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Seeing that Fujiwara Kei didn't speak, Shimada also fell silent for a moment.

It seems that I was shocked. I have no choice but to comfort myself appropriately...

Shimada put the manuscript on the table, smiled and said: "Although the manuscript does not meet the serialization standards, to be honest, the article itself still has merits, such as the narrative skills, which seem to be quite mature...

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"By the way, I forgot to ask you. Fujiwara-kun should have had writing experience before, right? Have you published any works or won any awards?"

Fujiwara Kei shook his head, "No."

It seems that he is still a blank slate writer... Shimada has the same kind of heart.

"From your novel, it can be seen that your writing ability is still good, but you are going the wrong way..."

Shimada began to try to praise Kei Fujiwara. Slapping him first and then giving him a sweet date was a basic skill for magazine editors like them, especially when they met a newcomer like Kei Fujiwara who seemed to have great potential.

The purpose of slapping them is to make them produce better works, and to give them Tianzao is to retain new people and prevent them from running to other publishing houses.

It is not unheard of in the past for a work that was rejected by an editor to be serialized by another magazine and become a hit. And once this happens, the editor who once rejected the manuscript will definitely be in trouble.

blame.

Therefore, many editors adopt the strategy of killing authors but not letting them go...

Many new authors are often deceived by this method and write for a publishing house for a long time, but are still unable to obtain serialization qualifications, wasting their time.

"Well... Well, Fujiwara-kun, why don't you change your writing direction? Maybe you have read Miyano Mika's works? Just write in that style."

"Try to make the text as novel as possible so that the plot can stimulate the readers' numb nerves. By the way, some settings in your book can be retained. For example, the male and female protagonists agreed not to meet each other during the fifteen-year prosecution period. This sounds like

It seems interesting..."

Mr. Shimada pushed the manuscript towards Fujiwara Kei's chest and said, "Go back and think of a way to revise it. If it's correct, then contact me. I can leave you a business card with my phone number on it."

Shimada took out his business card and handed it to Kei Fujiwara.

Kei Fujiwara took the business card and stood up: "Sorry, I don't have a business card yet."

"Haha, it doesn't matter. Come on." Shimada patted Kei Fujiwara on the shoulder and left.

Kei Fujiwara looked at the manuscript in his hand, his eyes dazed for a moment, but became firm again after a few seconds.

He stuffed the manuscript back into the brown paper bag and walked out of the waiting room.

Walking out of the Chunqiu Co., Ltd. building, the low-temperature air directly robbed the body of heat.

Kei Fujiwara was shivering with cold, and his muscles and teeth could not help but tremble.

He put the paper bag under his arm, rubbed his arms, and walked in the direction of the subway station. When he passed by a small shop buying beef donburi, the rich aroma of meat wafted out from the door curtain.

Kei Fujiwara's stomach growled unsatisfactorily, and then he remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

He opened the door curtain and walked in. After passing through the white air, he found a place to sit down, ordered a bowl of onion and beef donburi, and started eating.

That character is pronounced "well" but also "gall". Beef donburi is actually beef rice bowl, but it's just the Japanese version.

At the next table, a young man wearing a turban finished two bowls of rice in a hurry, stood up, and suddenly shouted: "The energy of the beef rice bowl has been replenished!"

After shouting, he paid the bill and left.

The proprietress ran over to clear away the dishes, muttering as she did so: "What are you calling me for? Really, it scared me. This guy must be from the Kansai countryside, he doesn't look like a Tokyoite at all..."

Kei Fujiwara smiled. Tokyoites are more cautious than others, but from time to time some guys with neurotic characteristics will appear to add a little warmth to this cold city.

Perhaps it was the joke of the young man in the turban, or perhaps it was Keiya Fujiwara's addition of "beef rice bowl energy", and his mood suddenly improved a lot.

Although I just experienced another rejection, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, there are many magazines and publishing houses in Tokyo, and they have tried it one after another.

Kei Fujiwara drank a whole glass of lemonade, walked into the bathroom, washed his face, looked at the thin but energetic face in the mirror, smiled deliberately, and then walked out of the bathroom.

"I heard that Itagaki boy was scolded by the minister."

"Hey, who makes him so stubborn that he insists on publishing some socialist reasoning works? Obviously no readers like this kind of novel at all. The ranking of this issue's Readers' Report is already at the bottom. I guess Xiaozheng's ranking will not be good either.

.Hey, an editor without vision is just as terrible as a writer without talent."

