Tokyo, everyone is drawing comics, who still wants to fall in love?

The streets of Shinjuku, Tokyo, under the night sky are like a world that never sleeps.

As a famous food street, Omoide Yokocho is full of colorful lights and neon lights.

On the busy streets, you can see all kinds of shops and vendors. The aroma of food on the stalls is so tempting that you can't help but want to eat.

"The air is filled with the smell of cherry blossoms." Oda Shingo sighed as he walked.

There are a wide variety of traditional Japanese delicacies such as grilled fish skewers, octopus balls, sushi, and beer, sake, and cocktails of all flavors, satisfying people's dietary needs.

Especially Japanese cocktails, which are full of weird feelings. And they are not limited to bars. They are often found in roadside wine stalls. Many guys can mix cocktails for you by lifting their kimono sleeves.

The most bizarre is the Japanese cocktail, as if anything can be mixed in. Compared with China's preference for sweetened bubbly drinks, Japan particularly likes to go for sour taste.

As Oda Shingo was walking, he saw a Japanese youth mixing a light yellow cocktail for a middle-aged man at a food stall next to him.

"Try my new flavor!" the young man shouted excitedly.

Affordable bourbon black whiskey, mixed with 30% apple cider vinegar, 10% cranberry juice, and finally sprinkled with a layer of crushed dried orange peel.

Oda Shingo felt his scalp tingling just by looking at it.

"Yoshi! Yoshi! Yoshi! It's the memory of first love! What's the name of this flavor?" The middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle drank it all in one gulp, patting his hairy thighs and shouting.

"[I saw from a distance that the school beauty bought condoms]"

"..."

Oda Shingo listened and felt that the name was just right.

"This name is great!" The uncle felt the same way, and he tilted his head and threw the long bangs that fell on his nose back, and twisted them on top of his head a few times, as if he was a few years younger.

Wine is a poison that sticks to men's hearts more than women.

Oda Shingo looked at his watch and it was almost the agreed time.

He quickened his pace.

The words [District Citizens' Tavern] were far away, and there was a Kadoda Izakaya in front.

Oda Shingo went there according to the address.

It was a Japanese-style izakaya, not big, and the location was a bit remote.

"You actually chose this place." Oda Shingo touched his chin, thinking about the skills of a business veteran.

Choosing this place, it seems that Sansaburo Mikami wanted to take advantage of the environment to say something from the heart.

The headquarters of Qun Ying Sha must have encountered a lot of trouble.

"Isai, Isai!" As soon as he entered the door, the female clerk of the izakaya immediately called out loudly.

Oda Shingo noticed that the kitchen of this izakaya was placed in the northwest. According to the traditional Japanese Feng Shui custom, it was a female owner.

"Oh--Shingo! Come here!" Sankami Saburo seemed to have heard the voice, and lifted the dark blue curtain at the private room and waved his hand to greet him.

Oda Shingo responded and went over.

There were not many people in the store. Oda Shingo changed his shoes in the aisle and entered the private room.

The space was very small, less than ten square meters, and the ceiling was extremely low, almost reaching out with a hand.

Assistant Okita was not there, only Director Mikami was alone.

"Shingo, I'm very happy that you can come."

"It's an honor to be invited by the director."

At a small table, Oda Shingo and Sankami Saburo sat opposite each other.

This kind of pocket environment, if entertaining guests in China, may be regarded as petty.

But in Japan, it has a different meaning.

Especially if there are only two people, this usually means that they want to get closer. Especially in the joint-stock company, it is almost a sign that I regard you as one of my own.

Sansaburo called out on his own initiative: "Let's have some Sapporo beer first! Oda, you won't order ginger ale, will you?"

Unlike the habit of drinking ice water first during the day, Japanese people always drink beer first at night. And unlike the Chinese who mostly prefer a single taste, they pay attention to mellow and thick foam.

"Same as what you drink." Oda Shingo smiled.

No honorifics or other politeness.

Because he noticed that Sansaburo called him by his name three times.

It's not a coincidence that Japanese superiors and subordinates do not call each other by their surnames but by their names.

