How I was forced to be a boss

The part I’m handing over to the editor this time is the opening chapter about the main story that I wrote before. After adding some daily routines, this part is enough to publish a book first, mainly about the daily routines of little stars in Lafita, and the Lovely interaction with cute elf boys.

The editor took my manuscript seriously and asked carefully, "What kind of story are you telling this time?"

He thought for a while, and then guessed: "Is it about the turmoil a while ago?"

"No," I rejected him decisively, "Actually, I've been trying some other styles of works recently."

Because I feel that these people are sometimes so stubborn that people don’t know what to say, so I am forced to admit that I am not good at emotional lines. Of course, I definitely don’t think so in my heart, but sometimes a proper compromise can save Save a lot of trouble.

"Actually, this novel is about a girl traveling to another world to talk about a sweet love story." I said confidently to the editor.

"And it will be a long series of articles!"

The editor was silent for a while, and then asked: "The protagonist died in the end?"

"……No!"

I was embarrassed when he asked me that.

Why am I the kind of person who writes the protagonist to death casually in the editor's mind?

So I emphasized again with a serious expression: "It's really that kind of sweet story."

The editor looked at me dumbfounded.

"This... Teacher, are you kidding me?"

"I am serious!"

With trembling hands, he briefly flipped through the manuscript in his hand, and it turned out that it was completely different from Mr. Takenishi's previous writing style. The flat and depressive part faded away, as if he really felt like he was reading a light novel.

"Think again! A sudden change in writing style is very detrimental to an author! At that time, it will not only be a matter of losing readers, but also those scholars may criticize you in newspapers! I am afraid that your reputation will suddenly decline. Go to the bottom!" The editor was persuading me, flattering and coaxing at the beginning, and becoming more indignant and worried as he spoke later, as if it was not my reputation that was about to be stink, but his own.

"Hey, it's okay, don't worry, it's not a good thing to care too much about other people's evaluation." Mr. Zhuxi waved his hand casually and said nonchalantly.

The editor was taken aback for a moment, and gradually calmed down. He thought of the teacher's book "Others".

Everyone now knows what the result of losing the thought of self is.

"Besides, they may not scold me, maybe they will enjoy watching it."

The editor always feels that Mr. Zhuxi has something to say, and it is true, when will this teacher get him to worry about?

No... As expected of Mr. Takenishi?

"Have you anticipated what will happen next?"

"Yeah, yeah." I dealt with it casually.

God knows what I expected.Anyway, I have learned to just follow their words when I can't understand.

"Then... I just took it?" He asked me hesitantly.

I nodded affirmatively.

The murder in the cafe did not arouse my interest, but brought me a little inspiration.

My editor and I chatted casually about some of my views on the case.

Although this sudden accident interrupted my next plan, it did not delay my time too much.

That little brother with squinting eyes solved the matter in minutes, not only the crime method, the murder weapon, the evidence, but also what he said when the conflict occurred.

Awesome, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, such a high IQ boss and I are people from two worlds.

I suddenly thought of the super cute world's number one detective who sent me a letter back then. I don't know what happened to his creation, and there was no news for such a long time.

The writing efficiency of the authors in this world is unbelievably low, so here I criticize Mr. Oda by name.

I can keep writing in such a busy schedule, but what about his books?ah?

Is he trying to fuck me?

When I was leaving, the companion of the high IQ boss stopped me. He introduced himself Fukuzawa Yukichi and wanted to exchange contact information with me.

Although he looks a bit fierce, he feels like a good person.

It was just looking at me as if I was very worried, which made me feel that I might be about to do something outrageous if I didn't pay attention.

The high IQ boss is called Edogawa Ranpo.

I did this question.Another two writers?

But I am no longer as excited as I was when I met Wenhao for the first time.

I tried my best to endure and asked the two people who met for the first time if they wanted to be gangsters, and said goodbye to them calmly.

Edogawa Ranbu glanced at the leaving figure of the girl, and smiled slightly.

Leaving the cafe, I went directly to the commercial street, because I didn't know what to give Mr. Nakahara, so I wanted to come here to find inspiration.

Why does Hong Kong and Black have such a tradition?I thought about it.

It should be to allow newcomers to quickly form a close relationship with Hong Kong and black, and it is also a way for newcomers to familiarize themselves with the work field and integrate into the work environment.

But if Mori-san actually asks an outsider like me to complete this ceremony...

So that's the case, he had such an idea.

I felt a little dumbfounded for a while.

Sometimes I really think that Mr. Mori can be more frank and straightforward. Some things are okay, but they are not necessary.

Most of the people I know in Yokohama are in Hong Kong and Hong Kong. In any case, I would not do such a deceitful thing as drawing a clear line. Hey, speaking of this incident, I feel really miserable.

