Chapter 530: Chapter 375_2
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“Wu Mu-san, did you see that bookstore ahead? Ms. Takahashi loves to learn and goes there every Saturday at nine to look for books she hasn’t read yet. If you wait here for a bit, she’ll co by.”
Inside a bookstore near Tokyo University, Wu Mu and the employee from the Guide Office were sitting in the car, and the employee was explaining the situation to him.
It had only been about an hour since he took Hirakawa Ken’s assignnt. Hirakawa Ken was eager to et with Futian Association’s Takahashi and, after negotiating with both sides, sent Wu Mu here directly.
Wu Mu looked out at the bookstore and nodded to show he understood, “Alright, Kosei-kun, when she cos over, I’ll go out and ask.”
Kosei-kun was the na of the employee from the Guide Office, his full na was Matsumoto Kosei.
There were still about twenty minutes until nine o’clock. After finishing a detailed introduction to Wu Mu, Matsumoto Kosei couldn’t help but probe into Wu Mu’s background a little.
“Wu Mu-san, where did you lose your passport? We can help you try to find it.”
“Have you visited our Ueno Park while touring Japan? So cherry blossoms have already blood there.”
He spoke these seemingly idle chat subjects, which actually contained underlying inquiries.
But his probing…
“Oh, you guys probably won’t find it, it’s been hidden away.”
“Eh, cherry blossoms have blood already? I haven’t really seen them in Japan yet. When we head back, Kosei-kun, let’s swing by there, I want to take a look.”
The person didn’t seem to avoid his probing?
And the responses seed quite sincere?
But feeling such sincerity felt a bit off!
Moreover, Matsumoto Kosei felt this person had no sense of social distance.
“Kosei-kun, are you a mber of a Japanese gang? I’ve never really seen a Japanese gang in reality.”
“How does your gang engage in internal feuds? Do they kill people like in the movies?”
Wu Mu asked curiously.
That’s too direct of a question!
Is this sothing you can ask a person we only t an hour ago!?
Matsumoto Kosei awkwardly laughed, “How could I be a gang mber? I’m just an ordinary office worker.”
“Gang feuds and killings…” Matsumoto Kosei hesitated, then spoke truthfully, “Rarely. Even the internal feuds among gangs in Japan are quite mild now; they all fear attracting attention from above.”
He sighed, “Foreign tourists like Wu Mu-san might think our Japanese gangs are legally existing and glamorous, but since the Anti-Gang Law was enacted, our Japanese gangs have beco like dogs under the police force. No, not even dogs.”
The Anti-Gang Law, a Japanese law specifically targeting violent gangs, categorizes organizations with clear hierarchies and violence as primary activities as designated violent groups.
mbers of designated violent groups are not allowed to open bank accounts, rent apartnts, stay in hotels, or use any governnt public facilities.
They also cannot work any jobs, any stores or service staff can refuse to serve gang mbers…
This series of restrictions essentially turns gang mbers into “non-citizens”. They appear to be national citizens but actually have no rights at all.
Not only are they socially rejected, but most importantly, they are segregated away by the country.
Facing regular citizens, the fearful Japanese police, worried about causing trouble, beco fierce as tigers towards gangs, freely abusing them upon capture.
Listening to Matsumoto Kosei’s explanations, Wu Mu was a bit stunned, “Listening to you, your Japanese gangs…”
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(One and a half hours later)
He hadn’t yet reached the hotel but unexpectedly spotted an acquaintance by the roadside.
Eh, why was she here?
Wu Mu watched with curiosity the figure standing at the entrance of a restaurant in front.
It was Su ng, whom he t very early on during the first session at Star Agency.
At this mont, she was standing beside a red Ferrari, looking infuriated, and saying sothing to the person inside.
Wu Mu couldn’t see the person inside the Ferrari, but they were clearly temperantal, as shortly after a few words, they revved the engine and drove off, leaving Su ng there.
Su ng was left standing there, frowning at the scene.
Wu Mu chuckled, drove over, and rolled down the window, jokingly said, “Little Su, long ti no see.”
Su ng turned to look at him, appearing a bit startled.
This was only the second ti the two t in reality.
But Su ng should be quite aware of his situation; Wu Mu often receives feedback from Su ng about his new songs on WeChat.
They don’t really chat, just simple comnts about how good the songs sound.
Well, whether black fans or white fans, at least they contributed to the ratings.
Wu Mu smiled, “Your driver left you? Want a ride?”
Su ng hesitated slightly, “Let inform my family.”
“Aunt Qing, you don’t have to co over. Um, a friend is giving a ride back, yes, I know.”
After finishing the call, Su ng opened Wu Mu’s passenger door and got in.
After confirming the address, Wu Mu curiously asked, “Aren’t you from Shen City, how co…”
Su ng shook her head, “I am from Shen City, but my family has a house here in Beijing.”
She paused, smiling slightly, “We were at the venue earlier; my friends almost wanted to cover their ears during your first song.”
Wu Mu laughed, “That’s not my problem, I sang perfectly fine.”
Wu Mu chatted casually with Su ng and soon dropped her off at her ho, a large quadrangle house not far from the Forbidden City in the Upper City District.
Hmm, definitely another Heavenly Dragon Person.
Wu Mu was quite surprised, though from her everyday behavior, it was evident Su ng’s family should be quite wealthy.
But he didn’t expect them to be this rich.
Just this quadrangle house alone, probably at least…
The host couldn’t be seen for the ti being, Yang Rongfa asked, “Quite a few directors and company heads from the circle ca today. Want to introduce you?”
This is an opportunity for normal people in the industry.
Getting to know more people is always beneficial.
But… recounting the past banquet experience, Yang Rongfa wisely chose to ask first.
Wu Mu shook his head, “No…”
However, halfway through shaking his head, he caught sight of a silhouette in a segregated, partially visible small lounge off the main living room, and paused slightly.
“Director Lin is here too?” Wu Mu asked Yang Rongfa.
The Lin director he referred to was not Lin Qingyue but Lin Qingyue’s father, Lin Xueming.
Lin Qingyue, though she could return tonight, needed to manage affairs with the crew and would not appear here.
Plus, he had chatted with Lin Qingyue this morning and ntioned attending this banquet; if Lin Qingyue were coming, she surely would have told him.
“Yes, Tang Wei and Xie Chunfang are also here.” Yang Rongfa nodded.
Wu Mu contemplated, these two are also top-tier directors in the circle, in the sa rank as Lin Xueming.
However, he didn’t aim to curry favor with these directors for resources; he was indifferent towards these two.
But since Lin Xueming was here, it would be inappropriate not to greet him.
“I’ll go and greet Director Lin.” He directly stepped towards the small lounge.
“Director Lin and others are there; do you want to greet them?” Yang Rongfa leaned in and whispered.
As he spoke, he pointed towards the small lounge off the main living room.
The small lounge seed like a private venue for daily interactions, decorated with screens obstructing the full view, only revealing it’s smaller than this main room, relatively compact.
There were several sofas closer together, with many people sitting and chatting over there.
Director Lin?
Wu Mu thought for a mont, imdiately realizing it referred to Lin Qingyue’s father, Lin Xueming.
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