Chapter 900 The Ugly World
The afternoon date did not go well, so Matsumoto Keiko had to put all her last hopes on the seven o'clock date that night.
Probably because of the weekend night, the restaurant of the Imperial Hotel in Ginza Marunouchi in the center of Tokyo was crowded with diners.
The car lights and street lights under the window turned into flowing lights, shining with beautiful gem-like light.
The streets are filled with a dazzling array of commercial advertisements and neon lights, which have become slender ribbons winding along the road, dazzling and extremely psychedelic.
At a table next to the window with a good view, Keiko Matsumoto and President Omi of Nanyang Chemical Fiber and his wife sat facing each other.
Wearing a dark kimono, Matsumoto Keiko served the dishes and immediately asked the Omi couple to use them first.
“Tonight is really rare. I didn’t expect to be able to make an appointment with Mr. Omi. Last week, I happened to go to another flower arrangement class in Shibuya. I heard that the teacher just returned from the UK this month. After I came back, I tried to call you, but I didn’t expect to get in touch with you successfully. Thank you very much for your compliment, it makes me extremely honored..."
Matsumoto Keiko said with gratitude.
The reason why she calls Mrs. Omi her teacher is because Mrs. Omi likes flower art and is well-known in the flower arrangement circle in Tokyo.
Many famous ladies and ladies have studied under her in order to increase their personal accomplishment.
Matsumoto Keiko is no exception. Six years ago, she was recommended by someone to study in the flower arrangement class taught by Mrs. Omi.
What I didn’t expect was that the two of them got along very well, and their personal relationship was far better than others.
If Mrs. Omi hadn’t accompanied President Omi to the UK later to expand foreign trade business, she would have had to quit her job teaching flower arrangement.
Most of them can still maintain a good teacher-student relationship.
"Don't say that, Keiko-chan. I'm very happy to receive your call. It seems that you haven't forgotten me as a flower arrangement teacher. How about it? We haven't seen each other for a few years, and our Keiko has become A big star who has won the title of Best Actress. Do you still have the leisure time to play with flowers and plants at home? "
Mrs. Omi is already in her fifties and looks at Matsumoto Keiko with a very loving look.
“Hey, I still practice when I have free time. I was fortunate enough to learn the art of flower arrangement from Teacher Omi for more than two years, which really benefited me a lot. I can indeed realize now that flower arrangement is very important to personal improvement. Self-cultivation and elegant behavior are really helpful. And whenever I have troubles at work, I will become calmer. In this way, it seems to be much easier to figure out the role. Otherwise, can I? What else can I say about getting those awards? So I really want to thank the teacher for his teachings.”
“Oh, I’m so happy that Qingzi has become so good at talking. , I am very relieved that you can still play with flowers and plants from time to time, and realize the benefits. In this case, please come to my house to accompany me when you have time. He, the president, is busy all year round, and my children are busy. We are all abroad, and to be honest, I feel very lonely. It would be great if we could sit together, drink tea, and discuss flower arrangements together.”
“That would be great. It’s really exciting to meet Mr. Omi.”
Just as he was talking about this, suddenly, President Omi, whom Matsumoto Keiko was not familiar with, interrupted.
“Oh, how can you make such a request? Miss Keiko is a leading star, she must be very busy at work, right? There should be countless movies, advertisements, and commercial performances, right? Where do I have so much free time to spend with you? You will embarrass Miss Keiko by speaking so rashly..."
As soon as she said this, Mrs. Omi hesitated.
She then looked into Matsumoto Keiko's eyes, and looked a little worried and a little embarrassed as if questioning.
Matsumoto Keiko quickly explained when she saw this, and told her career dilemma very frankly.
"No, no, it's okay, I have time. Frankly speaking, my career has not been going very well in the past year. Due to a supernatural incident in an advertisement shot last year, it caused a bad social impact. So much so that the advertisement was Blocked, many advertisers have also terminated their contracts. So except for one or two movies that are still being planned, there is nothing important to be busy with at the moment. At most, there is a pending variety show on NHK TV, which may invite me in the near future. We still need to talk about the opportunity to serve as a guest and the New Year's Red and White Song Festival. There are no other work arrangements..."
This not only relaxed Mrs. Omi's mind immediately, but also successfully won her. gained her sympathy.
It also made her understand the real purpose of Matsumoto Keiko's meeting this time.
"Is that so? We have been staying abroad, but we don't know any news. Keiko-chan, you have had a hard time this year."
Mrs. Omi couldn't help but sigh. He made a sound, but only thought about it briefly, and then expressed it happily.
