I am a writer in Tokyo

In fact, it is not the fault of Chief Editor Haoyuan that he did not think of the author named Miura. After the confrontation with Snow Country, the poor teacher Miura was thrown into the cold palace by Bungeishunju. Of course, another reason is that the author did not produce any works again.

In fact, it has only been more than a year since the release of Snow Country. It is impossible for anyone to write so many books in a year, and every book is of top quality. If someone could, then that person must be a terrible pervert.

Many colleagues are thinking about one thing, that is, is this teacher in the courtyard a person who does not need to rest? Is he a perpetual motion machine?
Writing a book is a long process, and every word needs to be carefully considered; even if you write something every day, you still need time to rest. How can you be called a writer if you don't go to the romantic places to have fun?

Basically, in Kabukicho next to Ginza, there are writers in all the high-end bars. They think this is a very normal thing; this is also a very normal thing in the eyes of others.

When this happened to Mr. Xiaoyuan, he did not follow the crowd and play around in the tavern. At most, he would run to Mr. Ito's shop every day and contribute a little bit of income to this "poor" boss who always acted pitifully.

Therefore, in the minds of many writers, a tree in a small courtyard is not sociable and is also an isolated island.

In fact, it is not just the one tree in the courtyard. There are many writers who are more loners. For example, the editor of Bungeishunju was looking for Ms. Miura all over the city, and finally found her in a bush of flowers.

"Ms. Miura, may I ask..." The editor who found her was silent for a while. He didn't know what to ask. Mr. Miura in front of him was squatting in the flowers, looking at a flower in front of her with a serious face, and it seemed that she didn't hear anyone calling her name.

Finally, it was the editor who called out to him several times before Mr. Miura finally woke up from his trance. He turned around and recognized the person who came and greeted him, "Long time no see."

Well...it's been a long time since we last met. She might not know that she was banished to the cold palace. If the editor-in-chief hadn't mentioned it, he might have forgotten that he had such an author.

"It's like this." The editor didn't choose to exchange too many pleasantries. He wasn't a person who liked to chat, and preferred to stick to the facts. "Our editor-in-chief has always mentioned Mr. Miura's work, and he was very impressed with the work he published last time, so he asked me to ask Mr. Miura if you have any new works recently. Bungeishunju will provide very good resources."

When the editor said this, his heart was beating fast. He realized how difficult it was to be an editor-in-chief. It turned out that telling lies with open eyes is an art sometimes.

But the fact is that his words made Miura jump out of the grass happily, and then he saw Mr. Miura said excitedly: "It turns out that Editor-in-Chief Takao has always remembered me."

"Hmm..." He thought about it and finally gave a positive answer, but he corrected a statement made by Mr. Miura: "However, we usually call him Editor-in-Chief Haoyuan."

In order to avoid Miura's question and say some words of why, he did not put down the topic and continued: "Teacher Haoyuan feels that calling him like this will make him seem more intimate. He does not want to have such an unequal conversation with you as a senior or in other identities. He is equal to everyone. In the field of literature, we can become friends."

Miura nodded thoughtfully, but she felt that this happened really by coincidence, as she happened to have such a book in her hands.

"I have prepared a book recently, but it is not yet completely finished. I need to wait another two weeks..." Teacher Miura thought about it and felt that it was indeed a rare thing to take the initiative to ask for manuscripts. If she made the editors of Bungeishunju wait too long, it would seem very impolite. So she finally decided to submit the manuscript within a week.

Two weeks' workload was all compressed into one week. This workload was undoubtedly very painful for poor teacher Miura. When everyone from Bungeishunju saw her, Teacher Miura looked extremely haggard.

Mr. Miura, with his messy hair and huge dark circles under his eyes, was almost stopped by the security guard at the door. In the end, he was allowed to pass after an editor from the same office guaranteed his safety.

"I'm sorry, because a strange person came into the company last time, you now need to show relevant identification or have someone guarantee you to enter and leave the company." The editor who was traveling with him explained while observing the writer named by the editor-in-chief.

