Reborn Osaka Good Cop

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What is it written about? It seems that meat eaters are elites and cannot be any more elite. In fact, many of them are just rats occupying positions. I really believe in what the elites preach.

It's been a long time since I've seen a book that made me want to stay up all night reading it. This one is great! 👍 After reading more than a dozen chapters, I felt that the author's writing skills were good. It didn't look like a novice or an AI. I chased it all in one breath... And then, there was no more. I dug out the author's old books and found that the author also wrote about historical themes, and he wrote very well. I looked at "The Scarlet Song Dynasty" again: wow, we turned out to be old friends! I read this book, but later it was too slow to read, so I kept reading it and then abandoned it. I finished reading "Yunyong 1622" again, it's great! It's still a pleasure to watch it all in one sitting! But it felt like it ended in a hurry, I don't know why? The author's characteristics are that he has a very correct outlook on life, a grand layout, a fast pace, a lot of other words, and never changes a single word. Finally, I want to talk about the fast pace. It is not boring at all. Often important plots are explained in a few sentences and passed in one stroke. I particularly like this style. Shame on those AI dogs with low numbers. The ticket is given to you, come on! Also, let's do some statistics:

Komamura Kosuke complete character setting + life biography 1. Basic file Name: Komamura Kousuke Age: 27 years old (story 1984, Showa 59) Sister: Komamura Mio, 24 years old, 3 years younger than Komamura Years old Origin: A hereditary shrine family in Miyama, Nose Town, Osaka Prefecture. The family has been passed down for two hundred years. From generation to generation, they have guarded the small shrine "Yangshu Shrine" in the mountains. The shrine enshrines the wolf-shaped Koma Dog Relatives: Parents in Kosuke 15 years old, Mio 12 years old Both passed away due to illness when they were young, and the brother and sister depended on each other. They were the only relatives of each other in the world Identity and resume: orthodox graduate of the Shinto course of Kōgakukan University, priest of the shrine main hall, black belt ninth degree priest of the five major martial arts schools → Voluntarily canceled the priesthood, handed over the inheritance rights of the shrine, and became the exclusive confidant and personal guard of the Sorimachi Itora family. Character: Calm and taciturn on the outside, gentle and affectionate on the inside, bound by the compassion of Shinto, not fond of killing; accustomed to bear hardships alone, rarely confiding plight to outsiders; repaying kindness, once identified as loyal, trusting him with his life, unwavering loyalty; generous to others, only when facing enemies who hurt his benefactor or his sister, he will show his fierce and murderous side. Appearance: He is two meters tall. He has worked hard in the mountains all year round and practiced hard martial arts. He has broad shoulders and a strong body. His long black hair is simply tied behind his head, and his facial features are gentle and calm. When he was a priest, he wore washed old linen hunting clothes all year round. After becoming a guard of Yihu, he often wore dark wear-resistant clothes. He always carried an Iai dagger at his waist, and a bow and quiver for storage. 2. Shinto academic qualifications and priestly qualifications School attended: Mie Ise Kōgakukan University (No. 1 Priestly university in Japan) School of Letters, Shinto disciplines Authoritative positioning: Japan's two official institutions for cultivating priests One, attached to the Ise Jingu Shrine, is the first choice for hereditary shrines in rural areas of Western Japan and Kansai; the teaching of practical sacrifices, ancient methods of small mountain shrines, and the faith of Komokuyama God is far superior to that of Tokyo Kokugakuin University. The connections and recognition of Kansai Shrine surpasses Kokugakuin. Study channels: Special admission channel for shrine children. With a recommendation letter from the previous generation of the palace minister, you can enter the shrine without taking an examination. You can apply for an exclusive scholarship from the shrine main office to reduce the burden on poor families. Core training content Majors: "Kojiki" and "Enki Shiki" Shinto classics, a full set of official sacrificial rituals, religious legal person shrine management regulations, Kansai mountain mountain god folk customs, the ancient method of soul-soothing rituals of wolf dogs passed down by families; Electives: kendo and kyudo compulsory elective courses in the school martial arts field. Complete process for priestly promotion ① After four years of undergraduate study and completing all the hard courses, one can directly obtain the full-level priesthood of the main shrine and have the basic qualifications to inherit rural shrines; ② After graduation, he returned to the Langshou Shrine and practiced for a whole year. He became proficient in the secret rituals of two hundred years of family sacrifices. After passing the examination, he was promoted to the rank of Ming. He became the highest priestly qualification of the local small character shrine and could fully manage the shrine legal person, clan villages, and sacrificial ceremonies; release Compliance process for abandoning the priesthood (matching Showa's "Religious Legal Person Law") The shrine's worship hall, the mountains and forests within the territory, and the sacred land are collectively owned by the entire village and cannot be sold privately; only the private ancestral forests under the name of Kosuke can be mortgaged and transferred in exchange for funds. Complete process: Submit a written resignation application to the Osaka Prefectural Shrine Office, and voluntarily cancel the Ming-level priesthood; summon all the clansmen in the village and elders of the same clan to hand over the ancestor tablets, sacrificial instruments, shrine account books, and ancient methods of mountain god maintenance one by one; hand over the complete inheritance rights of the palace minister to a side cousin with a gentle personality and familiar with the festival, and completely withdraw from the inheritance of the shrine family. 3. Martial arts system (supported by historical facts in the 1980s, all schools are at full level) The Komamura family motto: Priests need to practice both civil and martial arts to protect the divine domain and protect the villagers with martial arts. Kousuke has been practicing since he was a boy. He has obtained official ninth-degree black belts in all four major Japanese martial arts, and has also practiced Bajiquan to reach the master level. (1) Japan's native martial arts, black belt 9th degree Iai Kendo has no outflow Origin: The ancestor was a lower-level samurai of the Kii clan and passed down the ancient art of drawing swords; he passed the 9th degree kendo exam for further study at the university martial arts school. Good at narrow alleys and night raids, giving priority to subduing opponents and not causing fatal injuries unless necessary. Hioki-ryu and Gyukyūdo Origin: The Spring and Autumn Mountain Hunting Festival of the shrine requires the use of bows to worship the gods, and people go to the mountains every day to practice bow-drawing since childhood. Their eyesight and endurance are far superior to those of ordinary kyudo practitioners, and they are suitable for long-distance covert surveillance and remote containment of enemies. Ueshiba-ryu Aikido The young man went to Kansai's old Aikido dojo to practice for three years. The core of the technique is consistent with the concept of Shinto compassion. It relies on offloading, grappling, and throwing to subdue multiple people without injury. It is suitable for arrest, interrogation, and close control. Goju-ryu Karate Long-term training in the Osaka dojo, combined with heavy-bearing work in the mountains, strengthens the body. The physical body has strong resistance to blows, and has outstanding advantages in frontal close combat. (2) Chinese Martial Arts: Bajiquan (Grandmaster Level, Equivalent to the Nine-dan Hidden Killing Move) Era Background: In the 1970s, Sino-Japanese diplomatic relations were normalized, and martial arts exchanges were fully opened. Osaka, as the core city of Kansai's exchanges with China, has famous Bajiquan masters from the mainland to give lectures all year round. Practice experience: During my studies at the Royal Academy, I traveled between Ise and Osaka during winter and summer vacations. I practiced hard with Chinese martial arts masters for several years and mastered the six major moves, the eight major moves, and a complete set of core techniques for close-up fighting. Practical positioning: Deliberately hidden on weekdays and rarely exposed; used as a defense-breaking move when encountering armed thugs and extremists. The fierceness and short strength can break through the siege of many people. 4. Core plot conflict: Sister Mio Komamura's disease setting Name of the disease: Acute intermittent porphyria (AIP), an autosomal recessive genetic disease. The brother and sister are both gene carriers. Kosuke has no symptoms of the disease throughout his life. Mio was completely healthy before the age of 23, with no history of childhood frailty. Timeline of onset (acute outbreak only in the past year) Before the age of 23, Mio normally participated in shrine sacrifices and farm work in the mountains and forests without any discomfort; in 1983 (one year before the story), long-term humid environment in the mountains, persistent mental anxiety, and common analgesics in rural clinics were multiple triggers, which induced an acute attack of the genetic defect. Four consecutive severe emergencies within one year: severe tearing abdominal pain, paralysis of limbs, cloudy vision, repeated vomiting, and brief trance. He was sent to many hospitals in Kansai, but all were misdiagnosed as gastrointestinal diseases. It was not until 1984 that he was diagnosed through a special biochemical test at Osaka Prefectural General Hospital. Limitations of Japanese medical treatment in 1984 There is no standardized radical treatment plan in Kansai. The hospital can only rely on glucose infusion to temporarily relieve severe pain; conservative maintenance can only delay for a year at most. Repeated attacks can cause permanent nerve paralysis, laryngeal paralysis, suffocation and sudden death. U. S. Standardized cure program (cycle 1 to 2 years, no recurrence for life after recovery) In 1983, the U. S. FDA's specific drug hematin was officially approved. Boston Children's Hospital is the world's top diagnosis and treatment center for rare metabolic diseases. Treatment plan: In the first 6 months of hospitalization, intensive intravenous medication will be used to remove accumulated toxins in the body and completely terminate acute attacks; in the following 6 to 12 months, outpatient conditioning will repair the damaged nervous system; at the end of the complete course of treatment, complete cure will be achieved, without the need for lifelong medication. Economic Desperate The total cost of round-trip air tickets to the United States, hospital treatment fees, imported special medicines, and accompanying food and accommodation is 27 million yen; the annual charity and farmland income of Langmori Shrine is less than 2 million yen, and the brother and sister