godfather of tokyo entertainment

The next day, Kei Fujiwara went to a magazine company that had made an appointment in advance.

He straightened his hair in front of the glass curtain wall of a coffee shop and walked in with a straight back.

Twenty minutes later, he walked out again with an upright posture.

The reason for rejection was very different from that of "Spring and Autumn Literature Appreciation", and it was just that the socialists were not popular among readers.

Although he still expressed his approval of Kei Fujiwara's stories in the previous chapters, there was also a more or less polite element in them.

Fujiwara Keiya has learned shrewdly. It seems that the resistance faced by a new author who wants to publish a work that is ahead of his time is not as great as usual.

So he no longer foolishly made appointments with one publishing house a day. He made appointments with three publishing houses last night and planned to visit them in turn today.

Moreover, the distance between publishing houses is usually not too far. Most companies in Tokyo have formed industrial clusters. Just like TV stations and production companies are concentrated in Minato Ward, most publishing houses are also gathered in Chiyoda Ward.

Within half an hour, Kei Fujiwara appeared at the door of another publishing house. This time the conversation lasted longer. The editor this time was a woman and seemed to be somewhat interested in Kei Fujiwara's works.

She looked at it for a while and said: "Fujiwara-kun, your work is very interesting. Although I am not sure whether this book will be popular with readers... but I personally like it very much."

The female editor read the first few chapters several times, "Social reasoning? It's such a niche subject. But to be honest, Fujiwara-kun, you are a new writer. You may not be able to pass the serialization meeting if you come up with a new subject so rashly.

Have you considered changing the subject matter? This book may be adapted into a romance novel by removing some of the dark plots.”

The main readers of the novel magazine published by this publishing house are women. This suggestion is reasonable, but Kei Fujiwara rejected it after thinking for a few seconds.

"Sorry, Miss Kakyoin, I have no intention of changing the original writing path of this book."

"That's it..." The female editor looked at the manuscript in her hand and thought for a moment, "Fujiwara-kun, would it be convenient for me to make a photocopy of your manuscript?"

"Of course, please do as you please."

Kei Fujiwara agreed directly. He had already registered his work with the Screenwriters Guild, so he was not very worried about his work being stolen. Japan’s copyright protection is not generally strict, unless they want to be unable to survive in the industry.

Take the risk.

The female editor copied the first few chapters and outline of the manuscript, chatted with Kei Fujiwara for a few words, and gave him a business card. Kei Fujiwara left his number on the copy and left, heading to the next place.

Kei Fujiwara came to Asakawa Bookstore again, which is also a large publishing house.

After explaining his purpose to the front desk, Kei Fujiwara kept waiting, but the wait lasted several hours.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that a fat man came over. After saying a few words to the front desk, he walked up to Fujiwara Kei and said, "I'm sorry, Fujiwara-kun, I kept you waiting for so long. I was just in a serialization meeting."

"It doesn't matter." Although he scolded this guy hundreds of times in his heart, he still kept a smile on his face.

"Just give your works to me directly. If there are too many submissions, I will review them one by one."

"Sorry, I only have the original here, you can make a copy."

The fat editor directly stopped a female clerk and said: "Ms. Kudo, please make a photocopy of this gentleman's work and give it to me later. I have something to do now, so I'll leave first."

After finishing speaking, he left without looking back. The female clerk smiled and said to Fujiwara Kei: "Please come with me."

After copying the manuscript, the clerk took the copy away. Kei Fujiwara stuffed the leather bag into his backpack and walked out of Asakawa Bookstore.

As soon as he went out, the cold air penetrated into his neck. Kei Fujiwara's nose felt a little itchy, so he sneezed a few times in the crowded street.

Pedestrians subconsciously stayed away from him. Only an old lady's eyes lit up when she saw Kei Fujiwara and she came over: "Taihao, do you believe there are gods in this world? Do you feel particularly lonely now?"

Fujiwara Kei smiled and waved to the missionary, then turned and left. When passing by a nightclub, he saw the fat editor just now smiling and walking in with a group of people.

This nightclub seemed to have just been completed a few months ago. It was already overcrowded within a few days of its opening. Luxury cars were driving around the nightclub, and it was filled with well-dressed men and women.

There was a drunk male guest who took out a lot of money from his arms and threw it around.

Seeing the picture in front of him, Fujiwara Kei felt a strong sense of unreality:

Isn’t it about the Great Depression? Isn’t it about the bursting of the economic bubble? So what is going on in this scene before you?

In fact, Japan in the 1990s was a place full of contradictions. On the one hand, the economic bubble burst, companies went bankrupt, employees were laid off, and graduates could not find jobs. On the other hand, the entertainment industry developed rapidly.

In addition to the development of the television and film art industries to their peak, even nightclubs and other entertainment venues have sprung up in Tokyo one after another.

"The era of contradictions, damn Tokyo..."

Kei Fujiwara looked at the shining English signboard in the nightclub and cursed with a smile.

At this time, a drunkard threw an empty wine bottle at the luminous signboard. After being hit, a luminous letter on the signboard flashed for a few times and then went out.

…

In the blink of an eye, Saturday came. Kei Fujiwara also visited many publishing houses, but he never got any definite answer.

This is not entirely because the social group does not conform to the market. It is extremely difficult for newcomers to make their debut without winning awards.

In Japan, the two most influential awards for newcomers in the mystery novel category are nothing more than two awards: the Ranpo Award and the Horror Novel Award. However, both of these awards have missed the final deadline for submissions.

So if you want to debut with the Newcomer Award, you have to wait for another year, but Kei Fujiwara doesn't want to waste another year.

Is there really no way out for socialists in this world? Was it my judgment that was wrong?

Kei Fujiwara thought to himself.

He walked to the mystery novel section with a heavy heart. On the bookshelf were almost all works of the genre-bending school. Mystery novels were almost all fantasy. What about the Ten Commandments of mystery novels and "magic cannot appear in mystery stories"? In this

It's like farting in front of the era's mystery writers.

But it has to be said that this kind of fantasy-style mystery works has indeed aroused resentment from some readers. When Fujiwara Kei used the computer in the bookstore to browse forums, he would often see people complaining that "there are more and more original mystery works nowadays."

There are less of them", "I don't want to see superpower crimes and tween-sick criminals anymore" and so on.

Although readers may not be able to believe everything they say, and there are many cases where people express dissatisfaction with their integrity, this also sends a message that perhaps the world of mystery novels needs to usher in a new turning point.

Fujiwara Kei suddenly stopped and made up his mind.

Fujiwara Kei thought to himself: Just hold on a little longer. The Biange sect has been popular for thirty or forty years, and its lifespan is about to end.