Teacher Miura doesn't care about this kind of thing. What she cares about is whether the book in her hand can be recognized. Even if Bungeishunju took the initiative to ask for the manuscript, it does not mean that their review level will decline.

Regarding the commission, Miura had a vague guess that it was probably done to target Koin. However, she did not feel scared or embarrassed about it. Instead, it aroused her fighting spirit.

Try to think about it, who in the current literary world is willing to face off against Koin Yishu? If her book can perfectly snipe Koin Yishu's new book, it will mean her success.

Teacher Miura did not disappoint Takao Hiroyuki. When he saw the words "Boat Trip" written at the top of the draft, he felt that he had made the right bet.

"Does this book need to be submitted for a competition?" an editor came up and asked, and got a negative reply: "But Teacher Xiaoyuan's book has already been submitted for an award. If we submit it now, maybe we can catch up with the selection process. Otherwise, it feels a bit bad..."

An award-winning book and a book that doesn't even reach the award threshold don't seem to be on the same level, so it's unlikely that one can even be sniped.

However, Takao Hiroyuki laughed and said, "Award-winning books don't necessarily sell well, and books that don't win awards don't necessarily have no chance of winning. In fact, the quality and popularity of a book are not determined by awards or anything like that."

"what is that?"

“Readers, the market.”

Hiroyuki Takao did not continue to explain his views and ideas. Instead, he turned around and locked himself in the office, burying his head in the manuscript that Mr. Miura had just sent him.

After a long time, the editors outside heard a shout from inside, and their editor-in-chief shouted "Beautiful!"

Mr. Takao felt that the world still favored him. At least it did not give Shincho the opportunity to dominate the market. He saw hope in this book.

Then, in front of everyone, Mr. Gaowei raised the book in his hand and said passionately, "This book should be our hope. Of course, our purpose is not only to teach that hateful young man a lesson, but also to do something for the literary world and say something for society.

Perhaps compared to the unique writing style of Xiaoyuan Yishu, which is full of sorrow and realism, they would prefer warmer texts with a more candlelight-like flavor.

Come and have a look at Mr. Miura’s book. I see our own reflections in this book.”

Can we see our own shadows? After hearing what Mr. Takao said, the editors seemed a little unconvinced. Could it be that this book was about their stories?

It’s just that the job of an editor is very boring. Even if you use a lot of romantic words to praise it, in the end you still have to lie on the chopping board and correct typos one by one to see if there are any grammatical errors, or to find a better plot structure.

An editor suddenly thought of something and asked his colleague next to him: "You said that when Xiaoyuan Yishu's manuscript was in the hands of editor-in-chief Baimu, was it in about the same state as it is now?" These words made his colleague stunned. He imagined it in his mind and felt that there seemed to be no difference. In an instant, a different light flashed in his eyes.

"Maybe that's the case. Their editor-in-chief Kashiwagi first let out a cry of surprise in the office, then ran into the office with his manuscript and shouted to their editors, saying that this manuscript and this author could change their trend."

Maybe it was true. After telling this to my colleagues, they all nodded in agreement. But instead of thinking about what the new trend was like at that time, it would be better to take a look at the article in the hands of editor-in-chief Haoyuan.

Editor-in-Chief Haoyuan made photocopies of the manuscripts and then wrote numbers on each copy to ensure that the manuscripts would not be leaked. From this point on, the manuscripts were already a strategic secret of Bungeishunju. Especially after the previous incident, Mr. Gaowei felt that the company was not so safe, so he went to the editor-in-chief to apply for a modification of the editorial office door, in addition to swiping cards, some passwords that need to be changed regularly.

Everyone received their own copy and walked to their workstations in tacit understanding. They were very curious about what this book would say about the profession of editor.

It's a pity that their imagination is slightly different from this book. It seems that they did not eulogize the greatness of editing work, or focus on describing their daily hard work. They just wrote the story of compilation in a very plain way, a story belonging to their editorial department.