have saved less than 2 million over the years. The huge financial gap forced Kosuke to consider transferring his ancestral property and abandoning the shrine. Complete Biography Chapter One: Protecting each other in the mountains, young people practicing civil and martial arts (1957-1977) The Rangshu Shrine in the mountains of Nose Town, Osaka, has been guarded by the Komamura family for two hundred years. Their ancestors were warriors of the Kii Domain in the Warring States Period, passing down the dual inheritance of Shinto sacrifices and martial arts. When Kosuke was 15 years old, both his parents died of illness, and Mio, who was only 12 years old, completely relied on his brother for life. The young Kosuke is responsible for most of the affairs of the shrine. During the day, he reads ancient Shinto books and takes care of the Spring and Autumn Festival. At the age of 18, he was admitted to the Shinto Department of Ise Kōgakukan University through the shrine's special recruitment channel with the recommendation letter of the previous priest. He was the first orthodox four-year Shinto undergraduate in Nose Town in decades. The whole village's priests and family members believed that he would be the next qualified priest of Langmori Shrine. Chapter 2: Studying in Ise and practicing hard in various ways (1977-1981) The Imperial Academy is adjacent to Ise Shrine and has the most complete sacrificial practice dojo in Western Japan. Kousuke immersed himself in the study of ancient Shinto rituals and spent almost all day in the school's martial arts dojo after school, gradually passing the fourth- to ninth-dan levels in Kendo, Kyudo, Aikido, and Karate. In the 1970s and 1980s, the upsurge of Sino-Japanese martial arts exchanges swept across Kansai, and famous Chinese Bajiquan masters visited Osaka to give lectures all year round. During the winter and summer vacations, Kosuke traveled between Ise and Osaka to learn Baji Quan from his master. He combined Chinese fierce short fighting with the core of restraint and etiquette of Japanese martial arts to form a set of practical fighting methods that would not easily kill people. After completing his four-year studies, Kousuke obtained the rank of a full-level priest and returned to Nose Town for a year as an intern at the Romami Shrine. He completely inherited the family's unique wolf-shaped komaru soul-suppressing ritual. At the age of 22, he was successfully promoted to the rank of Ming-level priest and held the full inheritance rights of the shrine. The elders of his clan and the priests of surrounding villages and towns all had high hopes for him. For the next five years, Kosuke took care of the shrine alone, while Mio was by his side to help take care of the guards and clean the grounds. The brother and sister lived a stable and peaceful life, never expecting that disaster was coming. Chapter Three: Sudden Serious Illness, Dilemma (1983-1984 Story Beginning) In the autumn of 1983, 23-year-old Mio suffered from severe abdominal pain and numbness in her limbs for the first time. The rural clinic hastily prescribed analgesics without finding out the root cause. Throughout the next year, the symptoms worsened repeatedly. During the attack, Mio was in so much pain that she could not stand, became unconscious, and her urine turned dark red when exposed to light. Kosuke took his sister to various hospitals in Kansai and spent most of his family's savings, but he still couldn't get a diagnosis. Until a severe attack in 1984, Mio was sent to Osaka Prefectural General Hospital for emergency treatment. After special testing, he was diagnosed with acute intermittent porphyria. The doctor told the current situation bluntly: There is no radical cure in Japan. Only the Boston Hospital in the United States has mature and effective drugs. A complete recovery can be achieved in 1 to 2 years of treatment. However, the astronomical cost of 27 million yen is definitely not something that a poor priest family can afford. Kousuke emptied all his savings and sold crops in the mountains, only to get more than one million yuan, which was far from the initial treatment fee. In desperation, he proposed to the elders of his clan to mortgage his private forest and transfer the management rights of the shrine, intending to give up the two-hundred-year inheritance of the shrine. This move aroused fierce opposition from the entire clan. The elders scolded him for betraying the ancestral realm and threatened to expel him from the Komamura family tree if he persisted in doing so. On one side is the shrine that has been adhered to for generations and carries the faith of the ancestors, and on the other side is the only biological sister who grew up with me. Kousuke knelt in front of the wolf-shaped stone dog at the shrine late at night and kowtowed all night long. His fingertips were bruised and bleeding. He finally made up his mind: mortgage his family property to raise medical expenses, hand over the shrine's inheritance rights, give up his lifelong priesthood, and give his sister a chance to survive. Chapter 4: Setting up a stall in the hospital, meeting the benefactor Sorimachi Kazutora by chance (Autumn day of 1984) The procedure for transferring the ancestral property was long and the funds could not be received immediately. Mio had a critical attack and was rushed to the Osaka Prefectural Hospital, with the risk of suffocation at any time. Desperate, Kosuke broke the clan rule that priests were not allowed to go to the city for profit, and set up a simple prayer stall on the sidewalk at the main entrance of the hospital: he placed a miniature stone carving of a wolf dog and a blank royal seal tent. Dressed in faded old hunting clothes, he recited pure scriptures all day long and sold hand-drawn peace guards in exchange for meager donations. Most passers-by regard him as a swindling warlock, and gangsters on the street repeatedly come forward to snatch the ornaments and drive him away wantonly. One day, several gangsters surrounded the stall and started provoking a fight. Kousuke did not want to hurt anyone, so he used Aikido to subdue all of them without any injuries. His restraint and strength were clearly visible to the Osaka Prefectural Police Sorimachi Ichitora who came to the hospital to collect evidence and handle the case. Sorimachi Ichitora can see at a glance that Kousuke has a loyal character, a strong sense of love and perseverance, and is by no means an opportunistic person. Yihu took the initiative to talk to him. At first, Kousuke was unwilling to reveal his embarrassment. After several conversations, he finally revealed all the reasons why his sister had a rare genetic disease, went to the United States for treatment, and gave up the shrine and family business to raise money. Knowing the seriousness of the disease and the huge expense, Sorimachi Kazutora immediately extended a helping hand: he advanced the entire treatment cost of 27 million yen in full and allowed Kosuke to repay it in interest-free installments in the future; he used family resources to simplify the cumbersome Japan-U. S. Entry and exit and overseas medical approval procedures in the 1980s; he contacted reliable personnel in the United States and cooperated with Boston specialists to reserve hospital beds, and arranged full-time translators and escorts to escort Mio to the United States for long-term treatment. Seeing his sister, who was suffering from illness, boarding a flight to the United States with his own eyes, a heavy burden fell on Kosuke's heart. He knew that this life-saving grace was a redemption that he could not repay even if he spent his whole life as a priest and exhausted his inheritance for generations. Chapter 5: Delivering the Shrine and swearing lifelong loyalty After settling Mio who went to the United States for recuperation, Kousuke returned to the Miyama Rōmori Shrine in Nose Town alone and completed a full set of handover procedures in strict accordance with the laws and regulations of religious corporations: a written application was submitted to the Osaka Shrine Hall Please voluntarily cancel the Ming-level priesthood; convene all the clansmen in the village and elders of the same clan to hand over the sacrificial procedures, ancient methods of mountain god maintenance, shrine account books over the years, ancestral tablets and a full set of sacrificial instruments one by one, and transfer all the powers of the palace to the gentle and reliable side cousin. Although the elders of the same clan still regretted that he gave up the inheritance of the shrine for two hundred years, they understood that all his choices were only to save his dependent sister, and properly arranged the successors of the shrine. In the end, they no longer harshly blocked him and acquiesced in his leaving the shrine family. On the night after the delivery was completed, Kousuke rushed to Osaka Sorimachi Kazutora's private residence overnight, took off the priest hunting clothes he had worn for more than ten years, knelt down on one knee, and swore a blood oath with his own life: "Komamura Kousuke, today gave up the sacred domain that he has been guarding for two hundred years with priest blood and has been guarded for generations. From now on, he will no longer have the status of the wolf guardian of the shrine. Master Sorimachi gave his sister a way to rebirth. This favor is more important than my ancestors' ancestry and my own life. From now on, my martial arts, mind, and life will all be driven by you. What you say is the right path. No matter the road is dangerous or dangerous, I will never back down or have any second thoughts. I will guard, run, and face dangers for you all my life. " Takeno Hideichi asked him: What if Ichitora asked you to die? Kosuke Komamura: If you say yes, then even death must be——yes! Chapter 6: Accompanied by retainers, two lines of concern (follow-up positioning of the main story line) Since then, Kousuke has become Sorimachi Kazutora's unique confidant. He deliberately hides all martial arts ranks on weekdays and only claims to know a little basic self-defense. Only Kazutora knows about his top martial arts strength. His unique multiple backgrounds have become a key support for Sorimachi Kazutora in investigating Zaibatsu smuggling and underground transactions of extremists: Rural shrines and mountain village clans throughout Kansai are well connected, and can go deep into remote mountainous areas to collect secret clues about Zaibatsu's underground activities; Kyudo is good at long-distance surveillance of docks and mountain warehouses; Iai and Bajiquan are used to fight against professional thugs hired by Zaibatsu; The airway is undamaged to subdue the target, which facilitates police interrogation and evidence collection; Proficient in a full set of Shinto rituals and Kansai folk customs, he can sneak into secret gathering places of various extremist forces in the name of praying and offering sacrifices to detect intelligence; My heart is always concerned about Mio, who is being treated in the United States. Every time he completes a dangerous mission, he will ask Yihu about the progress of his sister's recovery. This concern is the spiritual pillar that keeps him loyal and bravely protecting the Lord. After 1 to 2 years, Mio completed a complete course of treatment in the United States and returned to China after a complete recovery. The brother and sister were able to live together in peace; but Kousuke still abided by the blood oath he made that day and followed Sorimachi Ichitora throughout his life.

