Tokyo bubble life

As the sky slowly brightened, in the bedroom of Yamazakura, Naoki Naoyama opened his eyes under the powerful biological clock.

I had a drink with Kadokawa Haruki last night, and then there was a transition. In the end, Naoki Naoyama himself was a little confused.

In short, Kadokawa Haruki is indeed a strong opponent when it comes to drinking.

Seeing Taro who ran in, Naoki Nagayama shook his slightly drowsy head:

"It's decided, Yutaro, let's go for a morning run after a long time!"

Naoki Nagayama, who came for a morning jog with Ying Taro, exhaled white mist, as if he was a monk swallowing clouds. Some people who met him would look at each person and dog with a look of "is there something wrong with this person".

After returning to the Yamazakura Garden to wash off the thin sweat, the whole person suddenly became refreshed.

This morning, Naoki Naoyama plans to go to the studio later. Yoshimura Otomo and Shuichi Ido over there also drank a lot last night. According to their age, they are probably still at home enjoying the sourness of the hangover. experience.

After breakfast, Yongshan Naoki took out the full copy of the novel "Tomorrow's Me Dating Yesterday's You" from the study room, and planned to take it directly to the Elementary School Museum today.

Naoki Yongshan, who went out wearing a windbreaker, slowly walked towards the Xiaoxiaokan, which was not too far away.

It is already February, and the weather in Tokyo is still cold, and there is even the possibility of snow.

Pedestrians on the street are all wearing thick down jackets or cotton jackets, and scarves and gloves are also necessary to protect against the cold. They rush to their homes or companies in a hurry in the cold morning sun.

Naoki Naoyama walked and observed the hurried pedestrians around him, and even had a feeling of detachment from the world.

"I used to be a nine-to-nine worker. Fortunately, I don't have to work in this life."

Ten minutes later, Naoki Naoyama arrived at his destination.

"The building of the Elementary School Hall looks like a coffin no matter how you look at it. I don't know if it was designed." Naoki Yongshan complained and pushed open the door.

"Welcome to the Xiaoxiaokan, what can I do?" Mitsuko Nishihara at the front desk was busy entering something, and subconsciously said greetings when she realized someone was coming, but the next moment, she recognized the person, "Naoki mulberry!"

"Miaozi-san, good morning~" Naoki Yongshan greeted, "Are you alone today?"

"Hi, Lingxi-chan is in the supplies department." Nishihara Mitsuko explained, and then immediately asked again, "Did Naoki-san come to find the editor Morikawa?"

"Hi, is he there?"

"Private Marseille, editor Morikawa seems to be delayed by something today, and he hasn't arrived yet." Mitsuko Nishihara hadn't seen Kuniji Morikawa all morning, "Is Naoki-san more anxious?"

".It's not too anxious." Naoki Yongshan thought for a while, and there is actually nothing too important today.

"Hey, then Naoki-san, come to the reception room first and take a break." Mitsuko Nishihara led Yongshan Naoki towards the reception room, "Editor Morikawa's car has a car phone, I'll make a call to find out when he arrive"

"That's really troublesome Mitsuko-san~"

"Stay tape, that's what I should do"

When I came to the reception room of the Xiaoshokan again, Naoki Yongshan felt a little bit emotional. Three novels have been published in this reception room, but this reception room has not changed at all~

Naoki Yongshan skillfully took a literary periodical from the newspaper rack next to him and began to read it.

Not long after, the door of the reception room was knocked, and then the editorial assistant Furuya Yuya with a baby face walked in:

"Naoki-san!"

"Gu Gu-kun?" Naoki Yongshan was a little surprised.

"Hey, Senior Morikawa's car broke down, so he asked me to chat with Naoki-san first when he was late." Furuya Yuya said a little shyly.

I still have a good impression of this rich second-generation Naoki Yongshan, after all, the signing event at Keio University was well organized.

"Haha, then Furutani-san has worked hard~"

"Where is it~" Furuya Yuya shook his head, and then asked, "Naoki-san came to see Morikawa-senpai today?"

"Ah, it's nothing serious." Naoki Naoyama opened his backpack, and then took out the manuscript paper in the file bag, "It's just that my new novel has been written, and I just want Bangzhi-san to take a look."

"Huh? New novel?" Yuya Furuya opened his eyes wide. This is the first time he has been in contact with a writer to submit a manuscript. "Didn't it mean that I just wrote the beginning when I visited in the New Year?"

"Haha, sometimes inspiration is very strange~" Naoki Yongshan could only laugh.

