The old lady Qianjiang has been like ants on a hot pot all day.
Letting things bother her, and seeing nothing pleasing to her eyes, she has already dropped four teacups today, all of which were "famous products" that old man Qian Jiang bought at a high price during his lifetime.
When it was the fifth one, the youngest son Qian Jiangzhuo wanted to stop him, but the old woman yelled angrily: "Don't stop me! Your father spent so much money on these crap, there is a egg! He just bought it At that time, I asked an appraisal expert to appraise this thing, unless it is an antique, the current celebrity's works are expensive, but it is difficult to sell if you don't meet someone you like!"
"That can be sold for sale!" Qian Jiangzhuo grabbed the old woman tightly, "Don't fall, mother! There are reporters outside the room, and they can hear the sound of falling things! The results of the professor's meeting will be announced after a while , that Fujii is finished!"
The old woman took several deep breaths and finally put down the tea set.
Just then the phone rang.
The old woman stretched out her hand: "Quick, call me!"
The youngest daughter-in-law quickly picked up the extension phone and ran over.
The old lady Qianjiang took the extension and pressed the call button: "Moses, Moses?"
The voice of Professor Guoli came from the other side of the phone. It seems that the professors finally decided that Professor Guoli, the chairman of the professors' association, would tell the old lady Qianjiang about the decision of the professors' association.
"Mrs. Qianjiang, are you okay? Is your body okay?"
"Don't give me that! Did you fire that whore?"
"About this matter... The professor will vote to revoke her suspension and restore her student status..."
The old lady Qian Jiang yelled and interrupted Professor Guoli: "How can you do this! That prostitute pissed off my husband and the leading figure in the field of international relations, and scolded me for selling my body for chocolate!"
"Mrs. Qianjiang, listen to me, first of all, stating the facts is not considered cursing..."
"you!"
"Secondly!" Professor Guoli raised his voice and forcibly continued the interrupted words, "Student Mikako Fujii's prediction on the international situation has basically come true, and Professor Qianjiang's previous scolding and admonition to her have all been proved to be wrong. Reasonably, we should not maintain Fujii-san's suspension from school."
"What did you say? Then my husband... how about my husband's death? My husband was so mad!"
"Professor Qian Jiang's death, I am also very sorry, our school has lost a leader in the field of international relations, it is a great loss for us..."
"Don't give me a bureaucratic accent!" The old lady Qianjiang interrupted Professor Guoli again, she no longer cared about being polite and decent, "my husband died on the podium of Sophia University, there must be an explanation for this!"
Although Professor Guoli was interrupted and yelled at again and again, he was not angry at all, and his tone was still steady: "Indeed, Professor Qian Jiang died on the podium, and he was still cultivating and discovering talents for our school until the last moment of his life. We are very grateful." I was moved, so I will propose to set up a bronze statue of Professor Qian Jiang on the campus, a full-body bronze statue, at the regular meeting of the faculty meeting on Monday."
The old lady Qianjiang almost couldn't catch her breath. Seeing this, her youngest son hurried up and patted her on the back to comfort her.
"You can freely give your opinion on the location of the bronze statue. The shape is decided based on the photo of Professor Qian Jiang kept in our school's archives. What do you think?"
If Mrs. Qianjiang was from Cantonese, she would definitely yell at her at this time, "I'll fuck you up", or "I'll shovel you".
But what they say is a good thing, after all, it is a bronze statue, or a full-body bronze statue!
whole body!
Therefore, the old lady Qianjiang could only hold back the urge to scold her mother in her heart, and smiled apologetically: "That's really great. But what about Mikako Fujii? She's so mad at my husband!"
"Oh, about this, Professor Kuboli from the School of Foreign Languages was at the scene, and according to his testimony, it was just a normal academic dispute, both sides were emotional, and it was Professor Qianjiang who first called Fujii like a whore.
"Professors participating in the meeting agreed that it is normal to speak unscrupulously when they are emotional. If necessary, we will hold a press conference to ask Mr. Fujii to apologize for his unscrupulous words."
The old lady Qianjiang didn't catch her breath again.
Her youngest son desperately patted her on the back to give her a smooth ride.
In Japan, "apology" is basically equivalent to not pursuing follow-up.
Sometimes an apology and a resignation go hand in hand, but it is a very serious fault, and the person who is withdrawn to apologize was also chosen as a scapegoat.
Fujii Mikako has no job to resign, which basically means that the punishment given to her by the school in this matter ends here.
After the old lady Qian Jiang managed to catch her breath, she questioned, "That's it? Isn't my husband's death in vain?"
