"Good morning, second teacher."

The manager of Minglun Bookstore, Minglun Yoshihiro, quickly said hello when he saw the visitor, and the reason why he also called Futami Jirai a teacher was not only because of his identity as a critic, but also because this old gentleman's job was a professor of literature at the Faculty of Literature at the University of Tokyo, and he was a serious teacher.

"Well, good morning, manager." The teacher nodded, neither enthusiastic nor cold, and did not enter the store.

The boss was puzzled when he saw that this respected customer did not speak or enter the store, but just stood at the door like a prosecutor, but as the heir to the hereditary bookstore, he met the writer Osamu Dazai in his mother's arms when he was two years old, and the man who had been watered by the aura at close range, the store manager of Minglun thought that he knew a lot about literati writers.

Mr. Furami must be thinking about something important, such as the difference between today and yesterday. It's better not to disturb him, and be careful to let the teacher's inspiration dissipate because of his own recklessness.

So the store manager nodded politely to the heavyweight customer, and began to instruct the store staff to set up the posters again.

The most important thing in running a store is to give customers the first impression, if a bookstore looks cluttered from the outside, then customers who like books and love to read will definitely avoid it, so how to decorate the store has become a top priority. In addition to keeping the store as a whole fresh, and attracting customers through posters of books and CDs, employees who have mastered this skill will become the store manager's favorite.

Therefore, even though Miss Yuriko has asked at least a hundred times "when will Hojo-sensei's new book be delivered", the store manager Minglun still smiled mildly and replied with one sentence:

"It's up to Yuriko to see if Hojo-sensei's new work can sell well, so be sure to put the poster in the most eye-catching position! If the number of customers exceeds my expectations, I will make additional orders to the publisher. As you know, if you purchase more than 3,000 copies, you will be able to receive promotional materials from the publisher, and Yuriko will be able to participate in the lottery to receive a gift from Hojo-sensei. ”

Knock a whip and hang a carrot in front at the same time, the store manager knows the way of experience. Well, neon's reservation system can be said to have penetrated into all corners of society, especially bookstores. Bookstores are not only a place to sell books, but they are also part of a vast sales network, where tickets for concerts and baseball games are booked, albums are sold, and new magazines are mailed to customers......

"Alas, time flies so slowly." The clerk sighed and carefully adjusted the angle of the poster stand.

The street where the bookstore is located runs north-south, so be careful about the sun's rays, and if you disturb passers-by because of the reflection of the poster, not only will they not be allowed to enter the bookstore, but it may also cause dissatisfaction with the books on the poster and the loss of potential customers. At the same time, there can't be no light at all, otherwise the poster will not be eye-catching enough, this is a university question!

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one, the clerk updated the books on the recommended bookshelf facing the door of the store, removed the books that were not hot enough, put the books that she thought were good and the Internet ratings surged, and then put many eye-catching labels.

Of course, the most eye-catching of them is the poster standing next to the bookshelf.

The poster is a realistic painting, and in the gray room, only a faint light shines in from the window, like moonlight and cloudy light. The light was spread on the ground, revealing a man bound in a quilt, a somewhat fat man, with something stuffed in his mouth, and a look of panic and despair.

The other man stood in the darkness in the middle of the room, unable to see his face clearly, except for a well-proportioned man in a very elaborate black suit. An upper rope hung from the ceiling, and the man raised his hand to gently caress the ring of the rope, and the shirt cuffs were pinned with shiny cuffs at the exposed wrists.

The bottom row of bold bold letters: "The Devotion of Suspect X" author Kyosuke Hojo's new work "The Dream and Death of Writer K", will be on the shelves on 4/23, so stay tuned.

"Indeed, time flies too slowly."

Standing at the door for a long time, the second view of the fact that he was about to turn into an ornament suddenly spoke.

The store manager Minglun was taken aback, and quickly turned around and asked what happened with his eyes.

"Mr. Storekeeper, hasn't this book arrived yet?"

Mr. Futami asked, pointing to the poster.

"Ah, yes, the publishing house said that it will start shipping to various places tomorrow, and our store should be able to get it at noon tomorrow." This is Tokyo, which will always be at the forefront of the country.

