I am a writer in Tokyo

Although Xiaoyuan Yishu's book is probably an award-winning work, and with its reputation, the sales of the new book will not be a problem at all. However, the editors who have read Bianzhou Ji believe that it is not completely without a chance of success.

If both were entries for the same competition, then the latter would have basically no chance. But The Boat Story was an exception, a very shocking exception, and they gradually began to understand what Chief Editor Haoyuan meant by that.

Judging from their professional level of editing, Xiaoyuan Yishu's book is floating high in the sky, not only in terms of conception but also in terms of writing style, which makes people feel awe; so even if Bian Zhou Ji chooses a good point in a pleasing way and uses the compilation of a dictionary to promote the so-called progress of literature, it will feel like an ant trying to shake a tree.

It’s just that The Boat Rider is too down-to-earth and really appealing.

One is a strong man who makes people feel awe and yearn to become him, but the other is the big sister next door who appears in your life and will accompany you no matter what you do. You can even feel her hot breath and the scent of orchids when you slightly turn your head. It is a feeling that you can get at any time.

Rather than choosing the one that they can't hold, perhaps everyone will try to choose the one that they can hold.

I don't know whether we should lament the coincidence when the Boat Trip appeared or admire Takao Hirogen's decision to remember that there was such an author in the editorial department at the critical moment. In short, after abandoning conventional thinking and choosing to find another way, everyone in the editorial department discovered that this battle could actually be fought in this way.

Teacher Takao looked at everyone's enthusiastic faces and could not imagine that the office was shrouded in rain not long ago.

Everyone's eyes followed his finger and looked outside. It was almost evening. Above the steel forest of Tokyo was an aged blue. A few pools of red clouds splashed from the west and then flowed down along the tall buildings.

It was a beautiful sunset, and everyone heard the voice of Takao Hiroyuki, his voice as elegant as ever: "I have always felt that pure literature is not a sunset industry, just as I have always believed that Bungeishunju is not a sunset enterprise.

If I had been encouraging everyone without any reason, it would have been insincere and would have negated the results of your efforts. So there are some things I have never said, but now I think it is the right time. ”

His voice suddenly became much higher, and everyone's eyes began to trace the source of the sound from the bright sunset. They didn't know when Takao Hirogen stood beside them.

"We are a ship now, crossing the river." He pointed to the distance. Everyone knew that after leaving Tokyo, they would reach the sea in an hour or so. "We are not running very fast, and the river can only accommodate one ship. There is also a ship in front of us."

He didn't mention anyone by name, but everyone knew he was talking about Xinchao.

"They're not a huge ship either. They just ran a little ahead of us." Takao Hiroyuki seemed to be really standing on the observation deck and looking into the distance. In everyone's sight, the setting sun was reflected in his eyes.

But it was not that old and outdated sunset. The red dot was burning, the raging flame was burning madly, telling the world of his existence.

“We are in a good time now, because there is a current under our feet; if a person does not seize the opportunity, then he can only feel regret; but if the opportunity is delivered to his hands but he does not seize it, then this person is hateful.

Gentlemen, imagine that we are holding a gun in our hands, a gun that can pierce the iron sheet of Xinchao's ship, and all we need to do is push it forward with force. "

"And then? Although we can't let their ship sink, but...can't we catch up with them?"

Everyone's hearts also rose and fell with Takao Hirogen's voice, and their enthusiasm was completely ignited by Takao Hirogen's words that the literary world has always been a place where two carriages run side by side. If Shincho can do it, why can't our Bungeishunju?

They seemed to see themselves charging with spears in their hands, and then waving flags high on the collapsed body of the giant; they also seemed to see themselves holding high the torch of civilization and slowly moving forward in the darkness.

Although the facts tell them that this book does not have the ability to completely reach the new trend, and the current situation is only because of the emergence of this book that they are not in such a complete decline; but this does not prevent them from fantasizing.

People should always have dreams, just in case they come true.

It has been a long time since Bungeishunju was brightly lit...

The circle in the industry was not very big to begin with. A book was also prepared about Bungeishunju, and it was used to attack Xiaoyuan Yishu's new book, but the trendy people didn't take it seriously at all. In the past, they might have held a meeting to discuss the specific plan, but after Xiaoyuan Yishu's book won the award, such meetings basically did not occur.

In the minds of editor-in-chief Kashiwagi and even other editors, there has been no book that can compete with Koin Ichishu. It is not that they are arrogant or anything, but based on previous situations, they simply think that Koin Ichishu's articles are already the best in the literary world.

Of course, after learning the news, Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi also inquired about the details through various channels and found out that Bungeishunju had no intention of sending the newly received book to the review committee. Of course, this was all the information he could get. Every publishing house will adopt a series of confidentiality measures for the books they value. Unless they are willing to reveal it, it is impossible to know what the book is.

So based on the current news, Takao Hiroyuki of Bungeishunju said that he would use his book to snipe Koin Kazuki's book. This news was said by the editor-in-chief himself. So using an ordinary book to fight against a...award-winning book?
Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi had his doubts, and Takao was not a fool. His ability was basically obvious to everyone in the circle. Since he did this, he must have a purpose. But Kashiwagi thought about it and realized that his purpose was to make Xiaoyuan Yishu have literary orthodoxy and to allow him to have a wall of his own in the bookstore, so he didn't care much about sales this time.

