Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 14: A mature woman with sexy calves

[The road becomes narrow and winding. We should be near Amagi Ridge. Just as I was thinking this, I saw the rain dyeing the dense cedar forest white...]

The meeting room became extremely quiet.

An editor-in-chief and a deputy editor-in-chief looked at the manuscript together.

His eyes changed from suspicion, to surprise, to seriousness, and finally to joy.

Those who can sit in their positions all have good literary accomplishment and discerning vision, and can naturally discern the excellence of the novel "The Dancing Girl of Izu".

Its content combines artistic value and popularity, so while it has an advantage in awards, it also has good commercial value.

The manuscript will definitely be passed.

Right now, the two leaders need to consider the question of when to publish it.

"Editor-in-chief, what do you think?" asked Editor-in-Chief Matsushita.

Deputy Chief Editor Murakami looked at the manuscript and lowered his voice: "Before this, I always thought that the book with the highest chance of winning the award was the signed book, Eggs and High Walls, but now I am more confident about this book, The Dancing Girl of Izu."

"It seems that the editor-in-chief and I have the same idea." Editor-in-chief Matsushita's tone was filled with unconcealed joy.

He even thought in his heart that the two books were not on the same level and that the level of "The Dancing Girl of Izu" was much higher.

"Panasonic, this may be an opportunity. Let's see if you can seize it." Deputy Editor-in-Chief Murakami said seriously.

Editor-in-Chief Matsushita looked up: "Xiao Lin!"

"Yes!" Kobayashi Midori responded immediately.

“Is this Mishima really a blank slate writer?”

"Yes, I have never submitted any work, nor have I published any work."

"What does he look like? Is he young and handsome? Does he have any unique personality traits or quirks?"

"Uh……"

Kobayashi Midori thought quickly and answered, "Very young and handsome, better looking than any other celebrity! He has a casual and unrestrained personality, and is not bound by rules..."

Hearing this answer, Editor-in-Chief Matsushita looked at the Chief Editor and said, "I plan to hold off publishing the book in the July issue until August. We can use this one and a half months to market the story of a young, handsome and talented writer and accumulate popularity. If he wins the prize, he will be a blockbuster. If he doesn't win the prize, the popularity accumulated from a month of marketing will help us increase the sales of the August issue."

"If you handle this matter well, it might be the lifeline for the Second Department."

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask you, the editor-in-chief, for help with the resources in the Propaganda Department."

"Don't worry about the promotional resources. I will give you everything I deserve. Remember, sales in July and August are the only factor that determines your survival..."

The two leaders spoke in low voices, and the people below could not hear what they said.

The editors below didn't dare to make any sound.

Editor-in-Chief Panasonic suddenly thought of something and looked at the intern.

As expected, she looked nervous and anxious, wanting to ask but not daring to.

Editor-in-Chief Matsushita didn't let her get anxious anymore. He nodded, but not directly. Instead, he said with some embarrassment: "The manuscript is still good. Let's give the new writer a chance."

"Whoo~"

Kobayashi Midori finally loosened her clenched fists and let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, before she even vented her anger, she hurriedly asked, "Editor-in-Chief Murakami, about that subsidy..."

10 yen may not be a lot for others, but she knew that Kiyoaki Matsueda was very poor, and 10 yen was a timely help for him.

"I've got it, I've got it." Deputy Editor-in-Chief Murakami waved his hand and agreed very readily.

"Thank you editor-in-chief!"

The stone in Kobayashi Midori's heart finally fell to the ground.

Nominating someone for the shortlist and securing a 10 yen signing subsidy was the best she could do for Kiyoaki Matsueda.

The 50 shortlisted works will be reviewed more discerningly and professionally by eight judges invited from the literary community. Whether or not a work will win the award will ultimately depend entirely on the judges' internal opinions, and publishers cannot interfere with the selection process.

"Come on, Izu's dancer..."

Kobayashi Midori murmured to herself, her heart full of anticipation.

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Kiyoaki Matsueda is not aware yet that he has received a 10 yen signing subsidy before his work has been published.

After leaving Shinchosha, he had nowhere to go so he could only wander aimlessly along Shinjuku Avenue.

We arrived at Yotsuya and strolled along the long embankment next to the railway towards Ichigaya.

