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The phone on Itagaki Kazuhiko's desk rang, and he quickly picked it up: "Yes, yes, are you here? Okay, I'll go down right now."

Editor-in-chief Kawaguchi stood behind Itagaki Kazuhiko and said, "Is it Mr. Fujiwara?"

"Yes, Minister."

"Take him for a casual visit and come directly to my office."

"yes."

Shimada looked at his colleagues in surprise, and even the minister...

Who is this Fujiwara-sensei?

"Could it be Ryosaku Fujiwara?" Yohei Kikuchi muttered, scratching his head.

Ryosaku Fujiwara is a senior figure in the literary world and has won the Akutagawa Prize, but he seems to write pure literature, which does not seem to match the style of the magazine.

After a while, Itagaki Kazuhiko led a person up. His back was to Shimada and the others, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

But what is certain is that this is a young man, not Mr. Fujiwara Ryosaku, who is in his fifties this year.

The two of them entered the minister's office directly. After a while, the female assistant also walked in. When she came out, Shimada stopped her.

"Ms. Sakata, I would like to ask, who is that teacher?"

The female assistant shook her head: "I've never seen him before. He has a strange face and is very young."

Face? Very young? Shimada frowned.

"But, the minister seems to attach great importance to this young man." The female assistant added.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because the minister deliberately asked me to soak his precious red robe."

Shimada was stunned. He knew that there were many hospitality teas in Kawaguchi Nobu's office, divided into several grades.

You have done something wrong, and inviting you to tea is a different level;

Ordinary authors and ordinary editors are on the same level;

The famous author and the editor who have made great contributions are on another level.

Top authors and superiors are of the highest order.

The red robe is the highest grade, which shows that the minister attaches great importance to this writer.

"Who is he..." Shimada couldn't help but muttered.

After a while, Kei Fujiwara stood up in the office and held hands with the editorial director Kawaguchi Shin.

Kawaguchi Nobu said: "Teacher Fujiwara, then we will have a happy cooperation."

"Definitely, I feel very honored to be able to contribute to Chunqiu Society."

"By the way, Mr. Kawaguchi, I have another request."

"Please say."

Kei Fujiwara thought for a while and said: "I don't want to use my real name to publish my works, I want to use a pen name."

"Oh?" Kawaguchi Nobu was not particularly surprised. It is a common practice for many writers to choose a pen name. However, most writers use their real names. Writers are very respected in Japan. Most authors would like to say "I am a writer."

"With four characters tattooed on the face, no one thinks about hiding their identity or anything.

"Because I'm about to work in a company, and I don't want my colleagues to know that I'm writing a novel..."

"Don't Fujiwara-kun plan to become a full-time writer?"

Fujiwara Kei smiled: "I have such an idea, but we also have to look at the final sales of the book. I am about to graduate, so it is safest to find a professional job first."

Nobu Kawaguchi was stunned: "Is Fujiwara-kun still a student at school?"

"Yes, I am a current student at Tokyo Bunge University."

Nobu Kawaguchi glanced at Kei Fujiwara in disbelief. He thought that someone who could write a work like "White Night Journey" would be thirty years old, no matter how young he was, and he would be able to write it if he had certain social experience and insights.

I originally thought she was young, but I didn't expect that she is really young.

Logically speaking, if you are not full-time, it means that the serialization is unstable, but Kei Fujiwara has already submitted the entire manuscript of "White Night Journey", so it doesn't matter.

"No problem, Fujiwara-kun, what name do you want to give it?"

Kei Fujiwara had already made up his mind and said, "Let's call him Keita Sima."

Such a somewhat Chinese-style name can be regarded as a tribute to the past life.

"No problem." Kawaguchi Nobu smiled and turned to look at Itagaki Kazuhiko, "Itagaki-kun, go take Fujiwara-kun to dinner. Fujiwara-kun can eat whatever he wants. I will give you a sufficient budget."

"Oh, you're welcome, I..."

Itagaki Kazuhiko patted Fujiwara Kei on the shoulder, "Don't refuse. After the serialization is confirmed, it is already a default rule for the editor to invite the author to dinner."

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey." Kei Fujiwara smiled. It's been a long time since I had barbecue...

After once again confirming the details of the serialization, Kawaguchi said: "The first payment for the manuscript materials will be credited to your account within two working days, please pay attention to check it."

"Okay, thank you."

Itagaki Kazuhiko took Fujiwara Kei out of the minister's office. He was also very happy. Firstly, he helped "White Night Journey" get serialization. Secondly, the editor took the author out to eat. He could also have a good meal. Anyway, he could be reimbursed and he could enjoy it as much as he wanted.

Fishing.

So when Fujiwara Kei declined subconsciously, he firmly opposed it!

When he walked out of the office door, Shimada quickly raised his head, wanting to take a look at who the young author was who made even the minister fall in love.

But when he and Fujiwara Kei met each other's eyes, they couldn't help but froze.

Is this this arrogant guy?

Shimada certainly had an impression of him. That day at the beef donburi, the young author returned his business card to him while making harsh words. He was extremely arrogant and left a deep impression on him.

Fujiwara Kei met Shimada's gaze, stood still, and looked at him.

The two looked at each other for four or five seconds. Shimada couldn't bear it anymore and subconsciously avoided looking at each other.

However, when he made this subconscious reaction, he regretted it. Wasn't this giving in?

So he stared back, but Fujiwara Kei had already left with Itagaki Kazuhiko with a smile.

"Hey, Shimada, isn't this kid..." Yohei Kikuchi also recognized Kei Fujiwara and poked Kei Fujiwara in the lower back.

"Yes...this guy and Itagaki...how do these two people know each other?"

"I don't know, this guy Itagaki still likes to dig out authors in nooks and crannies." Kikuchi Yohei said with a smile, "This author seems to be writing about socialist reasoning, right?"

"right."

"The space of "Spring and Autumn Literature Appreciation" will not be given to a newcomer. I heard that it will be arranged in a supplement." Assistant Miss Sakata suddenly said at this time.

"Really?" Shimada quickly confirmed.

"Of course it's true." Miss Sakata said, "I heard it with my own ears."

"Well..." Shimada felt a little relieved. The sales volume of the supplement was far behind that of the main magazine, and it was impossible to form a real competition with them.

And as far as he knew, one year after the supplement was first published, the single volume of the novels serialized in it had the highest sales volume of only 80,000 copies, which was really nothing to worry about.

Shimada kept comforting himself in his heart, and the feeling of uneasiness and anxiety in his heart gradually disappeared.

At this time, he remembered what Kei Fujiwara said when he put his business card on the table in that beef restaurant not long ago:

"Perhaps we will meet again."

"We did meet again, but so what? Can you still break the sales record?" Shimada muttered.