Tokyo Literary Godfather

Kei Fujiwara stood in front of the zebra crossing and pressed the pass button of the traffic light.

At the moment when the signal light turned green, a gust of biting cool wind came oncoming, passing through the five-forked intersection near Sugamo Station from west to east, and pedestrians on the road wrapped their coats tightly and made a "hissing" sound from their mouths .

The cold air of early spring swept across Tokyo. Kei Fujiwara complained secretly and walked home with his neck scrunched up.

Today, a little girl got ice cream all over him on the road, but he has no second coat to wear. If it is still cold tomorrow, he will have to wear this dirty clothes to work.

Kei Fujiwara returned to an apartment located in the center of the connection between Sugamo Station and Otsuka Station. The name of the apartment was Rising Sun, but in fact, the apartment was facing north, and the sun could hardly be seen.

After entering the apartment building, in the administrator's room on the first floor, a woman with hot instant noodle hair was reading a gossip magazine boredly. When she saw Kei Fujiwara, her eyes lit up and she put the magazine on the table. Button, pretending to get up, and said: "Xiaogui, are you getting off work so early today?"

"Well, hello Mrs. Yoshihara."

The instant noodle-headed woman's eyes were a bit angry: "I've told you so many times, just call me Yuriko, alas..."

Kei Fujiwara smiled at her, but secretly quickened his pace and rushed into the hallway waiting for the elevator. Fortunately, the elevator door was about to open, and Kei Fujiwara hurried in like a loach.

The apartment manager of the building is an old man over sixty years old, and the instant noodle-haired woman is his young wife, who seems to be very interested in Kei Fujiwara.

The apartment has a total of ten floors, with five households on each floor. They are all one-bedroom single-family apartments. The environmental conditions are not bad, the neighbors are also very harmonious, and the rent is within a reasonable range. Kei Fujiwara doesn't want to leave here if he doesn't have to.

Kei Fujiwara has recently been in contact with real estate agents and is always ready to move out.

The reason for considering moving was not because Mrs. Yoshihara always wanted to perform a daily drama with him, but because he was about to graduate.

Kei Fujiwara is not from Tokyo. He is from Chiba Prefecture. To the arrogant Tokyoites, he is a rural Ning.

It is very troublesome for outsiders to rent a house in Tokyo. They must have a guarantor, a good social credit record, and an employment contract from a formal enterprise, etc.

Fujiwara Kei relied on his status as a student to rent this house with a suitable price and location. In Japan, the status of a college student itself is a useful proof of credit.

But what is annoying is that in a few months, Kei Fujiwara will lose this credit certificate.

Kei Fujiwara is 22 years old and studying at Tokyo University of Literature and Art. He is a senior student and is about to graduate, but has no specific job yet.

Once he leaves school and no big company is willing to accept him, the check-out letter for this apartment will soon be sent to him.

However, finding a job is now a difficult task for him. To be precise, it is a difficult task for all this year's graduates.

It's 1994, the third year of the Great Depression.

From the 1980s to the early 1990s, Japan's economy experienced a short-term take-off. The Japanese used commercial means to make up for their military failures and were in full swing towards becoming a world-class country.

At that time, Japan had unprecedented national self-confidence and vowed to dislodge the United States from its position as the world leader. It was then that the saying "Tokyo can buy half of the United States" began.

Due to the rapid expansion of the market, the supply of high-end university graduates exceeds demand, so graduates in the 1980s are like hot cakes.

Not to mention schools like Tokyo University and Yingkei, even Togei, where Kei Fujiwara is now, was also a target of competition among companies at that time. It's not like it is regarded as useless by enterprises at all.

In order to compete for talents, many companies have offered extremely generous employment conditions. In order to win over newcomers, they have even resorted to all kinds of methods by giving away money, promising RVs, and stuffing sluts into houses.

