Write well, don't fight

The wind was howling, and outside this unattractive building, which was actually the headquarters of the Armed Detective Agency, a huge helicopter had just parked on the street outside.

Wearing a well-known suit, with Erlang's legs crossed, he sat on the sofa like a master, and the neatly combed back hair seemed to be shining like gold under the light.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, the president of the detective agency, Fukuna... Fukuda..."

The man still held a lit cigar between his fingers, and a middle-aged man in a kimono sat across from him, and a low voice sounded.

"Fuze."

"Yes, that's it." The man didn't feel guilty at all, and snapped his fingers, "Speaking of which, it's not good to just park the helicopter outside, oops, this is also the first time I've visited a company that doesn't even have an apron. .”

"My foreign friends, it has been hard for you to visit from afar. May I ask what you can do." Fukuzawa Yukichi put his hands in the sleeves of his kimono, still looking as stable as Mount Tai.

"My name is Fitzgerald, and I belong to a group in the United States called [Combination]. I own three business groups, five hotels, and even an exclusive airline route..."

The man named Fitzgerald began to show off his wealth endlessly. After Fukuzawa Yukichi interrupted the other party's long speech, the man finally revealed his real purpose.

"There's only one thing I want, and that's..."

Fukuzawa Yukichi still didn't change his face, but his pupils shrank slightly.

Is it...

"Hand over the license to open the business."

……

"I refuse." Fukuzawa Yukichi refused without hesitation, "It's like money cannot buy life, and there is nothing that can be exchanged for a license. Looking forward to it, and Natsume-san who worked hard to get permission."

Fukuzawa Yukichi suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "That is not something that a rich man with a head full of banknotes can touch casually.

The man in the suit had bulging veins on his forehead, and there was a look of hostility on the brow: "But if all the employees disappear, the company will cease to exist. By then, it will be too late even if you change your mind."

Fukuzawa Yukichi ignored the other party's naked/naked threats, and pointed towards the door: "Thank you for your advice, please go back."

The man in the suit gestured to his entourage to bring the suitcase full of banknotes, turned and walked towards the door.

"I'll leave a message for you in tomorrow's morning paper. You have to read it carefully, my friend." His eyes narrowed.

"As long as it's what I want, there's nothing I can't get."

Kenji Miyazawa who saw him off opened the door, and the man in the suit who had just stepped out bumped into the girl who hurried in with a book in her arms.

"oops!"

"I'm very sorry." The girl picked up the book that fell on the ground, tilted her head and looked curiously at the group of people who were obviously foreign in front of her, "Are you new guests? That helicopter outside belongs to you?"

Fitzgerald obviously didn't want to pay attention to the girl in front of him. He straightened his crooked bow tie, as if he wanted to ignore the girl and leave directly.

"They are visiting people from the United States who traveled thousands of miles away." Tanizaki Naomi who appeared at the door at some time held a delicately crafted business card and smiled at Weisha who had a curious look in her eyes.

"Weisha, do you want to know?"

The detective agency knew Naomi's plan in an instant, and cast gloating eyes mixed with a hint of pity for foreseeing the future to the visitors who didn't know why.

Tanizaki Naomi deliberately raised her voice, trying to read the name on the business card clearly word by word.

"Francis...Scott...Kee...Fitzgerald."

Fitzgerald didn't know why he saw the girl in the bright red scarf in front of him exclaim in surprise, a kind of fanatical light suddenly appeared in her eyes, like the rising sun, she didn't even care about the book she was holding, and went straight to He stopped in front of him, clasped his hands and looked excited.

"Mr. Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald! Mr. Fitzgerald, the spokesperson of the American "Jazz Age"!"

Wei Xia's body swayed slightly, and she suddenly grabbed the hand of the man in a suit with an inexplicable face, shaking up and down greatly, her tone of voice soared into the sky.

"A person becomes brilliant when he is in pain. When my life is on the right track, I start to be like you, forget you like you forget me, and then forget the pain and start to become mediocre and shameful. I don't want to This way, I don’t want to be like this, I can’t touch you, you are like Gatsby’s dream, extremely bright, but untouchable. There are too many temptations on the road ahead, I am not as great as Gatsby, I may embark on other paths I can't keep chasing your footsteps."

"We keep pushing forward, sailing against the current, being pushed back again and again into the old days."

"Using the narrative method of "dual narrative perspective" to express hesitation and regret for reality, the pursuit of personal success, money and wealth, we can also see his cherishing and admiration for beautiful things, and his criticism of the dark side of society and the evil in human nature Mr. Your "The Great Gatsby" is a true portrayal of the "lost generation" in the United States, and it is a work of genius that cannot be found!"

Fitzgerald stood there dumbfounded, not even paying attention to the rumpled appearance of his well-crafted suit by the girl, so that's why... Fitzgerald felt that he had seen a way of sunshine that even money could not match, literature, It turns out that only literature is a precious thing that can't even be bought with money. Literature can heal people's hearts. Whether it is Zelda or himself, only literature is the real thing that is not stained by money. Ah, this is the supreme literature. , I will definitely break all obstacles for you, whether it is money or others, this will truly make me Gatsby! "

The detective agency was not surprised to see a man in a suit who didn't even want the so-called demeanor, stepping on leather shoes and running all the way onto the helicopter, followed by his two followers, and then turned his admiring gaze to Tanizaki Naomi, and even Kunikida Doppo coughed , Open your mouth to praise.

Tanizaki Naomi snorted, and couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing, secretly giving thumbs up to the girl with childish hair.

Weisha, well done!

The girl who seemed to have just come back to her senses blinked her warm orange pupils, as if thinking of something, she patted her head in frustration.

"Oh, I forgot to tell Mr. Fitzgerald that if possible, he must submit the article to the armed editorial department!"

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"Yokohama Morning News": Mr. Fitzgerald from the United States shocked the literary world with "The Great Gatsby". The angle of view and the delicate strokes depict a sad and beautiful love story doomed to tragedy.

Is this a challenge book by American writers to the Yokohama literary world?

Writers in Yokohama, the time has come to uphold the dignity of the Yokohama literary world, pick up your pens, and use your words to strike back fiercely at the Westerners who came from afar!

With the pen as the blade, the East-West Literature War is about to begin!

The author has something to say:

Detective agency;...President, do you want to fight?

Port Mafia: ...Boss, do you want to fight?

Fukuzawa Yukichi: ...

Mori Ogai: ...