Chapter 517: Ordinary Commuters

The president of the Literary Spring and Autumn Publishing House did not say any more words, but just silently got up and bowed to take his leave. He was not able to give a positive reply at the moment.

Masayoshi Kishimoto also did not retain the other party, after all, matters of interest required one to think back and forth alone and weigh the pros and cons of each aspect.

Masayoshi Kishimoto looked toward Ryosuke Natsume, who was sitting with him, and said with a meaningful smile, “Where do you think the core competitiveness of Literary Spring and Autumn Publishing House lies?”

Natsume Ryosuke comprehended the other layer of meaning in his words and replied with a smile, “The paparazzi. Bungeishunju Weekly, a subsidiary of Bungeishunju Publishing House, has broken many celebrity scandals, gossips, incests, and so on.

This shows that it still has a high level of business in this one area. As long as the person will have shortcomings, will do some unseemly things.

If the black materials of certain people are utilized as a bargaining chip, it can completely achieve twice the result with half the effort in advancing some of our Hard Gold Group’s needs in the future.”

“Heroes see the same thing. You should continue to follow up on this matter.” Masayoshi Kishimoto didn’t think this was anything at all. If you want to have some say in the Japanese financial world, it is necessary to rank by strength.

Just as Nixon’s Watergate scandal back then, the most memorable thing for him was the former U.S. President’s remark that he had done to others what he had done to others, and others had done to him as well.

The implication of this is that what one has done has been caught and exposed. As for the competitors, they were also unclean, only that they had not been caught and exposed.

Natsume Ryosuke, of course, understood that this was the Chairman’s trust in himself, so he replied with a serious voice, “I understand.”

“You must also continue to maintain the necessary good relations with people in the political and official circles.” Masayoshi Kishimoto also gave his propaganda minister a message, “Understood.

“Understood.” Natsume Ryousuke replied once again in a concise manner.

“I’ll take my leave.” Masayoshi Kishimoto had no intention of continuing to drink inside this high-class bar.

After he finished speaking, he stood up and headed outside. Natsume Ryosuke originally wanted to see him out, but he raised his hand to indicate that it was not necessary.

Masayoshi Kishimoto walked out of the bar, but didn’t stand on the side of the road to take a taxi home. He wanted to walk around and look around alone.

At night, Roppongi, the harbor district, was naturally brightly lit, making Tokyo a veritable city that never sleeps.

Masayoshi Kishimoto walked for some distance before suddenly seeing a noodle store and stepping inside. He wanted to eat a bowl of Tonkotsu Ramen.

The decoration inside the store was ordinary, and the business was average. At this point in time, the store’s main target group was ordinary office workers who had finished working overtime.

Masayoshi Kishimoto casually found a seat and ordered the Tonkotsu ramen he wanted to eat. He saw that the young office worker to his right was not only eating tonkotsu ramen, but also drinking beer.

So he followed the example of a normal office worker and ordered an extra beer. As he waited patiently, he heard the other party’s phone ringing.

The young office worker put down the chopsticks in his hand, hurriedly took out his cell phone, and answered the phone, “I haven’t even sent this month’s salary yet, can I not buy it for a while? Not to mention you have quite a few bags.”

Although Masayoshi Kishimoto didn’t know what was being said on the other end of the other’s cell phone, it wasn’t hard to guess that it was the girlfriend of this one ordinary young office worker.

“It’s not like you don’t know that my monthly salary is that much. If I buy you that one bag, I’ll have to tighten my belt again next month.

Nowadays, I’m so screwed up that I don’t dare to go when I’m called up by my coworkers for a drink.” The young office worker wanted his girlfriend to put herself in his shoes and sympathize with his difficulties.

Masayoshi Kishimoto burst out laughing in his heart. He wasn’t sneering at the other party’s lack of money, but it simply didn’t make sense for a man to talk to a woman about this kind of reasoning.

Women will always lack a bag, a pair of shoes, a dress. Anyway, they always had good reasons. Of course, sometimes they can’t be blamed for everything.

Women and men are not the same. When men get together in the evening, it’s often to have a necessary socialization through drinking.

Women get together at night and drink as well. However, they will intentionally show off their new bags and stuff.

They naturally mention their boyfriends or husbands in their conversations. This kind of pride and happiness is not something that men can understand.

Women can proudly and proudly say, is my boyfriend or husband to buy me things. Men often can not say such words. That is unless they are soft eaters.

In the socialization of women, women naturally want to maintain a decent. When a woman has no choice, her first reaction is to turn to her boyfriend or husband.

“This should be socialized or have to have. If I keep not going and not fitting in, then they won’t call me in the future and will intentionally alienate and ostracize me.

In case something happens inside the company or dirty and tiring work, I will definitely be asked to do it. In this current employment situation, what will I do if I really lose my job?” The young office worker sighed.

At this time, the beer that Masayoshi Kishimoto had asked for was brought to him first by the clerk. He picked it up and took a big sip. It was definitely impossible to talk about how good it was.

If one really wanted to drink good beer, then one would have to go to a specialized high-class beer hall. The people gathered there were generally not ordinary office workers, but white-collar elites.

They could enjoy a variety of craft beers from home and abroad, as well as specialty beers brewed by the store itself.

In his opinion, craft beer is not as magical as some people on the Internet make it out to be. It’s just a niche category hobby that tends to just feel so bitter, or even more bitter than traditional Chinese medicine, for most people’s tastes.

As for such and such a wonderful claim, it takes a long time to cultivate the taste buds of the tongue, and it is only then that some of the differences and variations will be slowly tasted.

“Okay, buy.” The young office worker did not insist again and again, and suddenly compromised down said.

He hung up the phone and raised his head to look up at the ceiling in fascination for a moment. He then picked up his chopsticks once again and haphazardly started eating.

Masayoshi Kishimoto was able to feel a sense of helplessness from the body language that the other party was sending out. In order to maintain such a relationship, he might be on the verge of losing even this little bit of enjoyment. After all, for an ordinary office worker, falling in love really wasn’t simple.

When the clerk appeared in front of Masayoshi Kishimoto again, a steaming bowl of Tonkotsu Ramen was delivered to him.