Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 124: "Snow Country" was published, and sales were completely crushed

Half a chapter of "Snow Country", 3000 words, quickly spread in the literary circle.

By the next day, most people in the industry and literature enthusiasts had paid attention to the confrontation between Mishima and Takaki Ikezawa. Everyone stretched their necks and widened their eyes, looking forward to another big show.

The praise for "Snow Country" has been overwhelming and has never subsided.

"The evening scene moves behind the mirror..."

"The characters are a kind of transparent illusion, and the scenery is a hazy undercurrent in the night mist. The two melt together to depict a world beyond the human world..."

In the living room of the Matsueda family, in addition to the sound of firewood burning in the fireplace, there is also the low murmur of Matsueda's Deer Ming reading.

The beautiful words can easily make people feel immersed.

Especially when it's snowing outside.

She didn't even notice that Kiyoaki Matsueda had returned from his morning run.

In the quiet living room, Songzhi Luming, who had just gotten up and taken a shower in the morning, was immersed in watching something.

Gorgeous long black hair, still slightly wet.

The skin was as white as milk and was slightly rosy because she had just taken a bath.

Just as Kiyoaki Matsueda opened the door, she happened to stretch.

The young girl's figure, from shoulders to waist, and from waist to hips, is beyond words.

Even Matsueda Kiyoaki couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Tsk!" Songzhi Luming pouted her rosy little mouth and scolded contemptuously like a mother: "I advise you to control your beastly nature, otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't kill my own relatives for the sake of justice and call the police to arrest you, a pervert."

"That's it? I'm already immune to this level of attack. Do you have any new ways to curse?" Kiyaki Matsueda walked up to her.

"Eh? Scolding like this doesn't satisfy you anymore? It seems like your threshold has increased..." Songzhi Luming supported his chin with his small hand, his eyes thoughtful, "But I think your mental state is becoming more and more abnormal. If you continue like this, there is a great possibility that you will become a mental patient!"

"The way the little deer talks is so cute."

"I'm afraid your disease is incurable."

"Why don't you let me write a few more correct characters? I feel like this will cure my illness."

"Forget it, just continue to be sick." Matsueda Luming rejected his suggestion without even thinking about it.

"It's not like you haven't tried before, so why are you being shy now?" Matsueda Kiyoaki asked with amusement.

Songzhi Luming glared at him in embarrassment and said, "Shut up."

"Haha~" Songzhi Qingxian laughed complacently and turned his head to look, "Where is our mistress?"

"She hasn't gotten up yet." Songzhi Luming shrugged and complained, "She has become more and more lazy recently. She won't get up before nine or ten in the morning."

"I'll call her."

Kiyoaki Matsueda turned around and walked up the stairs.

The mother, daughter and three other children all lived on the second floor, while he, a fake son-in-law, lived on the first floor and rarely set foot on the second floor.

However, he skillfully pushed open the mistress's door and entered her bedroom.

On the luxurious white bed, Matsueda Shinsako lay gracefully on her side.

Gorgeous black hair and a noble face.

Plump, white arms, skin as soft as the moonlight.

The moment the door opened, the noble phoenix eyes closed.

Pretending to sleep again.

How come this woman becomes more childish as she gets older...

Kiyoaki Matsueda came over with a smile, squatted beside the bed and looked at her face as she pretended to sleep.

This noble face has her own charm, such as tyranny, mockery, contempt...Matsueda Kiyoaki likes this kind of her.

Beautiful neck, beautiful hands.

Half-closed narrow phoenix eyes...

As she looked at him, Kiyoaki Matsueda reached out and took a small white flower from the vase and brushed it across her cheek.

The petals brushed past me and I felt a little itchy.

His eyelids moved.

My lady mistress slowly opened her noble phoenix eyes.

Their eyes met, and Songzhi Qingxian asked softly, "Did you sleep well?"

"Hmm~"

Matsueda Masako nodded lazily.

"Get up after you have a good sleep. If you don't get up, the deer will dislike you." said Kiyoaki Matsueda.

"Let her dislike it." Matsueda Masako said nonchalantly.

"If you don't get up and exercise, you will continue to gain weight," Matsueda Kiyoaki said again.

Matsueda Shinsako raised her eyebrows and glared: "Do you want to die?"

"Who told you not to get up?" Matsueda Kiyoaki looked at her helplessly.

Matsueda Shinsako glanced at him for a few seconds and silently opened her arms.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Matsueda Kiyoaki could only obey her, "I'll go downstairs now."

