I am a literary giant in Japan

".In the boarding room without air conditioning, the small fan on level 3 made a shrill sound and shook its head from side to side like a kitten.

This is the second floor of the Examination Institute, about a 10-minute walk from Shin-Maruko Station on the Tokyu Toyoko Line.

The so-called examination center is a simple and cheap rental house specially provided to repeaters who prepare for exams in Tokyo all year round.

The room rented by Naoki Hanzawa was even more simple. Through the gap between the upper and lower bunks covered with eight straw mats, one could directly see the triangular black roof of the house opposite.

At eight o'clock in the morning, he finished packing and ran to the cram school where he worked, teaching fifth and sixth graders.

After completing his tutoring, he went to various job markets in Tokyo on an empty stomach, sending his excellent resume to various companies, ensuring that he would find a job he wanted in the first half of this year.

Of course, he actually has one and only one target, and that is the giant of Japan's banking industry, the Industrial Central Bank.

After receiving the interview invitation that broke the rules, Naoki Hanzawa finally felt like a top student in the Finance Department of Keio University.

During the Great Depression, the treatment of graduates from prestigious universities was far worse than before the bubble burst, and even top students like him had trouble finding jobs.

This society, this country, is sick!

Arriving a little earlier than the agreed time, a man in a suit stood upright under the scorching sun, holding a magazine.

After they introduced themselves to each other, the man nodded slightly and said that they had to wait for the other interviewee to arrive.

There are actually competitors?
Hanzawa Naoki's originally relaxed mood suddenly became tense.

After a while, a young man about the same age as Hanzawa walked slowly over, also gave his name, and gained the man's trust by using a secret code-like contact method.

The man looked around like a spy, and quietly led them to the back door of the Ikebukuro branch of the Industrial Central Bank.

Looking at the winding stairs that stretched to the invisible end, Hanzawa Naoki's mood changed again.

This was not his first time in the bank, but the feeling had never been so wonderful.

"Please wait here until your name is called. You can sit anywhere you like." After the man gave the order, he let Hanzawa and the other man sit down on the bench by the window.

When he arrived at the bank, Naoki Hanzawa realized that there were so many interviewees gathered there.

Originally I thought it was worth the bank's effort to break the rules and contact me, so my job search should be secure.

Now it seems that banks are indeed the most deceptive companies!
Everyone who comes here is a competitor. There is almost no small talk between them. They sit far away from each other, and even the glances they cast are full of hostility. "

It was because of Mr. Kitagawa that Tetsutarou Mori was able to patiently read through the book.

But as he watched, his whole body and mind were involuntarily immersed in the story of "Hanzawa Naoki", and he had completely forgotten his original purpose of coming here and other messy thoughts.

Now, he is just like the readers in the quiet bookstore who are flipping through the pages of "Mass" one after another, and are irresistibly attracted by the stories in the novel.

Hanzawa Naoki's era is very close to them, and they have experienced many social signs personally.

Especially the job-hunting experiences of the Examination Yuan and college students when they first enter the society, familiar scenes passed before their eyes, giving Mori Tetsutaro and others a very strong sense of involvement.

This is always the case with Mr. Kitagawa’s novels.

It is obvious that he has not even attended college, let alone had similar job-hunting experience, but what he wrote is so real that it can easily resonate with countless people.

"The story in this book is quite different from all the novels that Mr. Kitagawa has written before."

After reading the prologue, a shocking and surprising thought popped into Mori Tetsutarou's mind.

Today, everyone thinks that Mr. Kitagawa will no longer work on new themes and new writing styles.

After all, time and energy are limited in life.

You can't really invest your limited time into an endless literary creation career, right?

But now it seems that Mr. Kitagawa's desire to create is still strong, even stronger than before.

Popular literature is a category that all writers in the field of pure literature are very secretive about, but he directly touches on it in a very casual way.

Are you really not worried that if you fail one day, you will lose everything?
At this moment, Tetsutaro Mori's heart was filled with admiration for Mr. Kitagawa.

He continued to turn the pages of the magazine, and couldn't wait to read the most important plot in the first chapter - the interview of Naoki Hanzawa.

“.Walking to the designated table, two interviewers had been waiting for a long time.

They pointed to the empty bench, motioning for Hanzawa to sit down.

Such a strong sense of oppression.
Even though he had simulated the situation countless times in his mind, Hanze still felt a little uneasy when he faced these banking industry bigwigs face to face.

"So, Hanzawa-kun, why do you want to apply for this job? Can you tell us your motivation for applying?"

The person in charge of asking questions was the bank clerk in his thirties.

