1983 Past Life Manga King

“Well then, then. You may have forgotten.”

“right?”

“Of course. It’s a hundred times better than being so cold-hearted, isn’t it?”

Michiko nodded her head with a wicked smile, as if she understood what she was saying.

“Yes. It’s better than being sober.”

When she said that, she nodded her head, repeating ‘yes’ to the staff around her.

Why are these people doing this as a group?

Jiro looked around and then looked at Michiko.

“Tell me what you forgot.”

At those words, Yajima pierces Jiro’s side, and he twitches and is surprised.

“Ah!”

“Hey, why are you urging Kawada so much?”

After she said that, she smiled again as she looked at Michiko.

“Come on, let’s talk slowly. got it?”

“no. I have a lot of work too. We need to talk quickly and go.”

“Then let’s talk quickly…… ah!”

Jiro wriggles her body again and looks at Yajima standing next to her.

“What’s wrong?!”

Yajima still pretends not to know, and she smiles.

“Come on, let’s talk slowly.”

She says so and leaves her seat immediately. Then Jiro looked at him with crayfish eyes.

“·················ogue.”

Michiko, who had been hesitant at the sight, paused for a moment before opening her mouth.

“The boss wants to see you now.”

“What? boss?”

“Yeah. Please come to the executive meeting room right now.”

He jumped up from his seat at the sudden words.

“Why are you talking about that now?”

“I forgot. Hehe.”

“Hey, is this something to laugh at?!”

When they do that, the staff around them all shot Jiro at once.

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1 million clubs (2)

Jiro hurried to the president’s office.

Even so, the frown impression does not open.

It’s because he doesn’t understand why the president asked to see him separately.

As I was walking, my steps came to a halt.

“I’m sure it has nothing to do with Kawada…”

She’s usually nagging her a lot at her Michiko, and knows that she’s got her dissatisfaction with it.

So, was that the problem?

An employee who treats her nephew so harshly wouldn’t look good.

Thinking so, she immediately shook her head.

He wanted to treat her Michiko not as her own nephew, but as her junior.

She didn’t know if she had suddenly changed her mind in the meantime, because she didn’t seem that narrow-minded.

No, you can’t get to know everyone just by meeting her once. And a person who sits in such a high position doesn’t know when or how she will change.

The hearts of superiors are always like reeds swaying in the wind.

Again, with a frown on her face, she climbs into the elevator.

I checked the direction of the elevator while trying to press the first floor as a habit.

uh? Is this going down?

It seems that he rode without even thinking about whether he was going up or down because of his confused mind.

After going to the first floor, when the door opens, the people in front of the door look at him. It looks like Jiro is waiting for it to come down.

Jiro immediately smiles awkwardly and points his finger up.

“Oh, I have to go up again.”

Then people got on the elevator and pressed the button for the floor they were going to go to.

Jiro too belatedly remembered the number of floors and pressed the button.

Suddenly, the door on the floor where the executive meeting room was located opened and I went out of the elevator.

Compared to the floor where the editorial room is located, I walked down a clean and luxurious corridor and arrived in front of the executive meeting room. Then she approached the female employee who was sitting at the desk in front of her.

Jiro said hello and asked.

“Hey, to see the boss……”

“You are waiting.”

“Ah yes.”

Hearing the words of the female staff, I went straight to the front of the conference room. Then she took a deep breath, knocked, and opened the water.

“Oh, come on.”

A middle-aged man sitting at the top of the executive boardroom raised his head and spoke quietly.

It was the president, Hiroyuki Mitsuda.

Jiro hurriedly said hello and went inside.

“Come here and sit down.”

Pointing to the left side of the chair, Jiro hurriedly approached him and took a seat.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“Hey, are you okay with coffee?”

“Ah yes.”

“okay.”

The president who said so immediately pressed the intercom.

“two cups of coffee.”

– Yes sir.

After hearing the woman’s voice, the boss just smiled without saying a word.

After a while, a knock is heard along with the sound of creaking shoes. And immediately the door opened, and a female employee came in with a tray with two cups of coffee on it.

The sound of her high heels is clearly audible in the quiet conference room and approaches the two of them.

The female employee put down coffee in front of the boss and Jiro with her careful movement, said hello, and then she turned around again and walked out of the place, grunting.

Then the boss opened his mouth.

“Did you know there was a G5 finance ministers meeting in New York last month?”

Jiro, who was startled by the sudden question, nodded her head and answered.

“Well, I remember seeing it on the passing news. The fact that the yen keeps rising right now because of that.”

At that, the boss nodded his head.

“The meeting was held at the Plaza Hotel. I’ve been there before, and although it’s classic, it doesn’t suit my taste.”

“·················ogue.”

“Well, anyway, Noboru Takeshida, who was present at that time, said nonsense, saying, ‘The United States has surrendered to Japan. A stronger yen means that Japan’s national power has grown that much or something. Isn’t that funny? How could such an idiot attend such a meeting on behalf of the General?”

Jiro is unaware of that fact.

Because she doesn’t care, and doesn’t know him well.

However, the boss continued the story.

