Miyamoto Yukiko's aura is definitely not something that ordinary people can handle.
The person on the other end of the phone, Okuhata Ryuo, almost felt that his heart was about to stop. Angry sulking filled his chest and abdomen. As the young master of the Okuhata family, this was the first time that he was so afraid of Yukiko, a woman!
Even through the phone, Yu Xian could imagine the rage of the man on the other end of the phone, the grinding sound of his teeth, and the muffled sound of his fist hitting the table.
"I heard that you adopted a child and you are sending him to a new school today, right?" Okuhata said in a low voice on the phone.
Miyamoto Yukiko suddenly realized that no wonder Okuhata Ruo was able to find her phone address. It seemed that he was the same gang of debt collectors who came yesterday.
"What do you mean, Okuhata."
"It's not interesting. As the vice-principal of Tokyo University Art Elementary School, I just want to help you. You are still single now. How hard it must be to raise this adopted son alone and owe money to most martial arts schools in Tokyo.
"
"Besides, the Miyamoto family is already extremely lonely. You still have to take care of the burdensome child you brought back from the orphanage. Your life will only become more and more painful. Why bother?"
Okuhata's tone became more and more excited and confident.
"Ms. Miyamoto, can you consider marrying me? You don't have to pay back my family's money. If anyone dares to ask you for money, I am willing to spend money to litigate the case for you. I guarantee you will win! And that child, I
I can put aside my dignity as the young master of the Okuhata family and adopt him with you. I won’t despise him because of his poverty, but I just don’t want him to tarnish the main line of the Okuhata family.”
"Also, I heard that his grades are very poor. I can use my connections and power to transfer him to Class A in the elementary school affiliated to Dongda University. I can also share with him a share of the bursary that focuses on cultivating art students. This kid will be because of
You, and get happiness that you can’t even imagine.”
Okuhata Ruo spoke loudly, fearing that Miyamoto Yukiko would miss a word.
This is a very favorable condition. Miyamoto Yukiko is now like a person standing on the edge of a cliff. She has no reason to reject her. If the adopted little kid hears this news, he will definitely jump with excitement.
Get up and persuade her.
He is just a poor kid who was adopted from an orphanage. He has never seen much of the world. If it weren't for Miyamoto Yukiko, who would deal with that kind of low-class thing? As the eldest son of the Okuhata family, I am doing this.
All benevolence and righteousness are gone!
I! Okuhata Ruo! Invincible!
He clenched his fist fiercely.
Suddenly I heard a child's voice on the phone.
The voice was neither sad nor happy, and was very dull. It had a special charm, as clear as rain and snow: "You're going to be late for school, Xuezi, who are you talking to on the phone?"
Okuhata was almost stunned.
Yukiko? How dare you call her Yukiko?! She has never asked me to call her Yukiko!
"Oh, that's it. Is he finished?"
"Well, hang up when you're done."
Okuhata put his ear firmly against the phone, like a cockroach hiding in the corner and arching his body. He never heard any voice from Miyamoto Yukiko. The busy signal came from the phone, like a cockroach.
The little devil kept farting at him.
"Damn it!!!" Okuhata Ruo slammed the handle of the conversation on the ground. The dean standing next to him was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak.
"Today is the day of the school song swearing-in ceremony, right?"
"After taking the oath, please keep all the parents in the room and temporarily add an art performance report!"
Okuhata's eyes were bloodshot, and he clapped his hands on the table, "When Miyamoto Yukiko and that good-for-nothing little bastard arrive at school, arrange for the best talented art students to appear, Kirima Hiiraichi from Class S, and Hiiraichi from Class S
Call me all the black wood boys, and let me humiliate these two genius children vigorously. I must let this little orphan know what Dongda art is, let him open his eyes, and let him know that he and
The disparity in where our students are!”
The dean wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and whispered: "Don't worry! I will prepare the piano and Kurobutou for Kirima Hiiragi in advance..."
"Take out the most expensive violin in the school from the exhibition hall and give it to Kurobutou!" Okuhata shouted almost madly, "By the way, tell that little girl Kurobutou that someone called her a bastard.
Just say it was the kid who scolded me!"
"Junior student Yu Xian?" The dean looked down at the freshman report in his hand in a hurry. There was no photo of that child on the report, so he must have been admitted temporarily.
"Kurokutou is the adopted daughter of the Yuan family. The Yuan family has no children for a long time. They have always loved this child dearly. She will definitely inherit the Yuan family in the future. Last year, the Yuan family just wiped out all the gangs in Nishikai, Tokyo.
It's been resolved. The head of the Yuan family has not been angry for a long time. If Kuromu Tong tells the head of the Yuan family about this matter, it will be difficult for the school to handle it with the violent temper of the Yuan family!"
The dean was sweating profusely and his lips were trembling.
No matter how the school handles it, they can get away with it, but the Minamoto family has always been ruthless in killing, and their big hands can cover almost the entire western area of Tokyo. How could Master Okuhata have such trouble with a child?!
