Tokyo Literary Godfather

Seeing that Kei Fujiwara did not speak, Shimada Yoshito also fell silent for a while.

It seems that I was hit, there is no other way, just comfort me appropriately...

Yoshito Shimada put the manuscript on the table, smiled and said: "Although the manuscript does not meet the serialization standard, to be honest, the article itself still has merits, such as the narrative skills, which seem to be quite mature... …”

"By the way, I forgot to ask you. Fujiwara-kun should have had writing experience before, right? Have you published any works or won any awards?"

Kei Fujiwara shook his head, "No."

It seems that he is still a blank writer... Shimada-like heart.

"From your novel, it can be seen that your writing ability is still good, but the path is wrong..."

Shimada began to try to praise Kei Fujiwara, slapping Tianzao first and then slapping Tianzao is the basic skill of magazine editors, especially when they meet Kei Fujiwara who seems to have potential.

The purpose of slapping them is to make them produce better works, and to give them Tianzao is to retain new people and prevent them from running to other publishing houses.

It is not unheard of for a work that was rejected by an editor to be successfully serialized by a different magazine and become a hit. And once something like this happens, the editor who rejected the manuscript will definitely be blamed.

Therefore, many editors adopt the strategy of killing the wrong authors but not letting them go...

Many new authors are often deceived by this method and write for a publishing house for a long time, but are still unable to obtain serialization qualifications, wasting time in vain.

"Hmm... Well, Fujiwara-kun, why don't you change the direction of your writing? Maybe you have read Miyano Mika's works? Just write in that style."

"Try to make the text as novel as possible, so that the plot can stimulate readers' numb nerves. By the way, some settings in your book can be kept. For example, the hero and heroine agreed not to meet within the 15-year public prosecution period. It seems interesting..."

Shimada Yoshihito pushed the manuscript to Kei Fujiwara's chest, "You go back and find a way to modify it, and contact me when it is corrected. I can leave you a business card with my phone number on it."

Shimada took out his business card and handed it to Kei Fujiwara.

Kei Fujiwara took the business card and stood up: "Sorry, I don't have a business card yet."

"Haha, it doesn't matter. Come on." Shimada patted Kei Fujiwara on the shoulder and left.

Kei Fujiwara looked at the manuscript in his hand, his eyes dazed for a moment, but became firm again after a few seconds.

He stuffed the manuscript back into the brown paper bag and walked out of the waiting room.

Walking out of the Chunqiu Co., Ltd. building, the low-temperature air directly robbed the body of heat.

Kei Fujiwara was shivering with cold, and his muscles and teeth could not help but tremble.

He put the paper bag under his arm, rubbed his arms on both sides, and walked towards the subway station. When he passed by a small shop for beef don, the mellow meaty smell wafted from the curtain.

Fujiwara Kei's stomach growled unsatisfactorily, and then he remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

He opened the door curtain and walked in. After passing through the white air, he found a place to sit down, ordered a bowl of onion and beef donburi, and started eating.

That character is pronounced "well" and also "gall". Gyudon is actually beef rice bowl, but it’s just the Japanese version.

At the next table, a young man wearing a turban finished two bowls of rice like a storm, stood up, and suddenly shouted: "The energy of the beef rice bowl has been replenished!"

After shouting, he paid the bill and left.

The proprietress ran over to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, and muttered as she cleaned up, "What are you calling for? Really, I was shocked. This guy must be from the Kansai countryside. He doesn't look like a Tokyoite at all..."

Kei Fujiwara smiled, Tokyo people are more cautious than each other, but from time to time there will be some guys with neurotic characteristics, adding a little warmth to this cold city.

Perhaps it was the joke of the young man in the turban, or perhaps it was Keiya Fujiwara's addition of "beef rice bowl energy", and his mood suddenly improved a lot.

Although I just experienced another rejection, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, there are many magazines and publishing houses in Tokyo, and they are trying one after another.

Kei Fujiwara downed a whole glass of lemonade, walked into the bathroom, washed his face, looked at the thin but energetic face in the mirror, smiled deliberately, and walked out of the bathroom.

"I heard that Itagaki boy was scolded by the minister."

"Hey, who makes him so stubborn and insists on publishing some socialist reasoning works? It is obvious that no readers like this kind of novel at all. The ranking of this issue's Readers' Report is already at the bottom, and Xiaozheng's ranking is probably not good either. . Hey, an editor without vision is just as terrible as a writer without talent."