Besides...does anyone else care about my relationship with Hong Kong gangsters?

I thought casually.

I had a little inspiration for what to give Mr. Nakahara.

After calling to confirm that Mr. Zhong Yuan was in the Ganghei Building, I made an appointment with him to meet at the door, and took a taxi to drive there.

I didn't see Mr. Nakahara when I arrived, so I planned to wait in the lobby on the first floor.

At first, I was worried that the big men in black at the door would stop me, but I didn't expect that they just saluted me in unison and then ignored me.

Do they know something that I don't?

When I sat there, I always felt that there were several people around me secretly watching me. When Mr. Zhongyuan rushed over, I was really relieved.

I handed him the prepared items.

It is a pen that I always carry with me. When I am away from home, I sometimes get inspiration suddenly. Therefore, it is a basic quality for a writer to carry a pen and paper with him.I have been using this one for a long time, and the pattern on it is a bit worn out, but because it is so easy to use, I have not been willing to replace it.I used this pen to write down the plan of Leibo Street at the beginning.

"It's not something I bought casually."

I looked at Mr. Zhongyuan seriously, and told him about the origin of this pen, hoping that he could understand my hint.

"It's what I expect from you."

That's right, Mr. Zhongyuan, have you seen it? I'll give you the pen. If you know how to write, write more!

I heard continuous gasps around me, as if I was frightened by something.

Mr. Zhongyuan took the pen I handed him in a daze, looking a little too cautious.

Is it because I acted too unfamiliar with him?After all, he was also an ally who fought together, and he even saved me.

So I cautiously and tentatively called out: "Zhong... also?"

Caught off guard, Nakahara Chuya's face turned red.

"Because according to the Hong Kong black rules, I seem to be a 'mentor' to you, so I don't want to call you so unfamiliar, so I called you on my own." Teacher Zhuxi smiled Watch him say that.

He understood what the teacher meant.

Chuya Nakahara's heart was suddenly wrapped in warmth.

Teacher Zhuxi actually chose to hand over such an important thing to him here.

Mr. Zhuxi has a transcendent status in Hong Kong and Hei, and is an existence of great significance to the entire Hong Kong and Hei.

After today, I am afraid that it will be difficult for ordinary people to shake the status of Hong Kong and Hong Kong blacks in the Central Plains.

Such thoughts crossed the minds of everyone around.

It's really enviable.they thought.

Although the heat on his face hadn't dissipated, Nakahara Nakaya still looked at Mr. Takenishi seriously and said, "I will never disappoint your expectations."

I think he may not have understood me.

I was still in a state of confusion on the way back.

The news of Mr. Kawaguchi's election and the excited faces of the people when they were interviewed were repeatedly played on the TV.

When I was writing at home, I received a call from Mr. Kawaguchi again. Looking at that face on TV, I felt indescribably complicated for a while.

"Teacher, I haven't greeted you for a long time. How are you doing?"

"……fine?"

To be honest, I don't know why a prime minister would need to call me.

It wasn't until the pleasantries were exhausting my patience that he said to me in a cautious and nervous tone: "Ito may not be able to go to Yokohama because of other arrangements, but Gutian has performed very well recently, so We promoted him, what do you think of this candidate?"

I was surprised that Kawaguchi would ask me for advice on the work arrangements of officials.

but……

"Gutian?"

"Yes, it is the secretary assigned to you earlier."

He replied like this, and then hurriedly explained as if he was afraid that I would misunderstand something: "Although he used to be my secretary, he has already handed over the work well, so..."

"I don't mean to extend my hand to Yokohama here, sir."

I was silent.

How do you say I feel like a control freak.

No need, really.

So I sincerely said to him: "Please don't speculate on my thoughts, Mr. Kawaguchi." I didn't mean to control Yokohama.

... He seemed to be more afraid of Liao.

As soon as I hung up the inexplicable Mr. Kawaguchi, I heard a knock on the door, opened the door, and there were two men in strange uniforms standing outside. They wore masks with rabbit ears and furry rabbit tails behind them.

I couldn't help but look at these two people with weird eyes.

Have you encountered a pervert...

Seeing me poking my head out, they first saluted me very respectfully, and then handed me an exquisite envelope.

"Teacher Zhuxi, Gui'an. We are members of the clan belonging to Feishiyuan, His Excellency the King of Gold."

"Regarding some recent events, Yuqian would like to meet with you at the Imperial Pillar Tower and have a detailed discussion."

I had the illusion that I was being checked on the water meter.

The author has something to say: 1 Change the map of Liao

2 was guessed to be a pen

3 Forget about notebooks and books, is it the devil who gave you the height-increasing insoles?

感谢在2020-04-0205:29:21~2020-04-0300:21:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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