Curiosity flashed in Furuya Yuya's eyes, and he said hesitantly, "Arnold Naoki-san, can you let me take a look."

Sure enough, he is a rich second generation who is ignorant of the world. He doesn't know anything about human affairs. This is the original manuscript for Kuniji Morikawa. Except for relevant personnel, other people should not be able to read it before publication.

Otherwise, what should we do if someone with malicious intentions plagiarizes it!

However, Naoki Naoyama looked at the pure curiosity in the eyes of the opposite party, coupled with what Morikawa Kuniji had hinted before, the guy opposite was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and he would never covet this little publishing fee.

"Haha, there's nothing wrong with it." Naoki Yongshan handed over the file bag and said, "It's just a youth romance novel, I don't know if Gu Gu-kun likes to read it."

"Hi, Arigado!"

Furuya Yuya happily took the document bag, and then saw the name of the novel written on the cover of a piece of draft paper - "Tomorrow's Me Dates Yesterday's You".

"What a strange name." After a thought flashed in his head, Furuya Yuya opened the cover, ".European model series~"

Kuniji Morikawa felt that he was really unlucky today. The car broke down within a short time after he went out. However, with his decades of driving experience, he couldn't find the reason.

had to call for a tow truck

While waiting, I found that the benchmark author under my name found the company

Let your new assistant go to accompany others, don't let him feel coldly treated, and then you find out when you arrive at the company

"Yuzai-san, what are you doing?"

Kuniji Morikawa opened the door of the reception room, and the first thing he saw was Naoki Naoyama standing up and looking at the scenery outside the window boredly, while the assistant he called to accompany him was actually sitting on a chair and concentrating on something, even No knock on the door was heard.

"What am I doing?" Furuya Yuya didn't react for a moment, "I'm reading a novel."

Kuniji Morikawa said helplessly, "Didn't you come to chat with Naoki-san?"

"Ah!" Furuya Yuya finally thought of his responsibility, and hurriedly stood up and bowed to Naoki Nagayama, "Private horse racing, Naoki-san, I was fascinated by it for a while."

"Naoki-san, I'm very sorry, I was delayed on the way." Kuniji Morikawa also sincerely apologized, "I didn't expect that Yuzai didn't greet well."

Naoki Yongshan waved his hand: "Haha, it's fine."

Then he said to Furuya Yuya who was very embarrassed beside him: "Furuya-san, speaking of it, when Kunji-san read my first novel, he was exactly the same as you just now~hahaha~"

"Eh? Boom?" The young man looked at Kuniji Morikawa in surprise.

"Ahem~" The old editor Morikawa coughed strategically, and then looked at the manuscript paper on the table, "So, this is Naoki-san's new novel?"

"Hi, the name of the novel is "Tomorrow's Me Dates Yesterday's You." Naoki Yongshan nodded.

At this moment, Furuya Yuya said excitedly beside him: "Senior Morikawa, this novel is very interesting. It tells the timeline of a couple."

"Autumn Bean Sack! Stop!"

Kuniji Morikawa rushed to the side, pressed the young man against the wall at once, and covered Furuya Yuya's mouth with his hand. Naoki Naoyama couldn't help but be surprised by the speed of the explosion.

Seeing that Furutani Yuya's behavior was stopped, Morikawa Kuniji said with serious eyes:

"Youzai-kun, you have been in the elementary school for so long, don't you know such an important thing?"

"No spoilers! This is the basic quality of reading novels!!!

If you tell this story, how am I going to read it? ! The anticipation and excitement of reading a novel for the first time will be destroyed! "

Furuya Yuya, whose mouth was covered, could only let out a helpless whine, nodded his head reluctantly, and turned his eyes to Naoki Nagayama for help.

Naoki Nagayama quickly patted Kuniji Morikawa on the shoulder: "Bunji-san, Mr. Furuya must have learned a lesson, let him go, he can't even breathe!"

"Woo~" Furuya Yuya also nodded frantically.

Kuniji Morikawa let go of his hand and regained his composure: "Private Marseille, I was a little rude just now."

The baby-faced editorial assistant who was still in shock was left breathing heavily.

"Tomorrow's Me Dates Yesterday's You. Naoki-san's new novel will definitely be fine!"

Kuniji Morikawa tidied up the manuscript paper on the table with his hands and feet,

"Naoki-san, if there are no major problems, we will still use the previous royalty standard of "Love in the Sky", 10% is already the highest level, but the first print will increase to 200,000 copies."

