The Goddess Shines on America

At the end of July in Tokyo, it is hot time, and the images of beautiful girls wearing short skirts can be seen everywhere on the streets of Shibuya, and this also gives many idiots a chance to feast their eyes. At this time, it is the most prosperous moment for the entire Japanese economy, and the country's high prosperity can be seen from the most prosperous administrative districts in the capital area.

Bunkyo District, Tokyo is located in the central area of ​​the twenty-three districts of Tokyo. It is only about three kilometers away from the emperor's residence and the seat of the central government in a straight line. This is the cultural center of Tokyo, where many private colleges, middle schools, and higher education institutions in Japan are concentrated. The main campus of the University of Tokyo is located here. Generally speaking, there are no fewer than ten universities of various types and no fewer than twenty high schools of various types. A total of nearly a hundred colleges and universities are gathered within a radius of only a few kilometers. It really deserves its reputation as a cultural and educational area.

Kodansha, one of Japan's largest publishing companies, is located here.

Kodansha is the largest comprehensive publishing house in Japan and one of the main comic publishing houses in Japan. Together with Shogakukan and Shueisha, it is also known as the three heroes of comics in the Japanese publishing industry. Its predecessor was the Great Nippon Eloquent Society founded in 1909. At that time, the debate magazine "Debate" was published. From 1911, it was used together with the name of the Great Nippon Eloquent Society, and then changed to the current name in 1958, that is, Co., Ltd. Club Kodansha.

However, even though it enjoys a lofty status in Japan, the office building itself is not an exaggerated skyscraper, but just a five-story bungalow-style general building.

The word "small but refined" has always been used in the literary publishing industry. As a company that publishes books, it does not need too many employees, because most of the products are directly mailed by writers living all over the country here. A book is a product, but how much space does a book need?

At noon, about a quarter past nine, a small box truck stopped at the entrance of the Kodansha building. When Hirota got out of the car, he was pleasantly surprised to see a handsome middle-aged man walking towards him quickly.

"Hey, isn't this Tsukamoto-san, why did you go to the door to pick up the goods yourself?"

The middle-aged man nodded at him with a serious expression, but said in a kind tone: "Ashamed, ashamed, I'm a little late today, and I just walked into the lobby just now. Hirota-san, are there many express shipments today?"

Hirota quickly opened the door of the cargo box: "About twenty-five pieces, all of which are manuscripts sent to you Kodansha. Haha, don't look at the large number, it doesn't take up space at all. It's not like I went to Dongdae It’s like delivering textbooks there, stacks of them are going to sink to death!”

Tsukamoto smiled indifferently: "It's just different in nature. In college, the twenty-five books are just one subject in a small class. Just pile up the manuscripts at my feet. I won't bother you to go upstairs."

Hirota showed joy: "Thank you so much, Tsukamoto-san, then I have to work harder."

Twenty-five books are a lot of weight, but Hirota's physical fitness as a courier is of course beyond doubt. After placing the things on the steps with his hands and feet, he quickly unpacked the goods and was ready to go to the next store.

Tsukamoto stood in front of the company and waved inside.

A young guy ran out immediately: "Editor-in-chief!"

"Find two people and move these books back. I'll take one first."

Seeing that the package on the top floor was quite thin, Tsukamoto picked it up casually, and walked quickly into the company.

Tsukamoto is a person who cares about details, and the editorial office on the fifth floor is well organized by him. Not only the books, but also the location of the ashtray, where each half-smoked cigarette is placed in the ashtray, and how the flowerpot on the windowsill is placed, he can clearly remember every detail , and will never let the secretary change it at will.

Walking into the editor-in-chief's room, he ordered his secretary, Jiang Dao, to pour him a cup of good Biluochun. Tsukamoto sat on the office chair, and the first thing that caught his eye was the list of nominations for this year's "Edogawa Ranpo Award".

That's what he asked Edo to put here the day before yesterday. The Edogawa Rampo Award is one of the most important awards in the Japanese mystery fiction industry. It uses unpublished novels as submissions, and it can always dig out the stars of tomorrow. Like a rookie in the literary world. It can be said that understanding this list is the best way to understand the development of Japanese reasoning literature in the next few years.

Since the first session in the 1950s, the winning works of the Edogawa Ranpo Prize have been published by Kodansha, and it has long been one of the most important components of this long-established publishing house. Not only Tsukamoto, but every editor-in-chief in the past must grasp the list of each term in detail and auspiciously.

However, for two full years, Tsukamoto has been disappointed.

The reason is simple, there have not been enough outstanding works to appear.

Although there will still be winners every year, they are just choosing the best from the worst. They are also newcomers' debut works. The winners of these two years are actually quite unworthy of this title.

