Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

The Tokyo Sports News was not the only newspaper that was preparing. The Neon Keizai Shimbun, the Akita Kaishin Po, the Osaka Nichi Nichi Shimbun and all the newspapers and magazines with distribution capabilities across Japan were frantically compiling news about Hojo Kyosuke.

The Hokkaido Shimbun in Hojo Kyosuke's hometown was even more excited. Its reporter stationed in Tokyo waited at the Tokyo Daiichi Hotel early in the morning and took many precious photos by using the identity of a fellow villager. In exchange, the words "Hojo Ranch" that would inevitably appear on every photo were ignored.

That was a banner sent by old man Hojo who was far away in Otaru. Although his family was not a ranch with such high productivity that it needed advertising for marketing, the old man would not miss such an opportunity to become famous.

In the early morning, the slightly chilly air was filled with the scent of the sea breeze. As a port city, Otaru is always wet all year round. On the deserted road, the sound of bicycle spokes could be heard constantly, and a part-time newspaper boy put newspapers into the delivery box.

"Hey! Hurry up! It's not okay to be so dirty so early in the morning!"

A powerful voice broke the silence of the air, and the newspaper boy on the bicycle was almost frightened and fell down. When he came to his senses, he saw that the person who spoke was an old man with all his hair standing on end.

"It's you, Mr. Hojo. Are you rushing out to shovel cow dung so early? You won't have the strength to shovel if you don't get enough sleep."

The newsboy fought back without hesitation, throwing the newspaper in his hand from a distance. But he didn't dare to get close, because the old man shoveled cow dung and fed the cows every day, and he was very strong. Last time, he was hit on the head because of his bad mouth, and the big bump on his head didn't go away for a week.

Hojo Yuichi stretched out his big hand and without stopping, he opened the gate and grabbed the newsboy who was about to ride away on his bike. The old man was really strong, and he grabbed the newsboy like a chicken.

"It hurts, it hurts..." The newsboy screamed but did not dare to struggle. These old people from the Showa era loved educating young people the most.

"What are you doing, Mr. Hojo? I still have to deliver newspapers. If I'm late, I'll be late for school."

"Wait a moment, I'll check the newspaper."

Hojo Yu opened the newspaper quickly without even looking up.

"My bag is full of Hokkaido Shimbun. There's no way I'm sending it to the wrong person. Please let me go."

The newsboy complained that unlike Tokyo where a hundred flowers bloomed, although Hokkaido originally had newspapers such as the Otaru Shimbun and the Shin-Hakodate, due to the "one county, one newspaper" policy, they were all merged into the Hokkaido Shimbun.

The newspaper's philosophy is very simple - reporting from the perspective of Hokkaido.

This well-proportioned butt also brought rich rewards. With the five major Japanese newspaper groups notifying the whole country, more than 70% of Hokkaido's newspaper readers subscribed to the Hokkaido Shimbun, and the remaining 30% was divided among other newspapers.

Especially for people like the Hojo family, whose careers have little contact with the outside world, they never read other newspapers. A copy of the Hokkaido Shimbun is enough to meet their daily information needs.

“Haha, sure enough!”

Hojo Yuichi laughed loudly, and slapped the newsboy's back with his hands as big as a palm fan, almost making the thin boy vomit blood.

"Look, look!"

He grabbed the newspaper and held it to the boy's eyes.

The newsboy took a quick look and saw a large picture as usual next to the five big white characters of "Hokkaido Shimbun" on a black background.

"Hokkaido's Writers"

The title is not exaggerated, but such a simple title is already very attractive. This is also a major feature of the Hokkaido Shimbun. Other newspapers’ front-page headlines will definitely report on the most important news, but theirs will definitely be related to Hokkaido.

A literary giant from Hokkaido?

Can this place produce any literary giants besides writers of erotic novels?
The newsboy frowned in confusion, thinking that the Hokkaido News was probably just exaggerating to please the locals.

"...Congratulations to Hojo Kyousuke for winning the 68th Neon Mystery Writers Association Award..."

It then briefly explained the status of this award in Japan. To put it simply, it listed the people who had won the award before. This was very intuitive and the newsboy understood it instantly.

So this Hojo Kyosuke can really be called a literary giant. The newspaper boy even felt that the Hokkaido Shimbun was a little too subtle. If they followed their previous style, they should have directly touted this person as the Nobel Prize winner of Hokkaido. They wrote happily, and the people of Hokkaido read happily.