The younger man next to him seemed to be in charge of taking notes. He held a clipboard in one hand and looked at Hanzawa silently.

'I am interested in finance. I especially hope to contribute to society through banking work, so I would like to apply for a job at your bank.'

It sounds like a very ordinary and common answer, but it is the first trap that Hanzawa carefully prepared after careful consideration.

as predicted.

The other party asked again.

"I see, that's a good idea. But you mentioned banks, aren't there a lot of them?"

Wouldn't you be willing if it wasn't an industrial central bank?

With so many banks, I believe everyone can fulfill your wish.

I hope you can tell us honestly, where is your first choice? ''My first choice is of course the Industrial Central Bank. '

Hooked!
Banze raised his eyes, and his gaze suddenly became sharp.

This was exactly the question he needed!

Before the interviewer could ask more questions, he suddenly said boldly: "But, your bank was not my first choice."

Such an answer can easily embarrass and displease the interviewer on the spot, which is equivalent to a small soldier jumping up to taunt the opposing general before two armies go to war.

No matter how well-educated a general is, it is difficult for him to tolerate such provocation.

The expressions of the two interviewers changed, but their eyes were also drawn to Hanzawa.

'During the meeting with several seniors, I learned about the nature of the smooth flow of information within the industrial central bank, or the working style.

This is a charm that other banks do not have.

I want to work with colleagues like this.

They all say that banks are the same, but to me they are by no means equal.

It is my dream to work in an industrial central bank.

Dear teachers, my family used to run a small company.

Under my father's careful management, the small company has been in business for 20 years. Looking back on the journey, I know that it has not been an easy road.

Shortly after the bubble burst, when I was still a high school student, I returned home one day to find that many clients had come to my family’s company and they were making a lot of noise.

I listened for a while and found out that the merchant who was the main business target of my family's company had gone bankrupt.

I can still remember my father's face as he tried desperately to explain to dozens of creditors, "Our company is fine."

At that time, it was the bank that saved my father's company.'

'Oh? Your company sounds like a small or medium-sized enterprise, and it was saved by your local city commercial bank, right?'

'No, it wasn't. Kansai City Commercial Bank didn't help my family. They just stood by and watched.

My father trusted that bank.

However, once something went wrong, they immediately planned to withdraw their investment. Instead, it was your bank, which had few transactions but correctly identified the value of my father's business, that provided financing and helped us.

After hearing about this incident from my father, I wanted to join your bank.

I want to work in a bank, like your employees did, and help companies like my father's. That's what I want, so I changed my first choice. '

The interviewers did not respond.

Instead of responding, the clerk who asked the question and the clerk who put his hands on the clipboard stared at Hanzawa's face intently.

For a few seconds, the questioner seemed speechless, then he said quickly, "I see," and then glanced at the young clerk at the clipboard.

These things are very subtle, but they cannot escape Hanzawa's eyes.

When the interviewer fell silent after hearing this story, he knew that he had become an employee of an industrial central bank.

After working hard for four years, his goal was finally achieved, but Hanze showed no sign of being happy.

Because he knows that the road ahead is still long, and the future will be more difficult and rugged.

If he wants to achieve what he has in mind.

"Thank you. I'll let you know the result of the interview later. If we are destined to meet again, we will meet again."

"I am sorry for that."

Hanze stood up and walked towards the door filled with sunlight.

"call--"

“There’s something wrong with this story!”

"There's definitely something wrong with this story!"

"That's not what Hanzawa Naoki thinks!"

After reading the first chapter, a small number of readers with keen reading senses quickly realized that something was wrong.

They have read a large number of novels, have an extraordinary sensitivity to words, and are very familiar with Mr. Kitagawa's style.

There is a sense of strangeness between the lines of "Hanzawa Naoki".

It’s not that there’s anything wrong with the novel itself, but the character of Hanzawa gives people a feeling that it’s not the case.

Did he really join the Industrial Central Bank with the sole intention of becoming an excellent bank employee?
Why would you rather squeeze into an examination hall with such a bad environment than rent a good house?

Since my family runs a business in Tokyo, how could they possibly live in such poverty?
Tetsutarou Mori also thinks that this novel has big problems!
Fortunately, Mr. Kitagawa released the prologue and the first two chapters in one go this time, so he can continue reading the second chapter to answer his doubts.

The sound of papers flipping through pages could be heard one after another.

There were many readers who had the same doubts and curiosity. They were all reluctant to leave the bookstore and couldn't put down the magazines in their hands.

I hope to find out more about Mr. Beichuan's novel! (End of this chapter)