Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 125 My Wife is Here

It has been almost a week since I came to the Youth Cultural Center.

Recently, people from publishing houses and print media have come to us.

Most of them are interviews with these new authors, and some editors-in-chief also come to read and accept manuscripts.

The Ministry of Education has cooperation agreements with various publishing houses.

The publishing house signs the book, and the Ministry of Education provides the corresponding publicity and resources.

This group of young authors has attracted national attention, and the Youth Culture Center has been quite lively in the past two days.

"What do you want from me, Mr. Takeda?"

The small reception room of the Youth Cultural Center is a convenient place for young writers to discuss contracts and sign contracts.

Longchuan Che blinked at the uniformed beauty in front of him.

The woman is still dressed professionally today, and she has a strong sense of being a workplace woman.

Mrs. Takeda raised her gold-rimmed glasses on her nose.

"Chiyo, please go out for a moment. I have something to talk to Mr. Ryukawa Tetsu alone."

The woman spoke seriously, and the young editor nodded and gave his senior an encouraging look.

Only after the troublesome people left could Longchuan Che look at the woman in front of him without restraint.

I don’t know if it’s the waist-tightening effect of the suit, but Longchuan Tetsu feels that she looks a little fatter.

When she leaned against the table, she swayed slightly like a soft-boiled egg, and her black hair was tied up in a charming bun.

"Longchuan Tetsu, have you finished writing your manuscript?"

As soon as her subordinate left, Mrs. Takeda stopped pretending.

She clasped her long legs wrapped in black stockings together with her hands, and looked at Longchuan Tetsu, who had clearly promised to give her work as soon as possible but had not made any move so far.

There was a hint of complaint in her tone, as if she was looking at a husband who couldn't pay his dues.

"It's so sad, ma'am, I thought you came to see me."

When he was with a woman, Longchuan Che was always a little lazy. He held his chin, leaned on the table, and looked lazily across, like a cat who wanted to take a nap.

"Look at you, tsk."

Takeda Takako sneered disdainfully and raised her head.

"I came here because you are my contracted author. I heard that you haven't written anything? That's too bad."

He was clearly very well behaved before, why did he become like this again after a while?

Looking at the arrogance on the woman's pale face, Long Chuan Che raised his eyebrows.

Mrs. Takeda is the type who won't learn her lesson unless she's beaten.

If you bully her for a while, she will obediently massage your shoulders, cook for you, feed you, and warm your bed.

But over time.

She just forgot about it.

Ryukawa Toru felt that when she was young, she was as lawless as Takeda Akane, but she has become more restrained in recent years of living in the mountain village.

"Well, it's so bad, I can't write anymore."

His wife came to urge him to submit his manuscript, and Longchuan Che suddenly lost interest in chatting.

He just stroked his hand, put his face down and fell asleep there.

The white light shone on the boy's hair. Mrs. Takeda opened her mouth, then ran over with a look of disappointment.

"What are you talking about, little bastard."

The wife turned Longchuan Che's face over.

It is now past ten o'clock in the evening. It is drizzling outside and the woman's body feels slightly wet.

The black stockings were damp and she took off her high heels and put them aside.

"do you know."

Mrs. Takeda pulled Ryukawa Toru's ear.

"Youth Award has subscribed to seven newspapers and magazines including Yomiuri Shimbun, Asahi Shimbun, and Mainichi Shimbun. During the Youth Award period, news related to you will be released every day."

Japan is known as the newspaper kingdom, with a newspaper circulation of 4699.9 million copies, which is difficult to change even with the rise of online media.

It has become a habit for many Japanese families to sit at the breakfast table to eat and open the newspaper that smells of ink every day.

"so much?"

Ryukawa Toru was a little surprised. The Yomiuri Shimbun and Asahi Shimbun are the most widely circulated newspapers in Japan, with a combined daily circulation of more than 20 million copies. What does 20 million mean?

Even if you are not interested in literature or youth appreciation, everyone will remember the group of young people who appear on the front page of the newspaper under the daily bombardment of information.

Although he is young and his works may not be outstanding.

But this huge amount of national attention is enough to ensure that their future lives will be smooth sailing.

“It’s really a huge investment.”

The Japanese government or the Ministry of Education made such a big fuss, and Ryukawa Toru smiled.

He then looked at Mrs. Takeda, who looked a little nervous.

The woman was wearing a suit and her hair was slightly wet. It seemed that she was in a hurry when she came here.

"Are you here to remind me not to miss this opportunity?"

Not many people in the Youth Cultural Center knew about this news.

This means that those who write works earlier and enter the public eye earlier will have more advantages.

Whether it is the subsequent voting or the future.

Quite a lot of Japanese people are watching this new generation of Japanese literature.

"Who reminded you? I'm afraid you'll delay my making money." The woman curled her rosy lips.

Sign the author of the Youth Prize and get the promotion from the Ministry of Education.

Even if you don’t make a big profit, you will never lose money.

"But I can't write, ma'am."

Long Chuan Che spread his hands behind his back, leaned back, and looked the woman up and down out of the corner of his eye.

Her butt was plump and thick. When she sat on the small bench, her buttocks were squeezed to both sides, making the bench feel a bit uncomfortable.

The semi-transparent black stockings were soaked with water, and the flower of flesh was faintly visible from Longchuan Che's perspective.

"Yan then reached into his bosom and found a jade-colored brush, which he gave to him. After that, he wrote a poem, but there was no beautiful sentence at all."

Long Chuan Che spread his hands, his eyes looking somewhat sad.

"Snake husband, you have run out of ideas."

Rain falls to the ground.

When Ryukawa Toru said this, Takeda Takako felt an inexplicable pang in her heart.

She didn't understand literature, but she always felt that it was a great tragedy that the man who burned down the temple and destroyed the Golden Pavilion in the heavy snow disappeared.

Some people have embezzled Japan's century-long literary fortune, but have only dumped out a few points.

There was the sound of someone walking on the floor and gradually going away at the door. Ryukawa Toru smiled and turned around, and found Mrs. Takeda pulling his arm.

"Then let's go."

The woman bit her red lips.

"If you can get a good deal on Snow Country, it will be enough for you to live on. If that doesn't work out, why don't you write The Golden Pavilion for the monk?"

The woman's words were quite earnest, and Longchuan Che, who was speaking casually, was stunned.

He was speaking to someone who might be watching him, but why did the woman look so sad?

Since ancient times, it has been rare to see a hero grow old or a beauty become gray-haired.

It seems regrettable to see literati whose creativity has run out.

The more brilliant a person is, the more it is lamentable when he or she becomes just like everyone else.

Longchuan Che squeezed the woman's hand.

"Madam, aren't we enemies?"

Longchuan Che touched the woman's face.

When the other party glared at him fiercely, he kissed the woman's eye again.

"I understand."

Longchuan Che felt it was a pity to let his wife leave tonight.

he asked the beautifully dressed lady as he took the woman back to his room and dumped her on her bed.

"Isn't this what it means when enemies meet, they become particularly jealous of each other?"

That night, Longchuan Che was particularly serious about what he did to his blushing wife, and the drizzle collapsed half of the bed foot of the youth center.

(End of this chapter)