godfather of tokyo entertainment

Kei Fujiwara was sitting on the subway. Shimada's words just now kept echoing in his ears. A sense of humiliation came to his heart and he subconsciously clenched his fists.

But soon, he let go again.

Before actual achievements are made, any majestic rhetoric and any intense emotions are meaningless and will only become the subject of conversation and the butt of laughter.

"Wait, then……"

After getting off the train at Ueno Station, Kei Fujiwara jogged all the way and came to a Ohno bookstore out of breath.

There are only a few customers in the bookstore, and the number of people usually starts to increase around four in the afternoon. At that time, the nearby junior high schools and elementary schools have already finished school, but most of them are minors standing and reading comics. One in five people

If you are willing to spend money to buy it, it is already very good.

The latest pornographic magazines and popular comics are displayed in a conspicuous position, facing the window, attracting passers-by.

A golden lucky cat is facing the glass double doors of the bookstore, constantly waving its right hand. An eggplant is painted on the belly of the lucky cat, symbolizing "the realization of ideals and dreams"; the lucky cat's paws are raised above the head

, symbolizing "summoning happiness from afar".

As soon as the Fujiwaras opened the door, they heard quarrels coming from inside.

"What do you mean? There are so many books in your bookstore, how do I know where the book I want is?"

"There are indexes on the bookshelves, don't you know how to read them yourself?"

"You guy, please correct your attitude! Are you the seller or am I the seller?"

"I only know where the porn magazines and comics are. I don't know anything else. You can either find them yourself, or wait for my administrator to go to work and help you find them. I will not move my precious buttocks for a man."

"Damn it!" A middle-aged man who looked like an intellectual pounded the counter angrily, "If you do this business, your bookstore deserves to close down!"

The long-haired man sitting behind the counter chewed the delicious stick nonchalantly and said, "Really? I'd like to lend you some good advice."

"I'm really sorry!" Kei Fujiwara rushed forward to apologize, showing his craftsmanship, "I am the administrator, please tell me what book you are looking for."

"I won't buy it! This shabby bookstore should be burned down!" The male customer was so angry that he picked up his wallet and left.

The long-haired man didn't even raise his head: "This is a scary statement. Guys like you are stupid criminals who publish crime notices in advance in mystery novels. Hey, Fujiwara, should we call the police?"

Fujiwara Kei followed the male guest all the way to the door, cursing Ohno Nagaharu in his heart that he was a bastard. Since your young boss has enough food and clothing, of course you don't care about business, but book sales are linked to my performance!

"I'm really sorry. I don't know how to express my apology. Just think of me as making excuses. Please listen to my explanation. The reason why that man behaved like this is excusable..."

As expected, the male guest slowed down, looked back at the long-haired man, and asked, "What's the reason?"

"Because he..." Kei Fujiwara is already very familiar with wiping Ohno Nagaharu's butt, and he has ready-made tips in his stomach. "He lost his job, the company laid off employees, and his girlfriend took his savings and ran away with other men.

, career and love have all been lost. When a man reaches the age of twenty-seven or eight, when his fighting spirit is high, he suddenly loses everything. That feeling..."

The male guest's eyes when he looked at Ohno Nagaharu were suddenly full of sympathy. Now that the economy is in recession, this kind of thing has become normal in society and is not uncommon. He is also a man, so of course he can fully understand the pain and suffering, and his anger was instantly reduced by half.

.

"Okay... Since this is not incomprehensible..." the guest sighed, but immediately raised his voice: "But a man cannot live in depression all the time. He must find a way to regain his strength and regain what he has lost.

, is the attitude a man should have towards life! We cannot let foreigners look down on the Japanese!"

"You are right. I will convey your words to him. I hope it can inspire him."

"Please do this." The guest said, taking out a piece of paper from his bag, "This is the list of books I want to buy. Do you have any of these books?"

Fujiwara Kei took the book list, glanced up and down, and said: "Most of them are available, but the last two books are not in stock, but we have channels and need to allocate them from the library. Can you wait three to five days?"

The customer nodded: "Yes, but can it be delivered to your door by then?"

There were a total of forty or fifty books on the book list. Some of the books were priced very high. It was a big order. I agreed immediately: "No problem, please leave it to us."

The middle-aged man paid the deposit. Before leaving, he deliberately walked up to Ohno Nagaharu, knocked on the table and said, "Hey, kid, cheer up!"