After listening to the book for more than ten chapters, I felt a sense of familiarity. The Riddler, the blunt and direct language style, and the perspective of God who plots behind the scenes and thinks he is smart and can calculate everyone. I clicked on the author's homepage and saw "The Great Era Begins in 1983." Sure enough, but that book involves some domestic characters who are sensitive, so being a Riddler is understandable. This book is set in Japan. You can write it freely. It will be much better if it is less inexplicable and confusing. It should be thorough and thorough.

🎭 Character: Reborn Osaka police, both good and evil 🎬 Plot: The beginning is in crisis. Is it colluding with the underworld or being framed? It's worth looking forward to. ✒️Writing: medium to upper level, smooth

What do you say about Japan? If Britain during the Cold War was a paradise for the KGB, then Japan is a paradise among CIA paradises. Don't do anything that touches the nerves of Americans, otherwise you should win a prize among hangings, car accidents, heart attacks, falling into water, and falling from buildings.

I haven't posted a review for a long time. One of the few novels that is fast-paced and unsuitable. I read Two Points two nights in a row 😴

The plot seems a bit confusing. It is set that the protagonist has absorbed the memory of his original body. But according to the plot, the protagonist has no idea about his background energy network, and he is reinstated without doing anything. It should have been a fun plot, but it didn't work.

The only novel I can't wait to catch up on is that I am addicted to the case. When reading this kind of novel, it is easy to cross names, but the substitutions are wrong.

It's a really good book. I think this book is okay. The plot and writing are good, and there are main and hidden plots. But the data is so bad, I can't understand it.

I haven't seen it yet, so I'll give it a try with the first three monthly passes.

Write quickly, I haven't seen you put it on the shelves yet, I'm reading it now

🎭 Character: Osaka Police 🎬 Plot: A policeman gets promoted and gets rich ✒️ Writing style: Level 5 boss, that is, the novels he has written recently have not been published by millions of readers.

