The next day, Kei Fujiwara went to a magazine that had been booked in advance.

He straightened his hair against the glass curtain wall of a café and walked in with a straight waist.

Twenty minutes later, he walked out with his back straight.

The reason for the rejection is very different from that of "Spring and Autumn Literary Awards", and it is nothing more than the fact that the social faction is not popular with readers.

Although he still affirms the story of Kei Fujiwara's first few chapters, there is also a more or less polite element in it.

Kei Fujiwara is also shrewd, and it seems that the resistance faced by a new author to publish a work that is ahead of his time is not ordinarily large.

So he is no longer stupid to make appointments with one publishing house a day, he made three appointments in one go last night, and plans to take turns visiting them today.

In addition, the distance between publishing houses is usually not too far, and most of the companies in Tokyo have formed industrial clusters, just as TV stations and production companies are concentrated in Minato-ku, and most of the publishing houses are concentrated in Chiyoda-ku.

In less than half an hour, Kei Fujiwara appeared at the door of another publishing house, this time chatting for a longer time, and this time the editor was a woman who seemed to have some interest in Kei Fujiwara's work.

She looked at it for a moment and said, "Fujiwara-kun, your work is very interesting, although I'm not sure if this book will be popular with readers...... But I personally like it. ”

The female editor read the first few chapters several times, "Is it a social reasoning?,It's really a niche theme.,But to be honest.,Fujiwara-kun, you're a rookie writer.,It's possible to come up with a new theme so rashly that you won't be able to pass the serialization meeting.,Have you considered changing the theme?" This book has removed some of the dark plots, and maybe it can be rewritten into a romance novel. ”

The publisher's fiction magazine, which has a predominantly female readership, made sense, but Fujiwara thought for a few seconds and then declined.

"I'm sorry, Miss Hanakyoin, but I'm not going to change the original writing route of this book."

"That's ......" The female editor looked at the manuscript in her hand and thought for a moment, "Fujiwara-kun, can I make a photocopy of your manuscript?" ”

"Of course, you can."

Kei Fujiwara agreed directly, he had already filed his work with the screenwriters' union, and he was not very worried about the theft of the work. The copyright protection is not usually strict, unless they want to get along in the industry to take this risk.

The female editor copied the first few chapters and outline of the manuscript, chatted with Fujiwara Kei a few more words, gave him a business card, and Fujiwara left her number on the copy and left, heading to the next place.

Kei Fujiwara returned to Asakawa Shoten, which is also a major publishing house.

After explaining his intention to the front desk, Kei Fujiwara waited for hours.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that a fat man came over, and after saying a few words to the front desk, he walked up to Fujiwara Kei and said, "I'm sorry Fujiwara-kun, I've kept you waiting for a long time, and I'm just having a serial meeting." ”

"It doesn't matter." Although I scolded this guy hundreds of times in my heart, I still had a smile on my face.

"Just hand over your work to me, if there are too many manuscripts, I will review them one by one."

"I'm sorry, I only have the original here, you can make a copy."

The fat editor directly stopped a female clerk and said, "Miss Kudo, please photocopy this gentleman's work and give it to me later." I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave. ”

After saying that, he walked away without looking back. The female clerk smiled and said to Fujiwara Kei, "Please come with me." ”

After making copies of the manuscript, the clerk took the copy, and Kei Fujiwara stuffed the leather bag into his backpack and walked out of the Asakawa bookstore.

As soon as he went out, the cold air drilled into his neck, and Kei Fujiwara's nose was a little itchy, so he sneezed a few times unscrupulously on the crowded street.

Pedestrians subconsciously stayed away from him, and only an old lady saw Fujiwara Kei's eyes light up and walked over: "Okay, do you believe that there are gods in this world?" Do you feel lonely right now? ”

Kei Fujiwara smiled and waved his hand at the missionary, then turned to leave, passing by a nightclub, when he saw the fat editor walking in with a group of people with a smile.

The nightclub, which seems to have been completed just a few months ago, was overcrowded within a few days of opening, with luxury cars and well-dressed men and women running around the club.

There was a male guest who was drunk and took out a large handful of bills directly from his arms and threw them around.

Seeing this picture in front of him, Fujiwara Kei felt a strong sense of unreality:

Didn't you say the Great Depression? Didn't it say that the economic bubble burst? What's going on in front of you?

In fact, the 90s were a place full of contradictions. On the one hand, the economic bubble bursts, businesses go bankrupt, employees are laid off, and graduates cannot find jobs, while on the other hand, the entertainment industry is growing at a high speed.

In addition to the development of the television and film art industry, even nightclubs and other entertainment venues have sprung up in Tokyo.

"Contradictory times, damn Tokyo ......"

Fujiwara Kei looked at the shiny English signboard at the nightclub and scolded with a smile.

At this moment, a drunken man casually threw an empty wine bottle in his hand towards the glowing signboard, and a glowing letter on the signboard was smashed, flashed a few times, and then extinguished.

……

It's Saturday in the blink of an eye, and Kei Fujiwara has also visited many publishing houses, but he has never received any positive answers.

It's not all because the social faction is not in line with the market, and it is extremely difficult for newcomers to make their debut without winning awards.

In this book, the more influential newcomer awards in the mystery novel category are nothing more than two awards: the Ranbu Award and the Horror Novel Award, but both of these awards have missed the final reception time.

So if you want to make your debut in the Rookie Award, you have to wait another year, but Kei Fujiwara doesn't want to waste another year.

Is it true that socialists have no way out in this world? Was I misjudged?

Kei Fujiwara said secretly in his heart.

He paced to the mystery novel area with a heavy heart, and the shelves were almost all declension works, and the mystery novels had almost all been fantastical, what the Ten Commandments of mystery novels, what "no magic can appear in mystery stories", it was like a fart in front of the mystery fiction writers of this era.

But it has to be said that this fantasy-style reasoning work has indeed attracted the disgust of some readers. When Kei Fujiwara uses the computer in the bookstore to browse forums, he often sees people complaining that "there are fewer and fewer original mystery works now" and "I don't want to watch superpower crimes and middle school criminals anymore".

Although the reader's words may not be fully believed, and there are many cases of honesty, it also sends a message that perhaps the world of mystery fiction needs to usher in a new twist.

Kei Fujiwara suddenly stopped and made up his mind in his heart.

Fujiwara Keikomi said: It's good to hold on a little longer, the declension has been popular for thirty or forty years, and its lifespan should come to an end.