"How can you say that? Didn't he discover such a talented student as Fujii? The professors are all looking forward to what kind of achievements Fujii can achieve in the future. We all believe in Professor Qianjiang's vision."
The old lady Qianjiang almost didn't turn her head, and finally figured out Professor Guoli's logic: Professor Qianjiang was Mikako Fujii's first tutor in international relations, so it can be considered that Professor Qianjiang discovered Mikako Fujii's work in international relations. aspects of talent.
Although Professor Qianjiang misjudged the international situation, the students he taught were right!
Although Professor Qianjiang taught Mikako Fujii for half a month.
Although Professor Qianjiang had banned Mikako from entering his classroom before his death.
But it is true that only Professor Chie has taught Fujii Mikako International Relations so far.
"You guys!" the old lady Qian Jiang gritted her teeth and questioned, "You have already decided to give up your husband, right? It turns out it's true!"
"We didn't mean that, otherwise we wouldn't have erected a bronze statue for the professor." Professor Guoli was still amiable, "I understand your mood and your desire to expel Mr. Fujii from the school, but it is impossible for the school to do so now. Make such a decision. If you still believe that Fujii-san is unshirkably responsible for the death of Professor Qianjiang, you can sue her."
The old lady Qianjiang was not angry, because the Tokyo police had already come to the conclusion that cardiovascular disease caused the death, and it had nothing to do with Mikako Fujii.
In this case, suing Fujii Mikako, unless the lawyer has the supernatural power to turn decay into magic, it is basically useless.
She calmed down and said after she stabilized her emotions: "Professor Guoli, my husband has devoted himself to Sophia University, but now he has a bad reputation after he dies. Have you read the weekly Fang Chun and Maimai News reports? Too much deception! You just... "
"So we are going to erect a bronze statue of him to show the school's attitude." This time it was Professor Guoli's turn to interrupt the old lady Qianjiang with a smile.
The old lady Qian Jiang was so choked that she couldn't speak.
Professor Guo Li over there obviously didn't intend to waste any more time: "Well, I have other important things to do, so I'll hang up first. Take care of your health and don't get angry all the time. Goodbye."
The old lady Qianjiang had no choice but to respond: "Goodbye."
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a beeping busy tone over there, and she might have put down the receiver when she heard the first tone at the beginning of "goodbye".
After listening to the busy tone for a few seconds, the old lady Qian Jiang stood there holding the extension phone as if she had gone down.
Suddenly she held up the telephone extension and was about to fall to the ground.
Her youngest son was shocked and was about to stop, but the old lady stopped by herself.
"Where is my phone book! Here! I want to call the Minister of Foreign Affairs!"
Hearing the words "Minister of Foreign Affairs", all the people in the room who were about to come up to appease the old lady froze. The young daughter-in-law rushed over with the phone book and handed it to the old lady.
The old woman flipped through and found the phone number of the Minister of Foreign Affairs.
Behind her, the youngest daughter-in-law whispered to her youngest son, Qian Jiangzhuo: "Then how did you find someone in the phone book? There is no mark at all. I didn't even know which number was for when I looked through it."
"I don't know, but that phone book, my mother has been using it since I was a child, and the numbers she collects will be written in it, and she can always find the number from it when she needs it, it's so amazing. "
"If the old lady died, wouldn't the phone be useless?" The youngest daughter-in-law was shocked.
"Say less!"
While the young couple were talking, the old lady got through the phone: "Hi, hello, is this Foreign Minister Ze Ye?"
"I am, are you... Mrs. Qianjiang?"
"Yes, yes, during the New Year, my husband and I sat in the box next to yours at the concert, did you forget?"
"I don't forget. At that time, I had a chat with Mr. Qian Jiang about the situation of the Iran-Iraq war. I am very sorry about Mr. Qian Jiang's affairs. Please be sorry."
"Hey, everyone is dead, what else can I do? My husband won't be able to come back if I do anything. But today's news..."
"I read today's Maimai news, alas, it's a pity, if Teacher Qianjiang had adopted this student's opinion, things wouldn't have developed like this."
"Eh? Uh, Mr. Sawano, what do you mean..."
"The day before the war between Britain and Argentina, the Prime Minister asked me my opinion on the situation, but I patted my chest according to the report of the staff and said that it was impossible to go to war.
"The main author of that report is Teacher Qianjiang's disciple. If Teacher Qianjiang can accept this Fujii-san's opinion, don't treat her differently just because she is a woman, and I won't lose face in front of the Prime Minister."
The old lady Qian Jiang didn't know what to say at all.