"You can't do this kind of thing, how are you going to get into our Okuhata family in the future." Okuhata Ruo walked to the side of the dean and pressed his bald head hard with his hands, almost pushing him into the ground.
"I know! Principal!" the dean shouted loudly, as if he was an emperor, "I will also prepare Yu Xian's childlike musical instruments in advance. It will definitely be a wonderful competitive performance!"
"Get him a bird instrument!"
Okuhata was so angry that he kicked the dean to the ground: "Let him go up empty-handed and embarrass himself in front of all the teachers, students, and parents of the school. Let this child become a joke that can never be erased from the art of Tokyo University! Let him go away in shame."
Go back to the orphanage!”
...
The car is driving on a flat road in the countryside, the snowflakes are retreating rapidly, the air conditioner sprays just the right amount of heat, and the moist air makes the whole body feel comfortable.
Yuxian Zhisheng suddenly said: "Are you going to pick me up after school, or should I go back by myself?"
Miyamoto Yukiko blinked her eyes, sighed in confusion, and affirmed: "Of course I will pick you up."
"Is this the case in the future?"
"Of course." Yukiko Miyamoto thought for a while and added, "But if I am working hard to make money, I might come to pick you up later, or ask someone else to pick you up."
"Oh, by the way." Miyamoto Yukiko opened the magnetic clasp of the black gold-plated leather bag with one hand, took out a two thousand yen bill, and handed it to Yu Xian's childish face.
Yu Xian, a young student, pressed her hand and pushed the money back: "I won't need these in school."
Before the economic bubble, 1 U.S. dollar could be exchanged for about 120 yen, which doubled in value. After that time, the yen became valuable. This was why Tokyoites could boast two years ago that a jurisdiction in Tokyo could buy New York.
The source of confidence. Just like a child who really wants a full set of genuine Lego Ninjago. It originally costs 30,000 yen, but after the currency appreciates, he can get it at half the price.
Now it's just the opposite.
Half of it is the flame of rising consumer desire, and half of it is a mirage under the foam of the waves. The result of the fusion of water and fire is an economic bubble surrounded by clouds and fog, thus turning into the current bleak picture of economic depression.
The Japanese yen has depreciated rapidly in the past two years. It is not worth anything at all, and it is really difficult to make money. There are many more homeless people on the streets than before.
"If there is a little girl you like, it's not a bad idea to treat her to some snacks." Yukiko Miyamoto insisted, "This is my obligation, accept it, childish."
"I don't want to do anything like this with your money."
Yuxian turned his head and looked aside, "It's really not necessary. Thank you, Xuezi."
But Miyamoto Yukiko still stuffed the money into Yu Xian's childish arms with an almost tough attitude. She looked forward, with a stubbornness that only belonged to her in her eyes: "I don't allow myself to let you be wronged.
.”
This time, Yu Xian, a young student, did not refuse. He folded the money and put it into the inner pocket of his school uniform.
"Is there anything else you want?" Miyamoto Yukiko asked.
"Please buy me some manuscript paper and a pen." Yu Xian said naively, "I want to practice drawing."
There should be no big problem in using painting to cover up writing novels. Pen and ink painting has been very popular in Kyoto in recent years. Good paintings can be sold for a lot of money. But it is difficult for newcomers to get ahead. If you are not famous, others will not even look at it.
Can't read.
It is easier to make money by writing novels.
After the beginning of spring in March, Japan's highest literary awards, the Literary Award, the Waseda First-Class Literary Award, the Keio Private School Manyo Gold Award, the Hollywood Best Movie Screenplay Award, etc. will follow one after another. It can be seen that the Japan Literary Society is really in the field of literature.
On the one hand, he was extremely distressed and resentful, and he spent money and administered harsh drugs, and he did not dare to refuse to accept the fact that Hollywood investment, which he hated the most, wanted to have a hand in the history of Japanese literature.
"No problem!" Miyamoto Yukiko felt that she was working hard, so she was very happy, and she felt a kind of nurturing happiness.
Yuxuan nodded, picked up the pen in his schoolbag, and wrote seven words on his small hand using Chinese characters that Miyamoto Yukiko couldn't understand.
These seven words contain many meanings.
In the world of my previous life, this novel ranked second in the English Centenary Literature Selection at the end of the 20th century. In that world of my previous life, a writer named Haruki Murakami once said, 'If I could only choose one
This book, I will only choose it.'. It has been filmed five times in the history of film, and every director is famous throughout the ages. It ranks second in the Eastern European film rankings, and its first place is known as the Bible for men forever.
"The Shawshank Redemption" cannot be surpassed. It won the Academy Award, the Academy Award for Best Score, the National Golden Globe Award, the British Academy of Film Arts Award... It once won awards and was reluctant to give up.
——"The Great Gatsby".
Let’s party, all over Japan, in this fragmented dream of money.
