Chapter 133 The history of Sister Suzuki’s family can be traced back to…
The history of the Suzuki family can be traced back to seven hundred years ago. Around the Warring States period, the Suzuki family ushered in the first glorious period in its family history.
It experienced ups and downs over the next few hundred years, but never fell out of the political center circle.
This family seems to have a strange and firm core that supports them to move forward. No matter whether they are living a life of debauchery or brutal violence, that core always ensures the inheritance of the Suzuki family from generation to generation.
And it continues through blood.
Suzuki Kawa's sister, however, believes that it is just because their family has good genes.
Hundreds of years ago, they won the genetic lottery, and several powerful figures emerged and established family precepts. With these iron rules in place, no matter how much trouble the Suzuki family makes, they will not cause any major waves.
The protection of the previous generation is enough to ensure that the weak generation can survive the dangerous period until a new helmsman is born.
Mr. Suzuki's sons and grandsons are all incompetent and have difficulty in becoming minor officials. Naturally, the attention of the entire family fell on the brother and sister Suzuki Chihaya and Suzuki Kawa.
Chihaya Suzuki was very disgusted with the fact that her younger brother almost killed her last year.
During the busiest graduation season, she sat beside her brother's bed, looking at the expensive equipment and cursing at that face countless times.
The qualities of a top student from the University of Tokyo are equivalent to nothing in her.
My younger brother is a stupid and blindly hot-blooded guy.
Because I grew up in Yokohama, the teaching staff there was really worrying. My younger brother was suspected to have been beaten by a passing MA FIA member, and his brain is not very good either.
Suzuki Chihaya's eyes were full of pity and disappointment when she looked at her brother.
A younger brother like this would have a hard time inheriting the Suzuki family, let alone his father's Yokohama business.
Those cousins and uncles are not a concern, and the younger brother will probably be eliminated from the candidate list because of his overly mixed-race face. All in all, Suzuki Chihaya has zero competitors.
Boring, this kind of competition is boring.
In her first month in politics, she brought down a political enemy of the Suzuki family.
With the support of the Suzuki family's connections, her impressive resume, and of course, her smart and useful brain, her promotion was as easy as drinking water.
My younger brother is a self-righteous but incompetent guy.
Why do I always fail to understand that if the sky falls, there is always someone taller to hold it up, and I have to stand out.
If it weren't for that useless special ability, I would have been turned into ashes long ago.
"He only knows how to mess around in China! I told you a long time ago to send him abroad, whether it's his hometown in England, the United States, or even Australia. Those places are mostly populated by ordinary people, so he won't cause any trouble!"
"He's lying here like a dead man. I might as well shoot him!"
The woman with her hair neatly combed sat aside and said slowly, "Chihaya, calm down."
"This is your brother's choice."
"He should also be held responsible for this." The woman lowered her eyes and looked at her son who was lying on the hospital bed, his life or death uncertain.
Chihaya Suzuki paced in the ward, not caring at all that her loud noise would disturb the patients. She looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, but the anger in her heart did not subside.
The ward was very soundproof, and no matter how loud she shouted, her voice would not be heard.
Once she walked out of the ward, she was Miss Suzuki again with a faint smile on her face.
Don't show any sadness, and don't show any anger, Chihaya.
Mother said softly.
Holding the cross with her pale fingers, Mrs. Suzuki said devoutly, "God will protect him. This is all the guidance of fate."
"Fuck your God." Suzuki Chihaya's words were extremely disrespectful to God.
Mrs. Suzuki paused and changed her words: "Buddha will protect him."
Sure enough, she heard her daughter cursing Buddha again. Mrs. Suzuki looked up with a happy mood and put her son's exposed hand back into the blanket.
Suzuki Chihaya thought that this stupid brother would never wake up in his life.
He was only keeping himself alive thanks to his useless special ability. His heart, liver, and lungs had all failed, and his brain was also showing signs of atrophy.
Later, she stopped visiting her brother.
She is very busy and has a lot more work to do.
One year is enough time for earth-shaking changes to happen.
Even before the news of his brother waking up, the news that his grandfather had been kidnapped by a person with super powers reached him.
Suzuki Chihaya rushed back to Tokyo overnight, cursing the useless people in the Special Ability Intelligence Department all the way. The confidants who accompanied her dared not say a word. After all, Mr. Suzuki was still the pillar of the Suzuki family, especially when Miss Chihaya had not yet completely established herself.