"Hmm? Where's the fawn?"

"In the living room."

"Don't go any further, stop right here!"

"Isn't this just the stairs?"

Looking down from here, you can just see the deer in the living room.

"I can watch her from here..."

"Tsk, you are so scheming."

"If you don't hurry up, I'll go down."

"Now that you've said that, what else can I do..."

The only sound in the living room was the sound of the wood burning in the fireplace.

After a while, Songzhi Luming looked up and saw the two people walking down side by side. He curled his lips and said, "You two are sixty years old in total. Why are you still dragging your feet like a six-year-old child when getting out of bed?"

"I'll go wash up." Matsueda Shinsako walked forward with her head down.

"Hey, wait, I bought you a set of home clothes." Matsueda Kiyoaki said, taking a bag from the entrance and handing it to her, "Wear this at home today."

Matsueda Shinsako's eyes widened immediately: "It's not some weird clothing, right?"

"Very homely clothes!" assured Kiyoaki Matsueda.

Only then did Matsueda Masako feel relieved and took the bag to the bathroom.

When I opened it, I saw a white turtleneck sweater, a blue cardigan, a dark blue OL skirt, and a pair of black tights.

...It's indeed quite serious.

Shinsako Matsueda was a little confused for a moment. Has this guy changed his taste recently and likes the stay-at-home wife style?

In the living room, Kiyoaki Matsueda prepared a simple breakfast as quickly as possible. When he brought it out, he happened to see Masako Matsueda walking in from outside.

In an instant, some memories were brought back to him.

The tall and plump mistress had her upper body wrapped in a white turtleneck sweater that held her chest high.

The tight black skirt outlines the attractive hip lines, and the fleshy legs are tightly wrapped in shiny black stockings. The white fat on the body sways slightly with every step, as if it can melt and then squeeze out!

"It's perfect!" Matsueda Kiyoaki couldn't help but admire, "I'll wear this next time!"

Songzhi Luming also looked at her mother. Her bulging breasts made her swallow.

...Humph, just fat!

...What is there to be envious of? Aren’t people living well even if they don’t have any?

Matsueda Kiyoyuki went out early in the morning, and the remaining three people ate breakfast around the kotatsu.

"Has the casting for the movie been confirmed?" asked Matsueda Shinsako, holding a bowl of miso soup.

"Well, the main roles have been decided. Apart from the dancer Fumiko, there won't be any other major problems." Kiyokatsu Matsueda nodded.

"Dancing girl Kaoru? I feel like this role isn't very challenging..." Matsueda Luming didn't seem very interested and picked up a piece of white tofu from the miso soup. "I still prefer roles that are more layered and thoughtful."

"I remember you said you wanted to choose from the high school girls around you?" Matsueda Shinsako asked thoughtfully.

Songeda Qingxian nodded: "Yes."

"It depends on your sincerity." Matsueda Luming ate a piece of white tofu, then picked up the hot miso soup and blew on it a few times.

After it was no longer so hot, I took a small sip.

That pretty little face showed a satisfied expression.

She seemed to think that Kiyoaki Matsueda would definitely choose him.

Masako Matsueda also thought so. Looking at her little daughter's proud look, she felt proud of herself as a mother.

"Anyway, I'll tell her in person." Kiyokatsu Matsueda said with a smile.

"Don't keep people waiting too long." Matsueda Shinsako gave him a reproachful look.

If he's sensible and begs me quickly, I can reward him... Matsueda Luming holds the miso soup with his chin slightly raised, with a touch of pride that's hard to put down.

After breakfast, the three of them continued to sit in the kotatsu, drinking hot tea and eating persimmon cakes brought from Kobayashi's house.

Masako Matsueda drank tea leisurely. Her elegant sitting posture, tea drinking movements, and every move gave people a sense of beauty.

The orange-yellow firelight from the fireplace shone on the delicate and beautiful profiles of the mother and daughter, highlighting their nobility and beauty.

"Mom, don't you want to eat it?" Songzhi Luming asked while holding a piece of persimmon cake.

"It's too sweet, I don't want it." Shinsako Matsueda, who has been planning to lose weight, has been controlling her sugar intake recently.

Songzhi Luming took a bite and found the sweetness to be within an acceptable range.

Then I took a sip of tea, the fragrant tea diluted the sweetness, leaving an endless aftertaste.

Kiyoaki Matsueda ate persimmon cakes and drank tea, feeling their beauty and feeling very comfortable.