Waiting there for a few seconds, before the old lady Qianjiang answered, she said, "I still have a meeting, so I can't continue talking. Also, please don't make this call in the future. No one answers this call. If there is something to do Please call my office, the office is answered by a secretary 24 hours a day, so there will be no delay."
It is said that it is relatively easy to make mistakes, but what it really means is "You are no longer qualified to call me directly, just go to the secretary's side honestly."
Many of the phones of this kind of big shots use the latest technology. They come with caller ID. When you see a call that you don’t want to end, you can press a button to switch to a line that no one answers. It won’t hinder other people from calling in, but It will not let the caller find out that he was rejected, because the caller can still hear the ringing tone, thinking that it is ringing.
The old lady Qian Jiang was holding the extension phone, listening to the beeping busy tone from the receiver, she was completely dumbfounded, and stood there in a daze.
Then her hand suddenly let go of the phone extension, allowing "Big Brother" to slide down naturally...
Qian Jiangzhuo caught the dropped microphone and held it in his hand.
He dared not ask the foreign minister what to say.
Suddenly, the old lady Qian Jiang grabbed the chair beside her and threw it towards the window.
The movement was so fast that no one could stop it. The chair just smashed the window glass and flew out of the big villa.
Immediately, the exclamation of the reporters outside the yard could be heard, followed by the flashing lights outside the house one after another.
The old lady Qianjiang yelled: "Call the lawyer! I want to sue Mikako Fujii!"
"Huh? But the conclusion of the police..."
"You are stupid, you can't sue her for murder, but you can also sue her for defamation! I didn't get the chocolate that I raised your elder brother by selling myself! I became the mistress of an American military officer! I'm not a prostitute!"
The youngest daughter-in-law was dumbfounded, she turned her head and pulled the corner of her husband's clothes and whispered, "No wonder I always feel that my eldest brother looks a little American..."
"You are stupid, the eldest brother was born at that time, if there is any, the second brother will have it."
"Yes, no wonder your second brother is so dark..."
"Idiot, black people couldn't be officers in those days, black should just be a natural mutation."
"That's how it is... Wait a minute, should we stop the old lady, it will continue to embarrass me if this continues."
"Then we can only wait for the elder brother to come back." Qian Jiangzhuo shook his head, "I don't have the ability to hold back the old lady now."
The old lady Qianjiang was still yelling there: "I want to sue her! I want her to lose money, severely! Compensation for my mental damage! By the way, there is also the weekly magazine Fangchun, and the selling news, all of which are slanderous! I want Sue them together! Get the best lawyers to sue them!"
Qian Jiangzhuo and his wife looked at each other, and confirmed the expressions of "this is terrible" from each other's faces.
**
On Kazuma's side, Mikako had just finished a round of interviews, and the reporter just left and put a large font on the floor of the dojo: "This is more tiring than practicing swords!"
"I think I should call the reporters back and tell them to take a pat on you now slumped on the floor like a puddle of slime."
Mikako waved her hand: "Call it. I don't care anyway. Now this matter has completely surpassed my thinking, and I won't be surprised no matter how strange it becomes... Uh, it seems that I said a wrong sentence?"
"No, it's just a little confusing." Kazuma looked at Mikako, who was paralyzed on the ground, and decided to go to the living room to watch TV.
There should be an update on the events on TV.
When Mikako saw that he and the horse had left the dojo, she got up and followed out.
In the living room with Ma, he turned on the TV, and Kaka turned the knob to change the channel.
Mikako burst out laughing: "You turn on the TV like this, just like my father when he comes home from get off work. Ah, no, you don't have smelly socks, and when my father takes off his shoes, his socks will Unleash the power of a biological weapon.
"So every time Dad comes home, I stay far away from the living room."
He Ma shrugged: "I've been thinking, is the thing about smelly feet related to age."
"It's possible. So Hema, will your feet smell bad when you reach your age? Shouldn't I cherish you who don't have smelly feet now?"
What the hell am I who cherishes the smelly feet
Saying that you cherish the cardamom years, this is a youth love novel, and "cherishing you who don't have smelly feet"...
While joking, he switched to NHK with Ma.
It just so happens that the afternoon news program is being broadcast, and the subtitles are discussing the matter of Mikako.
The host has finished his opening speech, so let's introduce the guests: "About this incident, we have invited Prof. Mita, an expert in sociology from the University of Tokyo. Prof. Mita specializes in women's emancipation..."
As soon as he heard Professor Mita, Kazuma was invigorated. Isn’t this one of the professors who celebrated with a group of old leftists in the lounge on the first floor of Tokyo University that day, “Qian Jiang said that we are a nest of leftists”
Then the camera cuts to Professor Mita.