Since he is already a recipient of the Naoki Award, Shogakukan has great confidence in Naoki Nagayama, and Kuniji Morikawa easily stated the condition for the first printing of 200,000 copies.

"Hi, I have no objection to that." Naoki Yongshan nodded.

Kuniji Morikawa continued: "However, the pricing of the novel will have to wait for a later review."

Since it has been carried out three times, Naoki Yongshan is very familiar with this process, but because he came here in a hurry today, Xiao Xuekan must not have prepared a contract, so Naoki Yongshan is ready to leave after knowing the situation up:

"Then Morikawa-san, since the manuscript has been delivered, if there is nothing else"

"Wait, Naoki-san!" Morikawa Kuniji suddenly thought of something, "Didn't we talk about a variety show before?"

"Ah, that "New Language Buzzword Award"." Naoki Yongshan smiled, "What's wrong?"

"It just so happens that our editor-in-chief, Matsui, is there. He was very interested after you told him your thoughts last time." Kuniji Morikawa invited Naoki Nagayama to the editor-in-chief's office to have a chat with the editor-in-chief.

Naoki Yongshan naturally agreed, but there was always an idea in his head on the way,

"Editor-in-Chief Matsui Toshi? Wasn't he the editor-in-chief before and got promoted again?"

In Sekoda's mansion, Kinji Fukasaku was receiving Fumio Ishikawa, and Kinji Fukasaku said while folding up the newspapers:

"The nomination lists for the Film Academy Awards and the Blue Ribbon Awards are out. Has "Love Letter" been nominated for almost all the awards?"

Fumio Ishikawa nodded helplessly: "Yes, they seem to want to hit all the awards."

"Hahaha" Kinji Fukasaku laughed suddenly.

"What is Director Fukasaku laughing at?" Fumio Ishikawa asked in confusion.

"I'm laughing at Naoki Nagayama's lack of strategy and Shuichi Ido's lack of wisdom! Should I say they are too greedy?" Kinji Fukasaku dismissed, "If you focus on one or two awards, you are still very competitive. If you want them all , then it will definitely not come true!”

"It is impossible for the jury to let a film take all the awards!"

"...they still have "Hot Blooded High School" and "Midnight Ring"" Fumio Ishikawa said next to him.

Hearing this familiar name, Fukasaku Kinji's face froze: ""Midnight Ring"? What's good about this movie? It's just an ordinary horror movie."

Fumio Ishikawa listened silently, and mentally complained: "It obviously scared you like that, or is it normal?"

"Also, didn't Chairman Tomoyuki Tanaka promise to stop the selection of "Midnight Ring"?" Kinji Fukasaku glared at Fumio Ishikawa.

Fumio Ishikawa didn't panic at all: "Hey, so this time "Midnight Ring" is judged for a small award, the best topic award. After all, this movie has brought a lot of shadows to the audience and made many people afraid of TV. This kind of ordinary appliance."

Fumio Ishikawa, who was talking, turned his head around, and found that there was no TV in Kinji Fukasaku's bedroom. The old man who was bedridden, if there was no TV, how boring it would be!

Sure enough, there is a psychological shadow!

Kinji Fukasaku didn't notice Fumio Ishikawa's trick, and snorted and said, "This kind of small award is also an award. If you ask me, "Midnight Ring" shouldn't be on the nomination list!"

Fumio Ishikawa did not argue with the old man, but said:

"Director Fukasaku, what Chairman Tanaka means is that there needs to be more support for "Miyuki". According to the information so far, there is basically no problem with the best film of "Narayama Festival". "Antarctic Story" Takakura Ken has roughly decided the best actor sauce, but the best director and best actress, "The Mysterious Case of Tiancheng Mountain" and "Thin Snow" compete fiercely."

"In addition, in terms of the best screenplay award, "Love Letter" has a great advantage!"

"Huh? Best screenplay? Why?"

"Because "Narayama Festival" and "Antarctic Story" are both adapted from real stories. "Love Letter" is adapted from a novel." Fumio Ishikawa explained the reason.

"But, "Xiaoxue" is also adapted from a novel, right?"

".But "Xinxue" is already a novel decades ago, how can "Love Letter" be so popular."

"How could this be so!" Fukasakuyan's face changed, and he muttered, "The books that have gone through time are good books, and the books now are too superficial, and I don't know how to appreciate them."

Fumio Ishikawa listened to his complaints, but did not say a word. After all, the director in front of him was almost 60 years old, and when they were young decades ago, they naturally liked to read old novels.