After saying that, he made a cheering gesture and left.

Ohno Nagaharu looked back at the guest and sighed: "This sad middle-aged man has probably been driven insane by the Great Depression and is talking nonsense. If I were to commit suicide when I reach his age, I would never live another second longer."

bell."

"Ohno-kun, he doesn't seem to be much older than you."

Ono Nagaharu rolled his head and rolled his eyes: "Fujiwara-kun, abetting suicide is a crime."

Fujiwara Kei casually placed the paper bag containing the manuscript behind the counter. Ohno Nagaharu saw it and showed a shaky smile: "Why, the manuscript was rejected again?"

"Um."

Ohno was openly mocking him, and even a generous man like Fujiwara Kei felt a little unhappy.

Ohno Nagaharu looked extremely happy while holding the comic book: "I just said, being a writer is not that easy. Debut is just the first step. You have gone through such a difficult journey. Even if you are lucky enough to debut, the book will not sell well.

Give up, don’t waste your time.”

"I will not give up," Kei Fujiwara said. "Frustration is to be expected. If things go too smoothly, I might lose interest."

Ohno Nagaharu covered the lower half of his face with a comic book and said in a leisurely tone: "I knew you would say that, it really looks like it..."

"like what?"

"Like a friend of mine." Ohno Nagaharu said, "He thought he had talents, but spent a lot of time on impossible and illusory dreams, missed the truly precious things in life, and ended up with nothing."

"Actually, I'm doing this for your own good. Ten years later, you will definitely regret not listening to me today. The so-called dream is just a beautiful woman transformed by a civet cat... Forget it, I won't say it anymore. When you see a beautiful woman showing off her civet cat,

You will definitely not give up until the tail is gone."

Ohno Nagaharu turned around, his back to Fujiwara Kei, and stopped looking at him. The sound of constantly turning comic book pages filled the air.

Fujiwara Kei ignored him and patrolled the library area. When he saw out-of-stock books, he recorded them and put the randomly arranged books back to their original places. Some books had been curled up by customers. Fujiwara Kei

Just seal them in plastic - don't read them again! This is not a library!

When passing by the mystery novel area, Fujiwara Kei subconsciously stopped and looked.

Nowadays, the best-selling mystery novel writers are Watanabe Ikema, Miyano Mika, Hattori Ryuichi and others, and these people are all original and new original authors.

The sales leader in the past two years should be Ikema Watanabe. His new book "Aurora Murders" was released in October last year. As of this Monday, less than half a year later, it has sold 450,000 copies.

In Japan, a book that sells 50,000 copies is considered a best-seller, and 450,000 copies is considered a super best-seller. The momentum is still unabated, and there should be no problem with annual sales approaching one million.

In Japan's cultural industry, writers are an extremely profitable industry.

First of all, because copyright protection in Japan is very strict, piracy is almost extinct here. The concept of supporting genuine copies is deeply rooted in the people here, even far more than in Europe and the United States.

Secondly, Japan has a strong cultural atmosphere. Their literacy campaign started very early, the per capita literacy level is high, and there are many people who love to read and buy books.

Compared with writers, actors and entertainers in mainland China, where many stars are admired, have lower incomes. The incomes of well-known artists and well-known writers are simply not on the same level. This is exactly the opposite of the situation in mainland China.

But it is precisely because of this that there are many young people across the country who want to become writers, and writing training courses organized by various publishing houses are popping up everywhere. However, there are very few people who actually become writers, and even fewer who become best-selling writers.

"Fujiwara-kun, how many publishing houses have you gone to now?" Ohno Nagaharu suddenly asked.

"Three families." Kei Fujiwara said.

"Are you really going to ask everyone?"

"Of course, there are so many publishing houses in Tokyo, and I will go to every one. If it doesn't work once, I will go there twice. If the publishing house in Tokyo is not discerning, I will go all over Kanto. I heard that Gunma is there

There are also good publishing houses. If Kanto doesn't work, I will go to Kansai. Osaka's cultural industry cannot be underestimated. If Japan as a whole doesn't like me, I will consider writing a second book and then repeat the above process.

Once again.”

Ohno Nagaharu was silent for a long time, then he looked at Kei Fujiwara and said word for word: "You will definitely fail, don't blame me for not warning you."

After saying that, he slammed the comic book on the counter as if he was sulking and walked out of the bookstore.