"However, it's okay to encounter some setbacks. Keiko-chan, don't be discouraged. Well, you can come to see me at home the day after tomorrow in the afternoon. It's a coincidence that recently, the dedicated wife of Mitsukoshi Department Store also had " The wife of the art director of "Zhuangyuan" magazine also wants to learn flower art from me. I will introduce you to them. They should be helpful to your career. Also, when I come back this time, I actually intend to prepare my own flower arrangement. Classroom. I believe there are still some elegant ladies who will give me some face. You can also come when the time comes, Keiko-chan, at least you can use this to expand your connections. "
Mrs. Omi is sincere. His care and kindness made Matsumoto Keiko immediately feel the long-lost warmth.
She immediately bowed in thanks.
"That's great. For me, this is really what I want. Thank you so much, Teacher Omi."
But that's not the end, Mrs. Omi is indeed worth it. The person Keiko Matsumoto calls "teacher".
She had always been rich and free, as if she had finally discovered the meaning of life. She really cared about this beloved disciple and seemed very enthusiastic about helping.
I tried my best not to mention it, and even forced my husband to take a positive stance on the spot.
“By the way, husband, doesn’t Nanyang Chemical Fiber’s fabric business cooperate with many clothing companies? You can also help to smoothen the relationship and introduce Qingzi to the presidents, presidents, and directors of those clothing companies. Let’s get to know each other and let her accept some commercials! I’m not saying that a good actor like Keiko shouldn’t be left alone. I won’t feel at ease if I can’t help her!”
Needless to say, since Mrs. Omi said this in front of Matsumoto Keiko.
No matter how good President Omi is, he can't help but accept this and betray his wife's face.
"Miss Qingzi, I don't know much about the entertainment industry. Our company's business does not require any advertising. So I am a layman on these things. I really don't know if it is useful to say it myself. However, I also think that Qingzi Miss Zi is a very good actress, so I will try my best to help. I will call and ask tomorrow."
I have to say that President Omi is indeed a big boss in business. I'm very used to being asked for favors.
He dealt with it in a business-like manner and kept the buttons alive.
But this was enough to deepen Keiko Matsumoto's feelings and make her sincerely grateful to have enthusiastic elders like Mr. and Mrs. Omi around her.
So Keiko Matsumoto thanked her again, and at the same time believed that she should do her best to repay her sincerely.
"President, you are so polite. No matter what the outcome is, I am overjoyed to receive such caring care from you and Mr. Omi. Okay, isn't Mr. Omi going to open a flower arrangement class? I am also willing to contribute to the funding. Please do your best. No matter what, Omi, please don’t refuse me. I know you are not short of money, but if you don’t do this, I will be extremely sorry and find it difficult to repay your kindness.”
Omi. The lady couldn't help but show pride and a bright smile like a peacock's tail, and declined happily.
“Ah, Keiko-chan, don’t take this kind of thing to heart, it’s just a matter of saying a few words. As your teacher, it’s natural for you to take care of your students. . Such a small thing is really nothing."
But Matsumoto Keiko is determined. She is an emotional person. The more others treat her well, the more she demands that she treat others well.
"No, teacher, please stop talking. This must be done, otherwise I will not be able to see you. Please allow me to do whatever I want for once."
"Oh, you are such a kid. What can I say..."
Needless to say, the atmosphere of the banquet became more harmonious.
The grateful Matsumoto Keiko not only toasted and served Omi and his wife frequently, but also specially asked for expensive cigars for President Omi after the meal.
And she thought she had finally gotten rid of her bad luck, so she drank a lot of wine.
As a result, just when the meal was about to end with the guests and hosts enjoying themselves, things took a complete turn.
The cause of this incident was that Mrs. Omi got up to go to the bathroom.
Originally Matsumoto Keiko wanted to accompany Mrs. Omi.
However, just when she was about to get up, she suddenly found that her hand was grabbed by someone under the table. The most unbelievable thing is that the person holding her hand was actually President Omi sitting diagonally opposite her!
Sudden fright suddenly came from the sky.
Matsumoto Keiko was almost numb, completely dumbfounded on the spot, and her face turned red with shame and anger.
However, under her wide-open eyes, she stared in horror.
The gray-haired President Omi looked as if nothing had happened, and gently let go of his hand, as if nothing had happened.
He even smiled and nodded to Matsumoto Keiko, indicating that she should sit in peace.
So even Matsumoto Keiko herself had some doubts, whether she had just had a delusion in a drunken atmosphere. How could an elder like President Omi touch her?
In this way, when she was in despair, Mrs. Omi left without noticing anything unusual.
However, as soon as Mrs. Omi left, the sanctimonious President Omi couldn't help but reveal another face.