Just when Kei Fujiwara was about to leave, he suddenly heard a familiar voice. He subconsciously looked towards the sound and saw Shimada and the man in a short-cut suit sitting together, chatting about something.

Fujiwara Kei had no interest in listening to other people's chats, nor did he want to say hello. He took out his wallet and planned to pay the bill and leave.

"Speaking of which, newcomers nowadays are really obsessed with socialist reasoning. I have received three manuscripts of socialist reasoning this week." The man in a suit suddenly said.

Shimada smiled: "I also received a copy today, but it was rejected by me."

The man in a suit broke open the disposable chopsticks, shook his head and said, "Today's new writers are really stupid. They are probably dreaming of changing society by writing articles, which is an unrealistic dream."

Shimada sneered: "What can the novel do? Can it make the United States voluntarily withdraw from the Plaza Accord and reorganize the useless cabinet? Or can it kill all the people who preach and cheat money on the streets? In the end, they are all a gang.

They are just the grievances of a failed society. Now that the economy is in recession, there are more and more people with such grievances. Will these people be crazy enough to kill the Prime Minister with guns in the future? It is really worrying..."

"People have grievances in their hearts, but they cannot vent them. This may be the soil for socialist reasoning to survive."

A voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Shimada was stunned for a moment and looked to his side.

While paying the money, Kei Fujiwara said: "There will be more and more social resentments like this in the future, and speaking out for them may be the inevitable mission of the mystery writers of our generation."

"Have there been more new authors submitting socialist mysteries? It seems that my inference is correct. Authors and readers are one. More and more people are looking forward to a masterpiece of socialist mysteries, but professional editors can't find it.

Is that so?"

Shimada looked at Kei Fujiwara and felt a little embarrassed at first. After all, anyone could be embarrassed if he was heard commenting on someone being a "socially resentful person" behind his back.

But I was a little annoyed when I heard Kei Fujiwara's rude retort, "Fujiwara-kun, I meet hundreds of newbies like you every year. You guys are arrogant and have no talent. It's the same style.

Don’t talk about trends, it’s not up to you to decide what kind of articles our magazine will include!”

"One hundred and fifty yen for you..." Listening to the gunpowder in the words of several people, the proprietress carefully took out the money and handed it out. She secretly prayed in her heart: These two guys must not fight!

If you want to be beaten, go out and beat me!

Kei Fujiwara turned his head and glanced at Shimada, then slowly walked over.

Seeing Kei Fujiwara approaching, Shimada's momentum immediately dropped by half. Although Kei Fujiwara is thin, he has a lean body type and is half a head taller than him. If a fight really breaks out, he will suffer a big loss.

The man in the suit also quickly stood up - not to share the same hatred with people like Shimada, but to be able to escape the scene as soon as possible if this guy made a move.

Fujiwara Kei walked to the table where they were sitting, took out the business card given to him by Mr. Shimada from his wallet, pressed it on the table with his fingers, looked at Mr. Shimada, and said, "Maybe you are right. But maybe,

Shimada-kun, we will meet again."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Welcome next time!" After Kei Fujiwara left, the landlady quickly shouted, feeling secretly relieved.

Shimada's tense heart also relaxed, and the man in a suit glared at the door: "What's this guy's name! I'll tell my friends in the industry that this guy has bad conduct, and no one should accept his manuscripts!"

This is just talk. Even the editorial director of Spring and Autumn Society may not have such energy. Shimada did not respond and smiled awkwardly: "It seems that I should be more careful when speaking in public next time."

"Haha, yes, if this guy really becomes a famous writer in the future, we will be in a bit of trouble."

Shimada seems not to worry about this at all: "How can it be so easy to be a famous writer? It is difficult for ordinary people to make their debut, right?"

"Yes, if he can become a famous writer, that guy Itagaki might be able to become the editorial director."

The two looked at each other and suddenly changed the topic in a tacit understanding.

It can also be seen from their conversation that the editor named Itagaki obviously has a bad relationship with the two.

The new author you offended becomes a famous writer, and the colleague you have a bad relationship with becomes your immediate boss... This kind of future is really too scary, so it's better not to talk about it too much.

The Japanese are more or less superstitious, and Japan is a country where Buddhism is prevalent. According to Buddhist theory, the spirit of speech is attached to a person's words, and every word spoken may secretly turn the gears of destiny.

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What if the words they casually said came true in the end... That would be terrible!