Akizuki Takazo will never get hurt

Hearing the other party's address, Xiaosan's expression became a little more serious, he pursed his lips, and confirmed his identity in a solemn tone.

He is a person in the traditional publishing industry. This is the pen name he chose to use when he sent out his work. After removing the last "three" in his name, he named it "Qiu Yue Xiao".

"I am the editor of Shinchosha, Okumuragawa. You can call me Okuda. We are very interested in the work "Sinking Realm" contributed by Mr. Akizuki. I wonder if there is a chance to discuss it?"

The other party's spoken language was clear, neither humble nor overbearing, neither would make people feel rude, but did not make people feel much kindness, as if it was a routine... although it was indeed a routine.

The first person to contact him would be Xinchaoshe, Xiaosan was somewhat surprised in his heart.

Judging from Xiaosan's own personal preferences, he is more inclined to select the literary spring and autumn of the Akutagawa Award and the Naoki Award, but he did not expect that the person who contacted him first would be someone from Shinchosha.

As an age comparable to literature and art, but with a longer history, Shinchosha also has a very famous award in the industry, the Mishima Yukio Award known as "pure literature ascends the dragon's gate".

Unable to help his eyes move slightly, Xiao San hesitated.

"This year's Mishima Award has already been selected, even if it is handed over to Shinchosha, it will not be famous in a short time, but..."

People from Wenyi Chunqiu didn't come to contact him, which made Xiaosan couldn't help but want to defect to Xinchao Club. The sense of urgency in his heart made him unable to accept the feeling of being ignored.

Even after today, people from Wenyi Chunqiu are willing to contact Xiaosan, but if they contact Xiaosan's Xinchao Club in advance, they will give Xiaosan a feeling that they pay more attention to his feelings and ideas than Wenyi Chunqiu.

Sitting silently in his room, Xiao San hesitated.

And Okumuragawa was not in a hurry to ask Xiao San to give an answer, he sat quietly in his office, with the half-burned cigarette between his fingers, quietly waiting for the other party's answer.

As a publishing house with a long history and considerable industry status, he has enough confidence to believe that the other party chooses his own publishing house.

The other party is a very talented person, Okumuragawa thinks so.

Originally, when he saw that the author’s name was a newcomer who had never heard of it, Okumuragawa couldn’t help but feel a little tired and helpless in his heart, and used a working attitude to look through the messy posts from those newcomers who thought they had enough skills work.

Isn't it a common thing?

Young people, after reading those classic works, were infected by the melancholy mood, and under the turmoil of their hearts, they imitated the original works and submitted them to the publication with the arrogance and pride that young people often have. society.

Let those editors whose job it is to discover emerging writers, accept over and over again that kind of nonsense, except for gorgeous rhetoric, no connotation, and wrong words, constantly destroying their own spirit.

After all, there are very few real geniuses, and there are only those fools who think they are geniuses.

Perhaps, his words were a little more intense, but that's the truth, isn't it?

On that day, Okumuragawa didn't have any expectations, but according to the usual practice, he was going to flip through it casually, and then give a comment, as an encouragement for newcomers, and then type this work back.

But after opening the work, his attention was gradually attracted by the work, and he was shocked by the emotional tone and content of the work.

If it is a shocking work, it is definitely not enough, but it is enough to be called a rare masterpiece.

After carefully reviewing it, I confirmed the style of writing and the habit of using words. It was not some big guy in a small waistcoat who took the initiative to contact the other party, that is, Xiaosan.

"Before I answer Mr. Okuda, I would like to ask a question."

Xiaosan did not rush to make a choice, but raised a question.

"Please say."

Okumuragawa sat in his room, took a light puff of the cigarette in his hand, and waited for Xiaosan's question.

After deliberating his words, Xiao San took a deep breath and asked the doubts in his heart.

"Can my work win an award?"

call--

Okumuragawa didn't feel so surprised when he breathed out the smoke from his mouth and lungs, as long as he was a talented person, no one would not be interested in the awards, if there were, those people could only be said to be simple weirdos up.