There are two completely different backgrounds hidden in Chiyo's bones and blood. One layer is the noble dignity infiltrated by the Taisho Chinese family, which is the innate magnanimity of the direct daughter of the Konoe clan of the Gosho family; the other layer is the extreme restraint that has been tempered for half a life, which is the life principle she abides by throughout her life to protect secrets and protect her relatives. The Chiyo Sorimachi that the world sees always speaks softly and has a straight back. He is neither happy nor sad, nor angry. However, with the most peaceful attitude, he supports the dignity of the two families and keeps a secret that spans decades. She was never a vine attached to others, but a high wall standing alone, the only and eternal line of defense for Somachi Muneaki. 1. The 10th year of Taisho and the age of 21: Be measured and keep your heart within the bounds In the 10th year of Taisho (1921), Chiyo, who was twenty-one years old, was a top Chinese daughter carefully raised by the Konoe family. She acquired a complete combination of Chinese and Western studies since childhood. She is familiar with diplomatic etiquette, business rules and Sinology. Her conversational knowledge and demeanor are far superior to those of famous women of her time. At that time, Japan's new and old trends of thought blended together, and most Chinese children were addicted to fame and glitz. Only Chiyo was always sober and self-possessed, with gentle eyebrows but a magnanimous aura, and a sense of dignity that was neither humble nor overbearing. This year, the sea in Yokohama Port was rough. As an accompanying translator, she accompanied the Konoe family mission to contact John Rockefeller Jr., Who had just entered the Japanese market. Unlike others who were shy, flattering and cautious, she was dressed in a dark blue kimono with dark patterns that made her elegant and dignified. A fine pearl lapel pin on her collar was her only decoration. When saluting, the back is straight and upright, without any hint of groveling; when looking at each other, the eyes are clear and magnanimous, and the person speaks fluent and standard British English, neat and precise, without any redundancy. During business negotiations, she not only accurately translated every obscure business clause, but also quietly pointed out the hidden rules of the Japanese business world, quietly avoiding many unknown business risks for Little John. Her professionalism, transparency and sense of proportion are particularly eye-catching among the crowd of entourage who follow the trend. Walking together day and night for two months was the most vivid heartbeat in her ordinary youth. Little John was deeply attracted by this cool and transparent temperament, and took the initiative to show his kindness many times. Expensive jewelry, grand dinners, and layers of temptations came one after another, but she declined them all. She has never been deliberately alienated or cold-hearted, nor has she gone too far. She always adheres to the bottom line and sense of propriety of a Chinese daughter, and she is open-minded and has clear boundaries in her dealings with others. On the eve of the farewell in Kamakura, the moonlight soaked into the courtyard, and the evening breeze blew away the clear shadows of the branches and leaves. Little John suddenly held her hand and said bluntly that he would take her to New York and promise her stability and glory for the rest of her life. This was the only time she lost her composure in her life, her fingertips trembled slightly, and her heart was throbbing like never before, but after a moment, she still withdrew her hand steadily and calmly. The moonlight fell on her shoulders, and her voice was soft, but every word was pronounced, and she was sober without any hesitation: "Mr. Rockefeller, you have your business empire, and I have my family responsibility. If I go with you, it will be a scandal for the Konoe family, and it will be an affair on your resume. It will not be considerate of me or you." It's a rare opportunity in my life to be able to accompany you on this journey and understand the business map you wrote." She finally accepted the anonymous trust and a set of silver tea spoons given by the other party, but never explored the trust account and locked the certificate intact in the deepest part of the closet, untouched for decades. This choice is never about being arrogant and pretentious, but about self-esteem and transparency that are engraved in the bone marrow. She knew very well that favors should be reserved in desperate situations, and her dignity never needed to be supported by anyone's power or wealth. The set of silver tea spoons was the only memory she retained. Over the next forty years, she used them every day and became warm and shiny with the care of time. 2. The Early Showa Period·Thirty-five to fifty-eight years old: dedicated to running the family, hiding the secret of love for half a life As time goes by, the current situation changes, and the glory of the Chinese family gradually fades. Chiyo lost her youth, followed her heart and decisions, and has been dating John Rockefeller Jr. For more than ten years. In the early Showa era, at the age of thirty-five, she became pregnant with her eldest son Muneaki, and her peaceful life suddenly became turbulent. In order to protect Muneaki, she chose to marry into the declining Sorimachi clan of the Samurai family, willing to shed the aura of the famous Konoe clan and become an ordinary Sorimachi wife. There were endless disputes within the Konoe family. The clan members were wary of the power of the Rockefeller family and were afraid that this secret relationship would lead to disaster. Some people forced her to have an abortion, while others ordered her to cut off the past and eliminate all connections. When the whole city was in a storm and everyone was under pressure, it was the always gentle Chiyo who made the decision alone and set the rules for the rest of her life: the child must be born, bear the surname of Sorimachi of her husband's family, hide her life experience for life, and never recognize her ancestors. She single-handedly overcame family criticism, worldly speculation and unknown risks, and built the first secret barrier for Zongming. The second year after marrying into the Sorimachi family, she quietly became the actual helmsman of this dilapidated family. Externally, she is a gentle, decent and well-controlled Mrs. Sorimachi. She skillfully navigates the Chinese circles and business circles. She works step by step to restore her husband's family's decline, allowing the declining Sorimachi clan to regain a foothold in Kansai and maintain the last dignity of the family. Internally, she is thoughtful and well-planned, taking care of her family, livelihood, and upbringing of her children without leakage. Since Zong Ming was born, he has lived under the extremely tolerant care of his mother. His milk powder was the same type that she purchased from the United States through various trustees. His enlightenment education was carefully taught by top sinology teachers she personally selected. His tuition fees, connections and confidence in life from childhood to adulthood came from Chiyo's private property and did not involve the resources of the Machiya family. She devoted everything she had to giving her child the best foundation, but she never let him know anything about it. In order to protect the secret of Zong Ming's life experience, she deliberately lived like a loving mother, being clear-cut to the outside world and hiding her deepest love. Facing her second son Sorimachi Jiro, she was a gentle and doting ordinary mother in the eyes of the world. She would fly kites with him in the garden, praise his intelligence and agility in public, register all the properties and shops in his name, and openly reveal her warmth and preference. Only for her eldest son Zongming, she was so strict that it was almost inhumane. If he had any slight omissions in his homework, he would be severely punished and corrected; if he behaved in the slightest impetuous manner, she would patiently discipline him and polish his character. Growing up, she rarely spoke softly to him or showed her preference. In front of outsiders, she deliberately downplayed her concern for him, making everyone believe that Muneaki was just the most ordinary and least special eldest son of the Somachi family. No one knows that every late night, when Zong Ming is asleep, she will always sit alone outside the door of her son's bedroom, quietly staring at the boy's peaceful sleeping face, and gently rubbing the plain pearl brooch around her neck with her fingertips - it was the only token of little John that was worthless, but she treasured it for the rest of her life. It's not that she doesn't love, it's that she doesn't dare to love. The more special a child is, the easier it is for others to spy on him; the more deliberately he is alienated, the more he can protect his normal life. The ultimate love turned into calm thoughtfulness and forbearing restraint. Zong Ming was young and decided to become a policeman. At that time, everyone in his family opposed it, thinking that being a policeman was too humble and demeaning because he was of Chinese descent and descended from an aristocratic family. Amid the room full of doubts, only Chiyo stayed silent all night and finally agreed calmly. She neatly tidied the collar of her son's police uniform with her own hands. Her tone was calm, but she had great confidence: "If you want to do it, just do it. Remember two things: first, keep the bottom line and don't touch the black and gray; second, if you encounter something you can't handle, go home and say it. If the sky falls, my mother will be there." In front of others, she calmly let her son run towards danger. Road; Queen, she used the old connections of the Konoe family that she had accumulated throughout her life to open up connections in the Tokyo police circles. As her natal family, the Aso family also provided a lot of resources for Muneaki. She also secretly contacted Rockefeller's agent in Japan, leaving the simplest and most profound instructions: no promotion, no special accommodation, just to keep him safe throughout his life. She never asked her son to take advantage of the opportunity to reach the top, but only asked him to stay safe and live a stable life. 3. Showa 33: Fifty-eight years old: Simple words in the tea room, calmness hides pressure Showa 33, fifty-eight-year-old Chiyo has long faded away from youthfulness, and the years have accumulated a clear and calm demeanor. Tempered by wind and rain for half a lifetime, she still has a tall and straight posture, elegant manners, and gentle eyebrows. There is no trace of vicissitudes of life, only the calmness and determination of having experienced the world. This year, the eldest son Zongming decided to get married. The information of his fiancée Iwamura Ya was handed to her. With just a glance, she saw through all the disguises. It is rumored by the outside world that Iwamuraya is the illegitimate daughter of the Makino family, with an innocent appearance. Only Chiyo can see through the truth at a glance: the so-called Makino status is just a cloak, and she is actually the illegitimate daughter of the Aso family. On the eve of the wedding, the two were alone in the tea room. Chiyo is sitting on his knees in front of the tea stove. He is dressed in a simple and elegant kimono. His fingertips are slender and clean, and his nails are neatly trimmed. He is holding an imperial tea set, ordering tea, pouring water, and whisking foam. The whole set of actions is smooth, dignified and elegant. Decades of noble upbringing are engraved in every word and action. She had a gentle look and a soothing tone, exactly like a kind mother-in-law. She first softly sent her blessings: "When you marry into the Sorimachi family, you will become a family. Muneaki has an upright temperament and a good mind. You will live a good life in the future. As a mother, I only have blessings." Her words were gentle and warm, but the next sentence she spoke instantly pierced all disguises, causing Asoya opposite to suddenly tighten her cuffs and turn pale. "But I have to explain something to you. The daughter of the Makino family performs a twelve-step ceremony, and you walk seven steps when entering the door. It is the rule of the Zaibatsu family. There are only a handful of Makinos who are willing to receive the Zaibatsu - you are from the Aso family, am I right?" She did not press forward step by step, did not question harshly, and even her expression did not change, her tone did not change, she just stated the facts calmly, her eyes were clear and clear. Without waiting for the other party to panic and defend, she continued to speak slowly, her words soft but critical: "I won't expose you, and I don't blame you. Every daughter wants to marry decently, and I understand that the Aso family wants to borrow the Makino family's name. But you have to remember two things." "First, it's good to marry her. It's a good idea to protect Muneaki and this family. He's dangerous in investigating the case. Don't hold him back, don't ask about his work, and don't bother him with his family's affairs. Secondly, don't ask about things that shouldn't be done, and don't check into things that shouldn't be investigated. It's okay to be curious about Muneaki's life experience, and the relationship between the Somachi family and the Konoe family. Don't talk about it outside, and don't do anything. Check. You have to know that there are some things that the Aso family can't handle, and you can't handle it either." After that, she raised her hand and filled half a cup of tea for Asoya, with a calm look in her eyes: "You are a smart girl, you should understand what I mean, the Sorimachi family won't. It's all thanks to you; if you dare to think wrong, I can let you marry in happily, and I can also let you go back peacefully." There was no harsh words, no coercion, no coercion in the whole process, but the calmness of knowing everything about the world and the confidence to turn his hands into clouds and rain have already enveloped the entire tea room. The true majesty of the Chinese people is never found in the volume of voice or posture, but in the transparency of their eyes and the determination to control everything. These reminders were both inclusive and a solemn warning. She protected Zong Ming's final stability and secret in the most gentle way. 4. Showa thirty-nine years, sixty-four years old: restrain grief and spend the rest of his life well Showa thirty-nine years, sixty-four-year-old Chiyo has already spent half of his life in peace, and his life has returned to peace and tranquility. She still makes tea and sits quietly every day, practicing her writing and writing, guarding a small courtyard, waiting for her children and grandchildren to grow up safely. At that time, she thought that half of the storms of her life had passed, and that the rest of her life would only be peaceful. However, she did not expect that a sudden and heavy blow from fate would shatter her half-life of tolerance and expectations. When the bad news of Zong Ming's death came, she was sitting alone on the porch making tea. The servant rushed to report the news in a hurry, and the panic tone broke the tranquility of the courtyard. The tea spoon in her hand only paused slightly, and half of the warm tea leaves fell out. She didn't lose her composure, didn't faint from crying, or even panic at all. She just slowly put down the tea utensil in her hand, looked calm, and whispered three words: "I got it." Turning around and entering the bedroom, she stayed alone behind closed doors for the entire day. No one knows what kind of collapse and pain this mother in her sixties endured behind closed doors that day. One day later, she pushed open the door and walked out. She was still neatly dressed, her hair was meticulous, and her back was still as straight as ever. However, the redness in her eyes and her thin cheeks betrayed her extreme sadness. She personally went to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department to pick up her son's ashes and organized the entire funeral. Every detail of the greetings and farewells, as well as the etiquette and worship, was thoughtful, solemn and solemn. Facing all relatives, friends and guests, she always looked calm and calm, and never shed a tear from beginning to end. Everyone lamented that Mrs. Somachi was cold and emotionless, and no one knew about her. She never vented her grief in front of others, but only swallowed and endured it alone. The funeral ended, everyone dispersed, and she was the only one left sitting alone in the cemetery late at night. The cold moonlight shrouded the tombstone. She sat quietly until late at night, her fingertips repeatedly rubbing the pearl brooch she had worn on her chest for decades, and her warm palms covered the cool jade material until it was hot. Half a lifetime of forbearance, half a lifetime of protection, and half a lifetime of expectations all collapsed at this moment, leaving only the silent night and the cold tombstones for all the restrained grief. Soon after, David Rockefeller made a special trip to Japan to meet him. At that time, Chiyo was wearing a solemn dark gray kimono, sitting at the main seat in the hall, with an upright posture and a calm demeanor, exactly the same as when he first met Little John decades ago. Facing the powerful Rockefeller descendants, she did not beg humblely, cry out for grievances, or bend the knee to show weakness. She just nodded slightly in greeting as an equal to an old friend. She was clear-cut and spoke in a calm tone, as if telling someone else's past events. She recounted the complete causes and consequences of Muneaki's death in the line of duty, detailed the entrenched forces behind the smuggling chain, and informed Muneaki of the comprehensive arrangements for entrusting his youngest son to Jiro before his death. The whole process was calm, restrained, rational and transparent, without any gaffe or pretentiousness. Until the end of her words, decades of forbearance, half a lifetime of regrets, and the severe pain of losing a child finally caused her steady voice to tremble slightly. This was the only time in her life that she showed her vulnerability in front of outsiders: "Zong Ming never touched a single cent of Rockefeller's fortune in his life, and never enjoyed a day's blessings from the family. He thought that until his death he thought I am just the son of the Sorimachi family, an outstanding eldest son of an ordinary family. I don't ask for anything else, I just ask you to protect his child and protect Yihu. Don't let him follow the same path as his father, and don't let him get involved in these troubles again." After receiving David's solemn agreement, she gently nodded and thanked him, with a magnanimous and neither humble nor arrogant attitude. This is not the prayer of a weak person, but a mother trying her best to seek stability for her grandson for the rest of his life. 5. Leave the rest of your life blank: Keep secrets throughout your life, just wish to be ordinary After Zongming passed away, Chiyo took off the pearl brooch that she had worn for decades, wiped it clean carefully, and put it into the deepest part of the jewelry box, completely sealing the heartbeat of her youth and the bond of half her life. In the years that followed, she continued to cook Uji Sencha every day. The set of silver tea spoons had been polished for more than forty years and was still as bright as new, accompanying her for the rest of her life. She writes in regular script with a strong character, which is sonorous, sharp and powerful, which is completely contrary to her gentle and gentle temperament. All of Zong Ming's copybooks when she was a child were written by her own hands. Each word hides unspoken expectations and love. It is her secret, deep maternal love that she never dared to reveal. When her grandson Ichiro grew up, she solemnly handed the pearl brooch, which carried half of her life and secret past, to Sorimachi Jiro for safekeeping, and asked him to hand it over to her child when he became an adult. She never told Zong Ming anything about her life experience until her death, and she never let her grandson Yihu know who her grandmother was or what kind of past and troubles her family hid. Chiyo's life began with the noble Chinese family, trapped in the fetters of the world, and ended with the ultimate gentle protection. She welded all the secrets into her bones and blood, and used a lifetime of restraint, thoughtfulness and forbearance to isolate herself from the wind and rain, power disputes and worldly rights and wrongs in the world. She wanted very little in this life. She only wanted her own blood to break free from fate and shackles, not to be tainted by the glory of a famous family, not to be involved in the intrigues of the business world, not to have to carry forward burdens, and just to be an ordinary person, safe and smooth, and live a stable life.

Is the author a walking 500,000?

