The phone on Itagaki Kazuhiko's desk rang, and he quickly picked it up: "Yes, yes, are you coming, okay, I'll go down." ”

Chief editor Kawaguchi stood behind Kazuhiko Itagaki at this time and said, "Is it Fujiwara-sensei?" ”

"Yes, Minister."

"Take him for a casual tour and come directly to my office."

"Yes."

Shimada looked at his colleague in surprise, and even the minister ......

Who is this Fujiwara-sensei?

"Could it be Ryosaku Fujiwara?" Yohei Kikuchi scratched his head and muttered.

Fujiwara Ryosaku is a big senior in the literary world, and he won the Akutagawa Prize, but it seems that he writes pure literature, and it doesn't seem to match the style of the magazine.

After a while, Kazuhiko Itagaki led a man up, with his back to Shimada and them, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

But what is certain is that this is a young man, not a teacher of Fujiwara Ryosaku, who is in his fifties this year.

The two went straight into the minister's office, and after a while, the female assistant also walked in, and when she came out, Shimada stopped her.

"Miss Sakata, I want to ask, who is that teacher?"

The female assistant shook her head: "I haven't seen it, it's a raw face, very young." ”

Raw faces? Very young? Shimada frowned.

"But the minister seems to be taking this young man very seriously." The female assistant said again.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because the minister deliberately instructed me to soak his cherished red robe."

Shimada was stunned, he knew that there were many hospitality teas in Kawaguchi Shin's office, which were divided into several grades.

You've done something wrong, and it's a grade to invite you to tea;

The average author and the average editor are a notch;

Famous authors and editors who have made great contributions are another notch.

Top authors and bosses are the most upscale.

And the red robe is the highest grade, which shows that the minister attaches great importance to this writer.

"Who the hell is it......" Shimada muttered.

After a long while, in the office, Fujiwara Kei stood up and shook the hand of Kawaguchi's editorial director.

Kawaguchi said, "Fujiwara-sensei, then we have a good cooperation. ”

"Definitely, I feel very honored to be able to contribute to the Spring and Autumn Society."

"By the way, Mr. Kawaguchi, I have one more request."

"Please."

Fujiwara Kei thought for a moment and said, "I don't want to use my real name to publish my work, I want to use a pen name." ”

"Oh?" Kawaguchi is not particularly surprised, as pseudonyms are a common practice for many writers. But the vast majority of writers use their real names, writers are very respected in the book, and most of the authors are eager to tattoo the words "I am a writer" on their faces, and no one thinks about hiding their identities or anything.

"Because I'm about to go to work for a company, I don't want my colleagues to know that I'm writing a novel......"

"Isn't Fujiwara-kun going to be a full-time writer?"

Kei Fujiwara smiled: "There is such an idea, but it also depends on how the final sales of the book are." I'm about to graduate, so it's safest to find a job that suits my major. ”

Kawaguchi Nobu was stunned: "Is Fujiwara-kun still a student at school?" ”

"Yes, I'm a student at Tokyo University of Literature and Arts."

Nobu Kawaguchi glanced at Kei Fujiwara in disbelief, thinking that a person who could write a work like "White Night Walking" should be thirty years old no matter how young he is, and he can only write with a certain amount of social experience and perception.

I thought it was tender, but I didn't expect it to be really young.

It stands to reason that if you don't work full-time, it means that the serialization is unstable, but Kei Fujiwara has already submitted the full draft of "White Night Walking", so there is nothing either.

"No problem, what name is Fujiwara-kun going to come up with?"

Fujiwara Kei had already thought about it and said, "Let's call it Sima Keita." ”

Such a somewhat Chinese-style name can be regarded as a tribute to the previous life.

"No problem." Kawaguchi Nobu smiled, turning his head to look at Kazuhiko Itagaki, "Itagaki-kun, go and take Fujiwara-kun to dinner, Fujiwara-kun can eat whatever you want, give you a sufficient budget." ”

"Oh, you're welcome, I'm ......"

Itagaki Kazuhiko patted Kei Fujiwara on the shoulder, "Don't shirk, after the serialization is confirmed, the editor invites the author to eat It has been the default rules." ”

"It's better to be respectful than to obey." Kei Fujiwara said with a smile, it's been a long time since I've eaten barbecue......

After confirming the details of the serial again, Kawaguchi said: "The first manuscript fee will be credited to your account within two working days, pay attention to checking." ”

"Okay, thank you."

Kazuhiko Itagaki took Kei Fujiwara out of the minister's office, and he was also very happy, firstly, he helped "White Night Walking" get serialized, and secondly, the editor took the author out to dinner, and he could also have a hearty meal, anyway, he could be reimbursed, and he could fish to his heart's content.

So when Kei Fujiwara subconsciously refused just now, he was resolutely opposed!

As he walked out of the office door, Shimada quickly looked up to see who the young author was, which made the minister look at him.

But when he and Kei Fujiwara looked at each other, they couldn't help but be stunned.

Is it this arrogant guy?

Of course, Shimada had an impression of him, and that day at the beef don shop, the young author returned his business card to him while saying harsh words, and he was so arrogant that he was deeply impressed.

Kei Fujiwara met Shimada's gaze, stood still, and looked at him.

The two looked at each other for four or five seconds, and Shimada couldn't stand it at first, and subconsciously avoided his gaze.

However, when he made this knee-jerk reaction, he regretted it again. Isn't that a confession?

So he glared back again, but Kei Fujiwara had already left with a smile and Kazuhiko Itagaki with a smile.

"Hey, Shimada, this kid isn't ......" Yohei Kikuchi also recognized Kei Fujiwara and stabbed Kei Fujiwara in the back and said.

"Right...... This guy and Itagaki ...... How did these two people come to know? ”

"I don't know, this kid Itagaki still likes to dig up the author in the corners." Yohei Kikuchi smiled, "This author seems to be writing about social reasoning, right?" ”

"Yes."

"The layout of "Spring and Autumn Literary Awards" will not be given to a newcomer, I heard that it seems to be arranged in a supplement." Assistant Miss Sakata said suddenly.

"Really?" Shimada hurriedly confirmed.

"Of course it's true." Miss Sakata said, "I heard it with my own ears. ”

"Well......" Shimada was a little relieved, and the sales volume of the supplement was far worse than that of this magazine, and it could not form a real competition with them.

And as far as he knows, the supplement has been published for a year, and the highest sales of a single book of novels serialized on it are 80,000 copies, which is really not a concern.

Shimada continued to comfort himself in his heart, and the feeling of uneasiness and anxiety in his heart gradually disappeared.

At this time, he remembered what he said not long ago when Kei Fujiwara pressed his business card on the table in that beef restaurant:

"Perhaps, we'll meet again."

"We're really meeting again, but so what? Can you still break sales records? Shimada muttered.