The railway seemed to be drawn with a ruler, extending from the middle of the residential buildings, with the two steel rails reflecting the sunlight.

He had no destination and didn't know what to do, so he could only keep walking along the railway. Anyway, the weather was suitable for a walk.

When you reach Iidabashi, turn right, cross the Jimbocho intersection, and climb the slope of Ochanomizu.

It was a long journey and my feet were a little sore from walking.

The sky also became gloomy, and it looked like it was going to rain.

Standing in front of the gate of Ochanomizu University, Matsueda Kiyoaki looked around. There was a group of female college students gathering at the school gate.

His casual glance had already caught the girls' attention.

"That man was looking at me just now."

"You are shameless! People are obviously looking at me!"

"He's really handsome."

"Ai-chan, go get his Facebook or Twitter account."

"Why don't you go by yourself?"

The female college students were chatting and playing together, and before anyone had the courage to ask for the social media account, the handsome man had already walked away.

After leaving Ochanomizu, Kiyaki Matsueda walked south.

After passing Otemachi, we continued south along the moat of the Imperial Palace, passing the Marunouchi commercial district and Hibiya Park, and finally arrived in Ginza.

This is a representative of Japan's prosperity and also a glittering entertainment and business district.

Many luxuriously decorated izakayas and bars have already started business, and when you pass by the door and peek, you can see the bustling atmosphere.

There are the gentle singing voices of singers and the loud arguments of men.

There are a lot of strange people in the alleys behind the commercial buildings.

A heavily made-up woman of unknown occupation, a delinquent boy with an exaggerated hairstyle, illegally staying blacks and Southeast Asians, and a member of a violent gang with a ferocious look.

In front of a pink-lit store, a scantily clad woman pulls a Marlboro cigarette pack from her pocket.

He picked up a cigarette, lit it skillfully, and then looked towards the door with an attitude of watching the fun.

A passerby with no destination just happened to pass by.

The wind howled.

He hunched his neck against the strong wind.

He felt the air become thinner and his breathing became difficult.

He lowered his head and walked quickly into the underground passage, which was like walking into the open mouth of a huge man-eating monster.

After walking out of the underground passage, the rain finally started and Kiyaki Matsueda took shelter from the rain in front of a closed bar.

The streets of Ginza begin to light up.

The bustling lights and feasting, the gorgeously dressed fashionable girls, this is Ginza with infinite glorious moments... He just felt that all the excitement had nothing to do with him, he was helpless.

In the heavy rain, the bus was rushing around on the crowded road like a salmon.

A woman walked by leading a German Shepherd, and behind them were a few elementary school students who were running wildly in the wind and rain without umbrellas or raincoats.

From the music store across the street, the song "500 Miles" was heard.

"Carrying everything and leaving home."

"My home is far away, but it's hard for me to go back."

As he hummed this folk song, Kiyoaki Matsueda rubbed his sore nose, and suddenly he felt a sense of sadness of "dying in a foreign land".

The city was so huge, but not an inch of it was his home.

His home is west of the sea, but he can't go back.

He was just a rootless duckweed, drifting aimlessly in this foreign land, singing foreign folk songs alone.

"Young man, do you have nowhere to go?"

Suddenly, a soft, maternal voice sounded in front of me, bringing with it warmth, like a ray of sunshine piercing through the dark clouds.

Song Zhiqingxian was squatting at the door of the bar. He saw a pair of blue high-heeled shoes walking in from far away, then approaching and finally stopping in front of him.

The upper is made of brocade velvet, the steel buckle is inlaid with sparkling diamonds, and the toe and heel are very delicate, giving people a sense of fragility.

He looked up slightly and saw a pair of slender and well-proportioned calves, with skin as delicate and smooth as white porcelain.

Tiny drops of water rolled down the curve of the calf.

Kiyoaki Matsueda doesn't have any special sexual fetishes, nor is he particularly fond of legs.

But at this moment he suddenly realized something.

A mature woman with sexy calves stands in front of you in beautiful high heels in the pouring rain during the rainy season. She doesn't care if she gets wet, just waiting for you to look up and respond to her.

Very exciting.

Songzhi Qingxian didn't dare to look up.

He was afraid that the woman was not good-looking and would ruin the mood.

But what happened later proved that he was worrying too much. The woman was quite beautiful, even as pretty as Masako.

(End of this chapter)