The Samurai Strategy Part 21
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"She's got a big date tonight. That creepy real estate guy I told you about. The one with the new silver Saab he thinks is so hot."
"Don't tell me about it. And don't call your mother's friends creeps.
I'm sure they're all very nice."
"Want to bet? This guy is total weirdness. But she'll let me go. No sweat. What time?"
When I was a youth, I don't remember young ladies using phrases such as "no sweat." Probably an imperfection of memory, one of many.
"Pick you up at seven-thirty sharp. Call me if there's a problem."
"Okay."
"And Amy . . ."
"Yeah."
"Uh, think about wearing an actual dress. Not one of those experimental East Village--"
"Daaad. I'm gonna look so straight. You'll see."
"Never doubted it for an instant."
That night I'd intended to explain that her college fund was currently being hedged via a comparatively unorthodox investment scenario.
However, she was too busy marveling over the lights of Manhattan a hundred stories down to give me much time to talk.
What I really wanted to tell her but somehow didn't was that I'd had this spiritualist vision we'd been reincarnated as a couple of those crazy sheiks at Monte Carlo--when I'm the guy who never ventures past the quarter slots next to the door. It was as though I'd pillaged the hundred grand carefully h.o.a.rded for her future and spread it over a giant roulette play, stacking chips on every number on the board. Who knew where Dai Nippon's wheel would stop, but when it did, one of them had to pay off a hundred to one. Noda couldn't touch us. Right?
No sweat.
CHAPTER NINE
Tam was headed east in the black Nissan limo, listening to the talk.
And thinking. Seated alongside was Kenji Asano, wearing a light tan suit and gold cufflinks, while the s.p.a.ce opposite was occupied by two individuals who made her very uneasy. One was the instantly famous Matsuo Noda, the other his niece, talk-show economist Akira Mori. Noda was wearing a black three-piece banker's suit, the perfect accompaniment to his silver hair, and small wireless spectacles that magnified his penetrating eyes. Mori, in designer beige, looked as if she'd just stepped from the NHK studios, which in fact she had only a few hours earlier.
Three days had pa.s.sed since Noda's Imperial press conference, four counting today, with this sudden trip being only the latest in a series of unexpected events. The major new twist: getting her interviews rolling was turning out to be a lot harder than it should have been.
Before leaving New York, she'd arranged for a day with Dr. n.o.buru Matsugami of the Electrotechnical Inst.i.tute at Tsukuba Science City to go over the latest progress of MITI's Advanced Robot Technology Project, now the world leader, the undisputed state of the art in robotics. Matsugami had even volunteered to supply introductions to the other MITI labs at Tsukuba. Everything was set.
Except now it wasn't. When she called Friday to confirm their meeting, Dr. Matsugami advised her that some unexpected schedule conflicts had come up. Most apologetic. Perhaps they could try again week after next.
What's more, that was her last call for the day, because immediately afterward her hotel phone had gone dead for five hours. Management was strangely evasive about the problem. When a temporary line was finally installed, it had a curious whine that made conversation all but impossible.
My luck, she thought. j.a.panese technology, the best in the world, breaks down on me.
Consequently it was almost a relief to get out of town. Not the least of reasons being Tokyo still had a hangover from all the sword celebrations. Its streets were strewn with debris, and services remained haphazard. As planned, she and Ken departed the next afternoon on the s.h.i.+nkansen bullet train-- first cla.s.s, where the porters wear white gloves and bow after making an announcement to the car. The only way to travel. Finally some peace and quiet after the madness of Tokyo, she'd told herself. It felt like the Concorde, except with legroom. She leaned back to watch as the white peak of Mt. Fuji flashed by at a hundred and forty miles per hour and chatted with Ken, who was sitting next to her, glancing through some MITI memos he'd brought along.
The trip down, zipping through industrial Nagoya, had helped to settle her mind. Kyoto. For her there was nowhere else quite like it in the world. If you knew the byways, it could be a universe away from the mania of Tokyo. Time to lighten up. At least she had no reason to suspect Ken was giving her the runaround. He'd seemed genuinely disturbed when she told him about Matsugami's polite refusal to talk.
Didn't say much: just frowned, was strangely silent for a moment, then declared he'd make a few phone calls and check into it when there was time.
Kenji Asano, she noticed, seemed to have a split personality: one for her and one for the rest of the world. In public he was all j.a.panese, striding ahead and ostentatiously barking opinions. But that, she knew, was merely for appearances; he'd have been the object of silent derision by elders if he'd displayed the slightest consideration for his female companion. (She recalled that famous j.a.panese proverb: The man who falls in love with his wife merely spoils his mother's servant.) Okay, she told herself as she trailed along, when in Rome . .