This book should not be better than Aoyama Taijun

According to the progress of the plot, the protagonist will be the emperor behind the scenes.

It has power in Japan, and after 2022, it will lead Japan to Russia's eastern front. Then ask the United States for ammunition

Showa thirty-nine years, autumn of 1964. Half a month after Sorimachi Muneaki was buried, in the tea room of the Konoe family's main residence, a corner of the paper partition window was opened, and the osmanthus tree in the courtyard fell to the ground in golden pieces. Sixty-four-year-old Chiyo Konoe is wearing a dark gray plain kimono, and her temples have become frosty white. After Zong Ming left, she put the pearl brooch that had been with her for half her life into the depths of her jewelry box. There were no other accessories on her skirt, but her back was still straight, and the dignity and restraint engraved in her bones and blood had not been damaged at all. The person who came for the appointment was Konoe Tadayuki. When he was a boy, he was still in the Hosokawa family and had not yet adopted the Konoe family. As the aunt of the Konoe family, Chiyo often took Muneaki back and forth between the Hosokawa family and the Konoe mansion, and would also invite Tadaki to visit the Sorimachi family in Osaka. The two children grew up together in the courtyard of Osaka and the corridor of Konoe's house. Zong Ming was a few years older, and he acted with integrity and courage. At a young age, he had a tenacity that refused to succumb to the world. The young Zhonghui always admired this cousin and regarded him as his role model. Later, there was no successor to the Konoe family. It was Chiyo's mediation and strong support among the clan elders that made it possible for Tadaki to be adopted by the Hosokawa family and inherit the position of the head of the Konoe family, the head of the five shogi families. Now his cousin suddenly died in the line of duty, a dark smuggling conspiracy took Zongming's life, and the truth is shrouded in mystery. Konoe Tadayuki, who had just taken over the responsibility of Konoe's family, felt depressed, and there was a ball of surging anger in his eyes. He took off his coat and knelt down opposite Chiyo. In front of his knees was a stack of clues and transcripts that he had quietly collected. The corners of the paper were wrinkled by his grip. In the tea room, boiling water hummed quietly in the tea cauldron. Chiyo silently ordered tea, turning the tea whisk, and fine white foam appeared in the tea soup. She pushed a bowl of thin tea in front of Zhonghui, her movements as calm as water. "Aunt." Konoe Tadayuki's voice was very low, suppressing the anger in his chest, "Brother Muneaki should not have ended up like this. Those who are hiding under the table have his blood on their hands, and they cannot just pass by silently. I have found some clues in my hand, and the Konoe family still has old subordinates and connections. I want to get to the bottom of it and seek justice for my cousin." He is young and energetic. He has just taken over the power of the photo family. He thinks he has enough power and wants to tear open the curtain and avenge his beloved brother. Chiyo raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were calm, without scolding, but with a weight that had seen everything in the world. "Tadaki." Her voice was gentle, and each word fell clearly in the tea room, "Revenge is not your first priority right now." Konoe Tadayuki stiffened slightly and raised his eyes: "Aunt, Soaki-san, he——" "I know better than anyone how unjust his death was." Chiyo interrupted gently, resting his fingertips on the edge of the tea bowl, "I took his ashes back with my own hands and watched him buried with my own eyes. The pain of losing a son is engraved in my bones and blood. But the word revenge is too heavy. You are now the head of the Konoe family and the lintel of the Gosho family. Pressing on your shoulders, your every move will affect the entire old Chinese circle, and involve the intricate secrets between the United States and Japan. If you act rashly, you will not only drag yourself into the abyss, but also implicate the child Ichigo left behind by Muneaki, implicate Sorimachi Jiro, and involve many innocent people in the catastrophe. " "Can those evil people get away with it?" Zhonghui's tone was filled with the unwilling stubbornness of a young man, "Brother Zong Ming stood up for justice, but in the end he died in a conspiracy and assassination. Is this the end of it?" "It's not about giving up, it's about waiting for the opportunity." Chiyo slowly shook his head, "Impulsive revenge will only make the dead people sacrifice in vain. Muneaki's life has never been about personal vendettas. As a criminal police officer, he wants to uphold justice in the world, not to shed blood for a certain person's private anger. If you gamble on the Konoe family in order to vent your anger, you will have failed him and my hard work in pushing you to succeed the family governor." The fragrance of osmanthus from the courtyard spread into the house with the wind, and there was a silence. Zhonghui dropped his shoulders, the anger still burning in his chest, but was suppressed by his aunt's words. The memory of his boyhood at the Sorimachi family in Osaka came to mind. Muneaki took him running around the courtyard and taught him to distinguish right from wrong and keep his heart. Chiyo looked at his relaxed expression and slowly changed the subject. "The responsibility on your shoulders is far more than a personal grudge." She put down the tea ladle in her hand and her tone became solemn. "I have brokered a marriage for you. The object is Prince Ningzinai, the eldest daughter of Prince Mikasa Takahito. This marriage is not just a secular union between the Regent family and the royal family. His Royal Highness, Prince Mikasa Takahito, has experienced the war and has seen through it. The devastation caused by the invasion is rare among the royal family who truly reflect on the war and yearn for peace. In the future, I will arrange for you to visit Mikasa Palace more and listen to His Highness the Prince's opinions to understand the scars that the war has brought to this country." Konoe Tadayuki was slightly startled. He knew the reputation of Prince Mikasa Takahito. In the old Chinese circles, many conservatives criticized the prince's war reflection views. "Aunt, do you want me to approach Mikasa Palace?" "Yes." Chiyo nodded and looked at the dark autumn sky outside the paper door. "The Konoe family has experienced wars and seen the overthrow of the times. In the future, we will no longer rely on the old force and ambition to survive. As the head of the Shō family, you cannot just be trapped in China. In the grievances of the old family. You must learn to break away from personal hatred and see the larger world. Forging a bond with the Mikasa Palace and getting in touch with the idea of peace is to find a way forward for the Konoe family and teach you what true responsibility is." She paused, thinking of Zong Ming who was sleeping underground, her voice had a faint hint of hoarseness, but soon returned to calmness. "Zong Ming sacrifices his life to see clearly the darkness. But we living people cannot only seek revenge against the darkness. What we have to do is to hold on to the remaining lights and protect the next generation from falling into the same quagmire. Yihu is still young, and his fate also depends on the choices of your generation and mine." Zhonghui looked down at the tea soup swaying in the bowl, and the urge for revenge in his chest just now subsided little by little. He understood his aunt's painstaking efforts. She didn't want him to forget his cousin's death, but she wanted him not to be swallowed up by hatred. Chiyo reached out and gently picked up the pile of clues and transcripts he had collected on the table. He did not tear them into pieces, but gathered them neatly. "I will keep these evidences safe for you. Don't act rashly before the time comes. The day when the truth will be revealed will come." The autumn sunshine passed through the laurel branches and fell on Chiyo's shoulders. She has hidden countless secrets throughout her life, witnessed the prosperity of Taisho, survived the turmoil of Showa, and bid farewell to her eldest son. Personal grief will always give way to longer-term protection. "After the wedding, you will marry Ningzi. Listen more, watch more, and think more." Chiyo warned softly, "Don't let down the Konoe family, don't let down the dead Muneaki, and don't let down yourself." The tea room became quiet, with only the faint sound of the tea cauldron boiling. Osmanthus petals drift into the corridor and fall on the tatami, like those past events that have been buried by the times but have never been completely forgotten.