To be honest, the newsboy himself was quite proud of what he saw. Although the winner had nothing to do with him, he was so happy to see his fellow villager beat the Tokyo guy to win the grand prize that he wanted to use the money he earned from his part-time job this month to buy a copy of "The Devotion of Suspect X" to support him.

But forget it. I have to save the money from working for traveling with my girlfriend.

Really, why doesn’t the government give everyone a free copy? It’s such a happy thing.

The newsboy was thinking to himself. After reading the report, he looked at the photo carefully. Although it was a black and white photo, the printing technology nowadays was not comparable to that of the past. Except for the lack of color, the photo was very clear.

Oh, this height is only 16 years old? Exaggerated, if the newsboy didn't know that Hokkaido Shimbun doesn't like bragging, he would have cursed.

It's ok that he won a big literary award at the age of 16, but he's also really handsome? That's too much.

If I were this handsome, why would I need to work to save money to travel with my girlfriend? There would definitely be a bunch of rich ladies lining up to treat us!

But as he watched, the newsboy suddenly realized something was wrong.

Hmm? No, this photo...

The newsboy's eyes suddenly widened.

Why, why is there a banner of Hojo Ranch on the photo of Hojo Kyosuke attending the awards ceremony! ?
As far as I can remember, this ranch is...

He raised his head stiffly and saw the old lion's grinning mouth and a mouthful of sharp white teeth.

"Hahahaha, see, this is my grandson!"

Hojo Yuichi laughed and hit the newsboy madly with another round of giant bear attacks.

“Ahem… is this true?!”

The newsboy opened his mouth wide and shouted in disbelief.

Seeing the young man's surprised expression, Mr. Hojo became even more proud. He pointed his thick finger at the newspaper and said loudly:
“The name of my ranch is written here.”

The newsboy looked at the handsome guy in the newspaper, then looked at the old man next to him who had hair all over his body and was as fierce as a lion, and expressed his doubts directly.

"He's really my grandson, my real grandson!" Hojo Yuichi emphasized. Although his son and grandson seemed too polite because they read too much, unlike his son who would become paralyzed from shoveling cow dung, his good grandson had a very good physique.

The newsboy opened his mouth, still in disbelief, but before he could say anything, another shout came from the side.

"Xiong Yi, what are you doing holding Xiao Hao? Let him go. I'm waiting to read the newspaper, you bastard."

The newsboy turned around and saw, as expected, another old man. The old man whose family ran a glass factory, Yagi Kazumasa. He was not a good guy either, and was also very strong. His beatings were very painful.

"Hahaha, Xiaozheng, you are blessed today!"

Hojo Yuichi laughed.

"I also think I will be lucky today, because I saw you so early in the morning, which must have used up all the bad luck of the day. Everything will be good from now on."

Yagi Kazumasa was complaining when he pushed open the gate and walked out.

"Boy, go deliver the newspapers quickly. I'll deliver the Yagi family's newspapers for you." Old man Hojo reached out and took a newspaper and walked towards his old friend.

The newsboy stood aside and watched silently. It was the same process again. The glass craftsman was also very serious, but he was not beaten like himself. Instead, it was Hojo Old Gyu who was beaten madly.

"Asshole, how can you have such a powerful grandson!"

"Why would your son give up the glamorous world of the big city and come back to inherit the family business?!"

"Why isn't this my grandson!"

Yagi Kazumasa's shouts became louder and louder, and the newsboy finally confirmed that what was said in the newspaper was true.

The high school student who won the Neon Mystery Writers Association Award at the age of sixteen was really the grandson of this rancher.

Can those hands, besides grabbing dung forks, actually produce writers?
The newsboy thought in disbelief, and then he saw the houses around him open their doors, and a group of old men and women came out because of the noise. This place is like this, the young people who have the ability run to Tokyo, and the incapable ones try their best to go to places like Sapporo, and the ones who stay are all old antiques.

The old men and women were all acquaintances, and a bunch of them surrounded Hojo Yuichi and cursed him, saying dirty words, but in fact they were envious of the old man for having such an amazing grandson. The closer they were to each other, the more nasty the curses were, and Yagi Kazumasa was the most excited.

"Did this guy become a writer just to find twenty lovers?"

Mr. Yagi couldn't understand it. Shouldn't he become a writer first and then a scumbag? But why did Hojo Kyosuke do the opposite?

"Hahaha, didn't you say that my eldest grandson would one day be unable to stay out there and run back to his hometown? What do you say now?"