The almost shameless words that followed completely shattered Keiko Matsumoto's original dream, and she realized again the ugliness of the real world.
"Why don't you stay and let's have a few words alone?"
"You...what do you mean..."
"A smart person like you should understand what I want to say. I want to talk to you about your situation."
"I...my situation?"
" Yes, just one advertising mistake caused a devastating blow to Miss Keiko's career. Although she is so well-known and loved by the people, it turns out that it is all useless. Doesn't Miss Matsumoto understand? The career of a celebrity is so fragile. Maybe it will be wiped out by an accident..."
"President...are you...are you drunk?"
"I'm drunk? Yes? Haha, maybe.”
President Omi stared at Matsumoto Keiko with a mysterious smile.
“But you have to be clear, advertising matters are just one sentence to me. Based on my face, few Japanese clothing companies will refuse my request. If you need it, I guarantee that the clothing You will have more advertisements than you can handle. But I am a businessman, and I need to give back.”
“Didn’t we already achieve something in return?”
“No. , how can a real deal be achieved through superficial conditions? I want better conditions. My wife always talks about you and how beautiful you are, but I didn’t believe it until I saw you. Video tapes of several movies, a great beauty like you, even an old man like me who is about to enter my sixties is fascinated by you..."
"No, President Omi, please You respect yourself! Such words are so rude. I am not that kind of person, and I have great respect for Mr. Omi..."
Qingzi's voice was not only stiff, but also filled with fear.
He even sounded trembling with anger.
"Ha, what's the point? There is no one who doesn't have a lover nowadays, unless he is a penniless pauper. As long as we don't tell, who will know? With all due respect, Miss Matsumoto, in fact, what you need is not Advertising is not a movie, it is not an opportunity. It is a backer, a rock-solid backer. I can be your backer. How much money can you make from advertising, and how much can you earn from acting in movies? . That’s it, right? But as long as you agree to have a secret relationship with me, no matter if it’s 100 million yen, 200 million yen... whatever you need, there’s nothing else that can hinder your acting. What about your career? You can make your own movie according to your own preferences. How about that? That's fair..."
As he said this, President Omi, who had completely transformed into a maniac, turned out to be lustful. Confused, he stretched out his hands under the table and started to move.
The principles of the human world are all turned upside down!
Such humiliation is intolerable!
You really know people, faces but not hearts!
This painful lesson caused Matsumoto Keiko to suffer a double mental and emotional trauma, and her psychological endurance completely collapsed.
Although she is no longer a little girl who is ignorant of the world, she has been exposed to all kinds of chaotic relationships in the entertainment industry.
There are countless perverts hiding around her, and it is inevitable that she will be noticed by men and be harassed.
But this person who covets her, no matter who he is, shouldn't do it! It must not be! Omi-sensei’s husband!
President Omi's shamelessness not only ruined her relationship and relationship with Mrs. Omi, but also completely destroyed her last beautiful understanding of the world.
Matsumoto Keiko felt like something was biting her heart, biting her heart painfully.
She was dissatisfied and shed tears on the spot.
He ran away before Mrs. Omi came back.
After driving back home, she hid directly in the bathroom and washed her hands desperately in the sink, as if it was stained with a thousand years of filth.
After washing herself countless times, she smiled sadly at herself in the mirror and began to think about her future.
She really doesn’t know how she will see Teacher Omi again in the future and how she will continue her life.
What she experienced today simply overturned her understanding of life.
Was it because she was too ignorant in the past? Or does the world hide its filth too well?
She doesn't know!
But she knew that she was unwilling to compromise or linger, so she longed for destruction.
Based on her mood at this time, she really wanted to smash the mirror and set the house on fire.
I wish I could destroy everything in this reality and the filth and filth in the world.
Just like what is said in "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion", "As long as there are no witnesses, shame will be eradicated from this world. Others are all witnesses, and if others do not exist, shame will be a thing There will be no chance of it happening.”
But for another moment, she remembered the words of the young man she had only met once.
“The so-called harboring evil and being unwilling to compromise. This is often an excuse for people who lack wisdom and strength to fight. It can only reflect the pessimism of self-abandonment. In the face of powerful forces, smart people will not rush For a while, it will be like playing chess, advancing and retreating, making choices, and then slowly strengthening itself in forbearance, waiting for good opportunities..."
Fortunately, because it is these words, like thin threads. The same is tied to her heart.
Protected her heart from being completely broken or exploded.
It was these words that still gave her the last glimmer of hope, like a weak first flame.
She missed him, she wanted to see him.
No matter how many reasons told her that she shouldn't do this, she still desperately wanted to see him.
It is an attraction that comes from the soul, not from hormonal desire.
(End of this chapter)