It was late winter in the 59th year of Showa, 1984 AD, and it had been more than twenty years since Somachi Muneaki died in the line of duty. Tokyo, the outer building of the Konoe family's villa. There is no grand Chinese social scene here, just a teahouse for entertaining guests hidden deep in the courtyard. The shoji is thin, blocking out the hustle and bustle of the outside city. On the eve of the bubble economy in Tokyo, the streets were bustling with hustle and bustle, and people were living in a state of dissipation and wealth. However, this former photographer's mansion still maintained a calm and ancient atmosphere. Konoe Tadayuki is middle-aged. He inherited the Konoe family for many years and married Mikasa Miya Neiko. He has been doing charity work for the Red Cross all year round, and has been among the royal family, the old Chinese clan and the political circles. The years have worn away the scorching energy and gentleness of his youth, but the scar in his heart belonging to his cousin Sorimachi Muneaki has never really healed in the past twenty years. Sorimachi Kazutora attended the meeting as scheduled. He is the orphan of Somachi Muneaki, and grew up under the care of Chiyo and Somachi Jiro. Half of his blood runs with the nobility of the Rei family, and half of him inherits the integrity of his father, a detective. As time went by, my grandmother, Chiyo Konoe, was getting old. Many things that could not be explained clearly were left to Konoe Tadayuki, the uncle and blood cousin, to inquire about. There were no attendants around, and only one lamp was lit in the teahouse. The dim yellow light flickered, casting the shadows of the two people on the tatami. The cold wind outside the house rustled through the pine branches. In the tea cauldron, boiling water hummed, but no one was interested in ordering tea. Konoe Tadayuki sat on the table, his eyes focused on the young Ichitora. More than twenty years ago, it was in this same tearoom that Aunt Chiyo stopped her, who was determined to take revenge, and sealed the file certificate of Muneaki's unjust death. Now, it is the turn of the fathers to shoulder the burden of the younger generations. "Yihu." Zhonghui's voice was very low, the gentle politeness of external social interaction faded away, and what remained was a heavy weight. "Aunt Chiyo only allowed you to hear snippets of your father Muneaki's past. Today, something unexpected happened to Jiro, evidence of two carts of gold surfaced, and the conspiracy buried back then has resurfaced. You should know that the chess game is intricate and intricate, involving the old Chinese, bureaucracy, and overseas intelligence forces. It is intricate and deep-rooted." Sorimachi Ichitora straightened his back, clenched his fingertips slightly, and nodded silently. When I was young, I heard bits and pieces of my father's story, and I knew that my father did not die in an ordinary way, but that he broke through layers of darkness and was swallowed up by the entire huge system. "I am meeting you in private today, not to force you to take this road." Konoe Tadayuki leaned forward slightly, and the light of the street lamp reflected in his eyes, "But I want to ask you, you must listen clearly, and do not answer casually based on blood." He paused, the cold wind in the courtyard passed through the eaves, and the lamp flame swayed. "If you want to avenge your father, it's not just as simple as killing one or two culprits. What you have to fight is an entire system that has been entangled for decades. You have to be prepared to give up your reputation, identity, stable life, and even your life. Do you have this awareness and are willing to sacrifice everything in yourself to ignite this corrupt and corrupt system and burn a crack in this stagnant water?" After the words fell, the tea room fell into a long silence. This is not a simple grudge. Once he takes this step, he will never be able to live a peaceful life as an ordinary person again. There will be only thorns and abyss on the road ahead. It is very likely that he will repeat the mistakes of his father Zongming and end up with the same death. Yihu lowered his eyes, the light reflected in his eyes. He only pieced together his father's appearance from old photos and other people's narrations; his grandmother Chiyo endured it for half his life, hiding his pain; his uncle Sorimachi Jiro lurked for half his life, and finally ended up being silenced. One by one, all of them came to his mind at this moment. He raised his head, his eyes were determined, but there was no fanatical anger. "I know the price." Konoe Tadayuki looked at him quietly and did not answer immediately. Back then, I also had the same anger, but was stopped by Chiyo. He knew very well what a cruel fate lay beneath this determination. "The word "enlightenment" is not the heroic words of young people." Zhonghui spoke slowly, his voice carrying the desolation of the years, "Back then, like you, I wanted to repay the blood debt for Muneaki. Aunt Chiyo warned me that the fire of private hatred can easily burn oneself. But now that the world has changed, Jiro was killed, and the physical evidence has emerged, it is no longer time to just wait for the right time." "But I still want you to think twice." He said in a solemn tone, "Once you make up your mind, there is no turning back. The fire of revenge can burn the evildoers, but it will also burn you together. Aunt Chiyo spent her whole life, and her biggest wish was to wish you a safe life and to be an ordinary person. If you choose this path, you will betray your grandmother's expectations for you." The dim yellow lights overlapped the shadows of the two of them. The secrets of the old era and the pain of two generations are now in the hands of young people. The firelight of the walking lanterns trembled slightly, the orange halo swayed on the tatami, the pine breeze passed through the courtyard, and the sobs were like the unfinished sorrow of the old year. Sorimachi Kazutora raised his head, but there was no seething excitement in the young man's eyes. Under the surface, there was a cold and fierce fire that did not belong to this era. What outsiders see is the determination of the orphans who have lost their fathers to repay their blood debts for their blood relatives. No one knows that inside this body, there is a soul that has crossed over from another mountain and river. The intrigues of the old Chinese people, the lingering remnants of the military, and the poison of militarism are lurking in the fabric of Japanese society. In the eyes of others, they are intricate entanglements of interests, but to him, they are a blood feud engraved in his soul. His back was straightened, the palms on his knees slowly closed, and his knuckles turned blue and white. "Shibo, I understand." Yihu's voice was low, calm and almost indifferent, "I know that there is no return on this road. I can give up my reputation, stability, and life." Konoe Tadayuki's eyes were fixed, waiting quietly for his next words. "Anyone who has harmed my father, whether he is in a Chinese position, holds bureaucratic power, or is an extraterritorial force holding intelligence secrets, no matter who he is, I will pursue him to the end." The words fell in the silent tea room, and the words were clear. Zhonghui frowned slightly and reminded softly: "Yihu, do you know that there are many nobles from the old dynasty among them, and they are involved in many intricate connections. Once you take action, the implications will be endless. Don't be blinded by hatred and only focus on personal blood feud. Aunt Chiyo spent half her life just asking you to live in peace." Hearing Chiyo's name, Yihu's eyes dropped slightly. His grandmother had endured all her life and tried her best to protect her descendants from the ordinary fireworks in their lives. He could truly feel this love. But deep in the soul, memories from time-travel surged through. They were the blood and tears of the mountains and rivers of the homeland that had been trampled by iron hoofs, and the lamentations of countless nameless people whose bones were buried in a foreign land. What he wants to do is to more than just avenge his father, Somachi Muneaki. On the surface, he is just a son running for his dead father; deep down in his heart, the thought of starting a prairie fire is burning - he wants to use this revenge as a trigger to open the cracks and send all the remnants of militarism that are lingering in every corner of Japanese society to the grave, so that the decay of the old era in this land will be completely burned away. It was just this inner fire that burned everything, but he never showed it on his face. When he raised his eyes again, his expression was still that of the orphan who bore his father's hatred, and there was only a desperate determination in his eyes. "I keep my grandmother's thoughts in mind. It's just that there are some things that cannot be avoided after all." He paused and said in a serious tone, "I will not just focus on a few murderers. My father's death is not the personal grudge of a few people, but the consequences of the entire rotten system." Konoe Tadayuki was shocked when he heard this. He expected that the young man would be obsessed with killing his enemies, but he did not expect that Yihu's gaze had already transcended individual grievances and pointed directly at the entire system itself. "Have you ever thought that if this is the case, the war will not stop at a few old cases." Zhonghui leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice, "Once the flames are ignited, they will no longer be controlled by anyone and will engulf many ordinary people who should not be involved." "I know there will be a price." Sorimachi Ichitora lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered the coldness from another world in his eyes, "But the rotten lesions, if not burned with fierce fire, will continue to grow and spread under the flesh. If you let it go today, new evil will still arise in the future." He did not directly reveal the origin of his soul, which is the biggest secret that must not be revealed to anyone. He only spoke these decisive words as Zong Ming's orphan. "I am ready to wake up." The tea room fell into a long silence. The teapot still gurgled with boiling water, and the winter wind outside the house blew off the pine needles and rattled the shoji. Konoe Tadayuki looked at the young man in front of him, as if he saw himself twenty years ago in a trance. Back then, he was equally angry and wanted to avenge his cousin, but Aunt Chiyo stopped him abruptly. But the determination of Yihu in front of him was far deeper and more decisive than his own back then, as if there was a bottomless cold abyss hidden in his heart. Zhonghui slowly exhaled a breath, stretched out his hand, and took out a stack of documents that had been sealed for a long time from a paulownia wood box beside him. The yellowed pages were old transcripts, witness clues, and sporadic records related to the two carts of gold that Chiyo had kept and had not been unsealed for more than 20 years. "These are the certificates that Aunt Chiyo entrusted me to keep." He slowly pushed the thick and heavy file in front of Yihu, and the wooden box hit the tatami with a dull sound. "My aunt originally hoped that these would never see the light of day, and that you would stay away from all whirlpools. But now that Jiro has been killed and the evidence has emerged, the undercurrent has taken the initiative to find you." His eyes were complicated, mixed with worry, regret, and a hint of guilt for his deceased cousin. "I won't stop you. But I want to warn you, remember what you said today. Don't let the flames of revenge devour yourself." "Don't worry, Shibo." Sorimachi Kazutora's fingertips touched the yellow cover of the file, and the cold paper touched the palm of his hand. On the outside, he is a son avenging his father; deep in his soul, he is an avenger from another era, already igniting a prairie fire in his chest. "I will stick to my heart. I will not let go of anyone who deserves to be liquidated." The light of the street lights swayed, stretching the young man's shadow, covering the room full of secrets from the old era. A storm has laid its lead since then.