As soon as they landed at Narita Airport and communications were restored, her stupid brother woke up and walked out of the sanatorium by himself. None of the useless people in the sanatorium noticed that he was missing.
He went to the vicinity of Ginza, bought a matcha latte, and then called one of Mr. Suzuki's disciples. The minister came to pick him up and take him to Mr. Suzuki's house.
As a result, I saw Mr. Suzuki being kidnapped.
That stupid brother, who was still a minor himself, was driving her car recklessly around Tokyo, heading towards Yokohama.
The useless father managed to stop the group of people, and when they were still in a stalemate, he walked in calmly, activated his special ability, and threw the hostages who were strapped with bombs all over their bodies out of the car.
Chihaya Suzuki, dressed in an exquisite suit, listened to the report on the other end of the phone. She sat in the corner of the busy hall of the airport. Outside the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows was the metropolis of Tokyo, brightly lit all night long.
It will be dawn soon.
She lowered her head deeply, her delicate and beautiful fingers inserted into her hair, and her body trembled constantly.
The airport was still bustling at 4:30 in the morning. Curious eyes were cast over and then quickly looked away.
Her brother actually had to do it himself to deal with those useless good-for-nothings in the Special Ability Agent Department. The special-ability users in [GA] were hopelessly stupid, worthy of being working under her father.
"This lawless guy actually knew to call the police."
She murmured.
Suzuki Chihaya wiped the corners of her eyes with her beautiful fingers, took out a few tissues from her bag, fumbled out a makeup mirror, and quickly touched up her makeup.
Five minutes later, the Suzuki family's special car arrived at Narita Airport.
The exquisite and beautiful Miss Suzuki showed almost no sign of fatigue from running all night, and instructed the driver to drive to the old house - after this incident, Mr. Suzuki returned to his old house on the other side of Tokyo.
The old man goes to bed early and gets up early, usually waking up at five or six o'clock. When Suzuki Chihaya went over, he was eating breakfast slowly, accompanied by several servants.
Hearing the sound of high heels, he put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and asked someone to take the food away.
When Suzuki Chihaya came in, she saw the old man sitting on the sofa, drinking tea sip by sip.
She smiled, spoke caring words, put her bag aside, sat opposite the old man and made tea herself.
Mr. Suzuki would not be confused about which one to choose between a granddaughter with outstanding abilities and a good resume and a group of useless sons and grandsons.
But there is no guarantee that the old man will not be confused at times.
Before this old man dies, Suzuki Chihaya must make sure that he is not at fault.
However, Mr. Suzuki, who had experienced a kidnapping, was unexpectedly silent.
In the face of Suzuki Chihaya's concern, he only responded a few times. After his granddaughter finished speaking, he slowly said: "No one notified me when Xiaochuan woke up."
"It happened yesterday afternoon. He ran away as soon as he woke up. My brother is always naughty like that."
Suzuki Chihaya had her brows lowered, and her posture was very similar to her mother's - and also very similar to her grandmother's.
The old man was silent, but soon his expression softened. "Is that so? It's better to let him have less contact with those people with special abilities. It's too dangerous."
"Father told him to go to Yokohama today for the organization handover ceremony."
Suzuki Chihaya filled the old man's cup with tea and spoke softly.
Sure enough, the old man opened his eyes wide and slapped the sofa: "He dares!"
"Something's happened to the business in England, and Father has to return home. There has to be someone in charge in Yokohama."
Suzuki Chihaya lowered her eyebrows and said, "My younger brother is the eldest son after all. He should inherit the Yokohama organization."
"Mom also knows about this."
Old man Suzuki's words were stuck in his throat. He frowned and stared at his capable granddaughter in front of him.
Compared to Suzuki Kawa, who had poor grades in elementary school and was even worse in junior high school, Suzuki Chihaya has always been the best student since childhood. She skipped grades, was admitted to a prestigious university, studied abroad, and obtained a degree that was beyond the reach of others. Her natural strong sense of politics destined her to not be an obedient person.
She sat meekly opposite.
Old man Suzuki seemed to see a giant python coiled in front of him. The python was not poisonous, and there would be no danger as long as it was not caught.
But the chill and creepiness frightened him.
He was caught in an unprecedented struggle.
To be fair, even though Suzuki Kawa is born rebellious and looks bad, he still prefers his grandson.
He also indulges his grandson in misbehaving.
After meeting his grandson after a long absence yesterday, he had a strong intuition that his grandson had undergone a terrible change in a place he could not see. This change had transformed the young man into an outstanding leader.