It stands to reason that most new reasoning writers in Japan will send their works to Kodansha. Even if they can't win an award, it's good to try their luck. But in the past two years, it seems that due to the impact of the great economic development of the whole of Japan, many potential writers who might have gone to the literary world have given up their pens and thrown their energy into the stock market like crazy.

Whether they made money, Tsukamoto didn't know, but if the quality of the works of the next Edogawa Ranpo Award is still the same, he, the editor-in-chief, will definitely be blamed by the president.

"Editor-in-chief, your tea."

Just when Tsukamoto was staring at the list and frowning, Secretary Ejima walked in with a teacup.

Tsukamoto didn't have time to take care of it, he waved his hands and said, "Well, just put it anywhere."

"Good editor."

Ejima put the teacup on the table, and at the same time looked at the courier package that Tsukamoto put on the table.

"Oh, isn't this an address in the United States!?"

Tsukamoto raised his head: "What America?"

Jiang Dao pointed to the package on the table in surprise: "Address, editor-in-chief, this package was sent from... Oh, it was sent from Los Angeles!"

It's just the submissions that are sent to the publishing house every day. Tsukamoto really didn't pay attention to the address. He picked it up and saw that it was actually the address of Los Angeles, USA!

"Alice-Wang?"

Seeing this name obviously not belonging to ordinary Japanese, Tsukamoto frowned slightly: "Ejima, you go out first."

"Good editor."

There was no sense of existence in Edo's departure, and Tsukamoto's attention was all attracted by the name.

Alice-Wang?

The first moment he saw this name, Tsukamoto realized that he was very familiar, as if he had heard this name through various channels for a long time. This idea is somewhat funny. For him who has been in the publishing industry for 20 years, he understands what it means to be "various channels" better than any ordinary person.

"...No matter, let's read the content first."

Having already firmly engraved the name of this person in his mind, Tsukamoto skillfully unwrapped the package, revealing a very delicately bound manuscript.

What made him a little amused was that the author of this novel actually wrote "Suggestion for Shelving: Speculative Fiction" on the cover.

"Really, Cao Cao Cao Cao is here, another mystery novel was delivered to me?"

Tsukamoto smiled wryly and glanced at the Edogawa Ranpo Award nomination list next to him. This year's works will be published early next year, but the list has already begun to be compiled. After all, this is an award for unpublished novels by new writers, and there is a lot of work to be done before the book is officially released, whether it is the award or subsequent promotion.

"Maybe this instinct can catch up, let's see the quality."

In this way, Tsukamoto opened the page casually, and three huge men came into view immediately.

At the same time, just outside the editor-in-chief's office, more than a dozen senior editors are also chatting to start a new day.

"Ah~ I'm really sleepy..."

But early in the morning, Qingzhi lay lazily on the table and stopped working. He has been yawning non-stop since he just went to work, and anyone can see those two black panda eyes.

The female editor Chunzi who was sitting behind him spoke, but she said with contempt: "It's not because you have to stay up late to clear Mario, you deserve it."

This remark caused a backlash. Hongzhi, a postgraduate student at Dongda University who is only 25 years old and qualified to sit here, said: "Oh, Junko, you have to understand, Super Mario is a super fun game. When it was released, I stayed up all night playing with some of my classmates."

Chunzi didn't budge: "You were in college, Qingzhi is going to be a father next New Year's, and both parents are almost sixty years old, so how can you let yourself be like this?"

Hongzhi rolled his eyes on the spot: "Ah...the old ones...have to feed..."

"What are you talking about, brat, are you looking for a beating? Look at Yamamoto, tell me about Hongzhi..."

"Oh, I'm so annoying~!"

Qingzhi was awakened by the noisy voices of his colleagues, raised his head and let out a yell, and then, with a bang, knocked his head on the table again: "Five minutes, just let me sleep for another five minutes, anyway, it's too late now." There is nothing to do. Hongzhi, please make me a cup of coffee, double strong, I am tired."

"Yes, senior..."

However, just three seconds after Qingzhi finished speaking, the door of the editor's room was slammed open with a bang.

"My lords!"

Tsukamoto stood at the door, his face flushed red, no doubt extremely excited: "A new era is coming!"

This voice startled all the staff, and Hongzhi quickly put down his glass, waking Qingzhi awake.

"What happened?"

I saw Tsukamoto waving the manuscript in his hand excitedly: "Junzi, hurry up and make enough copies of this manuscript, all the staff, prepare for the meeting at ten o'clock!"

Happy November everyone. . .

From chapter 120 to chapter 240, I just changed 360,000 words in October, which is equivalent to 12,000 words four times a day.

So well. . . Take a break in November.

6000 twice a day, for a period of time, let’s start with this speed~