Showa 20 years, August 29th. The salty sea breeze carries the smoke that has not yet dissipated after the war, and flows through the wooden lattice windows of the temporary naval liaison office in Yokohama. MacArthur is still stranded in Manila, the U. S. Ground forces have not landed on the Japanese mainland, and the sea control of Tokyo Bay is controlled by Halsey's Third Fleet. On the flagship of the USS Missouri, Nimitz and Halsey deliberated several times, and finally selected John Sidney McCain Sr. To open this secret channel connecting the Imperial Household Ministry of Japan and the old Chinese people. The elder McCain has been traveling in the Western Pacific for many years. He is familiar with Japan's military, political and public power lines. He is also familiar with the propriety of roundabout negotiations among the upper class. He will not intensify the resistance of the royal family with the rough attitude of a soldier. More importantly, the conflict between the U. S. Army and Navy was acute at that time. MacArthur controlled the affairs of the local occupation and monopolized negotiations with Japan. Task Force 38 under John McCain is stationed in Tokyo Bay and can use maritime patrols as a cover to conduct closed-door consultations. Even if the Army is suspicious, it will be difficult to attack in public. It was his son John McCain II who accompanied him to Yokohama to assist in intelligence liaison. Sorimachi Chiyo was jointly elected by the royal family and the Chinese to serve as the chief translator for both Japan and the United States, coordinating high-level communications between the Imperial Household Ministry, the old Chinese and the US military fleet. Chiyo was born in the direct lineage of the Konoe family. He was born in the 33rd year of Meiji, and he was already forty-five years old. With troops roaming around Tokyo and radicals causing trouble everywhere, she could not find a reliable person to entrust her children to, so she had to take her ten-year-old eldest son Sorimachi Muneaki and nine-year-old second son Sorimachi Jiro with her. The two brothers were at her side, one on the left and the other on the right, standing quietly by the window of the reception room. The consultation was temporarily adjourned, and Japanese palace ministers retreated to a side room to discuss terms. Only the old McCains, Chiyo and two teenagers were left in the room. Wearing a plain kimono, Muneaki silently looked at the rows of U. S. Warships in the bay, his expression solemn and silent. Jiro beside him could not hide his childish curiosity, and asked his brother questions in a low voice from time to time, with vivid emotions written all over his face. John McCain Jr. Noticed the two children with completely different temperaments, turned to look at Chiyo, and asked softly in smooth English: "Miss Chiyo, these two young men are both sons?" Chiyo bowed slightly, with five photos flowing in his behavior. Duan Jin, who has been in the family for generations, said: "The eldest son Zongming, the second son Jiro. The situation in the capital is turbulent, and there is no one to take care of it, so you can only follow me." Little John walked slowly in front of the two brothers, knelt down and squatted down to eliminate the sense of oppression brought by his body. During his half-life of fighting, he had seen countless terrified children in the flames of war. He has long been accustomed to Jiro's expression of joy and anger, and all reactions are expected. But Zong Ming, who was only ten years old, faced the great changes in the defeated country. He showed no cowardice or extreme anger. All his emotions were turned inward. This self-control far beyond his age surprised him. He took out the chocolates from his military bag and gave them to the two brothers. Jiro immediately smiled and thanked; Zongming did not take it immediately. He turned to look at his mother first. When he saw Chiyo gently nodding, he solemnly took it with both hands and bowed in greeting, advancing and retreating impeccably. Little John tried to chat with them in plain English. Jiro can only understand a few words, and when faced with questions in foreign languages, he can't help but feel embarrassed and confused. Muneaki was keenly aware of his brother's embarrassment, and before Little John could continue to speak, he softly translated the English words into soft Japanese and spoke to Jiro; he also appropriately converted Jiro's innocent and straightforward thoughts into English and sent back. He took the initiative to act as a bridge between the two, neither letting down the other party's intention to talk, nor wanting his brother to be left out in the cold. The quiet compassion is far beyond the scope of what a ten-year-old child can think about. Little John watched this scene quietly, his appreciation growing stronger. Jiro's frankness is in line with common sense, but Muneaki is calm, restrained, and gentle, like a young pine standing upright in the strong wind and waves. Pure appreciation and love take root in my heart. Before Chiyo returned to the case, while discussing the details of royal security and preventing armed riots in Tokyo with the elder McCain, Little John found a chance to be alone and frankly revealed his inner plan. "The smoke will eventually dissipate. In the future, due to military needs, I will frequently travel between the two sides of the Pacific and set foot in Japan. In my spare time, I am willing to personally teach Muneaki to understand the vast outside world. I hope to be his godfather. There is no exchange of interests, but I just love this child from the bottom of my heart. In the future, no matter what storms he encounters, I can hold up a shelter for him." Chiyo heard this, and his heart surged. She is very aware that the McCain family holds sea power in the Western Pacific, and this verbal agreement is a precious reliance across the ocean. But she also understands the rules of the world, and all shelters have ties. Once this fate is determined, Zong Ming will never be able to stay out of the intricate chess game between the United States and Japan in his life. After a long silence, Chiyo straightened his body and lowered his head slowly: "Thank you for your mercy and kindness. If he is sincere, it will be his chance to take care of you, and I agree to this agreement." Old McCain, who was sitting quietly on the side, listened to the conversation between the two and did not say anything to stop him. He looked through the window lattice at the gray sea of ​​Tokyo Bay, as if he had already glimpsed the changing road ahead decades later. In this temporary office near the sea, a verbal agreement was settled. John Sidney McCain Jr. Officially became the godfather of Somachi Muneaki. Chiyo lowered his eyes and looked at the eldest son standing quietly beside him, with thousands of worries in his heart. Since she met John D. Rockefeller Jr. In the tenth year of her reign, and spent half her life dealing with the Chinese and European and American elites, she understands that there is no free kindness in the world. McCain's promise can protect Zongming through the current crisis, but this fate is forged in the smoke of gunfire. I don't know whether what awaits the child in the future will be a safe haven or a trap of fate that is difficult to break out of. In the next few years, John McCain Jr. Took advantage of the opportunity of military travel to Japan and kept the appointment as promised. Chiyo still often serves as the accompanying translator for high-level meetings between the United States and Japan, and will bring Muneaki and Jiro with him to every meeting. McCain also taught Western knowledge, world structure and maritime strategy to the two brothers. Jiro has an outgoing personality and has always had little interest in learning foreign languages; Muneaki continues to polish his English and his horizons are broadening day by day. Whenever he talks, he still habitually takes care of his younger brother and patiently relays the conversation. Little John witnessed Zong Ming's treatment of others again and again, and became more and more convinced that choosing Zong Ming as his godson was a decision made from the bottom of his heart.

Let's get it on the shelves as soon as possible, there's not enough to watch now!

I don't think many people will read this book, because it has a certain reading threshold. I have been reading novels for more than ten years or more than 20 years, but I have never read Japanese novels. I feel that I can't understand them, especially some common sense.

I enjoyed reading this book for the time being. When I opened the author's old book, my heart dropped.

