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

Chapter 166: Teacher Longchuan rectifies the workplace

"You, you dare to scold me?"

The expression on the woman's face was first confusion, then turned into shock of disbelief.

She is a traditional woman.

Tradition can also be described as being rule-abiding and old-fashioned.

In the island country where the culture of seniority and juniority is prevalent, he is both Ryukawa Toru's elder and his superior.

"You really don't seem to have experienced the torture of the Japanese workplace."

Takeda Shinki narrowed her eyes, but she was not angry. Instead, a smile bloomed on her cold face, which made people's scalps tingle.

"I was just asking in a friendly way, how can that be considered an insult?"

Longchuan Che curled his lips and refused to admit that menopause was an insulting word.

The woman was wearing a black suit, her back straight. She closed the documents on the desk and left without saying anything, patting Longchuan Che's shoulder lightly.

"What does she mean by that?"

Long Chuan Che was stunned. The other party had a condescending temperament of being lenient to his subordinates.

"perhaps."

Miss Imamura, who was working hard there, pinched her chin.

"Does that mean you're dead?"

The question was asked in an affirmative tone, and Ryukawa Tetsu rolled his eyes at the woman who was leaving.

"Let's go, let's go back together."

Longchuan Che didn't expect that he would be tortured by a vicious senior before entering society. Now it is eight o'clock in the evening. He packed up the things on the table and prepared to go back.

"Going back now?" The eldest lady pinched her delicate chin, "But we have only read two manuscripts."

The two of them came at four in the afternoon and stayed upstairs for a while.

The two of them only read a little bit of the vast sea of ​​submitted manuscripts, and Long Chuan Che waved his hand.

“The judges can seek assistance from the editorial department.”

Ryukawa Toru didn't know whether Editor-in-Chief Takeda deliberately didn't mention it or forgot that the two reviewers could find someone from the editorial department to review the manuscript together.

Fifty thousand manuscripts would be divided equally among ten editors, which means each editor would need to review five thousand manuscripts each. On average, during the shortlist period, more than two hundred manuscripts would need to be reviewed every day.

It is difficult for one person to complete such a huge amount of reading. The judges can find the editors of Kodansha and give their names to the manuscripts they like.

"Did Miss Takeda Takako tell you that?"

"How do you know it's Guizi upstairs?"

"Guess."

After hearing Longchuan Tetsu's explanation, the girl nodded. They came too late today and the editorial office was off work, so they couldn't find anyone to help.

"Well, then please, Mr. Gentleman, give me a ride."

Natsuko Imamura stretched with a smile, revealing a smooth belly under the fluorescent light. Ryukawa Toru looked at her curiously for a few more seconds.

"abnormal."

The eldest lady quickly put down her raised hand and glared at Longchuan Che with a red face.

"That's what Tokyo gentlemen are like." Ryukawa Toru shrugged.

Workplace bullying is going on in Kodansha, so my eyes shifted a little towards the izakaya across from Kodansha.

Unlike the eldest daughter who can only eat bento from convenience stores, Ryukawa Toru eats the home-cooked meals brought by his wife.

When the lights come on, the streets and alleys are illuminated by neon lights.

"Come on, Editor-in-Chief Saito, let's have a drink."

The lights in the izakaya were dimmed. Three or four middle-aged men were hugging women each. One of them was a bald man, toasting repeatedly to Editor Saito who had come to entertain them.

"No thanks, Mr. Oo."

Although he was accompanying the guests, Editor-in-Chief Saito had no intention of raising his glass. Japanese literati are actually clearly divided into classes.

Those headed by the monk Hongping, Mingzhijin and others are naturally the top-notch literati.

They have long experience, made great contributions, have outstanding works and have great social appeal. What they can do is probably the limit of literati. They protect the country and lives, have lofty ideals, and are respected wherever they go.

Below them is the group of people in front of them.

Ichiro Oobi made his debut in his early years with the Group Portrait Award. He has written excellent works such as "Fly" and "The Sun", and was nominated for the Akutagawa Prize once.

Shirakawa Ryuhei, who was born into a literary family, did not have many outstanding works himself, but he had a highly respected father, which led to his high status in the circle.

They all sound good, talented, and high-ranking, but...
"Think about me back then!"

Seeing that Saito Asuka was unwilling to drink, Obi Ichiro slammed the table.

A strong smell of alcohol hit him in the face, and Saito Asuka knew that the other party was going to say that he had dinner with a senior official in his early years, and that someone had praised his articles.

At this moment, the other party looked more like a workplace senior than a scholar.

"Saito, your teacher is Mr. Kaga, right? We talked about you together in our early years."

Ichiro Oobi put his arm around the Kodansha editor-in-chief's shoulder and spoke in a tone that was full of the attitude of a senior.

Saito Asuka sighed. These seemingly good writers actually haven't produced any outstanding works in recent years. They have lost their creative spirit and are relying on their qualifications and past resumes to survive in the literary world.

Now they probably only have one older brother, but the other party has brought out his own teacher.

Saito Asuka picked up the beer helplessly and took a sip.

"well!"

Ichiro Obi patted the other person's shoulder proudly. He liked it this way. He had more experience and debuted earlier, although Saito Asuka had written more than him in recent years and was more famous than him.

"No matter where you go, you must respect your elders."

Oo Ichiro admonished earnestly.

This is how it is in an island country, with a strong concept of seniority and inferiority. Sometimes even if you are capable, you will still be suppressed by these so-called elders. Saito Asuka looked a little helpless.

"By the way, I didn't see that young writer today."

Ichiro Oobi is the critic who commented on Ryukawa Toru's article some time ago. He is unable to write works now and has been relying on writing article reviews to make a living.

Longchuan Che became famous some time ago, so naturally he was also in his sights.

They said that his articles were good, but he was too young and inexperienced to take on such an important responsibility.

In fact, he is afraid of being overtaken by young people behind him. When it comes to rookies like Ryuukawa Tetsu, he always likes to talk about their age and qualifications.

“No.”

Shirakawa Ryuhei burped. He was arranged by his father to come in. Compared with Ryukawa Toru and the others, he was really here to gild his reputation. However, due to his age and seniority in the circle, no one said anything about him.

"Longchuan-san is still in school."

Saito Asuka took three or two minutes to digest the alcohol and said with a smile.

He was actually a little curious about what the young man looked like, as his friend Taro Ono admired him very much.

"No manners at all."

Ichiro Oobi frowned. Today was the first day of the review, and everyone would see each other every day for the next month. He felt that Toru Ryukawa should come over and toast him.

“This year’s Group Portrait Award.”

Xiaowei Yilang coughed and said in a leadership manner,
"We can't let the article selected by that little writer win the prize."

"Why?" a somewhat young voice asked the drunk middle-aged man.

"He is a junior, it is an honor for him to sit at the same judges table with us, how can he..."

Ichiro Oobi was stunned in the middle of his speech and turned to look at the young man with red lips and white teeth.

"Who are you?"

(End of this chapter)