...A beautiful and charming mother and daughter, this is what a successful man enjoys.

It was freezing and snowy outside, but the house was warm as spring. With the sound of wood burning in the stove, the three of them were enjoying the warm moments unique to winter.

Slowly, Matsueda Shinsako bit her lower lip, and occasionally tilted her body to avoid it. A few strands of hair fell playfully on her face, showing the charm and style of a young woman.

Under the kotatsu where their daughter couldn't see, two pairs of feet played for who knows how long, like little kids who could never get enough of playing.

"Ok?"

Songzhi Luming suddenly felt his foot being touched.

Immediately, she glared at Songzhi Qingxian opposite her with a fierce and angry look: "You are so disgusting!"

Hearing this, Matsueda Shinsako turned his face away humbly.

Songeda Qingxian drank a sip of hot tea, exhaled a sigh of satisfaction, and looked at the deer: "Don't forget, I am the head of the family."

"Oh, I don't recognize it!" Songzhi Luming snorted and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window.

The yard is covered with snow. There is a plum tree beside the pond, with wintersweets blooming proudly on the branches.

The snowflakes falling from the sky lightly embellish the branches.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, snowflakes flew all over the sky, and the plum blossoms swayed slightly. The scene was very beautiful.

Compared with the gorgeous cherry blossoms, Songzhi Luming has always liked the elegance and quietness of plum blossoms.

At this moment, she was holding a black paintbrush, painting the curved branches of the plum tree on the drawing paper, concentrating...

"What kind of flowers do you like?" Shinsako Matsueda asked Kiyaki Matsueda curiously.

Kiyoaki Matsueda looked at the deer's drawing paper and said, "Plum blossoms, maybe."

While the two were talking, their feet were still struggling under the kotatsu.

“The plum blossom is too plain.”

"No, plum blossoms have an elegant temperament and are very pure, very similar to the temperament of a deer."

"I don't like to hear praises," said the little deer without raising his head.

Suddenly, her foot was rubbed again. She glared at Songzhi Qingxian opposite her in shame and anger. She opened her mouth to curse, but the words were stuck in her throat and couldn't come out.

The clever little deer thought of a possibility.

These two touches by Kiyoaki Matsueda were hints to her to quickly satisfy his perverted fetish...

In theory, the pine branches and deer calls would never pay any attention.

But with the previous experience, she was no longer so resistant, and he was so tactful to let her play the leading role in the movie, which was an experience that her sister didn't have, so it was not impossible for her to reward him appropriately...

Sister, you and him are just a fake couple anyway.

You won't blame me if I reward him...right?
Thinking of this, Songeda Luming quietly threw the black paintbrush under the table and kicked the opposite side with his foot.

"Ok?"

Kiyoaki Matsueda looked over in confusion.

"Hehe, bug, here's a reward for you!" the girl said with a disdainful tone, then motioned for him to bend down and look under the table.

With doubt, Songzhi Qingxian bent down and looked over.

I saw the legs under the fawn's skirt, slightly open, with a black paintbrush in the middle...

Wow, there are nymphomaniacs here!
Songzhi Qingxian picked up the pen and ran the tip of the pen across the delicate skin...

[Correct]

【Positive X10】

【Positive X30】

"Xiaolu, your pen fell." Songzhi Qingxian handed the pen back with a calm expression.

"Thank you, thank you. Ha, ha..." The little deer blushed and panted softly.

The girl, who looked a little embarrassed, grabbed the paintbrush and looked at her mother with a guilty look...

"Ok?"

Songzhi Luming was confused.

Why do you look like you've been stamped?
※At noon, it started snowing again in Tokyo.

A thin layer of snow fell on the street, making a slight sound when the soles of shoes stepped on it.

Naoto Oguri finished his lunch and was walking back to the company.

He was a little absent-minded, his mind full of repetitions on the 3000 words of "Snow Country".

The beautiful artistic conception made him feel extremely itchy and curious about the story that followed.

The text of this book "Snow Country" returns to the simple and natural style of "Dancing Girl".

Different from "The Wave of Tide" and "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" which are like exquisitely crafted gorgeous works of art, the texts of "Snow Country" and "Dancing Girl" are like a landscape formed by nature, which makes people feel calm and peaceful when reading them, and leave them with endless aftertaste.

One is the pursuit of ultimate luxury, the other is the calmness of returning to nature.

I can't say which one is better, it's just a matter of personal preference.