There is no need to go to the Graduation Guidance Center to check company information as now. At that time, corporate personnel came directly to the door, and they were treated to French food and Turkish baths. Kei Fujiwara could not imagine how happy the graduates were at that time.

It is estimated that all of them are so confident that they are shouting "Japan's No. 1" and dreaming of being the masters of the world.

At that time, Japan did not regard money as money, and everyone spread money, which also laid a huge psychological risk for later. That is, this wonderful experience made the Japanese people feel that this is what life should be like.

They did not realize at all that Japan's economic take-off was not a business victory, but a diplomatic victory. As a defeated country, it can still develop like this. This is very abnormal in itself and an accident in history.

However, this dreamlike life did not last long. After the Plaza Accord,

Japan's economy declined rapidly and fell into the Great Depression. That dreamlike memory burst like a huge bubble on the beach.

People have to wake up from wonderful dreams and start to face the cruel reality of life. One of the realities is that Japanese companies have begun rounds of layoffs from labor shortages to redundancy.

Old employees have lost their jobs, and new graduates are unable to find jobs. There are a large number of unemployed people in the society. The small steel ball shops on the street are filled with people who cannot accept the reality because they woke up from their dreams. The crime rate in society has increased significantly. Upward trend.

In a few months, Kei Fujiwara will become a member of the unemployed.

Kei Fujiwara was lying on the bed, watching the black crows flying outside the window-there are so many crows in Tokyo, it is almost unclear who is the master of this city.

He has been here for more than ten days, but he still feels that he has not fully integrated into the city.

Although the body has a Japanese language system and the memory of living in Tokyo, Kei Fujiwara silently misses the place when he came here.

The summer of 2022 is extremely hot. Kei Fujiwara shouldn’t have done it. He shouldn’t have stayed up late the night before and went out on location under the scorching sun without taking measures to prevent heatstroke. As a result, he got heat stroke and came back after waking up. Arrived in Tokyo in 1994.

Kei Fujiwara's body is a native Japanese, but due to psychological reasons, after traveling here, he was not acclimatized for a long time, and it has only recently improved.

Kei Fujiwara studied at Dongyi's video department and was about to graduate, so he wanted to get a job in a TV station based on his major and previous life experience, but both the state-run NHK and the five major public broadcasters rejected him.

It is no wonder that the number of graduates this year is already overcrowded relative to the number of jobs, and it is extremely difficult to find a job. Most companies are considering layoffs, let alone hiring new ones.

The television industry is one of the few industries that has not been affected by the Great Depression, but it is true that there are not many new jobs.

Kei Fujiwara had heard a long time ago that in big TV stations like the Five Great Minfang, many positions have been filled by internal referrals from employees, and it is difficult to have opportunities in open job fairs.

Kei Fujiwara now has to work as an administrator in a bookstore near the school, and occasionally goes to a convenience store to do odd jobs. However, this kind of life that relies on odd jobs to continue expenses cannot provide people with a sense of security in living in a large city like Tokyo.

Kei Fujiwara picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, tuned to an idol drama he liked a lot recently, then turned around, sat at the desk, and started his part-time side job at night.

Open it to listen but not watch, the plot is quite old-fashioned, but the soundtrack is quite nice, the heroine is a voice actor, and her voice is very pleasant. Therefore, when Kei Fujiwara is writing, he often turns on this TV to act as white noise to mobilize his writing emotions.

This world should be regarded as a parallel world. Although the general historical trend has not changed, the details have changed a lot.

Take entertainment works as an example, there are none of the songs and movies and TV dramas that I have heard in my previous life, and Kei Fujiwara has never watched any of the TV dramas in this world in my previous life.

Kei Fujiwara picked up a sharpened pencil and began to write neatly on the grid paper.

There is already a stack of manuscript paper on the table at this moment, and the writing work has been completed about halfway.

The written manuscript was covered with a blank sheet of paper as the cover, and there were only three large characters on the cover.

"White Night Walk".