“Now, Japan’s GNP is well over $10,000. Almost 70% of the US. Trade with the US is also recording a record surplus, so the US held this meeting, feeling anxious. And Reagan is a man who advocates for “Great America.” Do you think such a person would have made such a decision to like Japan? Pathetic idiots are driving Japan into a limb now. Perhaps this will be as much of a crisis for Japan as the oil shock. No, because Japanese automobiles were exported to the United States at the time of the oil shock. Anyway, Japan could be even stronger if this project is handled as well as it was back then. If not, well, I don’t even want to think about it.”

Seeing the boss saying something he didn’t understand, Jiro put on a bewildered expression on his face.

Seeing Jiro’s expression like that, the president grinned.

“You’re wondering why I’m suddenly saying something out of the ordinary.”

“Oh, no. You get more information than people like us, so you have a lot of ideas.”

“You think so?”

“Isn’t it?”

When Jiro asked the question, the president grinned.

“Are you sure there’s something a little odd about it?”

“Yeah?”

It’s a strange corner, so maybe it’s a bad look?

At that thought, Jiro’s expression hardened slightly.

But contrary to Jiro’s thoughts, the president said with a slightly brighter expression.

“Anyway, that’s the point I’m talking about. Japan has grown so fast during that time. Thanks to that, I got a lot of attention from the US. Just like us now.”

“······Yeah?”

Who are you paying attention to?

When Jiro made a bewildered expression, the president immediately said:

“Now the big publishers are starting to watch us. And just like the Treasury Secretary meeting in America, executives from each publishing house met at the hotel. Of course, it was the biggest publishers that took center stage there.”

Having said that, the boss immediately smiled and shook his head.

“Well, let’s stop talking about that.”

“·················ogue.”

When he cut off his words at the most important part, Jiro’s brow furrowed slightly.

But that doesn’t mean he can’t ask, ‘Why are you talking?’

But on the other hand, I also wondered what it would be like if the president were a cartoonist.

The thought that he might become a huge hit if he continues the story while interrupting at such a curious moment.

As I was immersed in such miscellaneous thoughts, the president opened his mouth again.

“okay. how about What kind of teachers are you in charge of? There is no problem.”

Jiro, who suddenly came to his senses as he spoke another story, answered with a nod of his head.

“Yeah. Except for one fisherman who recently became independent.”

“I know that. Michiko is in charge? What was the title?”

“It’s a dark club.”

“Oh, right. It did. dark club. What kind of ghost or something?”

“It’s a vampire.”

“Ah.”

The boss nodded his head and raised the corners of his mouth.

“Anyway, that guy was already very excited about making a second Sunny teacher. What do you believe in making such a fuss?”

I think I’ve heard that story from Michiko once.

At that time, I was told not to make fun of the world, but I did.

“By the way, Samsara, they say the reaction is hotter these days.”

“Recently, thanks to the appearance of Samsara characters in Dragon Ball, the popularity has risen and the sales of books have increased. Thanks to this, the number of magazine sales has also increased.”

“Yeah, I heard that. That’s why I got attention.”

It seems to be the story of the meeting place earlier.

But again, he didn’t talk about it this time, he thought about it for a while and then opened his mouth again.

“Although magazine sales have increased a lot, it won’t be easy to reach 1 million copies, right?”

“Yeah? One million copies?”

“······okay.”

In response, the boss nodded his head.

And he said it again.

“What do you think? Does that seem possible?”

“Well, there is always a possibility for anything. Of course, if I had been a boy hero in the past, I don’t think I would have been able to say this easily.”

That’s natural.

Before Samsara started, the boy hero was just a nameless magazine.

And when it was discontinued, there was nothing strange about it.

However, Jiro’s words made the president’s smile even more interesting.

“Okay, just like you said. By the way, you talk like that easily even in front of me.”

Only then did Jiro realize who the person in front of him was, and bowed his head in surprise.

“Ah, sorry.”

“no. I’m not saying anything to you. And you have to be able to say things like that.”

“·················ogue.”

“Anyway, what do you think, what do you think we need to do to reach 1 million copies?”

“One million copies . . .”

It’s something I’ve never thought about.

For Jiro, it was his job to do his best for the writer in charge, and that was a concern for the superiors.

Anyway, the boss in front of me asked a question, so I’m going to have to answer it.

But the thought that immediately comes to mind is skepticism.

One million copies is a tremendous dignity that cannot be surpassed by any other than the three largest boys’ magazines in Japan.

Of course, as the president of a publishing company, he understands that he wants to achieve at least one of his books or magazines.

Because no book has ever reached 1 million copies here at Mitsuda Shoten.

Did he say that the record was that the novel sold about 800,000 copies last year?

The president smiled and said, thinking that Jiro, who was absorbed in such miscellaneous thoughts, was hesitant to speak.

“OK. I just want to know what you think.”

Anyway, I think it’s just a wish, so maybe there’s no need to take it too seriously.

However, since it is in front of the company’s top owner, it is unavoidable to be careful.

“Honestly, I’ve never thought about it, but I think it takes a lot of hits to reach 1 million copies. I think it would be possible if there were a few super-hit songs in it.”

“How many hits are there now?”

“As you can see, the top 3-4 works fall into the category of hits.”

“Isn’t Samsara a super hit?”

“As a work, it has a decent position, but in terms of the number of copies sold, it is just a hit.”

“As expected, the company’s reputation is a problem.”

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However, I kept my mouth shut because I was not in a position to say that in front of the boss.