As a professional, Naoto Oguri wanted to study Mishima's literary style.

Text materialization?
I feel like this way of writing is like...

With many years of work experience, Naoto Oguri feels that this book "Snow Country" has a bit of neo-sensationalism style.

In the 1920s and 1930s, a group of writers who were deeply influenced by the West jointly launched the New Sensational Literature Movement in order to counter the decline of naturalistic literature and the rise of proletarian literature.

The first batch of modern literature in Japanese literature was born.

"Mishima was born to be a writer..."

Could it be that this guy is going to create a new genre?

Suddenly, a cold wind blew and sporadic snowflakes floated in the sky.

Naoto Oguri arrived at the company gate, wrapped his coat tightly around him, and looked up at the sky slightly.

Oshima Isamu, who was at the door, also followed his example, slightly tilting his head and looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

I don't know why they do this, but the security guard just feels that this kind of posture, not hiding in the office to turn on the heater on a snowy day, but looking up at the falling snowflakes with a sad expression on his face, makes him look very cultured.

"Oh, I'm so curious..." Naoto Oguri looked at the snowflakes, his mind full of the sequel to "Snow Country".

Oshima Isamu imitated him and sighed, "Oh, I'm so curious... Hey, Editor Oguri, what are you curious about?"

"Why are you imitating me?" Naoto Oguri looked over.

"I hope to gain some literary flavor through imitation." Oshima Isamu smiled innocently.

"Then you should imitate Mishima." Naoto Oguri smiled unhappily.

Oshima Isamu looked up at the sky and said, "Mishima, I can't imitate you..."

To be honest, who doesn’t want to be Mishima…

Japanese people always admire and tolerate writers, and they can be forgiven even if they do something wrong... Even if they cheat on their spouse or have affairs with other women, people will not scold them for having a decadent private life, but will only say that this is the romantic behavior of writers.

"Come to think of it, I really didn't know he would be so powerful..." Oshima Isamu recalled what happened last June.

"The Japanese literary world is so lucky to have Mishima," exclaimed Naoto Oguri.

In this era, people have a variety of entertainment methods. The convenient and fast information exchange brought by the Internet has also pushed the entertainment trend to a noisy and impetuous side.

There are very few people who can calm down and read.

If we don’t make some changes, the number of literary readers will increase, and literature will die out faster…

The emergence of Mishima is undoubtedly a ray of light in the darkness.

He rekindled the nation's love for literature.

Naoto Oguri felt that based on this point alone, any preferential treatment given to Mishima would not be excessive.

What a pity, after all, not everyone can be as pure as him.

The Japanese society is controlled by greedy capital and officials who do nothing but sit in office... Thinking of the confrontation between Mishima and the Ishihara family, Naoto Oguri's heart was filled with worries.

"Good afternoon, Oshima, Editor Oguri."

Outside the gate, the young writer walked slowly.

In the wind and snow, he remained steady, exuding an elegant scholarly air.

The three of them stood at the door and exchanged greetings for a while. Before parting, Matsueda Kiyoaki and Oshima Isamu said, "There is a relatively important role in "Dancing Girl". Let you play it. Miss Rinko will send someone to negotiate the contract with you later. Good luck!"

Oshima Yong was stunned for a moment, and asked uncertainly: "Can I…"

"Read more scripts during this period and show your professionalism when imitating writers. There will definitely be no problem," Kiyoaki Matsueda encouraged.

"Thank you so much..."

"Come on."

Under the joyful and grateful gaze of Oshima Isamu, Matsueda Kiyaki entered the Shincho Building.

I'm in a good mood.

I hope that everything that happens next can go as smoothly as before...

In the office of the second editorial department, Midori Kobayashi was discussing a contract with a famous female writer.

"Ms. Kiyono, our Xinchao's business focus at this time is popular literature, and the intensity of various resources allocated to us is the largest in history. Now is the right time for you to join us. With the strong support of our Xinchao, your career will definitely reach a new level..."

When Kiyoaki Matsueda walked into the reception room, Midori Kobayashi was sincerely advising Yuuko Kiyono who was sitting opposite her.

The young editor is wearing a black polo shirt and a short suit skirt, exuding a youthful and beautiful aura.

Yuuko Kiyono on the opposite side was actually wearing a lavender hip skirt. The 25-year-old woman had a plump figure but a little bit of undeveloped immaturity, like a young woman who had just been engaged but had not yet officially become a woman.

Both of them showed their legs and wore beautiful black stockings.