The store manager Minglun replied, and he realized that the teacher was standing at the door looking at the poster, and then he added:

"Even this poster was delivered this morning, and it is said that it was completed yesterday."

"It's perfect."

The second sight also let out a sigh of admiration.

"Yes, I'm also looking forward to Hojo-sensei's new book." Store manager Minglun nodded in agreement.

"I mean this poster."

Futami shook his head and continued:

"With this poster alone, I was willing to go into a bookstore and pull out a bill for the book. Today's publishers are really terrible, and they have a complete grasp of the psychology of their customers. ”

"Huh? It's really rare that the second teacher would be interested in a poster. ”

The store manager Minglun was surprised, knowing that this gentleman had criticized some books for using pornographic covers to attract readers, and several times scolded some new generation writers and idols who made money by publishing books in newspapers and TV programs. It's amazing that this poster has such a high evaluation now.

"Go to the "Aesthetics", "Oriental Aesthetics", "Principles of Aesthetics" ...... If you read these books once, you probably have a 10% chance of understanding me. ”

The second saw that Jilai also said the names of more than a dozen books freely, and Ming Lun Yibo was dizzy when he heard it. Why, isn't it just a poster, and now the threshold for being an audience is so high?

He did think that the poster of Hojo-sensei's new work was very good, but he did not expect to hear such praise from this harsh critic.

Fortunately, the second teacher can still distinguish between real life and literary criticism, and his words are far from being as sharp as in newspapers and magazines, after all, the store manager has a good relationship with him, and every time he wants to find any books and materials, he will actively help contact, and the two sides can say that they have been friends for more than ten years (counting the last generation of store managers Ming Lun), so the second sight shared his feelings very kindly:

"You see, as the only light in the whole painting, it is like a fat man waiting to be slaughtered, do you feel a deep despair when you see this?"

"Hmm...... Should I feel hopeless? Store manager Minglun asked uncertainly.

"Of course, the moon is bright outside the window, but I am bound by my hands and feet, and I can't even wail."

"Shhh...... Hearing you say that, it's quite desperate. Store Manager Minglun nodded heavily, he couldn't use question sentences anymore, otherwise he would be regarded as an idiot.

"Look at it again, it is obviously a hanging rope that symbolizes death, but the man in the straight suit is so temperamental, and his movements are so elegant that he is caressing the smooth back of his lover, as if he is not creating death but completing a gorgeous drama, death and elegance have reached a perfect unity, and there is a cruel beauty.

Seeing this, don't you have expectations in your heart? Not curious what the hell this man is doing? ”

The second teacher said that not only the store manager and clerk, but even a passing office worker stopped and listened attentively.

"Don't say it, don't say it...... I really got you right, second sight teacher! ”

Manager Minglun clapped his hands and said in a much louder voice:

"This is a reasoning, and the person on the poster is the male protagonist. When I went to the publishing house to attend a promotion meeting, Hojo-sensei said that this is both a trick and an art, and that it is a drama dedicated to the world. ”

"I see, it seems that it is not a book that is simply deceived by posters." Teacher Nimi nodded:

"Help me register, I want to pre-order one."

"And me, I want it too!" Passers-by and office workers also hurriedly said.

After registering for the two, the store manager Minglun came to the door of the store again, touched his chin and looked at the poster of "The Dream and Death of Writer K".

It's really artistic, full of artistic sense, both postmodern and integrated with neon tradition......

"Yo, Ming Lunsan, what are you doing here?"

The sudden sound interrupted the store manager Minglun's thinking about beauty, and when he turned his head, it turned out to be Mr. Koyama, who owned a ramen shop nearby.

"I'm looking at this poster."

"Posters? What's so nice about the poster? Mr. Koyama walked over and looked at him twice.

When Mr. Minglun heard this, he glanced at the crude cook with contempt that was a mixture of artist and critic, and then said:

"You see, as the only light in the whole painting, it is like a fat man waiting to be slaughtered, do you feel a deep despair when you see this?"

"This ...... I look at the whole picture is quite bright, but I can't see it clearly if it's not bright. ”

Perhaps the artistic atmosphere in the words of the store manager Minglun was too strong, and Mr. Koyama's tone was a little timid.

