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

Chapter 392: The girl's skirt held up all the sunshine and tenderness of midsummer 3
The awards ceremony was much busier than Tatsukawa Tetsu had anticipated.

Award ceremony, speeches, interview invitations.

He seemed to have suddenly become a very important person, and the gold-threaded suit attracted the attention of most of Europe.

The Irish House of Representatives awarded him the prize, and Joyce took it with him to deposit "The Ghost of Lexington" in one of the oldest libraries in Europe.

Flowers and glory bloomed before him until evening.

It was only in the evening that Tatsukawa Tetsu finally had time to rest.

"The Times interview is scheduled for 8 a.m. tomorrow, and Anne's New French Review also wants a time slot for you."

Takeda Maki sighed as she watched Ryukawa Tetsu rush off.

"I know you're anxious."

The woman raised her eyebrows.

"But there's someone you should meet first."

Having made plans to have dinner with his girlfriend at the Moulin Rouge restaurant, Tatsukawa Toru turned around and glanced at Takeda Maki.

The awards ceremony and luncheon had just ended, and Trinity College was filled with crimson flowers and half-empty champagne glasses.

A grand banquet came to an end, and from this day forward, Europe gained a new and promising writer, Tatsukawa Tetsu.

"Who?"

Longchuan Che loosened his tie, feeling that whoever it was should be scheduled for tomorrow, since Songzhi Muzi's flight was early tomorrow morning.

The time they spent together flew by, and such business activities are best put aside for the rest of their personal lives.

The boy looked at Takeda Maki with that kind of gaze.

"You think I'm your secretary, don't you?"

I had to help him organize his attendance for events and also help him decline personal invitations.

Takeda Maki laughed in exasperation, looking at Ryukawa Toru with a somewhat predatory gaze.

"Isn't this a case of the capable doing more work?"

Long Chuanche chuckled awkwardly, showing none of the dazzling brilliance he had displayed on the stage just moments before.

Some people are born for the big stage, and even Maki Takeda had to admit that Toru Ryukawa performed very well today.

He spoke with some prominent European writers and behaved very appropriately in front of the media.

"Next time, hire a secretary. I don't have time to handle these things for you all the time."

Maki Takeda picked up her phone and looked at it, then led Tatsuki Toru towards a coffee shop inside Trinity College.

The more famous the author, the more time they have to schedule, especially for authors like Tatsuki Ryukawa who have just won an award.

Prestige will spread all over the world with the announcement of the Frank Fiction Prize, and Tatsukawa Tetsu will become increasingly busy during this period.

"Isn't that too exaggerated?"

Longchuan Che raised an eyebrow.

In his mind, writers were just people who stayed at home writing, but after what Maki Takeda said, he felt that she was busier than she was working at Kodansha.

There were interviews and invitations.

Some well-known newspapers even send him invitations to write articles.

Regarding the boy's busy work schedule, Maki Takeda only told him to "adapt as soon as possible," and then took him to a café called PePerch Caférch.

"Even if I'm very busy lately, can't I start tomorrow?"

Longchuan Che slapped his forehead in exasperation. Perch Café was right across from the Kells exhibition and the old library.

The person that Maki Takeda just mentioned wanting to meet is clearly in this coffee shop.

"Oh?"

Some teasing voices rang out as the doorbell was turned on.

"Do I need to make an invitation to see Mr. Longchuan now?"

The slightly refined tone of the voice startled Long Chuanche.

I turned around and found it was someone I knew.

"How did you come?"

I was a little anxious at first, but suddenly I wasn't so anxious anymore.

I texted my girlfriend to ask her to wait a little while at the hotel. I was too busy during the day, so Songzhi Muzi and her wife went back first.

At this moment, only Tatsukawa Tetsu, Takeda Maki, and Ono Taro were present.

Some Trinity College students in the distance wanted to come over and talk, but they were stopped by the staff responsible for maintaining order.

"You really are different now."

Taro Ono smiled as he looked at the students in the distance. The Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award is Ireland's representative award.

Winning this award symbolizes recognition within the European literary world, and by a significant margin, signifying a high level of standing within the circle.

Many people spend their entire lives without ever achieving such an international honor. Taro Ono looked at the Book of Kells exhibition hall in the distance with a touch of envy.

"Go in and talk."

Tatsukawa Tetsu smiled; Ono Taro, the chief editor, was different to him.

I appreciate your recognition and support.

His presence convinced Tatsukawa Tetsu that not everyone in Japan was like Mishima Tsukasa.

The rich coffee highlighted the white hair at the man's temples. As the three sat down, Ono Taro thought for a moment.

"Are you really planning to join the Irish Writers' Association?"

Despite Ono Taro's relaxed demeanor around Hirohei, he was actually the one most eager to leave when Ryukawa Tetsu wanted to.

"The Ancient Capital" was never finished, and the traditional trilogy is only in its infancy.

Things are sad, mysterious, and wabi-sabi.

With Tatsukawa Tsutomu gone, who will write these things?

Taro Ono really wanted to grab those people in China and start cursing them.

"Just asking."

The other party seemed a little nervous, so Long Chuanche smiled.

Sending letters back home was just to check out the process; a literary award nomination in Ireland wouldn't be enough for Tatsukawa Tetsuya.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Ono Taro felt a little relieved after hearing Tatsukawa Tetsu's answer, and then he looked at Tatsukawa Tetsu with a wink.

"Guess what message I brought this time?"

There was a sense of excitement in the man's eyes.

It's that feeling of finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel after decades of perseverance.

The dark clouds overhead dispersed, and the clear sun shone down on us.

"Is your wife pregnant again?"

Ono Taro has a daughter, but the other party keeps saying they want a son, Ryukawa Tetsu casually remarked.

"Don't talk nonsense."

When the other person suddenly said this while they were talking about serious business, Maki Takeda kicked Tatsukawa Tetsu with her foot.

"Ono Taro has come to inform you about the change of chairman of the Japan Writers Association."

Ono Taro was thrilled to hear the exciting news from Takeda Maki, while Ryukawa Tetsu looked at the two of them, completely bewildered.

These two people.

One looked excited, the other found it amusing.

Everyone seemed to think this matter was very important, except for Long Chuanche, who was completely baffled.

"so what?"

"I asked Tatsukawa Tetsuya in a hesitant tone."

"Someone wants to arrange for you to run for office." Takeda Maki looked at Ryukawa Tetsu with a solemn expression. The sudden news startled Ryukawa Tetsu.

Japan Writers Association

It's actually a semi-official, semi-unofficial organization.

The slogan is to organize and promote literary creation, carry out literary exchange activities, and promote the development of literature.

However, Tatsukawa Tetsu knew that this association had a great influence.

"It was proposed and created by Seiichi Taro Miyako fifty years ago. It is a rope that binds Japanese intellectuals together."

The reason why Hirohira has such a great influence in Japan is inseparable from the Japan Writers Association he founded.

In the intellectual circle, those at the top rely on beliefs and ideals, while those at the bottom are driven by self-interest.

The Japan Writers Association holds a significant portion of the copyrights of its authors, and lower- and middle-level creators often receive subsidies from the association.

"Who's so desperate as to push me?"

Ryukawa Tetsu smacked his lips. The Japan Writers Association was a huge pie, but he was a villain that everyone hated.

"Hongping."

Ono Taro uttered a name that Tatsukawa Tetsu hadn't expected.

(End of this chapter)