I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 1 Almost Frozen To Death

Every day at this time, that man would appear downstairs very punctually.

It's like letting go at a traffic light on time.

In his twenties, with clean short hair, fair skin and a thin figure, he looks very good-looking.

But this is not a TV station, and there is no need for those fair and beautiful skins.

What is more needed here is...talent, like a huge star suddenly appearing in the ancient and deep night sky, and then all the people who look at the sky, only have that star in their eyes...

Ever since that damn bubble was burst, the whole Neon has fallen into a state of incomparable decadence, and everything can't go on the normal track.

Those who were burdened with a lot of debt went to the rooftop one after another.

They can't be said to be the same as meteors, after all, meteors can still shine for a while, and they are nothing more than splashing a pile of blood, or jumping off a building and smashing to death a few unlucky people passing by.

There are also those young people who don't get married, don't work, don't buy a house, and don't do anything anyway, just stay at home and grow old...

It's messed up, it's all messed up.

Fortunately, I have a stable job...

Thinking of this, the security guard raised his head and glanced at the signboard of the gate.

Shinchosha Co., Ltd.

The oldest publishing house in the entire Neon.

It is even no exaggeration to say that the best writers in the whole neon will go out from here.

When the security came back to his senses, he saw the young man walking in front of him and knocking on the window.

He opened the window, and just when he was about to refuse to talk, the young man reached out and held his hand very familiarly.

"Hi sir, my name is Bei Daoju."

"Oh, um... Nice to meet you, Mr. Bei Dao."

"But, you know, you can't let you in because this is..."

"Because this is Xinchaoshe!!! The best publishing house in Neon, all famous artists come from here!
It can be said to be the cradle of neon literary giants, right!
It's trendy! "

Bei Dao Kou's tone was full of reverence, which couldn't be faked, especially the yearning look in his eyes when he looked at the signboard.

This made the security guard a little unsure of what to do next.

But being said so, his waist is also a bit straighter.

"Yes... yes, Mr. Kitajima. But I still can't let you in."

"How? Recently?"

"Huh? It's been pretty good recently."

"This damn world."

"Yeah, this damn world."

Seeing that Bei Daoju didn't seem to have the intention of going in, the security guard breathed a sigh of relief, and then started cursing along with him.

The two quickly became acquainted.

It's a bit like an old friend reuniting. Although the security guard also feels a little baffled, he always feels that Bei Dao has an inexplicable affinity.

"Mr. Bei Dao, I noticed that you have been here for several days?"

"I didn't mean to inquire about your privacy. Of course, you don't have any problems there. I'm just curious."

"You must know that in this world, many young people cannot find a job, and many people will try some not-so-good ways to get something."

The security guard explained that after this conversation, he had a good impression of Bei Daoju.

The whole person is very talkative and well-educated. In him, the security guard felt a temperament that only those editors who sit in the office have.

Like a literati.

And for this age.

He didn't seem to be infected with the... decadence that is unique to this era?
It should be the word.

This is how I described it when I heard the editors chatting before.

The security guard felt that this word was very advanced, so he secretly wrote it down and used it in his conversations to show that he was working in Xinchao.

"I have been hesitating whether to contribute or not."

Kitajima Koma raised his head and looked at the words of Shinchosha: "I wrote something, and then waited to submit it at an appropriate time.

But I am a person, people who are familiar with me know that I have this temper, a little indecisive, so I am thinking, I don’t know if it is a good time, what do you think? "

It turned out to be a contribution.

But generally they choose to send by mail. It is rare for Mr. Bei Dao to stand at the door for several days in a row.

But Bei Dao can't help it either.

When he was reborn, he fell on the side of the road, a whole unlucky guy who drank and froze to death on the road.

It was only after selling all his belongings that he found a place to stay.

In this era after the bubble was burst, no high-end college students could find a job, let alone someone like him.

After thinking about it, I found such a way to go.

Then in this world where literature has not had any momentum, we should take the lead in getting rid of all the writers who originally appeared in the previous world.

Just treat it as something to eat.

The security guard thought about it.

"There seems to be no worse time than now, but there is no better time than now."

The security guard used another sentence that the editors had said.

"Then, since you are here to contribute, have you made an appointment with the editor?"

Then the security guard realized something.

This is a trendy place. From the looks of Bei Dao, he looks like a blank writer. Generally, no editor would take any invitation from such a writer.

After all, there are many people who want to reach the sky in one step.

But Mr. Bei Dao feels very good to himself, he is not the kind of person who is too ambitious, and he is also very polite when he speaks.

It's much better than those gnawing old people who just stay at home.

Even if what he wrote may not be very good, but at this time he has the idea to support himself, that is something to be encouraged.

Originally, he was a warm-hearted person, and he had a good chat with Bei Dao during this period of time.

After thinking about it, he said, "Mr. Bei Dao, if you can trust me, I will help you pass this manuscript in.

However, it may be submitted in the name of one of my distant relatives.

Although the success rate is not very high, I can guarantee that it will appear on the editor's desk

But before that, I have one thing to confirm. "

Hearing that the security guard was willing to help him, Bei Daoju was very happy.

It's not that he didn't consider other publishing houses, but after much deliberation, he still followed the new trend.

"Mr. Bei Dao, your work is pure literature, right? You know, we are pure literature here, not speculative novels that have become popular recently."

"Yes, pure literature."

Kitajima Koma responded with a smile.

"Then I'll trouble you."

"You're welcome. After all, I think you, Mr. Bei Dao, can become a writer."

"Thank you!"

At this moment, a gust of cold wind blows.

Sporadic snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Kitajima Koma tightened his coat and sighed.

"It's snowing."

"Yes, it's cold!"

(End of this chapter)