Hema knew at a glance that Professor Mita was overjoyed.
But going on TV must be serious, not joking, so he is obviously holding back his laughter.
A professor in his 50s is trying to hold back his laughter just like a child, trying to maintain his majesty with a straight face...
Kazuma couldn't help but said, "Professor Mita, be more reserved!"
Mikako asked suspiciously, "Do you know this professor?"
"Yeah, I just arrived at the school that morning, and they pulled me over to ask about the specific circumstances of Professor Qian Jiang's death."
To be precise, this group of people came to Chagua happily after their enemies hiccupped their farts.
Mikako raised her eyebrows and suddenly asked, "Professor Qianjiang seems to say that your university is a den of the left wing, is that true?"
"Um... According to my observation, it seems to be true." He Ma recalled the scene of a group of professors happily telling each other that morning, "Qian Jiang said we are a lair of the left wing".
Mikako: "Won't you have a great time at Dongda with Ma?"
He Ma: "It seems so in theory, but the problem is..."
"The issue is?"
"Since I started school in April, I haven't attended classes well. Less than a month after school started in April, I was sent to the hospital by Qingliu..."
"Yeah, I just remembered. Qingliu is bad!"
"No, no, I cut her into the hospital too, we're even."
"You are also bad at Kazuma." Mikako said.
He Ma didn't bother to complain about her style of speaking. Just at this time, the polite words on TV were over, and the host asked Professor Mita: "So, Professor Mita, as a sociology expert and an advocate of the women's equal rights movement, how do you comment on this?" What about the next incident?"
Professor Mita opened his mouth, and He Ma thought he wanted to laugh three times first. After all, he wanted to laugh or bite someone when he grinned so wide, but Professor Mita held back and began to comment seriously: "Women's equal rights, in fact It is inevitable for the development and progress of productivity. The development of productivity has greatly weakened the advantages of men in production capacity.
"In the past, in the factory, there was manual work everywhere, and there were no male workers, but now the production lines are highly automated, and women can also be industrial workers.
"There is also the field of agriculture. In the past, plowing the fields was all manual labor. The number of males in each farm directly determined the amount of farmland it could manage. But now, in the United States and the large farms in the Soviet Union, agriculture has been mechanized.
"In China, female tractor drivers even pay RMB. Of course, in many industries now, men still have physical advantages, such as cleaning glass at high altitudes. Even in the Soviet Union and China, there are basically no women in this industry...
"However, we can foresee that with the advancement of technology and the continuous development of productivity in the future, the productivity that women and men can exert will basically converge. This is the material basis for equal rights and an objective guarantee that equal rights will inevitably come.
"I have to point out that we in Japan are still very backward in this regard. Our women are still bound by traditional concepts in the family. After they get married, they concentrate on housework. They even think that married women will lose face when they come out to work.
"Looking down on women and not recognizing that women can play the same value as men in social production is a deep-rooted concept in Japan.
"Professor Qian Jiang, as a right-wing scholar, refuses to admit that women can get along with men on an equal footing, and refuses to accept the fact that a female student has judged the international situation more accurately than him. !"
After Professor Mita finished speaking, he grinned and burst out laughing, and then he remembered that he couldn't be so explicit, so he jumped up and looked serious again.
While Professor Mita was speaking, the hostess kept nodding.
As soon as the professor finished speaking, she immediately interjected: "As a woman, I have deep feelings for what Professor Mita said. When I wanted to fight for the host position of this current commentary program, my colleagues didn't understand. They all thought that the female anchor It’s okay to read press releases on the news, or go to weather forecast programs to report the weather, but it’s absolutely impossible to deal with current commentary and talk programs.”
"Really? This is the general opinion in Japanese society. Be content. You didn't even have the opportunity to work in a TV station before."
The hostess nodded: "Yes. Now there is a voice in my family and on the TV station, asking me to get married and go home as soon as possible. It seems that I have to resign after I get married."
"This is the current situation in Japan. But don't worry," Professor Mita said, "The situation is improving. I believe that in ten or twenty years, girls will not only be female anchors, but also female producers. , female congressman, female minister. I heard that Ms. Fujii Mikako's wish is to become the first female foreign minister in Japanese history!"
As soon as Professor Mita finished speaking, Mikako looked confused in front of the TV: "Huh?"
He Ma patted her on the shoulder: "Not bad, I've been promoted, congratulations."
Chiyoko just came in at this time, and clapped her hands together without knowing what was going on: "Congratulations!"
Amao and Senior Gao Jianze who came in behind were puzzled, anyway, they clapped their hands first: "Congratulations!"