Chapter 61: Chinese poetry? You're finished
In the private room of the izakaya, in the dim light.
"Wow - the taste of Daiginjo is still right!" Mikami Saburo put down the small glass in his hand, raised his head halfway, and exhaled the smell of alcohol in his mouth.
The small glass was placed in the basket.
A maru is a small wooden box that serves as the base of a sake drinking glass.
When Japanese people pour sake, some of it will overflow and fall into this 桡. Some old-fashioned people will eventually raise their fists to drink the overflowing wine.
After all, Japanese people like to pour their sake to the top.
"The wine you like, Saburo, does have a very good aftertaste."
The two of them drank [Ban], a sake brewed at low temperatures in Fukui Prefecture.
It's just 16% alcohol, why do you look like you're drinking Lao Baigan? Oda Shingo also took a sip.
To him, this kind of low-alcohol wine can only be said to be a pleasant drink.
Mikami Saburo spread his hands flat and rubbed them slowly on the table, demonstrating how to grind 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.
In his current state, Saburo Mikami looks like a talkative old Japanese man. He keeps gesticulating and introducing: "The rice produced in Hyogo Prefecture is carefully selected and finely sieved, and then ground until there is only the center of the rice." 38% remains.”
"It's like the tempering of life, weeding out the dregs and leaving the most outstanding ones!"
“Then, coupled with low-temperature fermentation for one to two years, it’s like the hibernation of life.”
"Wait for an opportunity, and then...then..."
Mikami Saburo couldn't find the right words for a moment.
"The great roc rises with the wind in one day and soars ninety thousand miles away!" Oda Shingo continued.
He did not want to use Waka and other methods to reflect the scenery. Instead, he felt that only Chinese poetry could best express such an artistic conception.
Saburo Mikami clapped his hands excitedly: "Oh! Yes, yes, at this time, we should use Chinese vocabulary! Only the vocabulary of this ancient civilization can better describe this rise!"
"It's a poem by Li Bai." Oda Shingo said.
"Oh, yes, that's right, I learned it in school. I like that sentence very much [There will be times when the wind and waves break, so you can hang your sails and sail across the sea]!"
After all, there are differences between Chinese and Japanese languages, but the power of language has not weakened by half. Anyone in Japan who has some culture has studied and studied Li Bai's poems.
"Xingo, let's recite poetry and have a drink!" Saburo Mikami 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 much your seniors who graduated ten years earlier learned a lot. Hard work!”
"..." You are seeking death yourself, don't blame me, Mikami Saburo was secretly happy.
What's more important is that I have been with you for so long, but I still don't tell you anything and I'm going to kill you! It depends on whether you say it or not!
Mikami Saburo said the last sentence: "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City..."
Oda Shingo responded: "The bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship."
"Hey, Shingo, your pronunciation of Chinese characters seems to be very good. Let me ask you again, Desert Guyanzhi..."
"The sun sets over the long river."
…
Mikami Saburo was in tragedy.
One glass after another, even if the alcohol content of the sake is not high, it can't hold so much.
He lost so completely.
Since the beginning of drinking, Oda Shingo has been eating and has not even drank a glass of wine.
"How do I deal with the world that slanders me, bullies me, humiliates me, laughs at me, belittles me, despises me, hates me, and deceives me?..."
"Just tolerate him, let him, let him, avoid him, be patient with him, respect him, ignore him, wait for a few more years and see him." Oda Shingo smiled, "Saburo, your words are just an epigram, not Poetry.”
"Ah, hahaha, I think you are so awesome." Saburo Mikami looked at the bottle of Daiginjou in front of him and burped.
The huge 1.8-liter wine bottle was almost full. Ninety-nine percent of it went into Saburo Mikami's stomach.
Although the alcohol content was low, Mikami Saburo's tongue was already a little big.
Oda Shingo poured a full glass for him and a full glass for himself.
It’s not that people tell the truth when they’re drunk, it’s that people drink because they want to tell the truth. "Sanlang, tell me."
"..." Saburo Mikami lowered his head and remained silent.
"Qunying Club, what happened?"
"..." Saburo Mikami lowered his head and remained silent.
Oda Shingo looked at the time and saw that it was nearly one o'clock in the evening.
He said calmly: "If you don't tell me, I will leave."
Look at how much pressure there is in Japan? I asked someone to go out in order to express my true feelings, but a minister drank so much that he still refuses to reveal his true feelings.
This is the habitual self-protection of people in the workplace.
It is a fact known all over the world that Japanese people like to drink at night in the workplace.
There are social interactions, exchange of feelings, and more complaints.
And what is different from the Chinese drinking table culture is that drinking is endless. You often drink here once, then continue drinking in another place, or even sing a song after drinking, and then go to an izakaya to drink.
By the way, Mikami Saburo wouldn't want to take me to a romantic place after drinking, would he? That’s hard to refuse, no, I won’t accompany you!
"Are you leaving? Don't you want to know what's going on?" Saburo's voice was low.
Oda Shingo shook his wine glass and watched the clear wine swaying under the dim light: "No matter what happens, all I can do is create comics well and then meet all challenges."
"Then what's the difference if I say it or not?"
"In the face of huge difficulties, some people will retreat, some will look for foreign aid, and some people..." Oda Shingo paused, "will be even more excited and use overwhelming combat power to defeat all enemies. !”
"..." Mikami narrowed his eyes.
He slowly reached out and turned on the lights in the private room of the izakaya.
"Xinwu, I know you are a smart person. I won't hide it."
Oda Shingo saw his hair reflecting the light, his meticulously combed hair, his wrinkled forehead, the white hair growing on his temples, and his bloodshot eyes.
This was not caused by drinking. Judging from the black marks around the corners of his eyes, he was under great stress and had not slept well.
"The change in Ibashi Group's shares triggered personnel changes, and an executive director was airborne from Shueisha's management."
"Although the new executive director strives for reform, he does not trust the younger generation. The web department's development strategy has been criticized for being lacking: it has been operating for many years and has no representative results."
Saburo Mikami's voice slowed down: "So! The new executive director implements a new development plan! Hayato Hyakuki serves as the consultant of the web department!"
Oda Shingo looked at Saburo Mikami in shock.
This means that Mikami has been sidelined?
No, just a partial seizure of power. At least the minister's position has not been dismissed, and the real power is still in his hands.
But his position is already very dangerous. If there is an excuse, he can be removed and replaced by a direct representative of the new force.
Saburo Mikami didn't finish speaking. He rubbed his gray-haired temples and continued speaking slowly.
"Hyakki Hayato arranged for a manga artist ranked low in popularity in our magazine "Jump" to start serializing a new manga on the web site!"
"The purpose is to compare the performance of the website with unprecedented clarity, and see the difference in strength between the operation of this magazine and the operation of the website!"
After Mikami Saburo said this, he picked up the wine glass and took a big sip of Daiginjo.
Oda Shingo heard it: "The person who should not be beaten in this magazine's "Jump" is transferred to the web department and easily kills the strongest manga series on the web in an instant, which means that the web department has failed for many years, right?"
"Yes!" Mikami Saburo tightened his grip on the wine glass.
Oda Shingo was afraid that the 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.
Delegate someone from this journal to the web department?
Oda Shingo sneered: "The cartoonist who was transferred from this magazine's "Jump" is Takeda Takeda, right?"
(End of chapter)