Secularity is an unavoidable thing.

Most of the people living in this world are ordinary people.

The word sage, or this existence.

It is too far away from them.

After thinking carefully, Okumuragawa closed his eyes, thought carefully, and then gave an affirmative answer.

"Honestly, it's hard."

"Is there a chance?"

Hearing Xiaosan's question, he couldn't help lowering his voice a little, but the corners of Okumuragawa's mouth turned up slightly.

"Of course, there must be an opportunity, but I don't know if Mr. Qiuyue is willing to seize it."

Xiaosan is not a fool, he naturally understood the meaning of Okumuragawa's words, sitting in the room, his index finger tapping the desk could not help but pause, and took a deep breath.

"Where do we meet?"

"Let's meet at Sanchome in Shinjuku, there's a nice cafe there."

"when."

"Tomorrow at four o'clock."

"Ah."

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Chapter 219 Let me set up this flag first, see if it is so big!

Transactions between adults are always full of dirty money, or the atmosphere of power.

No one will do things that are not beneficial to themselves. Whether it is Xiaosan or the editor Okumuragawa, both of them have seen their own hope in each other, so it is possible to meet each other. In order to realize respective goals...

"Xiaosan, for today, shall we go to your house?"

Sitting on the tram, Yan Ye hesitated for a moment, looked at Xiaosan in front of him and asked.

According to the usual practice, Ruyi should not come to contact Xiaosan today, but for Yan Ye, it is a good opportunity to be alone with Xiaosan, she is looking forward to the time with Xiaosan.

But Xiaosan, who was sitting on the tram, couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then looked at Yan Ye beside him.

"By the way, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you. I have a very important matter to deal with today. I may not be able to go back with you."

Yan Ye was a little surprised, looking at Xiaosan with a candid expression, she could tell that she shouldn't be going to meet Ruyi.

"Work?"

Knowing that Xiaosan is writing a book, and knowing that Xiaosan seems to have been worrying about one thing recently, Yan Ye can't help thinking of those things.

"Ang, that's right, so I'm sorry today."

"It's okay, speaking of it, it's been a while since I haven't been with Gui Xin properly."

Regarding Xiaosan being unable to be with him because of work, Yan Ye showed considerable understanding and did not stop Xiaosan.

Unlike other girls, although she is not too old, she still has a deep attachment to Xiaosan, but her vision is farther-sighted than many girls of the same age, and she knows what is the most important thing in life. important.

As for Xiaosan, who is fighting for this, she has no idea that she has any reason to stop the other party and keep Xiaosan by her side.

"It's great that you can understand. If there is no problem in meeting today, it will probably be of great help to me in the future."

Xiaosan didn't tell the girl in front of him about the award or the publication, not because he wanted to hide it, but before the final decision was made, he felt that there was no need to say these things.

If it becomes a flag, if it is not achieved, it will be too shameful to wait until later.

When Xiaosan finished speaking, the tram also arrived at the stop, and Yan Ye was about to get off, she smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, looked at Xiaosan in front of her softly, and did the only thing she could do.

"Come on."

"Ah."

When Yan Ye left the tram, Xiao San took a deep breath and bit his lips slightly.

He was a little, a little nervous.

Back at his home, after changing his clothes, Xiao San simply sorted out his image, and before Sagiri came to disturb him, he left the house and headed for the agreed place... ..

When I went out, it was after three o'clock in the afternoon, and when I got home, it was already after six o'clock in the evening.

I talked a lot with that Mr. Okumuragawa, and we also had a mutual confrontation. In the end, the two reached an agreement to some extent, and let Xiaosan choose to publish his work in Xinchaosha.

Okumuragawa helped Xiaosan build momentum, and incidentally used his accumulated popularity to win the Mishima Award, while he needed to borrow Xiaosan's popularity and achievements to help him make further progress in the club.

Recalling the time when I sat in the coffee shop with that middle-aged man who looked a little fat but had a deep literary temperament.

"Is there no problem just relying on my work? Will other editors have no objection?"

