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

Chapter 132 The Handsome Writer's Pillow Business

Chapter 132 The Handsome Writer's Pillow Business
Soon the young man grew taller and taller.

The black suit made his shoulders look somewhat broad, and his slender waist was faintly visible under the hem of his clothes when he walked.

"Where... where?"

Aren't we here to discuss cooperation and sign a contract? Where did Long Chuan Che suddenly take me?

Before the wife could calm down from her hesitation about which page to choose, she was dragged to Gate No. 1 by Longchuan Tetsu.

"You must be too tired to come here, take a rest first."

Longchuan Che turned around with the key in his hand. The sunlight shone on the ends of his hair, and the boy smiled gently at the woman.

The boy is very handsome, but he doesn't smile much.

At this moment, the handsome face smiled at Mrs. Takeda at the door, and Mrs. Takeda's heart skipped a beat for unknown reason.

It was a bit like the scales of light escaping from the surface of a calm lake, dotted on the boy's face.

The feeling of the warm spring sun was so wonderful that the wife swallowed her saliva with some dryness.

"Inexplicable."

The woman snorted and walked into the other person's room. She knew what Longchuan Che was planning.

Kodansha has the largest market share.

Among them, they also have the largest number of youth magazines and popular reading materials.

The premise of the healing work is to let those teenagers see that the Youth Award has had its influence reduced to the minimum by Monk Hongping.

If Ryukawa Che wants more people to see "Hear the Wind Sing", he must bundle it with a magazine with good sales.

"Listen to the Wind" doesn't have many words, so if the formatting is good, it can be published in several pages.

Longchuan Che is now setting his sights on himself.

The corners of his lips curled up into a smile, and his eyes showed pride.

Mrs. Takeda was wearing black stockings, a tight skirt, and a Milanese blazer today.

Her waist is slender and she is wearing a light brown top underneath. Her plump figure seems to overflow from the gap between her arms.

The wife raised an eyebrow.

"At best, I can only give you a chance to be published in Group Portrait."

Listen to the Wind Sing has the smoothness of lotus beads rolling on the surface, but it is also a purely literary work.

Mrs. Takeda’s judgment was correct, but Ryukawa Toru wanted more than that.

"check it out."

Longchuan Che rummaged through the drawer and pulled out a small transparent umbrella.

"you you you!"

Mrs. Takeda blushed and took two steps back in her high heels.

"Oh, sorry, I got the wrong one."

Longchuan Tetsu held a transparent square object with his two slender fingers. It tasted like strawberry, and the boy held it in his palm.

"it is this."

Longchuan Che took out two more manuscripts from the drawer and put them in the hands of his nervous wife.

The woman's face was slightly red, and her long black hair was tied up in a very charming way.

It's broad daylight now, and there may be people from the Ministry of Education waiting for the result outside. She can't do that with Ryukawa Toru.

"You...stay away from me."

The woman's beautiful buttocks were leaning on Ryukawa Toru's desk, and outside the window was the sparkling water. Mrs. Takeda came here today to discuss business, not to joke.

"Have a look."

The handsome young man stuffed the unopened small umbrella into the wife's waist buckle, put his hands on the table, and gently moved the wife apart with his knees.

"Busy with business, Ryukawa Tetsu!"

The woman's hips were pressed against the edge of the table, with the window behind her open.

The wind blows the hair tips and the body feels warm.

She put her arms around Longchuan Tetsu's neck, holding a piece of white paper, and could only see the words "Pinball in 1973" and "A Wild Sheep Chasing Adventure" on the manuscript.

"Madam, your waist is so thin."

He had clearly asked me to watch, but he tore open the two pieces of buang on his trouser legs, hugged his waist, and let something support him. "You are not such a bully, Ryuukawa Tetsu."

Mrs. Takeda was about to cry.

The window behind me was open, and I didn't know if anyone could see it, although at first glance it looked like the boy was just hugging himself normally.

"Who bullied you? Come and see."

Longchuan Che buried his head in his wife's neck, which was so soft that it gave people goose bumps subconsciously.

"You, don't move."

We really can't do anything rash today. Mrs. Takeda calculated the days and leaned tremblingly against the other person as she flipped through the manuscript in her hand.

"Pinball 1973" and "A Wild Sheep Chase"

The two works are of the same style as the "Hear the Wind Sing" we just watched.

It’s still about my experiences as an adult.

"Pinball in 1973" tells the story of searching for the pinball of childhood.

"A Wild Sheep Chase" is a story that searches for the internality of the theme.

Haruki Murakami uses this youth trilogy to show the young people a journey of self-healing.

From "Hear the Wind Sing", it is like a breeze blowing from afar, mixed with the breath of youth. You try to catch it foolishly, but in vain.

Although there is a physical search for the pinball in "1973", the pinball is still engraved with the mark of my youth. I cannot calm down my restlessness today, and I want to soothe my soul in the search, temporarily hide in the world I have built, and escape the heaviness of reality.

Finally, although the "I" in "A Wild Sheep Chase" is still searching, he is no longer sentimental or escapist, but is more willing to work hard to explore the root of things.

Haruki Murakami spent three years writing about the lost generation after the Japanese student movement, and it is also the most suitable work for the Japanese teenagers who have been devastated by Hirohei's blow.

“Teens need a sense of identity.”

Longchuan Che grabbed a corner of the cloth and pulled it aside.

"Listen to the Wind" tells them not to care too much about what the outside world thinks, and the last two parts tell them to find their own hearts.

Longchuan Che smiled as he left kiss marks on his wife's neck one after another.

"Give me all the space you can publish. How about I publish the last two volumes here?"

Magazine, serial.

Many of them are prepared for single-volume publications.

That’s the real money-making stuff.

The wife was kissed by Longchuan Tetsu and felt a little wet and dazed.

"Too much."

Mrs. Takeda pleaded a little.

One or two pages would be fine, but there were so many novel magazines in Kodansha, and she helped Ryukawa Toru to publish them all. If there were no subsequent results, her sister would skin her alive, not to mention the people in the editorial department blaming her.

"Not much, ma'am."

Ryukawa Toru has secured the layout of Kodansha, and so has his wife.

He placed his wife's hands on her waist.

"Weren't you chasing me the other day? I'll give it all to you this time."

There are three novels, one of which, "Listen to the Wind", is used to open up the market, and the last two are used to make money.

What teenagers need is a sense of identity. As long as the first step can open their hearts, everything will fall into place.

"Hurry up, ma'am, it's time to stamp it."

The wife hesitated, and Long Che tore off the plastic shell on her waist and slapped her on the face.

The other party obviously disagreed and wouldn't let me leave the door.

Mrs. Takeda gritted her teeth.

"Little bastard."

Fumbling to stretch out the rubber membrane, the wife sat on the table behind her.