This transformation was not just on the surface - although the change in his appearance also surprised the old man, completely shedding his childish face, and possessing a magic that made ordinary people unable to help but be convinced - the soul of the naive boy before had already become the appearance of the ancestor of the Suzuki family.
They are wise and far-sighted, and have excellent leadership skills, leading the Suzuki family through difficulties time and time again.
Old Mr. Suzuki was unwilling to give up, so he asked Suzuki Kawa to inherit the Edward family's business.
But when Suzuki Chihaya sat opposite him, the cold and gloomy feeling made him frightened again.
His skinny hand gripping the crutch tightened more and more.
Those sharp eyes almost pierced into Suzuki Chihaya's soul.
Suzuki Chihaya, who noticed the old man's gaze, also raised her eyes. Her dark purple eyes seemed to overlap with Suzuki Kawa's, staring at the old man.
The tea gradually cooled, and Mr. Suzuki finally closed his eyes. His old voice rang out, "Before your brother goes to Yokohama, go see him. He has changed a lot."
It was so big that it made it difficult for him to choose his future successor.
It was so great that he couldn't help but snatch the heir from Edward's family, even at the cost of offending his equally outstanding granddaughter.
It was so great that for a moment, he was willing to bear the resentment of his daughter, granddaughter, and even grandson in order to destroy the current situation.
Just for a brighter future for the Suzuki family.
"I will." Suzuki Chihaya's gentle voice sounded.
"I love my brother too."
Mr. Suzuki opened his eyes.
"Even if I choose a new heir?"
"It's his ability to snatch things from me."
"I'm also looking forward to seeing if he's the same as I thought, or still as useless as before."
Suzuki Chihaya stood up and picked up her bag.
The old man said: "He is a good boy and doesn't have that kind of thoughts."
High heels stepped on the wooden floor. Suzuki Chihaya stood at the door. Turning back, her profile was very similar to Suzuki Kawa, but the rest of her face was completely different. The woman smiled and said, "Whether you have that kind of thought or not is up to Grandpa himself."
After saying that, she left without looking back.
Inside the house, old man Suzuki reached out and picked up the teacup, taking a sip of the cool tea. Outside, the sun was bright, and it was time for him to read.
He didn't move, but let the cold tea roll down his throat and into his already weak stomach.
After a while, he stood up and walked slowly to the study. He hadn't been to the old house for a while. He seemed to remember that he was there to read a novel.
What’s your name…
In the study, the old man put on his glasses and stood in front of the bookshelf for a long time. His attention was attracted by a book with a black cover.
He pulled out the book, and the cover had a printed font: "A Collection of One Hundred Demons", probably a strange story novel. He seldom read such things anymore, and he didn't seem to have read this one.
After reading the title, the author's signature is below.
Old Mr. Suzuki held his breath, turned around, took a few quick steps, found his chair, sat down, and opened the novel that he would never open.
The old hands trembled.
This book was published thirty years ago, and the pages were yellowed. He looked at the words on it. Although the old man was physically old, his mind was still sharp, and the story was not difficult to understand. He read very quickly.
The first story is called "Ghost in the Dream".
Compared with his contemporaries, this writer's writing is much shallower, but his stories were very novel at the time. No one has been able to replicate this bizarre and imaginative story for many years, so it is very popular among young people.
What really shocked the old man was that
The writer's name is Suzuki Kawa.
It took me more than an hour to finish watching the first part of "A Hundred Demons Collection".
Old man Suzuki stroked the words on the paper. The last story was about a dying evil ghost who encountered the legendary King of All Ghosts and begged him for a chance of life.
The King of All Ghosts lowered his eyes and looked at the dying evil ghost.
The writer used the most elaborate words to describe the appearance of the King of Ghosts, saying that he had dazzling golden hair like a god on earth, and a pair of gorgeous and deep purple eyes. He rarely walked in the world, and most of the time, he was sleeping and thinking about the meaning of time and the meaning of fate.
He has been in command of the creatures of the night for more than a hundred years. The previous generation of leaders was killed by him, and he completely degenerated from a human being into a demon. However, he is not controlled by flesh and blood, and he is not even afraid of sunlight. The only thing that makes him suffer in this world is time.
Time goes by too fast and too slow.
While he was thinking, the evil ghost had already died and turned into ashes.
The King of Ten Thousand Ghosts came to his senses and found that this little minion had gone to hell for some unknown reason, so he turned around and continued walking forward.
He has to go to the end of time to find his way home.
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