After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

"My opinion on this book is the same as yours. If it works well, it is very likely to save our poor performance, but the prerequisite is that the book can be successfully launched on the market."

"So using a Japanese pen name can circumvent this problem very well. It's just a simple matter of changing the Chinese name to Japanese."

"Editor-in-chief."

Yamada Kumata finally raised his head.

"I think Mr. Lu might not agree to something like this."

Although he had only met the boy once, Yamada Kumata inexplicably felt that he was a person with very strong independent ideas.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Inomata Shinichiro frowned.

"By the way, after all this talk, I haven't asked about the specifics of this Chinese writer."

"Mr. Lu's full name is Lu Qingfeng. He's very young and still in college. He has looks that rival those of an idol. I also learned that he's an excellent musician. Besides writing, he's also active in the Chinese entertainment industry."

"せいふう?"

Yamada Kumata introduced Lu Qingfeng's name using the Japanese pronunciation, so Zhugu had a feeling that he had seen it somewhere before, but he just couldn't remember where it was.

He quickly put the thought aside and focused more on the fact that the staff said the author was very young and still in school.

"Bageyalu, are you kidding me? How could a book like this be written by a college student?"

Inomata suspected he was fooling around with his intelligence.

Subconsciously, he already thought that the author of this book should be a young or middle-aged person who had spent a long time in Japan.

"How could that be? Teacher Lu is indeed a very outstanding young man."

Yamada came back regretting not taking a photo.

"Forget it, this kind of thing doesn't make much sense. Just do this thing I asked you to do well."

If the author is convinced, there will be no active promotion after the book is published, so it doesn’t matter whether the author is young or not.

"But……"

"Okay, it's time to get off work, and I don't need you to give me an answer right away. You can go back and think of a solution. Don't let me down, Yamada-kun."

"You can go out."

After throwing the problem to the staff, Inomata invited several other editors of the company to go to an izakaya for a few drinks after get off work.

Overtime work in Japan is extremely serious, coupled with family pressure, so husbands who bear the pressure have the habit of going to izakayas for a drink after get off work in order to temporarily relieve the high-pressure emotions.

Therefore, most of the izakayas commonly seen in Fuso are open at night.

After getting a little tipsy, I staggered back home before the last tram stopped running.

"I am back."

"Welcome back."

His wife came to the entrance, put slippers in place for him, and put his leather shoes into the shoe cabinet.

When I walked into the living room, the TV was still on, playing my wife's favorite variety show.

Several artists were discussing this picture.

“It’s really, really kawaii.”

A female celebrity he was not very familiar with clasped her hands together and used several interjections to express her inner feelings.

Zhugu opened his drunken eyes a little wider.

The face in the picture seemed familiar, and it took a while for my alcohol-corrupted brain to remember the news footage I saw that morning.

"Just as Xia Caijiang said, this Chinese boy who appeared on TBS Morning News today has gone viral on Instagram because of his pretty face."

"The name is Lu Qingfeng, right, Xia Caijiang."

Hearing this pronunciation again, Inomata suddenly thought of what Yamada had said to him.

The young writer is as good-looking as his idol and his name is pronounced exactly the same.

“Masaka…?”

……

"A magazine in Japan contacted me and said they hope to use a Japanese pen name when publishing the novel."

The Forbidden City concert is approaching, and Lu Qingfeng's rehearsal schedule with the Philharmonic is getting closer.