The weather is so cold now that even a grown man like Kiyoaki Matsueda can't stand it. I really admire the persistence and courage of Japanese women in showing their legs.

"Ms. Kiyono, this is your new contract. Please take a look." Kobayashi Midori took out the new contract and opened it to show her, while explaining softly, "The set price for your single sheet of manuscript paper is 3 yen."

Hearing this number, Kiyono Yuko nodded and said nothing.

For a best-selling author like her who has published three books with sales of one million copies in three years, the price of 3 yen is quite reasonable. It is not low but not too high either.

In comparison, Kiyoaki Matsueda's manuscript fee for a single sheet of manuscript paper is 5 yen.

If Yuko Kiyono is willing to go to a small publishing house, they can give her a higher salary.

However, small publishing houses do not have such good resources as Xinchao, so it depends on whether they want to seek stability or greater development.

"Your single-volume royalties are 12%." Kobayashi Midori said very sincerely, and then she used her rhetoric, "In the entire history of Shincho, you are the only one who can get 12% royalties for the first time. I have to explain the reason to the editor-in-chief in person for giving you such a royalty ratio..."

"I understand." Yuko Kiyono nodded slightly.

The 12% royalty is also quite standard.

Small publishing houses can offer higher prices, but they are also unable to provide such large publicity and promotion resources.

Next, Midori Kobayashi continued to discuss with her a series of contract terms including library royalties, electronic royalties, various bonuses and subsidies, etc.

Yuko Kiyono was quite satisfied with the contents of the contract.

But she didn’t really want to sign a contract with Xinchao…

Because Mishima is here.

If I sign a contract with Xinchao, it will be easy to meet him in various activities in the future.

Yuko Kiyono loves and hates the man who stole her father's heart, and her heart is extremely conflicted.

It's better not to sign with Shincho, in case I can't help myself and just pounce on him and bite him to death if we meet in the future... Thinking of this, Kiyono Yuko shook her head and declined softly: "I'm sorry, the conditions are good, but I've already signed with Kodansha..."

"Ms. Kiyono!"

A sudden voice coming from the door interrupted Kiyono Yuko.

She turned her head and when that handsome face came into view, her whole body trembled subconsciously.

Kiyoaki Matsueda walked over slowly, his back to the light, his face a little gloomy, and he said like a real villain: "You don't want to be in a cold war with your father forever, do you? Just sign it obediently, and I will make you and your daughter reconcile..."

"..."

At this moment, Kiyono Yuko had a strange premonition in her heart.

...From now on, she will be manipulated by this guy for the rest of her life.

There is no other way around this, although the cold war with her father is Yuuko Kiyono's biggest concern.

Three years. It has been three years since I last spoke to my father. Looking at his graying hair from afar, I feel really bad...

"Okay, I'll sign!" Yuko Kiyono took a deep breath and picked up the pen.

When I signed, my hands were shaking, as if I was signing a contract to sell myself...

As soon as she signed the contract, Kobayashi Midori immediately extended her hand: "Well, congratulations to Ms. Kiyono for becoming a member of our Shincho."

"Heh~" Kiyono Yuko gave a dry laugh.

"Now, I have a task for you." Kobayashi Midori took out a script and said, "This is the script for the film project "The Girl Who Leapt Through Time". Please cooperate with our promotion and create a single volume novel for the film before February."

"?"

Yuko Kiyono was completely confused.

This situation was unheard of. She felt like she was being plotted against.

"Ms. Kiyono, this is a collaboration. All the royalties and royalties generated by the single volume are yours." Matsueda Kiyoaki answered with a smile, then leaned over and whispered in her ear: "You don't want to be in a cold war with your father all the time, do you? Write well, and after you finish, I will take you to meet your father..."

"..."

Kiyono Yuko was in tears.

She was going to see her father, but she actually wanted him, an outsider, to lead the way. How could this be so weird...

After thinking about it carefully, it feels wrong.

We can't let him control us like this!
"I reject!"

Finally, Kiyono Yuko mustered up the courage to protest strongly: "I can reconcile with my father myself, I don't need you!"

"Okay, go ahead. I won't stop you." Matsueda Kiyoaki smiled generously. "At worst, I'll tell your father that you're unwilling to help me with even the smallest favor, forcing me to write a romance novel by myself, which led to the delay in the birth of Snow Country..."

"You, you..." Kiyono Yuko was stunned and speechless.

