Fujiwara Kei was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "You misunderstood, this is a screenwriting contract, not a contract, and I plan to write a script for Fukuyamadai."

Kazuhiko Itagaki was even more anxious: "Are you going to transform into a screenwriter? You...... Aren't you going to keep writing?"

Kei Fujiwara didn't plan to give up his role as a writer, "Of course I write, but I also want to get involved in the field of screenwriting. After all, it's fun to see your characters come to life, Mr. Itagaki you should be able to understand that, right?"

Kei Fujiwara continued, "And the contract I signed with Fukuyamadai is quite special, although I write the script for them, but the copyright of the script belongs to me. The script can also be adapted in the future."

In other words, writing the script is also creating, and Kazuhiko Itagaki relieved himself: "I see, you want to ask a lawyer who is well-versed in copyright law to help you see if there are any text traps or something like that?" Don't worry, our lawyers are definitely in the first tier in Tokyo when it comes to copyright. There's no word trap he can't see."

Fujiwara Kei smiled, "Then please, when can I ......?"

"Now, do you want me to bring the legal counsel to you?" Now Fujiwara Kei is the fragrant bait of the Spring and Autumn Society, so he must serve it well.

"Oh, no, I'll go directly to the Spring and Autumn Club, I'm sorry, I'm delaying you from work."

"It doesn't matter, how can there be employees who leave work on time."

Kei Fujiwara, who used to be a senior social animal, hung up the phone with a helpless and sympathetic smile, and Kei Fujiwara drove directly through Minato Ward to Chiyoda Ward.

Kei Fujiwara walked into the Spring and Autumn Society building, and the security guard at the door was already familiar with him, and greeted him with a smile.

After walking into the building, after the front desk lady saw him, she also quickly got up and bowed her luggage, now Fujiwara Kei is the top brand of the Spring and Autumn Society, but he can't be lazy.

Kazuhiko Itagaki was already waiting in the reception room, and when he saw Kei Fujiwara coming, he called someone from the legal department to come down, and after a while, a middle-aged legal counsel came down, picked up Kei Fujiwara's contract and went through it seriously, put down the contract and said, "There is no problem."

"Then I'll be relieved, thank you."

"You're welcome." The legal counsel stood up, hesitated, and said, "By the way, Fujiwara-sensei, can you sign my name?"

"Absolutely."

The in-house counsel took out a hardcover version of "White Night Walking", on which Kei Fujiwara signed the four characters of Keita Sima.

After reading the contract, Kazuhiko Itagaki and Kei Fujiwara walked out of the Spring and Autumn Club building together, and Kei Fujiwara said, "Mr. Itagaki, I'll drive a car and give you a ride."

"Okay, thank you very much."

Kazuhiko Itagaki sat in the passenger seat, still holding a thick brown paper bag in his hand, and when he was on the way, he took out a wad of paper from the paper bag, which looked like a manuscript, and looked at it.

"Have you received any good manuscripts lately? Mr. Itagaki." Kei Fujiwara asked casually.

"It's good to have it, but it's rare to be a bestseller." Kazuhiko Itagaki said, "However, during this time, there has been a noticeable increase in the number of social submissions, probably due to the influence of White Night Walking, and we have received many letters, and many readers hope that more social ...... will be published in the magazine."

Kazuhiko Itagaki smiled and said, "Fujiwara-kun, do you remember what you told me when you first handed me the manuscript of "White Night Walking"?"

Fujiwara smiled, "I don't remember exactly."

"You say, the social faction will definitely become popular. The reason why no one watched the social school at that time was that there was a lack of a good work, and "White Night Walking" was such a work." Kazuhiko Itagaki sighed with emotion, "To tell you the truth, at the beginning, I only thought that you were a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, but now it seems that your original assertion has come true. "White Night Walking" has led to the popularity of new genres, and social reasoning may be the trend of the times for a long time to come."

"No one genre should be the absolute mainstream, and a healthy cultural environment must be diverse." Keido Fujiwara.

"Fujiwara-kun, do you have any plans for your next work now? Are you going to write about the social pie in the next part?" Kazuhiko Itagaki

Asked.

"I've been working on it lately, but the next one doesn't have to be a social reasoning."

Of course, Kazuhiko Itagaki thinks that Kei Fujiwara is famous for writing about social factions, and it is best to strike while the iron is hot in the next work, but it is not good to interfere too much with Kei Fujiwara's creation, and wait for the outline of his next book to be written.

Fujiwara Kei sent Itagaki Kazuhiko home, and Itagaki Kazuhiko invited him to eat at home, Fujiwara Kei originally declined, but under Itagaki Kazuhiko's kindness, he still agreed.

The two went upstairs, and Mrs. Itagaki was also very happy when she saw Kei Fujiwara, thanks to "White Night Walking", the family's 30-year mortgage was finally paid off early.

After the meal, the two drank tea and chatted. Talking about the Akutagawa Prize, which has been very much a horse and an empty wheel recently, at this time, Fujiwara Kei saw the manuscript placed casually on the coffee table, glanced at it a few times, and Itagaki Kazuhiko smiled and said, "Fujiwara-kun, these are all newcomer works, how about the level?"

Kei Fujiwara picked it up casually and looked at it, but it didn't take ten minutes for him to frown.

"It doesn't look good." Itagaki Kazuhiko Road.

"It's very average, indeed." Kei Fujiwara said, "It has not reached the level of publication and serialization......

After that, I read a few more manuscripts, but the level was almost the same, and I suddenly felt a little puzzled: "Is the level of newcomers so poor now?"

Kazuhiko Itagaki couldn't help but glance at him, this is the normal level of a newcomer Okay, your situation belongs to a big outlier that may not have one in a hundred years! Do you really think anyone can *** seat on the super blockbuster plus get the Naoki Award?

"It's true that it's not at the level of serialization...... But these are not magazine submissions, but introductory exams."

"Exam?"

"Yes, the Spring and Autumn Society has held a writing workshop, which specializes in cultivating authors, and the people who can enter this workshop are people with literary skills. It mainly recruits students from new contributors and literary clubs of some universities. There is a threshold for the workshop, and people must reach a certain level to enter the class, so everyone who signs up will write a short story, and we will choose from it."

"By the way, Fujiwara-kun, if you have time, would it be convenient for you to come to the workshop and give a lecture? I can say something about your writing experience that may be helpful to those who are new."

"Yes, when?"

"Every Friday and Saturday at seven o'clock in the evening."

Kei Fujiwara nodded, "If necessary, let me know in advance."

That night, Kei Fujiwara and Kazuhiko Itagaki were drinking, and they reviewed the manuscript until late, and selected a few articles from a bunch of newcomer submissions that were of a good level, although they still did not reach the level of publication serialization, but they could see that they had potential, and they might be able to get good results if they were cultivated.

One of the manuscripts impressed Fujiwara Kei relatively deeply, the author is from the Literature Department of Tokyo University of Literature and Art, the writing is very delicate, and the psychological portrayal of the characters is very high, but he is not very good at arranging the plot.

The name is "Afterimage under the Streetlight", and the author's name is Nanako Toshikata, and Kei Fujiwara feels that the name is somewhat familiar.