His face was a little pale, and he was obviously frightened by the big movement just now. He might have been frightened to death if he had been any more vulnerable.
Grandmaster Aonoki looked at Yagura with a complicated expression, "Do you still remember when I asked you to help me make fake high-end tea sets?"
Yagura was startled, frowned and recalled: "About ten years ago..."
Komemon Shizu said ambitiously, could it be Ayako who was the one who slapped her in the face? That slap in the face made the old guy Aonoki blinded by the massive collection of rare tea sets, so he became full of greed?
It seemed that he was so frightened that his legs were weak and he could not stand still, or maybe he was a little tired because of his emotional ups and downs. Grandmaster Aonoki simply knelt down by the hole in the bridge, right opposite Yagura.
"But I did this myself before I became a grandmaster. In other words, I became a grandmaster just because of doing this. Isn't it ridiculous?" Grandmaster Aonoki's face was full of self-deprecation and sarcasm.
At this time, Ayako also came back from the phone call. She stood next to Shizuo Komemon and asked in a low voice: "What's going on?"
"Repertoire, Confessions of a Prisoner." Shizuo Komemon complained.
Anyway, it would take some time for Henggou's curly hair to come, and this matter might have something to do with Ayako, so he, who was always too lazy to listen, stood aside and listened.
"What does making counterfeit goods have to do with becoming a master?" Miss Mimura asked in confusion.
Grandmaster Aonoki sighed deeply, glanced at Ayako, and said meaningfully: "Actually, I originally thought that the tea ceremony should be simple, and I have always insisted on this idea.
But reality tells me that Ogasawara-ryu can do this because Ogasawara’s ancestors were the protocol officers of the shogun during the Kamakura period, and even the protocol officers of the emperor during the Muromachi period!
With such a heritage and background, the Ogasawara family has enough capital to carry forward this simple school and make it recognized by the world."
At this point, he became a little emotional, "And what about me? I have nothing. If I behave in the same way, I will only be despised by the arty guys and will not be recognized at all!"
It was a bit of a jump in thinking, but Shizuo Komemon generally understood it.
There are very few people in this world who really know how to appreciate the tea ceremony, and there are more lay people like him.
Therefore, the overall atmosphere of the tea ceremony is actually that a large group of rich and powerful guys are whitewashing the appearance, while the rest of the people are just blindly following the trend.
If you really teach tea ceremony to these people, it is actually more like playing the piano to an ox.
"After I saw through it, I changed my approach. Expensive tea sets, gorgeous techniques, and demanding requirements to attract people's attention..."
Grandmaster Aonoki sneered, "As expected, these things are very popular.
Those vulgar nouveau riche who knew nothing admired my imitation of ancient tea sets and were willing to spend a large sum of money to decorate them.
After I changed my style, my fame spread quickly, and the elusive position of master was easily obtained. Isn't it ridiculous?"
"No wonder he had such a big reaction to you using the Ogasawara style to demonstrate tea ceremony. He probably always felt that the Ogasawara style was also deceiving the world and stealing its reputation. It was a simple style on the surface, but in fact it was selling the Ogasawara name." Shizuo Komemon whispered to Ayako.
Ayako sighed slightly, "What I did back then was a little too much. The teacher must have been very sad at that time."
Shizuo Komemon touched her head and said, "Don't think so much. As an adult, he can't even bear this? Isn't that the reality?"
Yagura was silent for a while after hearing this, but still said angrily: "So you want to make everything public after you retire, so that you can give those people a slap in the face?
But have you considered Ryoichi? Aren’t you going to pass on the position of Grandmaster to him? If you make this public, what will he do after he inherits the position of Grandmaster?
And what about me? I’ve done so much for you, but in the end, in order to vent your anger over the years, are you planning to cut off my path?”
Only then did Shizuo Komemon remember that when Yoshiko Hanasaki explained it before, Yagura ran an antique shop, so he sold those counterfeit tea sets!
After Grandmaster Aonoki did this, Yagura not only failed to inherit the title of Grandmaster, but the reputation of the antique shop also became bad. I am afraid that he himself will never be able to raise his head again, which can be called a social death.
Facing Yagura's question, Grandmaster Aokino was speechless. He had been holding back his anger for so many years. As he got older, not only did it not subside, but it became more intense.
After his wife passed away, he was frightened all day long because of the monster legend, and his mind was not clear enough, so he didn't think much about it at all.
Shizuo Komemon spoke from the side and looked at Yagura, "You don't have to think about the future. Carrying so many weapons and preparing to kill people is obviously a criminal offense and belongs to..."
"Attempted murder?" Yuanzi stuck his head in from the side.
Shizuo Komemon glanced sideways at her, "Preparation for crime."
"Ah?" Yuanzi had never heard of this accusation and closed his mouth in a sullen voice.
"In short, given the situation in this country, you are already socially dead. Your reputation has been ruined whether you sell counterfeit antiques or not."
Shizuo Komemon gave Yagura a blow mercilessly. These guys wanted to make big news all day long and never let him take a quiet vacation.
Hearing this, Yagura clenched his huge fists, punched the wooden bridge, straightened up, and glared at Grandmaster Aonoki bitterly through the big hole in the bridge.
"If you didn't plan to make this public, even if you didn't choose me as your heir, I wouldn't do such a thing!"
Kyogoku was just like dealing with a little chicken, he pushed him back casually to prevent him from getting violent and hurting others in front of everyone.
Grandmaster Aonoki opened his mouth, and then murmured for a long time: "Actually, I plan to divide the three tea sets that Ayako gave me back then equally between you, Mimura, and Ryoichi, so that you will not have spent all these years with me in vain.
It’s just that it’s useless to say all this now, because my decision was too hasty.”
Ten minutes later, Curly Henggou arrived. He enthusiastically took Gumeimen Shizuo's hand and thanked him: "Ah, I'm really happy to see you from the Gumeimen Police Department again.
And you are still so enthusiastic to help solve the case, and this time you prevented a tragedy from happening, which is really touching..."
"Let go." Shizuo Komemon said with a dark face.
"Ah?" Henggou Zhenwu didn't react.
"I said let go, I don't like shaking hands with others." Shizuo Komemon said angrily.
Henggou was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered something he had heard, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.
"I understand. I have heard about the incident at the Gumeimen Police Department. Are you afraid that you will hurt me with too much force, so you don't want to shake hands? It's okay, you don't have to...ah!!!"
With a scream, Henggou Zhenwu felt that his bones were about to burst. His enthusiasm just got a step further, and tears filled his eyes.
After using a little strength, but not really hurting him, Komemon Shizuo finally got rid of this troublesome idiot.
The two grown men insisted on being so affectionate, which gave me goosebumps.
