into a blooming chrysanthemum, swinging towards Meng Xiang, folded his hands between his legs, and saluted like a girl.
"It's the first time we met, I'm Maeda Taihe, you can also call me Oscar, anyway, that's what everyone here calls me."
Meng Xiang hastily got up to return the salute, thinking of working with such an old monster in the future, he backed down violently in his heart, feeling very depressed that he had strayed into a thief's boat.
After they finished introducing each other, Director Shiqiao asked Maeda: "Do you need me?"
Maeda raised his head and gave an exaggerated "oh", covered his heart with his hands and walked to the desk, complaining in a drawn out voice: "Minister Shiqiao, how did the personnel department arrange it? , do you want to know how I feel now?"
Minister Shiqiao's smiling face remained unchanged: "I heard that the quality of the actor is very good, are you satisfied?"
"Satisfied?" Maeda raised his orchid fingers to support his forehead, and supported the edge of the table with his other hand, making a timid gesture.
"Minister, you really haven't personally interviewed the actors. I'm going to the hospital to see the cardiology department. This heart is deeply hurt and it's trembling and bleeding. Oh, howdreadful. Iameversosorry."
The Japanese phonetic system is simple. There are only five vowels and a dozen consonants in "Auntie, filthy oh". The Japanese tongue cannot cope with the complicated English pronunciation. Every mouth is out of tune in Martian language. This Oscar's English It was very standard, with a round American accent.
He tried his best to do things, but he was always in the mood of a witch. Meng Xiang endured the "squeaky voice" of howling ghosts and wolves, and extracted the main points from his words in a simplified way——the producer suspected that the main character of "The Chrysanthemum" Shou is too ugly and asks the company to find another candidate.
"The theme of this story is Supreme beauty. The main character, Shou Lankong, is the soul of the whole play. Even if it can't achieve the beauty described in the script, it must at least have seven or eight points of beauty. And the kid sitting in my office now , Ha ha, you know I am a gentleman, I will not judge others casually, butholy, his appearance is irrelevant to the character, if he plays the role, the audience will turn off the TV if they insist on it for at most 1 minute."
Minister Shiqiao expressed doubts: "Is it that bad? I heard they said it's okay, is it because you are too demanding? As long as you look a little better than ordinary people, can't you make up for it with makeup and camera lighting. "
"God! What kind of make-up artist can turn decay into magic? You can't do it unless you invite the chief surgeon of Takasu Plastic Surgery. I don't say this because I am picky. The personnel department is really too much this time. Because we have a small budget, we just make ugly monsters to cover it. It was a unanimous decision of the president and shareholders to develop the GayVideo market. How can we compete with other companies if the initial production is so sloppy?"
"Well, you also know that the initial investment of these projects is concentrated on several other dramas. This one was not very promising at the beginning. Our department worked hard to get the start-up funds. It was hard to find actors within the budget. You mention another person..."
"You mean you can do whatever you want if you don't have a budget? My professional ethics don't allow me to do this kind of stuff, Doitwell, orleaveitalone. Please tell the board of directors to cancel this show, I don't want it to become my career Disgrace in my career!"
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Through their conversation, Meng Xiang could be considered to understand the inside story. Dare to feel that this is a cannon fodder drama with little money. The cost is small and the cast is thin.
Oscar is probably the No. [-] mixed person in the company, and the protests cannot be resolved, and his attitude gradually becomes tougher. Soon he exposed his rough Chinese voice, and had a tit-for-tat dispute with Minister Shiqiao.Minister Shiqiao didn't want to lose his composure in front of outsiders, so he forced a smile and said to Meng Xiang, "Meng Sang, can I ask you to sit outside for a while? I need to deal with some work matters with the producer first."
Meng Xiang was feeling restless, so he immediately avoided the sound. When he came to the corridor, he couldn't help but think: there was internal strife at the beginning of the crew's establishment, and there were still doubts about whether the filming would be able to start smoothly.
This situation made him contradictory. Looking at the shattered clouds outside the window, he felt a little lost. In any case, it was a pity to lose an opportunity to earn money from an internship.