Just when Kei Fujiwara was about to leave, he suddenly heard a familiar voice. He subconsciously looked towards the sound and saw Shimada and the man in a short-cut suit sitting together, chatting about something.

Fujiwara Kei had no interest in listening to other people's chats, nor did he want to say hello. He took out his wallet and planned to pay the bill and leave.

"Speaking of which, newcomers nowadays are really obsessed with socialist reasoning. I have received three manuscripts of socialist reasoning this week." The man in a suit suddenly said.

Shimada smiled: "I also received one today, but it was rejected by me."

The man in a suit broke open the disposable chopsticks, shook his head and said, "Today's new writers are really stupid. They are probably dreaming of changing society by writing articles, which is an unrealistic dream."

Shimada sneered: "What can the novel do? Can it make the United States voluntarily withdraw from the Plaza Accord and reorganize the useless cabinet? Or can it kill all the people who preach and cheat money on the streets? In the end, they are all a gang. They are just the grievances of a failed society. Now that the economy is in recession, there are more and more people with such grievances. Will these people be crazy enough to kill the Prime Minister with guns in the future? It is really worrying..."

"People have grievances in their hearts, but they cannot vent them. This may be the soil for socialist reasoning to survive."

A voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Shimada was stunned for a moment and looked to his side.

While paying the money, Kei Fujiwara said: "There will be more and more social resentments like this in the future, and speaking out for them may be the inevitable mission of the mystery writers of our generation."

"Have there been more new authors submitting socialist mysteries? It seems that my inference is correct. Authors and readers are one. More and more people are looking forward to a masterpiece of socialist mysteries, but professional editors can't find it. Is this true?"

Shimada looked at Kei Fujiwara and felt a little embarrassed at first. After all, anyone could be embarrassed if someone was heard commenting on someone being a "social resentment" behind his back.

But listening to Fujiwara Kei's unkind words to counterattack, I was a little annoyed, "Fujiwara-kun, I see hundreds of newcomers like you every year. You guys are arrogant and have no talent. It's the same style. Don’t talk about trends, it’s not up to you to decide what kind of articles our magazine will include!”

"I'm looking for you one hundred and fifty yen..." Listening to the gunpowder in the words of several people, the proprietress carefully took out the money and handed it over. I prayed secretly in my heart: These two guys must not fight!

If you want to be beaten, go out and beat me!

Kei Fujiwara turned his head and glanced at Shimada, then slowly walked over.

Seeing Kei Fujiwara approaching, Shimada's momentum immediately dropped by half. Although Kei Fujiwara is thin, he has a lean body type and is half a head taller than him. If a fight really breaks out, he will suffer a big loss.

The man in the suit also quickly stood up - not to share the same hatred with people like Shimada, but to be able to escape the scene as soon as possible if this guy made a move.

Fujiwara Kei walked to the table where they were sitting, took out the business card Shimada gave him from his wallet, pressed it on the table with his fingers, looked at Shimada, and said, "Maybe you are right. But maybe, Shimada-kun, we will meet again."

After that, he turned and left.

"Welcome next time!" After Kei Fujiwara left, the landlady quickly shouted, secretly relieved.

Shimada's tense heart also relaxed, and the man in a suit glared at the door: "What's this guy's name! I'll tell my friends in the industry that this guy has bad conduct, and no one should accept his manuscripts!"

This is just talk. Even the editorial director of Spring and Autumn Society may not have such energy. Shimada did not respond and smiled awkwardly: "It seems that I should be more careful when speaking in public next time."

"Haha, yes, if this guy really becomes a famous writer in the future, we will be in a bit of trouble."

Shimada seems not to worry about this at all: "How can it be so easy to be a famous writer? It is difficult for ordinary people to make their debut, right?"

"Yes, if he can become a famous writer, that guy Itagaki might be able to become the editorial director."

The two looked at each other and suddenly changed the subject in a tacit understanding.

It can also be seen from their conversation that the editor named Itagaki obviously has a bad relationship with the two.

The new author who offended becomes a famous author, and the colleague who has a bad relationship becomes his immediate boss... This kind of future is really too scary, so it is better not to talk about it more.

The Japanese are more or less superstitious, and Japan is a country where Buddhism is prevalent. According to Buddhist theory, a person's words are attached with the spirit of speech, and every word spoken may secretly turn the gears of destiny. .

What if the words they casually said came true in the end... That would be terrible!