The so-called sniping is nothing more than seizing the literary market. He is absolutely confident in Xiaoyuan Yishu.

……

The night passed quickly, and the blackness of the sky was quickly wiped out. When the sun rose again, I was no longer qualified to look directly at the sky.

No one has ever experienced such a painful wait. Perhaps those two words were tailor-made for their current situation: suffering. Yes, they are also suffering, enduring the pain of waiting.

But the flow of people was not one stream, but two streams, with a few passers-by buying books in between.

"Why don't you line up in a single line?" The people who were about to buy the books, fearing that the person opposite them would snatch their books, spoke out to remind them. They couldn't stand people who destroyed the civilized order of society, especially when the other party was going to damage their vested interests in the near future.

“Why are we standing in a line?”

"Aren't you all here to buy books?"

"What's wrong with buying books?"

The person who was speaking was so angry that his nose was almost crooked. He didn't understand why there would be such low-quality people among the people reading books. He suddenly felt that it was a bit insulting to stand with such people.

"Since you are buying books, please line up." He decided to explain patiently that quality is not a shackle to restrain oneself, but a powerful proof to keep oneself civilized: "Because when buying suffering, it is inevitable to cause some conflicts, this is also to reduce unnecessary conflicts."

"But we are not here to suffer!" The other person sneered, then he pointed at the poster of the Boat Adventure on the wall and said, "Do you really think that everyone in the world is just around this little tree in the yard?"

"Do you think all the authors in the world except Xiaoyuan Yishu are fools?" It is obvious at first glance that the other party is a person who is very good at refutation. Refutation is a more respectful way of speaking. To put it bluntly, he is a troll. Once the troll's combat effectiveness is unleashed, he will be invincible.

"You're using your so-called rules and your sense of superiority in buying a book from a tree in the courtyard to dictate things here." He continued to speak, and the sarcasm in his eyes became stronger and stronger: "You didn't sleep much last night, right? Maybe you slept, but you must have gotten up very early just to buy a book?"

"So you're afraid that someone else will steal your book, so you're using your so-called sense of morality and rules to protect your pitiful status? Let me tell you, the things you value are nothing to us. You think it's an honor to buy a book from Xiaoyuan Yishu, which shows that you are really a timid and cowardly person, using some useless things to package your self-esteem."

After this series of events, not only the person who started speaking first was confused, but also the group of people who were queuing up to buy the tree in the courtyard were confused.

They couldn't understand why they encountered such a thing while queuing to buy books. The first few words directly wiped out their pride and belittled them. At the same time, a very important thing is...isn't it normal to queue up to buy books? Even if you are not buying the same book, you should queue up or explain it.

So, not only one person was angry, but a group of people were angry.

They all glared at each other, their faces red with anger. The tense atmosphere that shouldn't have appeared in front of the bookstore appeared, as if this was not a bookstore, but a... battlefield?
After the door of the bookstore opened, the clerk thought for a moment and decided not to take a step forward. However, seeing the sharp gaze of the store manager behind him, he stiffened his neck and said, "Hello, I... we are open for business."

But no one present moved, as if the clerk had never appeared. They only had eyes for each other, or rather, only for the troll who stood on Bian Zhou Ji's side and spoke.

The man's hair was very messy, as if he had not taken good care of his hair when he got up in the morning. This is understandable; many people do not have time to tidy up their hair in order to get up early to buy books, and they can go home and take a nap after buying the books.

But after seeing what she was wearing, I felt something was a little unusual.

His clothes had a tattered look to them because it was almost autumn and he had on a long-sleeved shirt on the upper body but shorts on the lower body and a pair of older snow boots on his feet.

This kind of brokenness is not often seen in ordinary people. Then, considering his previous speaking habits and word choice, everyone felt that this person should not be from their class, or should not be a person who reads books.

The feeling of vulgarity and barbarity flowing all over the body, and the feeling of fighting for the first place as if for a little verbal gain; a word emerged in everyone's mind: tramp.

So, this person is a homeless person.

At the same time, thinking again, the words he said, especially those extremely insulting words, were obviously what others usually used to insult him. He changed the scene and replaced the target and started to rant at them.

After realizing this, the "Passion" team began to focus their attention beyond the troll and onto the group of people behind.

Since he was hanging out with this homeless guy, he was most likely from that group.

After figuring this out, solving the matter became much easier. All they had to do was tell the bookstore clerk their identities and contact the people at the nearest police station to tell them that a group of homeless people were causing trouble here.

So... they all dispersed and lined up in a row, with a hint of the urge to kill them one by one in their eyes.

Feeling the gazes of such a large group of people, the people standing at the back suddenly became panic-stricken, because in the past few minutes, they also figured out what was going on.

“We are not together.” The people behind waved their hands in response to those gazes. “At the beginning, he told us that this is the correct queue path, and I am also here to suffer, so logically speaking, I am just an innocent passerby.”

Although the people behind were not here to suffer, they also frankly admitted that the situation at the beginning of the queue was indeed caused by the person at the beginning. However, when everyone realized that something was wrong with this person, they found that the figure with tattered clothes was no longer at the front of the line.

"So, do you need to come in and buy some books?" (End of this chapter)