It seems that this heart may be deeper than expected tonight.

Oda Shingo is a relatively special existence in the web department. He has no editor and is directly under the name of Minister Sansaburo.

Even his web editing background, the editor position is Sansaburo.

Although many of the contents of the contract are equal, from the perspective of traditional comics companies such as Qunyingsha, the two can be called superiors and subordinates.

"Please enjoy your meal." The waitress brought a large barrel of beer and served the free tsuboshi. She did not leave after pouring the beer.

The waitress poured the beer and did not leave. It was obvious that she was very familiar with Sankami Saburo and knew his habits.

As for tsuboshi, otoshi means appetizer. Izakayas will serve such small dishes to customers who order drinks before meals.

What's more interesting is that this appetizer is probably the dish that the boss spends the most time on, and it often has its own unique flavor.

Many old customers come to a certain izakaya frequently just for this.

"I like the pickled radish here the most! The sweet and sour flavor of seaweed is also very special and has a good aftertaste!" Sankami Saburo talked about the izakaya while sharing the appetizers with Shingo on a public plate.

"This is the place where I drink most often."

"The boss lady was my senior back then, and she's also a famous beauty in the school!" Sankami Saburo chuckled twice.

This kind of topic can always bring out the empathy of men, instantly eliminating the gap between each other.

Oda Shingo also cooperated very well, showing a smirk that only men understand: "I didn't expect that today, the director would bring me to see a beauty."

"Don't call me director, today here, there are only Shingo and Saburo!" Sankami Saburo raised his beer glass, "Shingo, congratulations! "One Punch Man" was successfully launched, and the results are amazing!"

The two clinked their beer glasses.

Oda Shingo was careful to lower the wall of the glass lower than Sankami Saburo.

But the other party sighed and deliberately pulled the position to the same level before they bumped into each other.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

What happened is bigger than I expected! Oda Shingo drank the whole glass of beer in one breath, feeling the wheat aroma and sandy taste of Sapporo beer.

Traditionally, when Japanese people clink glasses, they must drink up the wine in the glass. In recent years, only young people have lost this habit.

Oda Shingo took the beer barrel and poured new beer for Mikami Saburo.

Mikami Saburo took the menu and began to introduce and order dishes. He was a little frivolous, which made Oda Shingo wonder if it was the Minister Mikami he knew before.

"The cold slave tofu here is soft and elastic, which always reminds me of my first love in high school!"

"The skewers are a must, the hot and slightly burnt taste, a bit of a burning taste on the tip of the tongue. Damn, I said that the taste of the skewers here is very much like the senior who broke up with me in college!"

"By the way, we are all alumni of Tokyo University of the Arts!"

"As for the wine, how about ordering Ginjo? Your waist hasn't been squeezed dry by women yet?"

Oda Shingo nodded: "Don't worry."

The two of them drank and talked, ate and talked until late at night in the izakaya.

It was past midnight, and he was drunk, but Sankami Saburo didn't talk about the main business.

It seems that this difficulty that has not been spoken will most likely fall on me. Oda Shingo thought.

I heard Sankami Saburo talk about a lot of gossip, even which small forest in Tokyo University of the Arts is secret, which sports equipment room door lock is easy to break, and which bookshelf in the library is the most hidden from people, all of which are known...

On the other side, in the single room rented by Namikaze Yukaku.

"Oda-kun... really..." Namikaze Yukaku put the erotic gift (fog) he received into his suitcase and pressed it to the bottom.

She was very depressed and held her chin in a daze: "In comics, it is always said that men are very impatient, and it seems to be true. Can't you take it slowly..."

On the other hand, at Fujido Dojo.

"Dad, you are really good at picking up things..." Fujido Kaoru looked at the slippers in the handbag with a frown.

Her father mentioned Oda Shingo, and she didn't dare to believe it.

But when the things were laid out, it was clear that the slippers were embroidered with cranes, which corresponded exactly to her oranges.

It was obvious who these slippers were made for.

Fujido Kaoru's mouth was crooked, almost reaching behind her ears.