What on earth did this guy eat to grow up with such a dark heart?
"Matsueda-kun is so scheming." Kobayashi Midori couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

In Professor Kiyono's eyes, Matsueda Kiyoaki is his disciple. The master-disciple relationship in Japan is very solid. If his daughter's refusal to help hinders the development of his disciple, then Professor Kiyono might even kill his own daughter for the sake of justice...

Feeling threatened, Kiyono Yuko bit her lower lip and said in great grief and indignation: "I'll just write it..."

Looking at her aggrieved and resentful look, it seems that if Matsueda Kiyoaki is not a human being, he could even treat her as a puff.

For the rest of the day, Kiyoaki Matsueda and Yuko Kiyono did not leave this door.

Under his guidance and advice (coercion and exploitation), Yuko Kiyono soon began writing the single volume of "The Girl Who Leapt Through Time".

Seventeen-year-old high school student Konno Makoto accidentally gained the ability to travel through time and space after a car accident. She often uses this method to solve many things in her life that bother her.

One day, a classmate named Chiaki confesses his love to Makoto.

In order not to destroy the friendship, Makoto chooses to travel through time and space again to avoid confession, but things become more and more complicated...

Yuko Kiyono, who has been single since birth, is an expert at writing romance novels, and her writing style is delicate and feminine.

The more she understood the script, the more surprised she was.

Mishima is really good at writing about love.

She had a strong feeling that this single volume and this novel would be a big seller!
The two stayed until very late before leaving Shinchosha.

There was a thin layer of snow on the ground, and under the light of the street lamps, the ground looked like a golden carpet.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight..." Kiyokatsu Matsueda looked up at the sky.

After hearing what he said, Kiyono Yuko also looked up.

A round bright moon hangs between the two buildings. Under the moon, there are tall buildings, thousands of lights, and snowflakes fluttering.

"Will I win?" she asked softly.

"We will win!" said Kiyoaki Matsueda with certainty. "After the victory, it will be time for a happy gathering."

"Hmph~ I'll believe you just once!" Kiyono Yuko glared at him coldly, then walked away towards the bright lights and revelry in her high heels.

After walking for a while, she turned back.

The young man still stood in the same place, looking up at the moon, letting the snow fall all over his body.

The mundane affairs of the world seemed to have nothing to do with him.

The quiet moonlight made his face look pale, his temperament extraordinary... and lonely.

Loneliness is just a temperament, not a state.

He looked at the moon, full of loneliness, probably because he was really tired during this period.

If there was no suppression from capital, he wouldn't be like this...

Yuko Kiyono's heart suddenly began to melt.

In the darkness, she secretly clenched her fists - she must write a good monograph of "The Time-Traveling Girl" to help him win this battle!
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During the rest of January, both Shincho and Bungeishunju were busy preparing for a major battle.

Confidence within Xinchao is at an all-time high.

Tokugawa Rinko, who read the full text in advance, is convinced that "Snow Country" is a masterpiece that deserves any kind of praise.

With the second young lady's approval, another vigorous campaign began.

#Mishima's Nobel Prize-winning work#
#A dream that belongs to every Japanese#
#The beauty of mono no aware is the eternal aesthetic orientation of the Japanese#
#“Snow Country” builds the foundation of Japanese people’s education and sensitivity#
As the new wave of propaganda began, Bungeishunju followed suit and started its promotion.

The novel published by Takaki Ikezawa is called "Dive Down", a World War II novel with Kamikaze soldiers as the protagonists. The whole text is full of extreme nationalism and militarism, and it was full of great controversy from the beginning of its promotion.

Bungeishunju has always been a right-wing stronghold and has long since stopped caring about such controversies.

Don’t care about reviews, only sales are real.

And just like that, February 1st arrived quickly.

The second head-on collision between the two major pure literature journals began on a fine day.
There were long queues in front of the doors of major bookstores. "Snow Country" and "Dive" occupied the areas on both sides of the bookshelf respectively, creating a situation like a competition arena.

Readers continue to pour in.

New books on the shelves kept being bought, and then the clerks kept restocking the stocks.

However, what is strange is that the "Snow Country" is in short supply and crowded with people, while the "Dive" is deserted with very few customers.

At nine o'clock in the evening, after all bookstores closed, accurate sales data was immediately transmitted.
"Xinchao" sold 18 copies on the first day, setting a new record for the first-day sales of a monthly magazine.

"Bungei Shunju", 3.6 copies on the first day.

The battle lost all suspense just one day after it began.

(End of this chapter)