Hojo Yuichi waved the newspaper in his hand proudly.

"..."

The glass craftsman remained silent, lowered his head and cursed something inaudible.

The newsboy looked at the smug look on the Hojo old couple's faces and felt an inexplicable sourness in his heart.

That’s great. I also want my old man at home to praise me like this in front of the neighbors.

Then I heard that Hojo Yuichi's old neighbors were already promoting their granddaughters or daughters, saying things like "We are all in Tokyo, and we are neighbors, so we can interact more often" and "My daughter is so pretty, you can see it when you look at my granddaughter."

The newsboy became even more sour.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing here?"

Yagi Ichimasa, who was speechless due to being blocked, saw the newsboy still standing there and shouted:

"Hurry up and deliver the newspapers. If you're late, I'll complain to you!"

"Oh, oh, right away."

Damn old man!

The newsboy cursed in his heart, got on his bike and left.

It’s too far away to be a great writer, so I’d better just deliver newspapers honestly.

With a wail, he drove onto the road.

Over there, Hojo Yuichi was still happily accepting the flattery from his old friends.

"...Hahaha, Kyosuke originally invited me to attend the award ceremony, and said he would introduce Edogawa Ranpo to me, but I couldn't bear to leave my cow at home, and I thought this was just a mere Mystery Association Award, and Kyosuke will definitely win the Nobel Prize in Literature in the future, so I can just go then..."

"Edogawa Ranpo? He's old enough to be your grandfather. How could he still be alive?!"

Yagi Ichimasa said unhappily:

"You still can't bear to leave your cow. Last time you went to Tokyo, you asked me to help take care of it, and you even complained that I made your cow thin."

"What? Xiaozheng, you asked me what Kyousuke's house in Tokyo looks like?"

Hojo Yuichi said loudly:

"Hey, it only cost 400 million yen. I advised him to buy a high-end tower, but he said he missed his old house and bought a big villa. The location is very good. There are two universities and three high schools nearby. The neighbors are either big stars or company presidents..."

Yes, yes, I am a glass craftsman. I am so sorry.

"One, four hundred million in Sri Lanka! Only a great writer like your Kyousuke can make that much money, right?"

The old lady next door exclaimed.

Someone next to him corrected him: "What great writer? That's called a literary giant!"

"Hahahaha... They're all the same. They're just really remarkable people."

Yagi Kazumasa wanted to leave, but he couldn't bear to do so.

That guy also learned technology from me, although he was making glass, but I can also be considered his teacher, right?

The winning photo this time has a banner of Hojo Ranch. Next time, I'll add my glass factory's banner below it, right? It's OK if the font is a little smaller. At worst, when he is chased by his girlfriends and flees back to Hokkaido, I can take him in and take refuge in the factory.

The old man was very thoughtful. After all, if he hid in the Hojo family, he would definitely be found.

A group of old men and women were standing on the roadside and talking excitedly. Hojo Yuichi generously promised that he would invite them to visit the next time his eldest grandson came home so that the neighbors could get some spiritual energy.

It was not until the sun had completely climbed up into the sky that the old man remembered the hungry cows in the pasture.

Well, my eldest grandson has worked hard to attend the awards ceremony, so why don't we kill another one and send it over? Let Ichiro come back to escort him.

Yuichi Hojo drove a small truck to the ranch, fed grass, cleaned up cow dung... After finishing a bunch of chores, he led out a strong cow and pushed it onto a slightly larger truck.

These are going to be sent to the auction house for auction. The cattle on the ranch cannot be sold casually. They are usually sent to auctions organized by the local livestock dealers trade cooperative association.

This kind of auction is usually held every ten days. Originally, today was not the day chosen by Mr. Hojo to sell the cattle, but he really couldn't suppress the urge to show off!
At worst, you can just pull it over and say you don’t want to sell it anymore.

The old man thought so.

But unfortunately, the poor and fat cow was still sold.

As soon as they arrived at the auction venue, before Hojo Yuichi could show off, all the ranchers and association presidents at the auction gathered around him. They were all old acquaintances, so they naturally knew the background of the "Hojo Ranch" in the newspaper, and they started to flatter it again.

The cow also sold for twice the price, and the restaurant owner said he planned to write on the door of the store:

Even the great writers from Hokkaido said it was delicious!
Old man Hojo Yuichi was so happy that he generously allowed the other party to use the photo of his grandson in the newspaper for advertising. (End of this chapter)