The store manager sighed and then shook his head again, and Mr. Koyama clearly felt that the good neighbor's eyes were full of sympathy when he looked at him, like a human looking at a monkey in a glass window.

"Look at it again, it is obviously a hanging rope that symbolizes death, but the man in the straight suit is so temperamental, and his movements are so elegant that he is caressing the smooth back of his lover......"

Mr. Minglun's tone was deep.

"Hiss......"

Mr. Xiaoshan's eyes widened and looked at the neighbor next to him, others don't know what he knows, don't think that the person who opens a bookstore at home must be a cultural person, if you really want to be educated, you won't come back to inherit the family business and open a bookstore, Minglun Yoshihiro, this guy's usual favorite thing is to come to his ramen shop to drink and watch baseball games, scolding people is more rude than himself, what's wrong today?

Despite his doubts, Mr. Koyama knew that he couldn't use any more interrogative sentences, otherwise he would probably turn from a monkey to a brainless sea urchin.

So he nodded approvingly.

"You go and put "Aesthetics", "Oriental Aesthetics", "Principles of Aesthetics" ...... If you read these books once, you probably have a 20% chance of understanding me. ”

But the store manager Minglun obviously saw through Xiaoshan's disguise and said with a sigh.

"You fellow......" Mr. Koyama was so annoyed by the contemptuous look that he cried out loudly, straining his neck:

"Who says I can't read this poster? I think you're pretending to understand! ”

As he spoke, Mr. Koyama stepped forward and pointed to the title of the book under the poster and said:

"This man touching the hanging rope is the writer K, right?"

"Yes."

"The man tied up on the ground is the dream of writer K! That's why he was given light, and now the writer K is going to kill his dream with his own hands! This is the meaning of the title and poster of "The Dream and Death of Writer K"! ”

"Hiss......"

Store manager Minglun was shocked, and his eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the vulgar neighbor cook. You guy, you really see something?

Seeing the shock of his neighbors, Mr. Koyama sneered twice in his heart, and casually waved his hand and announced:

"Get me ten copies of this book."

"It's not here yet."

"Then I'll make a reservation, and by the way, I'll give me a poster, and I'll take it to the store to help you advertise."

"This ...... Okay. ”

The store manager Minglun, who was hit in the art field, didn't dare to refuse, so he could only take out the poster that he intended to keep and treasure.

Koyama and Mr. Futami must have a common language.

Looking at the back of the ramen shop Xiaoshan with the poster in the distance, the bookstore manager thought so.

Koyama ramen

"It's so slow, are you getting lost when you buy soy sauce!"

In the store, the regular customers who were waiting for their stomachs to scream saw Xiaoshan coming back and immediately urged loudly.

"What to urge, do you know that the most important thing in a bowl of ramen is soy sauce! My Xiaoshan family has always only used Bundesliga soy sauce! Xiaoshan said casually, and did not go to the back kitchen, but came to the wall with the poster.

"Bastard, didn't you say last time that the most important thing was noodles." The old customer's eyes widened.

"Idiot, the current noodles are all made by a noodle machine, can I still deduct his salary?"

Xiaoshan is not polite at all, he is the only ramen shop in the vicinity, this old customer has been scolded by him for more than ten years, and it belongs to the depth of love.

Pulling the tape and pasting the newly brought poster on top of an unknown idol, Xiaoshan took two steps back and touched his chin to admire.

It's really artistic, full of art, with both Victorian style and pop art......

"Xiaoshan, what are you still doing, go cook noodles, I'm going to starve to death." The old customer was furious.

"Eat, eat, don't you know anything else but eat? Don't you know that art is food for thought? Even if you have a round belly every day, you can't be considered a complete person with an empty head!

You see, as the only light in the whole painting, it is like a fat man waiting to be slaughtered, seeing this, do you feel a deep despair? Look at ...... again."

The regular customers looked at the chef Xiaoshan who was talking about art, and then looked at the posters on the wall, and just thought that the world was really crazy.

I'm not going to starve to death, am I?

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(End of chapter)