His deep brows raised slightly, like caterpillars. The man in the brown beret just smiled at Xiaosan's doubts, picked up his coffee and took a sip.

"I have been working in the editorial department for many years, and my qualifications are enough, but I have never had the right credit. Now, the credit has appeared."

"Just like that?"

Putting down the coffee in his hand, Okumuragawa looked at Xiao San who was sitting opposite him, who seemed to be a little puzzled, and smiled.

"Since they have already signed the contract, it's not impossible to tell you. In terms of the industry, it is very rare for an outstanding work to appear, and...my surname is Okumura."

Xiaosan couldn't help frowning slightly, looking at the man opposite, he understood, but didn't quite understand.

The other party didn't explain anything, stood up with a smile, bid farewell to Xiaosan and left.

Xiaosan, who was sitting in the living room, stood up involuntarily, went back to his room, turned on his own computer, and searched.

"Okumura...it should be this Okumura."

Enter the other party's surname, and then search, and the search results line by line appear in front of Xiaosan, he can't help but frown slightly, and look through it carefully.

The most results are probably the Okumura Kuniwa of the seemingly well-known large food manufacturer.

"Could it be...they are related."

Looking carefully at the photo of Kuniwa Okumura, and then the figure of Okumuragawa appeared in his mind, comparing the two.

I don't know if it's because of the illusion. I always feel that the two are not very similar, but they are inexplicably similar. He is a little confused about the situation.

Simply closing the browser, sitting in his room, he gave up his thinking.

"What is the identity of the other party has nothing to do with me at all, as long as it can help me win the award, everything else is trivial, and it doesn't matter. It is best to have a relationship with that Okumura Kuniwa. If not, it will also affect Nothing."

Winning awards, becoming a new generation of literary giants, and earning enough royalties are Xiaosan's current goals.

Maybe proving yourself is a goal, but the most important thing is, yes, money!

"Based on the speed of the traditional publishing industry, it should not be launched soon. Moreover, he still has to compete for the Mishima Award. That guy Okumuragawa will definitely need some preparations."

It’s just June and July is about to enter, and there’s still a long way to go before the next Mishima Awards selection. It’s best to publish things around November in the second half of the year. choose.

It takes three or four months to ferment, and then use the contacts that Okumuragawa himself said to win awards.

As long as nothing goes wrong, he'll be fine.

His eyes moved slightly, and the corner of Xiaosan's mouth couldn't help revealing a smile. Even though he hadn't succeeded yet, he was almost half successful now. All he needed was to wait.

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Mingming woke up at two o'clock in the morning yesterday, stayed up until eight o'clock in the night and fell asleep, and finally woke up at one o'clock in the morning.

Discomfort, feeling like I lost sleep.

Chapter 220 Hair is often the most important clue

After finishing the matter of his own publishing, Xiaosan's life also temporarily returned to peace.

"Qiuyue-jun, is it really okay? Are you not worried that classmate Gui will be angry?"

In the library, Yuika Koga, who was arranging the books, looked at Xiao San, who was standing not far from her, pushing the cart, and tidying the bookshelves for her along the way, with a sly look in his eyes.

Xiaosan, who didn't notice this, shook his head lightly, casually put the books in his hands on those bookshelves, and then labeled them.

"Anyway, I was just sitting in the calligraphy club to pass the time, and since it's Yuika who asked for help, I can't just sit idly by."

Originally, Yan Ye wanted to come along and help Weihua sort out the library together with Xiaosan, but Weihua refused with various reasons. Yan Ye is not the kind of strong personality, and he has nothing to do with it. Method.

He could only watch Weihua take Xiaosan's hand and leave the classroom directly.

The only thing Xiaosan could do was to tell Yan Ye with his eyes, so that she could feel at ease.

With the heavy ink and the faint smell of dust flowing, the two of them were alone in the silent library, Xiaosan wanted to get away from Yan Ye for a while, and get his own respite.

As for Koga Yuika, when she was arranging the bookshelves, she glanced at Xiao San beside her from time to time.

"This is a mistake with this."