. j.a.panese men need to strut and bully their women in public; it's the only chance they get. Everybody knows the obedient little helpmate dutifully pacing behind garnishees his paycheck and doles back whatever she likes.
Ken's stern, traditional public face, however, was merely one of his many personas. Alone with her he could be as Western as any j.a.panese man would permit himself. For a j.a.panese, of course, "Western" doesn't mean all the glad-handing bonhomie of an American; there's always an element of reserve. Just the same, he was nothing like the typical s.e.xless, oblique j.a.panese businessman. He had a superb body, taut and athletic, which he knew better than to bury in some cheap off-the-rack j.a.panese suit. No polyester; strictly silk and finest wool. He had a sense of style: the power look. And he really was a widower, whose wife had died in a freak auto crash soon after their marriage.
In short, Kenji Asano was complex, not easy to categorize.
The same went for Matsuo Noda. As she and Ken were coming down on the train, a porter had come through the car announcing "_denwa_," a call for Dr. Asano. When he returned, he reported that Matsuo Noda needed to make a quick trip down to the famous s.h.i.+nto shrine at Ise tomorrow morning, to review the site for the new museum Dai Nippon, International would build to house the sword, and wanted him to come along, a good time to discuss their mutual interests.
"He always seems to know everything that goes on." Ken smiled wistfully. "He also 'suggested' that perhaps my visiting American colleague would like to make the trip too."
Oh, Tam thought, why me? That's not the way j.a.panese executives go about things. Women aren't part of their high-level conferences.
"I don't understand this, Ken." She'd been half dozing, but now she was coming awake very rapidly. "Seems a little strange, don't you think?"
Asano shrugged. "He just said he'd like to meet you."
"But why? What did you tell him about me?"
"Nothing, really . . ." He glanced away.
"Curious." She was fully alert now. "Then how did he . . . ?"
"Tam, don't be naive. Matsuo Noda knows who you are, believe me." He shot her an admiring glance. "Why are you frowning? It's true. He knows all about your work. He practically demanded you come along. He called you--what was it?--'that brilliant American professor.'"
"You know, something about this doesn't add up." She was having her first experience of Matsuo Noda's long arm, and she found it unsettling.
"Why not? Tamara, you of all people should know we j.a.panese have a national tradition of honoring guests. Noda-san is old school, through and through." He leaned back. "Besides, he's bringing somebody else along to meet you. Could be very interesting."
"Who?"
He told her.
So here they were in the Dai Nippon limo, a stretch, with acres of room and green tea that flowed till she thought she would burst. What was that old line about the roomful of _zaibatsu _negotiators: the one with the toughest bladder prevails.
Seeing Matsuo Noda in person confirmed everything she'd sensed about him on the TV. He was a genius. Still, something about him told you that when you sat down to cards with this man, you'd do well to cut the deck. What really took her aback, though, was the woman alongside him, Akira Mori.
Could be it was just her style. Tam was definitely overwhelmed. For the trip she'd worn her softly tailored Calvin Klein suit (her only one), in shades of pale, warm gray, and set it off with some simple, stark silver picked up on a trip to Morocco. Perfect pitch. She looked smas.h.i.+ng, feminine yet all business, and Ken had told her so at least three times. All the same she wasn't prepared for Mori's ostentatious fas.h.i.+on statement.
When the DNI limo appeared at their hotel, the International, j.a.pan's favorite TV money guru was wearing one of her severe Rei Kawakubo ensembles, a small ransom in gold accessories, and enough makeup for a haute couture ramp model. It turned out she'd taped an early morning interview show at NHK's Tokyo studios for broadcast that night, then come down directly on the s.h.i.+nkansen. She greeted Tam and Ken with scarcely more than a frosty nod. Tam found this standoffish manner puzzling.
On the other hand it did fit perfectly with Ken's quick morning briefing on Noda's famous niece. Quite a story. According to him, her father, Dr. Tos.h.i.+ Noda, had been a celebrated figure in years past. An honors graduate of Tokyo University, he'd been the star mathematics professor of Kyoto University when he was summarily conscripted by Prime Minister Tojo to take charge of wartime cryptography, codes. Tojo wanted the best, and he got it. Consequently mild-mannered Tos.h.i.+ Noda had been one of the minds behind the famous Purple Machine, used for j.a.panese ciphers during the early part of the war.
Eventually, however, the project became redundant. After a time Tojo ceased to trust the Purple Machine and decided to replace it with that famous n.a.z.i invention, the Enigma Machine. (On that one, Ken had added with a touch of irony, Tos.h.i.+ Noda was well vindicated. The Enigma Machine code had already been cracked by the Allies long before Hitler-- declaring it unbreakable--delivered it to Tokyo.)
Tos.h.i.+ Noda resembled his older brother Matsuo physically, but he differed radically in outlook, being a devout Buddhist and a pacifist.
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