Kei Fujiwara sat on the subway, and just now Shimada-like words kept echoing in his ears, and a sense of humiliation came to his heart, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.

But soon, it was loosened again.

Before making actual achievements, any majestic rhetoric and any fierce emotions are meaningless, and will only become the talk and laughing stock of others.

"Wait......"

After getting off the train from Ueno Station, Kei Fujiwara trotted all the way and came to an Ono bookstore out of breath.

There are very few customers in the bookstore, and it usually doesn't get more until about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, when the nearby junior high school and elementary school have already finished school, but most of them are minors standing and reading comics, and it is good to have one of the five people willing to spend money to buy it.

The latest pornographic magazines and best-selling comic book singles are prominently displayed in front of the window to attract passers-by.

A golden beckoning cat is facing the double glass doors of the bookstore, beckoning its right hand incessantly. An eggplant is painted on the belly of the beckoning cat, symbolizing "the realization of ideals and dreams"; The claws of the beckoning cat are held high above the top, symbolizing "the happiness that summons from afar".

As soon as the Fujiwara pushed open the door, they heard a quarrel coming from inside.

"What do you mean? With so many books in your bookstore, how do I know where the books I want are? ”

"There are indexes on the shelves, don't you know how to read them yourself?"

"You guy give me a good attitude! Are you a seller or am I a seller? ”

"I only know where the pornographic magazines and comics are, I don't know anything else, you can either find it yourself or wait for my administrator to come to work to find it. I'm not going to move my precious buttocks for a man. ”

"Damn!" A middle-aged man who looked like an intellectual slammed the counter angrily, "You guy is doing this business, and your bookstore deserves to go out of business!" ”

The long-haired man sitting behind the counter casually chewed on the delicious bar and said, "Yes, borrow your auspicious words." ”

"I'm really sorry!" Fujiwara Kei hurriedly rushed forward to apologize, showing his spirit of craftsmanship, "I'm the administrator, please tell me what book you are looking for." ”

"I'm not buying it! This kind of broken bookstore should be burned down! The male guest was so angry that he grabbed his bag and left.

The long-haired man didn't even raise his head: "This is a terrifying remark, a guy like you is a stupid criminal who releases a crime notice in advance in a mystery novel, hey, Fujiwara, should we call the police?" ”

Fujiwara Kei followed the male guest all the way to the door, and scolded Nagaharu Ohno in his heart for being a bastard, you are a young owner who has no worries about food and clothing, of course, you don't care about business, but book sales are linked to my performance!

"I'm really sorry, I don't know how to express my apologies, just think I'm quibbling, please listen to my explanation, the reason why that man is like this is understandable......"

The male guest slowed down, glanced back at the long-haired man, and asked, "What is the reason?" ”

Because he ...... "Wipe Nagaji Ohno's ass, Fujiwara Kei is already very familiar with it, and he has a ready-made belly draft in his stomach," he lost his job, the company laid off employees, his girlfriend ran away with other men with his savings, and his career and love were lost. When a man reaches the age of twenty-seven or eighteen, when his fighting spirit is high, he suddenly becomes nothing, and that kind of feeling ......"

The male guest's eyes suddenly filled with sympathy when he looked at Nagaharu Ohno, and now that the economy is in a recession, this kind of thing has become the norm in society, and it is not uncommon. He is also a man, of course, he can fully understand this bitterness, and his anger suddenly disappeared by half.

"Okay...... Since this is not incomprehensible......" The guest sighed, but immediately raised his voice: "But men can't live depressed all the time, and finding a way to regain their strength and take back what they have lost is the attitude that men should have in the face of life!" Can't let foreigners look down on him! ”

"You're right, I'll relay your words to him, I hope it will inspire him."

"Please do it." The guest said, taking out a piece of paper from his purse, "This is my list of books to buy, do you have any of them?" ”

Fujiwara Kei took the book list, glanced up and down, and said, "Most of them are available, but the last two books are not in stock, but we have channels and need to transfer them from the library, can you wait for three or five days?" ”

The guest nodded: "Yes, but can it be delivered to your door then?" ”

There are a total of forty or fifty books on the book list, and some of the books are very expensive, which is a big order, and I immediately agreed: "No problem, please leave it to us." ”

The middle-aged man paid the deposit, and before leaving, he deliberately walked up to Ohno Nagaji, knocked on the table and said, "Hey, boy, cheer up!" ”

After saying that, he made a cheering gesture and left.