I don’t know how much effort Teacher Miura put in. Maybe the purpose of her squatting on the flower bed all day was to follow the editors after get off work, but their shadows can indeed be seen in this book.

They have to pay attention to the data every day. With the continuous development of the times, the data is constantly declining, and it is very shocking; every day they have to ask whether literature is really going to be abandoned, or whether it will sink to the bottom in the development of society. There are always people leaving the editorial department, even in this era of economic depression. This book does not create a paradise like a tree in a small courtyard, but has been calmly talking about the boredom of being an editor, the rigor of writing work, and... glory.

They have to proofread countless manuscripts every day. This kind of work is very common to them, but it is also extremely heavy; but in this book, the editors have to directly revise a dictionary.

"So, this dictionary is called Dadu Hai, so it has the name of "Compilation of Boat Records." Someone suddenly realized and began to feel amazed by Mr. Miura's idea.

"But do they really want to revise this dictionary?" The voice at the back became smaller and smaller, but it was not difficult to hear: what a difficult task this is.

The people around didn't say anything, but if this kind of thing happened to them, perhaps they would jump down from the tall building in the next second without any reluctance.

Although this is just a novel that has not yet gone through the proofreading process, everyone has already regarded this book as a microcosm of their lives.

Even when they saw An Bian Lu who had just arrived at the dictionary editorial department, and saw him tidying up the editorial office and being shocked by the pile of proofs from the first to fifth proofs of "Zi Xuan", they found their own shadows when they first entered the industry.

So the rest of the story of this book is very simple. In order to compile the dictionary "Da Du Hai", the editorial department read, searched, and referred to countless dictionaries, first edition novels, and related materials. Then in the end, they started to have a fierce argument about what kind of paper to use for this dictionary.

This story continued until the sample issue came out. When the novel reached the sample issue, everyone in the editorial department breathed a sigh of relief. Not only the characters in the book, but they also felt a heavy sense of accomplishment.

"'The rotary printing press started to operate, printing out the inner pages of "The Great Crossing". Madi, who was present with Araki and Kishibe to witness the printing of "The Great Crossing", carefully held up a page that had just been printed with both hands. - This large piece of paper that had not yet been cut was still slightly warm. Although he knew in his heart that this was due to the temperature of the printing press, Madi still firmly believed that this heat condensed the passionate emotions of many people - Araki, Mr. Matsumoto, Kishibe, Sasaki and himself, as well as the many scholars and part-time students who participated in the compilation of "The Great Crossing", and the employees of the papermaking company and printing factory. "Madi, who was holding the sample book, also had tears in his eyes. The compilation work that lasted for 15 years finally appeared in front of him in the form of a material entity."

When Mr. Takao came out of his office again, he saw that many people looked like they had been crying. He joked that the book was well written and they wouldn't cry. Unfortunately, no one wanted to pay attention to him.

While reading this book, they seemed to be constantly sorting out the boredom and glory of their editing careers.

"This is a book written for editors." Someone came to his senses first, slammed the table hard, and said loudly. However, the next second he saw Mr. Gaowei standing at the door of the office, and suddenly he became depressed again.

"I like this book, I like it very much. This book was born for us, for the profession of editing." The next second when he said that he wanted to make this book, he was pushed back harshly by Miura's editor. He couldn't accept someone snatching his fruits from him.

As it turned out, Miura's book successfully caused everyone in the editorial department to fall into extreme frenzy.

At this moment, they forgot the purpose of looking for this book, as if the tree in the courtyard no longer existed. Who would care? Now, all they had in their eyes was the Boat Record.

They all circled a sentence in the book: "The word 'ye' refers to occupation and work, but it also has a deeper meaning, perhaps close to 'destiny'. People who make cooking their profession are those who cannot control their passion for cooking. They satisfy people's stomachs and hearts by cooking delicious food. They are the ones chosen by God to bear such a destiny." (End of this chapter)