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

Chapter 65 Killing Two Birds with One Stone
The stars in the sky are gone, but the lights on the ground are bright.

The magnificent ground built by humans reflects the scenery of the heavenly palace.

Skyscrapers reaching into the sky and silver blood flowing in the city.

Standing in the slowly rising elevator, watching the city unfold before his eyes bit by bit, Tanaka Koizumi would always sigh involuntarily:
"It's so beautiful."

The man looked outside through the transparent glass, thinking of the beautiful Miss Takeda.

The woman was as beautiful as the magnificent night view, and Tanaka Koizumi felt that it would be difficult for him to forget her.

"Tokyo, that's amazing."

Yoshimura, who was standing next to Tanaka Koizumi, looked at his friend in a daze and patted him on the shoulder.

The place the two men arrived at at this time was Kodansha, which is Japan's largest comprehensive publishing house and copyright holder.

Unlike Shinchosha's somewhat old-fashioned gate, Kodansha is located in Otowa, Bunkyo Ward, Tokyo.

Sky-high buildings rose from the ground, and an entertainment empire was established here with Kodansha as the core, including King Records, Kobunsha, Nikkan Gendai, and Seikaisha.

All along the way were various urban white-collar workers dressed in fancy clothes. When Yoshimura Shunichi was expressing his feelings, the secretary next to him, who was wearing a white business suit, smiled.

"Sorry sorry."

Yoshimura Shunichi scratched his head in embarrassment.

He is considered a middle-income person in Yamanashi, but he still feels a little cramped in this building that is like a city that never sleeps.

"What are you doing here at night?"

The slender ankles of the secretary who was leading the way were reflected on the smooth tiles. Yoshimura Shunichi used his hand to tiptoe Tanaka Koizumi, who had been silent since coming out of the private club.

It seems that his good friend has suffered too many setbacks recently.

Mingming finally became a best-selling novelist.

But the woman still looked down on him, and the manuscript he had worked so hard on was returned by Shinchosha.

At this time, his whole fat face was frighteningly gloomy, and the beautiful woman in a hip skirt in front of him was one meter away from the two of them.

Tanaka Koizumi did not answer his companions' questions.

Ta-ta-ta.

With their stiletto heels stepping on the smooth ground, the two were led to a reception area.

"Mr. Tanaka, please wait a moment. The general manager still has some work to deal with. I will let you know when I am free."

The woman made two cups of black tea, smiled at the two of them, and then walked into the office further inside.

It was not until the elegantly dressed woman left that Yoshimura Shunichi relaxed and leaned leisurely on the sofa.

This is the 48th floor of Kodansha, where senior executives work.

The environment is elegant and the snacks are delicious.

Yoshimura Shunichi also felt that he was enjoying the feeling of being an upper-class person.

"You come here so late at night just to see your general manager?" Yoshimura picked up the cup of black tea on the bone china plate and took a sip. It tasted much better than what he drank at school.

"Yeah." Tanaka responded calmly.

Although she said she would notify him when the general manager was free, the woman was very busy and he had only met her two or three times since he became a contracted writer here.

Tanaka Koizumi didn't know whether he could see the other party as things had not been going well for him recently, and he was a little worried at the moment.

"Wow, Tanaka, Osamu Tezuka."

Yoshimura Shunichi suddenly pointed at a photo on the wall in an exaggerated manner, and his loud voice lit up the sensor lights in the corridor.

There weren't many people on this floor, but even so, Tanaka couldn't stand his friend's constant surprise.

He pulled his tie and said impatiently.

"Kodansha is the largest comprehensive publishing house in Japan. It's no surprise that Osamu Tezuka has been here."

“When I was a kid, I saw his painting of ‘The Three-Eyed Prodigy’, and it brought back so many memories.”

Shunichi Yoshimura walked to the display board, on which was a photo of an old man wearing a beret and black-framed glasses.

Osamu Tezuka is one of the founders of Japanese comics, and his most famous work should be "Astro Boy". Yoshimura looked along the display board and saw Takehiko Inoue, Tatsuya Hiruda, Joe Shimazaki and others.

They are all well-known cartoonists or best-selling novelists.

"Tanaka, do you think there is a chance you can appear here as well?"

When Yoshimura Shunichi expressed his admiration for Kodansha, he smiled and asked a question to Tanaka Koizumi, whom he knew.

Tanaka Koizumi is a million-selling novelist. Although he is not as well-known as the above mentioned people, if he writes a few more works, he may have a chance to be on this display wall.

"They are just some popular fiction writers and cartoonists."

The short and fat man waved his hands impatiently, somewhat worried that his friend would be embarrassed if others saw him like this.

"You are such a person."

Looking at the masters on the wall and then at his disdainful friend, Yoshimura Shunichi sighed.

He always felt that his good friend was too crazy.

As a best-selling novelist, he also has a certain social status.

He just wanted to get into the literary world all day long. Seeing how he kowtowed to those writers just now, he wanted to say, "Thirty years in Tokyo Bay, thirty years in Xijing Bay, don't despise the poor middle-aged."

"You have a problem with pulp fiction authors?"

A faint voice sounded from the door of the reception room. The two people who were chatting were stunned and turned their heads at the same time.

Yoshimura Shunichi swore that he had never seen such a beautiful woman.

Beauty is three parts skin and seven parts bones.

The woman's face was very delicate, but what was even more attractive was her aloof temperament.

The bright lights behind her illuminated the corners of her eyes, and her delicate face seemed a little cold under her indifferent expression.

Her black hair fell on her shoulders like seaweed, and the haute couture suit she wore highlighted her tall figure.

The pencil skirt, light blue French shirt and tasseled earlobes sparkled with luxury.

The other person was very good-looking, but Yoshimura Shunichi was a little dazed.

"Ms. Takeda, why are you here?"

Yoshimura Shunichi didn't think much about it and didn't use any honorifics when speaking.

The woman in front of him was too similar to the parent of the girl he had met in Yamanakako. Although their temperaments were completely different, Yoshimura Shunichi still wanted to walk over and say hello in a familiar manner.

"Takeshi, General Manager Takeda!"

Tanaka Koizumi was so frightened that he even forgot to remind his friend that the executive he was going to meet looked very similar to Takeda Takako.

Although they look similar, their personalities and behaviors are totally incompatible.

Tanaka Koizumi ran over in panic and pulled his friend down.

"Manager Takeda, I'm very sorry for visiting you so late at night!"

Unlike those literati who could still smile and greet him, Tanaka Koizumi kept his head down and didn't dare to breathe.

He watched the pair of light silver high heels in front of him slowly move away and listened to the second-in-command of the Grand Club speaking.

"Shizune, has the list of nominees for the Edogawa Ranpo Award been announced?"

"The editorial department won't be able to give us the list until after the New Year."

"Did Abashaka Tsumabu submit this time?"

“I voted, but it’s been rejected.”

"Add him in, he's very topical."

The highest mystery novel award was manipulated by the woman in front of him, and cold sweat ran down Tanaka Koizumi's forehead.

The other party didn't care about their presence at all, and from a psychological point of view, they had the confidence to easily control them.

Although they looked the same, the woman in front of him was ten times more dangerous than the beautiful country woman.

(End of this chapter)