At half past six on Saturday night, Masayoshi Kishimoto and Rie Sakai appeared half an hour early in one of the most commonly used luxury private rooms in the Kiraku Haute Cuisine Pavilion. He sat lazily on the tatami mat, leaning sideways and resting his right elbow on a kneeling mat.

"Is it really okay for us to just wait and not go outside to greet Professor Suzuki and his wife?" asked Rie Sakai muttering.

"When they come, the proprietress will bring the two of them in person. You are still young, and your growth path is too conformist, and you have not completely gotten rid of the shackles of traditional etiquette and religion on your thoughts.

Professor Suzuki knew this very well, and I knew in my heart, that everyone was not here to eat, but to negotiate a deal. "Justice Kishimoto is unabashed, and he says it nakedly.

Rie Sakai understood it in her heart, but she still found it difficult to accept emotionally: "Anyway, we are juniors, and they are elders. ”

Masayoshi Kishimoto couldn't help but yawn and said, "Everything depends on the occasion." If we go outside the door to greet them, and don't we have something to ask for?

In this way, Professor Suzuki will see through the urgent thoughts in your heart, that is, you are determined to be a trainee Western flutist with the Tokyo Symphony Orchestra.

At that time, he will take the initiative and I will be passive. When he makes a bid, it is very likely that he will make another increase on the original base expectation. ”

Rie Sakai knelt beside him, staring at the man who had eaten at the same table with him and had lived under the same roof for almost two years.

Masayoshi Kishimoto noticed her strange gaze at her and said, "Don't be impatient, just wait patiently." They won't get lost and won't find here. ”

"I always don't think it's good. "Rie Sakai always crosses the line in her heart, and wants to obtain everything purely by her own strength.

Masayoshi Kishimoto just smiled. He knew that the first time Rie Sakai did something that violated traditional morality, he would inevitably feel guilty and even guilty in his heart.

These are all perfectly normal human reactions. Otherwise, he has the natural gift of being evil. Do it a few more times and you'll get used to it. To be precise, it recognizes the cruel reality of society.

Art? What is art? Is there a truly uniform standard? No. It seems to fit China's words, the leader says you can do it, you can do it, and if you can't do it, you can do it. The leader said you can't do it, and you can't do it.

"What are you laughing at?" asked Rie Sakai sensitively.

"I laugh at you, you're a rat carrying a gun. At home, you dare to raise the bar with me in all kinds of ways. Why can't you hold back as soon as you come to your professor?" said Kishimoto with a hippie smile.

"It's not the same. "Rie Sakai is deeply influenced by Japan's hierarchical system, and when facing high-ranking people, she will unconsciously lower her posture. She said hard in front of him.

"If you say it's different, it's different!" Kishimoto didn't want to have an endless bickering with her in a public place outside.

His soul is the soul of a Chinese. The education I received since I was a child is not the Japanese set of subordinates who must obey their superiors.

Revolution, equality for all...... Even, princes and generals, rather there is a kind of kind of Chinese textbook education content.

In the traditional logical thinking of the Chinese, either you stand and Lao Tzu kneels, or you kneel and Lao Tzu stands.

In the long history of modern China, the golden mean was once regarded as two-faced. Either the east wind overpowers the west wind, or the west wind overpowers the east wind.

I can't say which one is good or that one is bad. What he can accept is top-down innovation, which is not necessarily bad, after all, it is the best way to pay the least social cost.

The shortcomings are obvious, that is, they are not thorough enough, and a lot of remnants have been retained. Revolution, that is, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Is it really good? Wouldn't it just be a change of soup and not a change of medicine, and a change of ruling class to rule?

Even the gun is unstable, and the person who is afraid when he sees the little hooligan is still shouting for revolution, is simply funny. If you don't have the courage to commit suicide, don't think about revolution. What's so bad about having a bite to eat?

The door was suddenly opened, and the Suzuki couple appeared in front of Masayoshi Kishimoto and Rie Sakai. The two were dressed in traditional Japanese kimonos.

They dress in a formal and tasteful way, because for the elderly Japanese, the appearance of their own national costume is not considered rude on any occasion.

Rie Sakai suddenly stood up and took the initiative to step forward to greet her. At the same time, Kishimoto stood up lazily. He stood still, just a little smile on his face.

After a simple courtesy and greetings, the four of them sat down one after another. Masayoshi Kishimoto and Rie Sakai sat on one side, while Mr. and Mrs. Suzuki sat on the opposite side. The two men faced each other. The two women also faced each other.

When the proprietress saw that the guests had arrived, she instructed the people in the store to start serving. Masayoshi Kishimoto picked up the small wine bottle in front of him and took the initiative to reach out to Professor Suzuki and pour the wine. Professor Suzuki naturally picked up the empty wine glass and took the other party's toast.

"I like to make friends with old artists like Professor Suzuki. While pouring himself wine, Kishimoto deliberately did not call the other party an "intellectual" because people who study art are more likely to be called "artists".

He added the word "old", which not only shows the age of the other party, but also shows the other party's time attainments in the field of art.

"President Kishimoto, you're really wrong. I am ashamed to be called an old artist, I am just a servant who serves the goddess of art. Professor Suzuki smiled and drank from his glass.

Masayoshi Kishimoto has long been accustomed to performing on various occasions, and even if he says anything disgusting about bragging, he will not feel sick to his stomach.

In his thinking, there will be no acting in which the director shouts "passed". The better he performs, the more it shows that he has high emotional intelligence.

"Professor Suzuki, have another drink. Masayoshi Kishimoto handed the small wine bottle in his hand out again.

Professor Suzuki took a full cup again, but didn't drink it. At this time, he also picked up the small wine glass in front of him and personally wanted to pour a glass of wine for Kishimoto Masayoshi.

After Masayoshi Kishimoto drank the wine in his own cup first, he handed over the empty cup and took the other party's pouring wine. He wasn't in a hurry to get down to business at all, just waiting for Professor Suzuki to speak first.

What's more, I was prepared before I came here. Since the other party can inquire about himself, he also has the means and channels to inquire about some things about the other party.

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