After An Jing finished his daze, he turned around resentfully, and a familiar image jumped into his eyes.
"Meng Sang, hello."
Tsubasa! ?
Meng Xiang seemed to have bumped into the ghost behind him, and jumped back in shock, causing the glass curtain wall to bounce back. Taking a closer look, Tsubasa gave off a new look today. Usually, he was dressed as a slutty Daikanyama trendy man, with his eyebrows and eyes in a self-contained style. Wearing plain jeans and a hooded sweater today, with a plain face facing the sky and spotless, it is as fresh as a mountain spring that just gushed out of a spring, and the sense of age has dropped by at least four or five years, with the innocence and naturalness of a high school student.
If the two met for the first time, Meng Xiang might be deceived by his innocent and innocent appearance. At this moment, he would only think that this person has changed a disguise, and he would never dare to take it lightly, and said angrily: "You The guy still dares to show his face, I am trying to settle accounts with you!"
He rolled up his sleeves ferociously, trying to get ahead of others, Tsubasa smiled and pointed to the ceiling: "You want to beat me? There is surveillance here."
Meng Xiang seemed to be unable to light a damp stove, and he didn't want to be treated as a comedian, so he straightened his back and scolded: "It's not that I dare not beat you, it's because I'm afraid my hands will be dirty!"
"It's okay, there is a bathroom next to it, you can go in and wash it after beating and it will be clean."
"Stinky boy, you deliberately provoke trouble!"
Meng Xiang took two quick steps and grabbed Tsubasa's skirt, raised his eyebrows to make a face, but it didn't have any deterrent effect, and he got evaluations that were completely opposite to the expected effect.
"Meng Sang, you look so good-looking, you are the most handsome man I have ever seen."
People love to chew good meat, and people love to listen to good words. A beautiful woman with outstanding appearance laughs and praises the beauty of the other party. It is not only a comfortable compliment, but also an authoritative quality certification. ?After receiving this sweet word, it is like a martial arts master encountering Beiming's magical power. The strength of his fists immediately weakens, and the heat is like wheat waves rolling over his face. He pretends to push him away, and mutters angrily: "I am too lazy to talk to you."
Tsubasa's peachy eyes turned into a crescent with a smile: "Don't ignore me, or I'll be like a dog ignoring Baozi."
Meng Xiang got angry at this joke that was both coquettish and teasing, and then laughed out loud, cursing to himself in Chengdu dialect: "This little devil can take the international route, but he knows how to use Goubuli steamed stuffed buns to wash my head. It's really interesting..."
Since ancient times, Chengdu has been full of yin and yang, and there is no hotbed of male chauvinism. Most of the women are in power in the family. Under the influence of their sex, men generally have a tendency to chatter, and even the honest ones will talk about it.Meng Xiang scolded for a long time, Tsubasa asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"
Meng wanted to know that the Japanese were suspicious. Seeing the Chinese speaking Mandarin in front of them, he suspected that they were criticizing them. He sneered and said, "I'm praising you for being sweet and talkative."
Tsubasa denied on the spot: "No, although I don't understand the Sichuan dialect, that's definitely not what you meant."
"Ha, you can even tell I'm speaking Sichuan dialect, don't tell me you can speak Chinese."
"Of course I can speak it, it's my mother tongue."
He suddenly switched the audio, and almost scared Meng Xiang off when he opened his mouth. His pupils shot at him more than a dozen times, and he struggled to squeeze out an interrogative sentence: "You, you are Chinese, Chinese." ?”
Tsubasa smiled: "In terms of blood, yes."
This is a common answer used by Japanese Chinese when answering questions about their nationality. Meng wanted to understand: "You are already naturalized. Were you born here, or did you come here with your parents when you were young?"
He came to this inference because he lived in Japan for 5 consecutive years and worked for 3 years (except during the period of studying abroad) before he could apply for Japanese nationality, which is called naturalization. Tsubasa seems to be only in his early 20s, and there is only one possibility to obtain Japanese citizenship—naturalization with his parents.
