Tokyo, everyone is drawing comics, who still wants to fall in love?

In the dim light of the izakaya private room.

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“Oh, Daiginjo still tastes good!” Sankami Saburo put down the small glass in his hand, half-raised his head, and exhaled the wine in his mouth.

The small glass was placed in the masu.

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

When Japanese people pour sake, some of it often overflows and falls into this masu. Some old traditional people will also raise the masu to drink the overflowing wine in it.

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

“The wine you like, Saburo, is indeed very memorable.”

The two drank [Brahma], a low-temperature brewed sake from Fukui Prefecture.

It’s just a 16-degree wine, why does it look like drinking Laobaigan? Oda Shingo also took a sip.

For him, this low-alcohol wine can only be said to be a small drink for pleasure.

Sankami Saburo spread his hands flat, rubbed them slowly on the table, and demonstrated the grinding of rice wine: "Shingo, have you seen how rice wine is made?"

"I would like to hear the details." Oda Shingo understood that he was feeling it.

Sankami Saburo's current state is very much like a talkative Japanese old man, constantly gesturing and introducing: "The rice produced in Hyogo Prefecture that year, after being carefully screened, is continuously ground until only 38% of the rice core is left."

"It's like the tempering of life, eliminating those dregs and leaving the most outstanding ones!"

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

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

Sankami Saburo couldn't find the right words for a while.

"The great roc rises with the wind one day, soaring up to 90,000 miles!" Oda Shingo continued.

He didn't want to use waka or other methods to reflect the scenery, but felt that only Chinese poetry could best express such a mood.

San Shang Saburo clapped his hands excitedly: "Oh! Right, right, right, at this time, we should use Chinese words! The words used by this ancient civilization can better describe this kind of rise!"

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

"Oh, right, I learned it in school. I like the sentence [There will be a time to ride the wind and waves, and set sail to cross the vast sea] very much!"

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

"Shingo, let's recite poems and drink!" San Shang 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 predecessors who graduated ten years earlier studied!"

"..."You are looking for death yourself, don't blame me, San Shang Saburo secretly rejoiced in his heart.

More importantly, I have been with you for so long, and you still don't tell me what happened. I will drink you to death! See if you will say it or not!

Sankami Saburo said the first sentence: "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City..."

Oda Shingo said the second sentence: "The bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship."

"Hey, Shingo, your Chinese character pronunciation seems to be very powerful. Let me ask you again, the desert smoke is straight..."

"The long river sets and the sun is round."

...

Sankami Saburo is in tragedy.

One cup after another, even if the sake is not high, it can't withstand so much.

He lost too thoroughly.

Since the battle of poetry and drinking, Oda Shingo has been eating, and he didn't drink a glass of wine.

"The world slanders me, deceives me, insults me, laughs at me, despises me, despises me, hates me, and deceives me. How to deal with it?..."

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

"Ah, hahaha, I think you are too good." Sankami Saburo looked at the large ginjo sake bottle in front of him and burped.

The huge 1.8-liter bottle had been almost completely drunk. Ninety-nine percent of it went into Sansaburo Mikami's stomach.

Although the alcohol content of the wine was low, Sansaburo Mikami's tongue had become a little big.

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

It's not that people tell the truth when they are drunk, but that they drink when they want to tell the truth.

"Sansaburo, tell me."

"..." Sansaburo Mikami lowered his head and said nothing.

"Qunyingshe, what happened?"

"..." Sansaburo Mikami lowered his head and still said nothing.

Oda Shingo looked at the time, it was almost one o'clock in the middle of the night.

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

Look at how much pressure there is in Japan? In order to speak from the heart, he made an appointment with someone, but a minister drank so much wine and still refused to speak from the heart.

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

It is known to the whole world that Japanese workplaces like to drink at night.

There are socializing, mutual affection, and more complaints.

And unlike the drinking culture of China, the drinking is endless. Often, they drink here once, then continue drinking in another place, or even sing a song after drinking, and then go to the izakaya to drink again.

By the way, Sankami Saburo will not want to take me to a red-light place after drinking, right? That is hard to refuse, no, I will not accompany you!

"You leave? Don't you want to know what happened?" Saburo said in a low voice.

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

"What difference does it make whether I tell you or not?"

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

"..." Minister Mikami narrowed his eyes.

He slowly reached out and turned up the light in the private room of the izakaya.

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

Oda Shingo saw that his hair oil reflected the light, his meticulously combed hair, his wrinkled forehead, the white hair on his temples, and his bloodshot eyes.

This was not caused by drinking. Judging from the black marks around his eyes, he was under a lot of mental stress and didn't sleep well.

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

"Although the new executive director is trying to reform, he does not trust the younger generation. The development strategy of the web department has been criticized for being lacking: there are no representative results after years of operation."

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

Oda Shingo looked at Saburo Mikami in shock.

This means that Minister Mikami has been sidelined?

No, it's just a partial seizure of power. At least the position of minister has not been dismissed, and the real power is still in his hands.

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

Saburo Mikami didn't finish his words. He rubbed his gray hair and continued to speak slowly.

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

"The purpose is to make the performance of the web site more clearly compared than ever before, and to see the difference in strength between the operation of our magazine and the operation of the web site!"

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

Oda Shingo heard it: "If the most invincible one of our magazine "Jump" is transferred to the web department, and easily beats the performance of the strongest web serialized comics, it means that the web department has failed for many years, right?"

"Yes!" Saburo Mikami clenched the wine glass.

Oda Shingo was afraid that the glass wine glass would be broken by him.

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.

From the magazine to the web department?

Oda Shingo sneered: "The cartoonist transferred from our magazine "Jump" is Gouda Takeshi, right?"