After my divorce, I became a Tokyo literary giant

Chapter 46 You'll Get What You Want
At 11:00 am, in front of a restaurant in Ginza.

Editor-in-Chief Yamada walked into the store from the parking lot in a bad mood.

Because the sales of "Gunzo" suffered a setback this month, he has been criticized a lot recently and was even given an ultimatum: he has two months to save his career, otherwise he will go to the Hokkaido branch and stay there until retirement.

"Welcome." Two receptionists in kimonos greeted.

Both waitresses were very pretty and had sweet voices, but Editor-in-Chief Yamada still had a gloomy face and was in a very depressed mood.

After entering the gate, it was clearly noon, but the food stall was deserted.

There was a stage in the center of the guest seats on the first floor. Someone was performing "Gion Song" on the stage, and a few people were sitting on the mats below.

It was obvious that the place was booked out.

"Oh, Editor-in-Chief Yamada, you're finally here." The waitress at the restaurant came up to greet the guest.

The female waiters are usually the face of high-end Japanese restaurants. Their attitude and behavior represent the overall level of the restaurant. They not only need to have a high level of attainment in etiquette and the introduction of dishes, but also have extremely high emotional intelligence to make guests feel at home.

The female manager of this restaurant looked to be about forty years old. She was quite pretty and had delicate makeup and neat makeup on.

In fact, these older female generals are more attractive than young girls.

Because they know how to take care of guests more attentively, their movements are elegant, their speech is appropriate and they have good eyesight. They can take care of all kinds of guests naturally and meticulously, making people feel like they are "cared for by a mother".

Editor-in-Chief Yamada felt a little better after seeing the female general.

"Please take a seat, everyone is waiting for you." The female general smiled, took his hand and led him to a seat.

There were already five people sitting in the seats below the stage.

They are all friends in the industry who were invited by Editor-in-Chief Yamada through his connections. There are well-known writers and university professors, and they all have complex and huge networks of connections behind them.

We gathered together today mainly to discuss the sales arrangements for "Gunzo" next month and to target "Aoba".

In order to make them have fun, Editor-in-Chief Yamada also arranged a geisha to accompany each person for drinking.

Now in broad daylight, these old men in their fifties and sixties are hugging the young and beautiful geishas, toasting each other with wine, and they are having a great time.

Yomiuri Okamoto also has a seat.

Hojo Aiko knelt beside him to serve him, but there was no seat.

At a banquet of this level, she, a mere editor, could only serve as a waiter.

"Did you all have fun, teachers?" Editor-in-Chief Yamada sat down in his seat.

"Thanks for the treat."

Ikezawa Natsuki, who had the highest seniority, status, and was also the oldest person present, laughed.

He is a well-known novelist and translator in the Japanese literary world today. He has won many Japanese pure literature awards such as the Akutagawa Prize and the Tanizaki Prize, and is also one of the permanent judges of the Akutagawa Prize.

However, his reputation in the industry is not very good.

He is often ridiculed because he used his connections in the literary and publishing circles to make his daughter, a voice actor with no talent, become the winner of the Nebula Award, the most prestigious short story award for Japanese science fiction.

As the organizer of the meeting, Editor-in-Chief Yamada sat down and slowly talked about the shady incident of the Group Portrait Award some time ago.

"Humph!"

Speaking of this, Ikezawa Natsuki showed disdain on his face and cursed: "What an ignorant fellow who doesn't know his place and doesn't understand the rules at all!"

"Teacher Ikezawa is absolutely right! This guy has absolutely no regard for any of you teachers!" Okatake Yomiuri exclaimed. "How can a mere blank slate author even be considered for awards? Just signing him is already the greatest reward he can receive, yet he dares to slander the publishing house. What an ungrateful villain!" Speaking of Mishima, Ikezawa Natsuki was filled with disdain and mockery.

Okatake Yomiuri agreed with him and immediately said, "He's just debuted, and he's already challenging the authority of the publishing house. If he sells a few more books and wins an award or two, won't he be able to piss and shit on all the teachers?"

"Honestly, I have concerns about this," Editor-in-Chief Yamada said gravely. "According to what I've heard, Mishima's third book will be published in the October issue of Aoba. If it continues to sell like hotcakes, he'll truly be disrespecting you, the teachers."

"Don't worry, brother Yamada!" Ikezawa Natsuki said with disdain, "You're just a new writer, you can't cause any trouble. This time I'll stand by you and help fight that old Fujimiya!"

The other people listened and nodded in agreement.

They are all senior veterans and have great influence in the literary world.

They don't care whether the group portrait appreciation is fair, but they care about the order in which the strong prey on the weak.

Now there is a young man who has just entered the industry and dares to disobey this order and jumps out to accuse the rule makers.

Is this still available?

If he dares to resist injustice today, he will dare to kill the Prime Minister and rebel tomorrow!
In Japan, a society that attaches great importance to seniority and seniority, young people who do not follow the rules are absolutely unwelcome.

The people present were all senior veterans and the most direct beneficiaries of the current system.

Everyone has been a humble junior. Now that they have finally made it and their predecessors enjoy privileges, they must of course continue to maintain the relationship between superiors and subordinates.

Class concepts and hierarchy are deep-rooted problems in Japanese society.

An unruly rising star like Mishima would never be tolerated by the top brass.

Everyone loves the story of the underdog rising to power.

But they are the ones being defeated.

Oh, you ignorant person, you gained fame by slandering the group, but what did you prove?

If you take advantage of the lack of popularity next month, can you still continue to be popular?
Can you continue to be popular when literary giants collectively boycott you?
It's simply impossible!

We, the old veterans, must nip these newcomers who “don’t follow the rules of the game” in the bud!
"Come on, cheers! Santian, brother, don't worry. A few old classicists and I will still boycott Mishima and support Okatake Yomiuri next month!" Ikezawa Natsuki raised his glass with a proud look, "It's time to teach this young brat a lesson!"

"Cheers~"

Editor-in-Chief Yamada raised his glass, his lips gradually widening.

The frustration I had been suffering these days was finally relieved, and I couldn't help but feel proud.

You're so arrogant, Mishima! I'll let you be so arrogant for a month, but next month you'll definitely have a hard time...

He had been in the industry for thirty years and would never accept the consequences of his career being ruined by a young boy. Even if he died, he would drag someone down with him and destroy Mishima as well...

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At the same time, in another restaurant called Arashiyama, Yukiho Yonekura inserted the USB drive into her laptop and began to look through the manuscript of "A Wild Sheep Chase".

As she looked at him, her beautiful eyes became full of brilliance.

My admiration is beyond words.

If my bestie doesn't want a husband like this, I'd really feel sorry for her, hehehe...

(End of this chapter)