1 Rockefeller Manor, November 1964, Study Room on a Rainy Night Rockefeller Manor in Upstate New York, the oak study room fireplace burned sunken wood, and cold rain beat on the floor-to-ceiling glass windows outside the window. Confidential letters from the overseas branches of Chase Manhattan Bank are laid out in the center of the mahogany desk. A telegram, a Japanese death in the line investigation report, an internal file of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and a list of Japanese chaebols involved in the case are stacked together. The telegram contains only three lines: Tokyo police officer Somachi Muneaki died in the line of duty while investigating a port smuggling case. He was left two years old as an orphan and was raised by his half-brother Sorimachi Jiro; his wife Asoya has been taken back to her natal family by the Aso family, and she still has financial support in secret; her mother Konoe is still alive and tight-lipped. David held the telegraph newspaper with his fingertips, and the thin paper wrinkled slightly between his fingers. He leaned back in the leather chair in the office of the president of Chase Manhattan Bank and closed his eyes. What surged in his heart was not the usual gentleness and elegance in public, but the frozen anger. He remembered his father's instructions to him and his brother when they went to Japan thirty years ago - it was Rockefeller's blood shed in East Asia. It should be hidden and protected, and the family name should never be used. In order to keep this secret, the woman who was born in the Konoe family of the Gosho family was willing to marry into the declining Sorimachi family, and raised Muneaki as an ordinary Chinese housewife. Later, she gave birth to Sorimachi Jiro, and used her half-brother to provide Muneaki with the most secure layer of kinship protection. David Rockefeller's fingertips ran across the line "Sorimachi Muneaki, 39 Showa, died in the line of duty in the Tokyo Port smuggling case" on the document, and his knuckles turned white. At the age of 49, he was already at the helm of Chase Manhattan Bank, holding the Rockefeller family's overseas financial empire. His gentle and elegant public mask was completely shattered, and only cold anger remained in his eyes. When John III opened the door and came in, he saw David throwing the message into the fireplace. Orange flames licked the paper, and the writing curled into ashes. He is the eldest brother and the general person in charge of the family's cultural and overseas affairs. He has been deeply involved in Asia all year round and has visited Japan many times. He is the first core member of the family to know about the existence of this Japanese half-brother. John III did not sit down, but silently picked up the death report and turned to the last page - on the list of persons involved, the names of Mitsubishi, Mitsui, Sato-Kishi Nobu family, Aso family, and Sumitomo Zaibatsu were closely intertwined. "As soon as Sato Eisaku came to power, Kishi Nobusuke's people dared to touch our people." John III's voice was very low. "The Aso family jumped ship first and took Asoya away, making it clear that they wanted to cut off the relationship with the Sorimachi family. It's just that the woman was nostalgic and secretly asked someone to send money and things to the child. She seemed... Not to know Muneaki's true identity." David opened his eyes, with dancing firelight in his pupils. He recalled that Muneaki's biological mother asked someone to tell her that she only mentioned one sentence to her daughter-in-law: "Your husband's identity is even respected by the Konoe family." The rest was not revealed. Asoya only thought that her husband was a valued descendant of the Konoe family, and never thought that his blood was far across the ocean. He also knew in his heart that what Zong Ming found was not just smuggling, but an entire black chain linking US military base supplies, right-wing black money and the six major chaebols. Half of Japan's top circles stood on the chain. He spoke slowly, with a tone as calm as if he was finalizing an ordinary overseas investment: "I'm going to Japan. Make arrangements for the 'extreme left-wing elements' to launch an attack on the day I arrive in Japan. No need to hurt anyone, just make enough noise." John III nodded. He understood what his brother meant - there was no need to find out who the real culprit was, no evidence. Rockefeller's revenge never needed the truth, only an excuse. Two David's first stop when he arrived in Tokyo was not Kasumi Kaikan or the Prime Minister's official residence, but a secluded Japanese-style mansion on the outskirts of Tokyo. When the courtyard door opened, an old woman wearing a dark gray kimono was sitting on the porch making tea. She is the old lady of the Sorimachi family. She was born in the Konoe family of the Gosho family. She was a famous daughter in Kyoto at that time. In order to keep a secret, she lived in seclusion in this remote house for thirty years. When she saw David coming in, she didn't stand up to salute. She just raised her eyes and said in a calm voice: "You are finally here." David sat down opposite her. The woman in front of her was already over fifty, and she still had the aristocratic dignity between her eyebrows, but the fine lines at the corners of her eyes hid half a lifetime of forbearance. He nodded slightly, and his tone was rare and solemn: "Madam, I have worked hard for you all these years." "Zong Ming is my son." The old lady picked up the tea bowl, her fingertips steady without a trace of trembling, "It is my duty to keep him growing up and keep his secrets. It's just that I didn't protect him." She raised her eyes to look at David, finally revealing a crack - It was the pain of a mother losing her son, being suppressed by the aristocratic upbringing, leaving only the redness in her eyes. She slowly talked about the details of her death in the line of duty: Muneaki discovered a black account of the smuggling of U. S. Military supplies in Tokyo Port. The shipping lines of Mitsubishi and Mitsui were tied to the chain, and the political donations of the Sato-Kishinobu faction were tied to it. Even the mining business of the Aso family was involved. He refused to stop, and even rejected her suggestion to hide in the United States, saying, "After the case has been investigated to this point, taking a step back will be a dead end. If you go forward, you may be able to keep your child innocent." "Three days before the accident, he sent Yihu to Jiro's house." The old lady's voice softened, "Jiro was born after I remarried, half-mother, and he obeys his brother's words the most. Zongming said that it would be safer to leave the child with Jiro than with me." David listened in silence. He rubbed the edge of the teacup with his fingertips, mentally carving those names into the blacklist one by one. "That girl from the Aso family," the old lady paused, "knelt in front of Sorimachi's house for half an hour on the day her father and brother took her back. She didn't know who Muneaki was, but she only remembered that I told her that her husband was someone even the Konoe family respected. She felt guilty, and secretly asked someone to send money and clothes to the Jiro family. She didn't dare to show up, for fear of bringing trouble to the child." David said "Hmm". He didn't comment on Asaya's choice, he just made a note in his mind - this woman missed old friendships, kept her duty, and was not ruthless. "I will protect the child." David raised his eyes and said firmly, "I will send people to watch over the Sorimachi family and Jiro. No one can touch the descendants of Rockefeller." The old lady lowered her head, her face blurred by the heat of the tea bowl. She said softly: "Mongaki's tomb is in the cemetery in the north of Tokyo. There is only a name on the monument, but no family background. He said before his death that he did not want to cause trouble to anyone." Three Two days later, the ninth floor banquet hall of Xiashan Guild Hall. The Kasumigaseki New Hall, which has just been completed six months ago, is the highest-level closed-door club of the old Chinese in Japan. Non-Chinese direct family governors are not eligible to enter. Sitting on both sides of the long table were the heads of Mitsui, Mitsubishi, Sumitomo, and Yasuda, as well as representatives of the five photographic families such as Konoe and Kujo. More than 80% of Japan's wealth and power were concentrated in this one room. No one dared to sit down. Everyone stood, looking solemnly at the empty chair at the head of the table. David Rockefeller hasn't arrived yet. Outside the heavy oak door of the conference room, on the carpet in the corridor, Japanese Prime Minister Eisaku Sato was kneeling with his back straight. As the current prime minister, he is not a direct descendant of the old Chinese ethnic group and is not even qualified to step into the conference room. The rules of Xia Kaiguan are ironclad, and even the Prime Minister of a country can only wait outside the door to be summoned. When David arrived at the club, his leather shoes made a crisp sound when he stepped on the marble floor. He was wearing a well-tailored dark suit with family crest cufflinks on his sleeves, and his face was expressionless. When passing by the corridor, the corner of his eye glanced at Sato Eisaku kneeling on the ground, as if he saw an insignificant roadblock, and his steps didn't even pause for a moment. The moment the door was opened, all the breathing in the room was stagnant. David walked to the main seat without sitting down. He put his hands on the edge of the table and slowly scanned every face present. He corresponded to the names mentioned by the old lady one by one in his mind: This is the head of Mitsubishi Shipping, and the smuggling ship Muneaki found was under his name; —— Zong Ming. He recited the name in his mind. He recalled the first time he met this younger brother in Tokyo ten years ago. At that time, he did not identify himself and was just a representative of Rockefeller's plan to fund Japanese young talents. The young man was wearing the uniform of the University of Tokyo, with a hint of his father in his eyebrows. He said stubbornly, "I don't rely on Rockefeller. I want to use my own ability to transform Japan. I am very grateful to you and the Rockefeller family for supporting the study and work plans of us young people. I think we can become very good friends~" I remembered that last month Zongming asked someone to send a photo, in which a two-year-old Yihu was riding on his father's shoulders, smiling so hard that his baby teeth were exposed. Now there are no people. The child was fostered in his uncle's house, and his wife was taken away by her parents' family as if under house arrest. Even the tombstone could only have an ordinary Japanese surname engraved on it. And each of these people sitting in the room has his brother's blood on their hands. Even if they didn't take action directly, the dark web they created together was the murderer of Zong Ming. "I arrived in Tokyo yesterday and was attacked by extremists at Haneda Airport." David spoke, his voice was not high, but it carried the weight of penetrating the air. His tone was calm, and there was no hint of emotion or anger, only ice forming deep in his eyes. "It seems that some of you don't want me to come." He straightened up and put his hands in his suit trouser pockets, his posture as arrogant as if he was patrolling his territory. "I don't want to identify who is involved. I am quite superstitious, and I will link this incident with everyone here." The room was completely silent. Some people had cold sweat on their foreheads, some people clenched their canes tightly, but no one dared to refute. They all know that the person standing in front of them can cut off the arteries of Japan's economy with just one sentence. David's eyes finally fell on the face of the Aso family governor, stayed there for half a second, and then moved away. He sneered in his heart - by taking Asoya away, do you think you can draw a clear line? No one could escape Rockefeller's wrath. He said his last words clearly, like a hammer hitting everyone's heart: "Now, prepare to bear Rockefeller's wrath." After the words fell, he turned around and left without looking at anyone's reaction. The hem of his suit swept across the table, bringing up a gust of breeze that ruffled the teacups on the table. When David walked out of the conference room, Sato Eisaku was still kneeling outside the door. The Prime Minister lowered his head slightly, his posture was respectful, and he was ready with apologies and explanations, waiting for Rockefeller's questions or instructions. However, David walked straight past him. The leather shoes stepped on the carpet, one step, two steps, without stopping at all. He didn't even lower his head to look down, as if the person kneeling on the ground was not the Prime Minister of Japan, but just a carpet, a wall lamp, and an ornament not worthy of attention. Eisaku Sato's body froze. He kept his kneeling position, listening to the footsteps gradually disappearing, his cheeks felt hot and cold. He knew that this was not a personal humiliation - it was Rockefeller telling the whole of Japan: In the face of the absolute power of capital, the prime minister of a country is just a pawn guarding the gate. Four Three days later, Tokyo, Chengbei Cemetery. At dusk in early winter, the wind carried dead leaves past the tombstones. David was wearing an ordinary dark windbreaker, a peaked cap and thin-rimmed glasses. Like an ordinary American tourist, he avoided all the entourage and eye-catchers and walked to Sorimachi Muneaki's tomb alone. The tombstone is very simple, with only the words "Tomb of Sorimachi Muneaki" on it. There are no unnecessary modifications of the dates of birth and death, and there is not even a word to mention the origin of his bloodline. Just like when he was alive, he would always hide in the crowd and be a passionate Tokyo policeman. David gently placed the white rose in his hand in front of the monument. White roses are a common flower at Rockefeller family funerals. He didn't bring any family logo, just a bouquet of flowers, like an ordinary older brother, coming to see his younger brother off on his last journey. He squatted down and lightly brushed the name on the monument with his fingertips. The marble was cold, just like his skin was slightly cold when he first held that brother's hand ten years ago. "Zong Ming, I'm here." His voice was very low, and it disappeared when the wind blew it away. "I will protect your child. He will grow up safely and get everything he deserves. I will walk the unfinished cases and the unfinished road for you." The wind blew up the corners of his clothes, and the sound of a tram passing by was heard in the distance. David stood up and looked at the tombstone in silence for a long time. He remembered that before leaving New York, he made a plan with John III. He said that scattered financial sanctions were not enough. He wanted to build a system, a system of rules that tied together all the top elites in North America, Europe, and Japan. He wants the families sitting in the Xia Kai Hall today to either crawl under Rockefeller's rules or disappear completely. This idea had already taken shape on the night he received the news of Zong Ming's death in New York. Nine years later, it will be officially implemented as the "Trilateral Commission" and become the strongest yoke on Japan's economic neck. "I will let the whole of Japan repay what I owe you." David glanced at the tombstone for the last time, turned and left. The brim of the peaked cap is so low that no one recognizes that this American who is sweeping the grave alone is Rockefeller, the man at the helm of Japan's political and business circles. The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, and he walked out of the cemetery step by step and walked towards the city below the mountain. The prelude to revenge has just begun. The economic storm that swept through Japan would last for nine full years until the day the Trilateral Commission was established in 1973, when the heaviest blow fell.

Author, your group is full, have you not recharged your membership? Can't add it

Author, could you please give some explanations of some proper nouns for Japan at the end of the article? Otherwise, I'll be confused. I've only read a few chapters now and I often ask Doubao about his knowledge.