This is indeed the case.
"I came to Japan with my parents when I was eight years old and lived here for 14 years. I got naturalization in high school."
"So, your surname has also been changed to Japanese?"
Japanese surnames are full of strange things, there are those named toilet (Royal Wash), some called butt (Sawajiri), and even those whose surnames are nose hair, bed, anus, and tortoise, but there are hundreds of Chinese surnames among them. The proportion of applicants is very small. If the applicant's original surname cannot be found at the household registration office at the time of naturalization, the applicant will be asked to change to a Japanese surname.
Tsubasa said: "My parents randomly picked one up. We lived behind Xintian Elementary School at the time, so our surname was Xintian."
Meng Xiang snorted contemptuously: "Tsk tsk, we Chinese pay attention to whether we change our names or surnames when we act or not. You are called a traitor."
"It was used to deal with the Japanese. My relatives still call me by my original name. You can do it too. My name is Gu Yi, Gu Xi's Gu, and Yu Yi's wing."
He speaks Mandarin with a perfect accent, which is much more authentic than Meng Xiang's salt-and-pepper mandarin. The intimacy of the same clan effectively dilutes the previous estrangement and greatly reduces the disgust, but Meng Xiang still resists contact without embarrassment or embarrassment. It took only a minute for a sentence to pop up: "Your name is funny, Gu Yi, on purpose, it doesn't sound like a serious person."
Gu Yi sarcastically said, "Of course it's not as deep as yours. Meng Xiangdream sounds like a guy who loves to daydream."
As if thinking that Meng wanted to turn his back on him fast enough, he laughed and incited: "I suggest you use Japanese to swear, your Japanese is better than Mandarin, at least you can straighten your tongue."
"I go……"
Meng Xiang's heart, lungs, liver, and gallbladder were soaked in shochu, and the breath he exhaled could be used as fuel. He stared and cursed: "How can there be someone you hate so much? Did your mother deliberately choose the time when you were born? A horoscope that gods hate and ghosts hate. I'm so angry that people don't pay for their lives. I'll go out and buy a bag of salt to sprinkle it on later, it's really bad luck!"
Gu Yi smiled and said, "You want to drive away ghosts? Salt can only be used to drive away Japanese ghosts, it doesn't work for me."
"I don't have time to talk to you!"
Meng Xiang was clumsy in verbal warfare, and after a brief discussion, he realized that he had no chance of winning, so he waved his hand rudely and said, "Don't harass me anymore, I'm here for business, just go away!"
Gu Yi shrugged: "Do you think I followed you here? I didn't expect to meet you by chance. I came here to find friends."
"Tch, lie and don't draft, who is your friend?"
"He's the head of the production department here."
"Huh?! Then what's his name?"
"Tsushi Ishibashi, but I call him Uncle Tom."
"No way~"
"You don't believe it? Then I'll take you to see him later."
Meng Xiang froze in a daze, lamenting how small Tokyo was again, remembering that Lily had said that Gu Yi worked in the Cowherd's shop, where rich people often go to have fun, Minister Shiqiao is probably also his client.
Uncle Tom~ Such a nasty title, no ghosts are to blame!This kid didn't learn well at such a young age, betrayed his lust and embraced the Japanese thighs, it was a shame to us China!
Disgust is like water spinach after harvesting, which quickly grows new seedlings, but the growth is not healthy at this time, and there are many regrettable insect eyes on the roots and leaves.In the past, he thought that Gu Yi was a Japanese, and he was indifferent to his depravity. For example, there were villains who murdered and set fires in other families. Feelings of steel.He glanced at Gu Yi nonchalantly, resentful in his heart, why would such a decent-looking person engage in such a dirty and despicable job?
Greed for vanity, love of leisure and hate work, dissolute by nature, shameless... It all boils down to moral corruption.
A morally corrupt guy is not qualified to enter his territory, even if he uses his beauty as a stepping stone...
fart!I'm a straight man, it's useless if he's too beautiful, after I go down to talk to Shiqiao, I'll warn him seriously, I must tell him to disappear from my presence!
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