"Also, director Fukasaku, it seems that there are many forces competing in the jury. Originally, there were only film production companies and other related film and television factions, but this time, even financial groups and publishing houses participated in the selection, and there are even some gangsters. shadow of

"Is it so complicated this time?"

"Hey, so until the final result comes out, everything is uncertain." Fumio Ishikawa confirmed, "That's why President Tanaka wants to make more preparations."

Fukasaku Kinji thought for a while, then nodded: "I will find some old friends again."

"Thank you so much~"

After continuing to say some pleasantries, Fumio Ishikawa heard the door open, and Kinji Fukasaku's wife Sanae Nakahara walked in with a plate.

"Dad, take medicine"

"It's this kind of nourishing medicine again!" Fukasaku Kinji was not angry, "Eat, eat, eat, eat for so long, I feel my body is getting worse and worse!"

"This is because the ingredients of the medicine are eliminating the lesions in the body. Naturally, it will have some impact on the body." Sanae Nakahara explained calmly, and nodded slightly at Fumio Ishikawa, "Drink it quickly, you will be fine after drinking it." !"

Fukasaku took a few sips with an unhappy expression, and angrily threw the half-remaining bowl on the tray:

"It's too bad to drink! Don't drink it!"

"Hey, you old man, how can you do this!" Nakahara Sanae seemed to be angry, "I worked so hard to get this!"

"If I say I won't drink, I won't drink!"

In fact, Shinji Fukasaku didn't really believe in this kind of nourishing decoction, not to mention that his body was getting weaker and weaker during this period. At this time, he lost his temper, like an awkward child.

"you!"

Sanae Nakahara looked at Kinji Fukasaku and ignored her directly, and continued to talk to Fumio Ishikawa, but she could only put away the medicine bowl angrily.

Fumio Ishikawa didn't think much about it. It's normal for old couples to quarrel.

So after chatting with Kinji Fukasaku for a while in the bedroom, I was about to say goodbye:

"Director Fukasaku, if there is nothing else, I will leave~"

"Well, please rest assured President Tanaka, I will work harder." Kinji Fukasaku said, "Don't let Naoki Naoyama's "Love Letter" win the award!"

"Hmm~"

Really wanting to get up and leave, Fumio Ishikawa saw Sanae Nakahara coming in with a medicine bowl, which contained half a bowl of medicinal soup.

She walked to the side of the bed and passed the bowl over, her face was calm but determined:

"You old man, you still haven't finished half a bowl just now, drink it up for me!"

Shinji Fukasaku was furious: "Didn't I just say no to drinking?!"

"This is the fruit of other people's hard work! Are you going to waste it like this? Besides, the doctor said, you must drink a bowl of it every day! Otherwise, the previous treatment will be in vain! Hurry up, while it's hot!"

"I said, don't drink!" Fukasaku Kinji shouted excitedly.

Nakahara Sanae's face became even more ugly, as if she had thought a lot, and then pointed out the window: "Look there, there are UFOs!"

Kinji Fukasaku and Fumio Ishikawa subconsciously turned their heads, only to find a clear sky outside the window.

Then Fumio Ishikawa saw Sanae Nakahara holding Kinji Fukasaku's head with his right hand, and then quickly and ruthlessly handed the medicine bowl to his mouth with his right hand, opened his mouth, and poured it in all at once!

Fukasaku Kinji coughed straight after being fed, but a mouthful of the soup had already entered his throat, so he could only say angrily:

"Kenuo Ya! Are you trying to murder your own husband?!"

"Who told you not to drink!" Nakahara Sanae returned to her virtuous look, and bowed slightly to Fumio Ishikawa, "Private Masai, I was rude just now, my husband has a temper like a child recently."

Fumio Ishikawa waved his hands again and again: "Ahaha, I didn't see anything. If there's nothing wrong, I'll take my leave first!"

After speaking, he ran away in a panic.

Shen Zuoxin coughed for a long time before recovering, and yelled at his wife: "You bastard, I tell you, I won't drink it! Even if you force me to drink it this time, I won't drink it in the future!"

"When you feed me, I will definitely resist desperately!!!"

Nakahara Sanae looked calm, looked at her husband and said:

"Anyway, you can't move. If you don't drink next time, then I will drink it first and hold your hands

Then feed you mouth to mouth! ! ! "

Fukasaku Kinji was frightened by this statement, and glanced at the wrinkled old woman's face

"That's all. Isn't it just a bowl of nourishing soup?"

"I just drink it!"