The common denominator is “love for people”… “Honjamaka” Hidehiko Ishizuka’s insights from his visit to a mansion

Before the food report, I was visiting a mansion.

Hello, everyone. Are your knees sore from chasing after a car of stone-baked sweet potatoes? My name is Hidehiko Ishizuka.

Actually, there was a time before I became a gourmet reporter when I used to do reports on visiting mansions. It was a segment of a morning wide show. I was always excited to go to the site.

What kind of mansions were they? What kind of people lived there? How do you become successful enough to live in a mansion? I would like to introduce some of the places I visited that left a deep impression on me.

A mansion and 200 million sliding doors…the “treasures” of such a president

First, we visited the house of a president who sells used motorcycles in Tokyo.

The building is a magnificent wooden structure that could have been designated as an important cultural property. When we opened the door with trepidation, we were greeted by a spacious entranceway as large as a studio apartment room. Going up one step, I saw a gold sliding door. I had never seen such a scene even in “Rorenbo Shogun.

I was so curious that I asked the president, “How much for all the sliding doors?” He laughed and said, “200 million. It would be a disaster if a relative’s child played catch here and made a hole in it.

How could he live in such a nice house? When we also asked him the reason, he said that when he was a college student, he repaired a friend’s broken motorcycle and received money for the repair. That friend introduced the president to other students, and word of mouth spread rapidly. Eventually, he turned motorcycle repair into a business.

During our conversation, I mentioned that I had given up my old Yamaha SR400, and the president said, “We have an SR. Do you want it?” He said, “We have an SR at home. I felt as if a neighbor was offering me his leftover side dish. Naturally, I politely declined.

Finally, he asked, “Do you have any treasures?” He pulled out an old wooden box from the back of his study. Inside was a love letter that he had exchanged with his wife when they were young. It made my heart flutter. This is the kind of person who stands above others, I thought.