Ohno Nagaji looked back at the back of the guest and said with a sigh: "The pathetic middle-aged man, who is estimated to have been made insane by the Great Depression, is talking nonsense. If I had committed suicide at his age, I would never have lived a second longer. ”

"Ohno-kun, he doesn't seem to be much older than you."

Ohno Nagaji rolled his head and rolled his eyes: "Fujiwara-kun, instigating suicide is a crime. ”

Kei Fujiwara casually put the paper bag containing the manuscript behind the counter, and Nagaharu Ohno saw it and showed an undersized smile: "What, I was rejected again?" ”

"Hmm."

Ohno, this guy is simply openly ridiculed, even a generous person like Kei Fujiwara is more or less unhappy.

Nagaharu Ohno held the comic book and looked extremely happy: "I just said, how can it be so easy to be a writer, debut is just the first step, you have gone so hard, even if you make your debut, the book will be unsalable." Give up and don't waste time. ”

"I'm not going to give up." "It's to be expected to be frustrated, but if things go too smoothly, I'll lose interest." ”

Nagaharu Ohno covered the lower half of his face with a comic book, and said in a leisurely tone: "I knew you would say that, it's really like it......"

"Like what?"

"Like a friend of mine." Ohno Nagaji said, "I thought I had talent, but I spent a lot of time on illusory dreams that were impossible, missed the truly precious things in life, and ended up with nothing." ”

"Actually, I'm for your good, ten years later, you will definitely regret not listening to me today, the so-called dream is just a beautiful woman conjured up by a tanuki...... Forget it, I won't talk about it, you definitely won't give up until you see a beautiful woman showing her tanuki tail. ”

Nagaharu Ohno turned his back to Kei Fujiwara and stopped looking at him, and the sound of comic book paper constantly flipping could be heard in the air.

Kei Fujiwara ignored him, walked around the library area, and when he saw books that were out of stock, he recorded them and put the books that had been placed haphazardly back in their original places. Some of the books had already been curled up by the guests, and Kei Fujiwara sealed them up - no more reading! I'm not a library!

While passing by the area of mystery novels, Kei Fujiwara subconsciously stopped and looked.

The best-selling mystery novel writers right now are Ikema Watanabe, Mika Miyano, Ryuichi Hattori and others, and these people are without exception the Benge School and the New Benge School.

The king of sales in the past two years should be Watanabe Ikema, whose new book "Aurora Murder" was released in October last year, and as of this Monday, less than half a year, has sold 450,000 copies.

In this book, 50,000 copies are already among the bestsellers, and 450,000 copies are super bestsellers, and the momentum is still unabated, and it should not be a problem to sell close to one million copies a year.

In the cultural industry, writers are an extremely lucrative industry.

First of all, because the copyright protection of the book is very strict, piracy is almost extinct here. The concept of supporting genuine is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people here, even far beyond Europe and the United States.

The second is that the cultural atmosphere of the book is strong, their literacy campaign started very early, the per capita education level is relatively high, and there are not a few people who love to read and buy books.

Compared with writers, the income of actors and artists in Chinese mainland is low, and the income of well-known artists and well-known writers is simply not on the same level, which is just the opposite of the situation in Chinese mainland.

But it is precisely because of this that there are many young people who want to become writers in the whole country, and writing training courses held by various publishing houses are also blooming everywhere, but there are very few people who actually become writers, and even fewer people who become best-selling writers.

"Fujiwara-kun, how many publishing houses have you run now?" Ohno Nagaji suddenly asked.

"Three." Kei Fujiwara said.

"Are you really going to ask from house to house?"

"Of course, there are so many publishing houses in Tokyo, and I will go to each of them. If it doesn't work once, I'll go twice. If the publishing houses in Tokyo don't have a vision, I'll go all over the Kanto, and I've heard that there are good publishing houses in Gunma as well. If Kanto doesn't work either, I'll go to Kansai. Osaka's cultural industry should not be underestimated. If the whole book doesn't wait to see me, I'll think about writing a second book and repeat the process again. ”

Nagaharu Ohno was silent for a while, then he looked at Kei Fujiwara and said word by word: "You will definitely fail, don't blame me for not reminding you." ”

After saying that, as if he was sulking, he slammed the comic book on the counter and walked out of the bookstore.