People in Tokyo, the world is clear

In fact, he may not have achieved his goal.

But, I still said that.

Maybe this means that the girl Qingshan is very important to this guy?

After saying goodbye to the young man named Kobayashi Mori, Tetsuko Aida took out her makeup box and mirror from the bedroom and quickly put on some makeup.

Looking at her reflection, she pursed her lips to even out the bright lipstick.

I recalled that figure who seemed to be unperturbed by fame or disgrace at all times, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

As I get older, after the crazy and undisciplined period, I begin to yearn for the calmness of maturity.

This guy named Xiao Linsen has a similar temperament. It is hard to imagine that he is actually a young man in his twenties who can be called a boy.

If I hadn't been tired of love over the years, maybe I would actually consider pursuing a little boy like this?

We are not short of money. Raising a child like this is not that difficult.

The woman was amused by the sudden idea and curled up the corners of her mouth.

It's crazy.

What strange fanciful thoughts.

He casually took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes from the storage compartment on the table.

He held it in his mouth and took out the lighter disguised as an ornament from his pocket. After thinking for a moment, he put it down and took off the long and thin object in his mouth.

It's time to meet guests.

I had a good social event today.

A magazine organized an exclusive interview and I was invited to take some pictures to accompany the interview.

The person who invited me was very generous. So much so that even I was impressed.

More importantly, the background of the client...

I don’t know who is the lucky one to get the opportunity to be praised by that person.

Tetsuko Aida, who was retouching the nail polish on her hands, laughed a little.

I got up, changed into a set of outer clothes, put on shoes, and took my equipment and went out.

I soon met up with the magazine staff at the door of a popular light luxury restaurant.

"Aida-sensei!"

The other party was a young girl who had been working there for about one or two years. She was very respectful and even looked at me with admiration.

Lacking social experience, she was naturally easily manipulated by Tetsuko Aida and was soon amused into looking up at her seniors and older sisters in a cute manner.

Following beside him, he began to talk about some requirements and details in detail.

"We'll complete the first half in the restaurant first, and the second half back at our office. Thanks for the extra trip."

"Uh-huh."

"Also, during the interview, you're free to take photos of any scenes and details. We've obtained the teacher's permission. As for more specific subject matter requirements, color photos are preferred..."

I am no longer a novice photographer and have experienced a lot of business. Naturally, I am familiar with this kind of thing to the point that I don't need to mention it much.

However, out of respect for the person who makes quick money, Tetsuko Aida still maintained a polite smile and allowed the person next to her to enrich her workplace communication experience.

But I was already yawning in my heart, lazily thinking about the image of the interviewee.

I heard that he is a writer. So, when the time comes, just shoot a little bit of temperament and style.

If your appearance is good, this is not difficult.

So, what does it look like?

With this thought in mind, the woman heard the hurried footsteps of the people around her.

He took a few small steps past me, stood in front of me, stood in a seat by the window, and gently completed the etiquette of bowing.

Then, he took three steps to the side, revealing the interviewee's image, allowing Tetsuko Aida to take a few steps forward, enough to shake hands and then land at a distance opposite him, so that he could see him clearly.

Well, it's a man, surprisingly young.

In my twenties...

...

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In an instant, the woman who stopped walked opened her eyes slightly and almost stayed where she was for several seconds.

An expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

It was probably a gaffe, but it seemed to be expected by the interviewee on the other side.

He looked over.

A rare smile other than calmness appeared in his eyes.

He stood up and held out his hand to her.

"Please give me your guidance, Mr. Aida. Just call me Itsuki."

Chapter 77: Born with a Mask, Hard to Let Go

In the mid-1980s, Tokyo was experiencing a boom in the number of publishing houses.

The root cause is that wealthy Beijing residents have spare money.

In addition to the material needs of going to nightclubs to dance, there are naturally spiritual needs.

There is an urgent need for opinion leaders to emerge from somewhere to sell some high-brow knowledge, so that people can indulge in self-improvement and have more face-saving topics to talk about in daily interactions.

In the era when PCs and even the Internet were not popular, apart from television screens, one of the most important ways to receive information was newspapers and subscribed magazines.

Those who have navigated the commercial landscape and have established themselves are naturally well aware of these opportunities. Any company or even literary society of any size wouldn't mind recruiting a few people to launch a publication related to their field. The more affluent would even rent space to set up a dedicated subsidiary magazine.

The fields involved are diverse.

For example, a large number of car magazines that will be discontinued in the future mainly focus on the analysis of car models and performance, which is lacking in nutrition. They are just playing the national pride of comparing the quality of Japanese cars with overseas ones, and are complacent with long pages boasting about their advanced technology.

There are also stock secrets that guide people to efficient investment, full of investment strategies with expert comments, and teaching how to deal with technical adjustments.

There were also plenty of lifestyle publications. For example, "Housewife," which advised the new generation of housewives on how to build a refined lifestyle through consumption, was filled with articles on how fashion and luxury goods can shape their temperament. I vaguely remember a publication like "Future in Another World" that, in the early 1990s, was still teaching housewives how to choose expensive cosmetics and toys. A year later, after the bubble burst, it pivoted to teach humorous stories about how to make cheap bento boxes below market price.

The less popular ones are art and fashion. They are not so dazzling, but they still have a stable audience.

In fact, this field is not very welcoming to new publications. In the art world, there are still a few publications collecting works by emerging artists, but in the literary world, it is not an exaggeration to say that the situation is relatively calm.

Several established literary magazines have established themselves firmly.

"Bunny Spring and Autumn", "Literary World"...

Various local literary publications are also divided into different categories, and the likes of Waseda Literature have a long history.

The audience group has been a group that has existed since ancient times and is difficult to increase or decrease.

But there is always a way for new freeloaders to get a piece of the pie.

Future Writers, a magazine that has seen a brief rise in recent years, is one such magazine that takes a different approach. Instead of focusing on the content of literary works themselves, it devotes more space to the creators behind the works, that is, the authors who create the literary content.

More importantly, the focus is unique. The show rarely invites established figures, focusing instead on emerging talent who have recently won major awards or have achieved impressive commercial success. It delve into their daily lives and anecdotes.

To put it more clearly, the main focus is on off-field gossip that everyone is somewhat interested in.

In business, there are certainly more distinctive and ruthless jobs that create gimmicks to serve sales.

For example, the cover photo of the journal asks a best-selling queen to put on beautiful makeup and lie in a bathtub full of bubbles to take a beautiful artistic photo to show her independent femininity, or asks a young writer who claims that his idol is Mr. Mishima to put on samurai clothes and kneel with a samurai sword on his knees, creating a tribute that is quite contemporary and a bit of a hellish joke.

It is a gossip publication in the literary circle that has opened up an independent track.

Because it has done a lot of such tricks in the past two years, it has attracted many orders from curious people and can be regarded as one of the popular magazines.

However, because of this way of playing, its reputation in the literary circle is not very high.

Those in the know understand the magazine's essence: it continually invests in new and emerging writers, both established and rising, to create buzz. Over time, the value of its covers and even its interviews rises.

After that, it is a natural thing to rent out advertising space based on this - whoever is willing to spend money to promote someone will also choose to involve this company in the overall promotion process to ensure that it is done beautifully, cleanly and neatly.

This is an open secret within the industry, but since it doesn't create any conflict of interest, it's accepted.

Many publishing houses will even take the initiative to contact this magazine for cooperation and promote their promising new talents.

Over time, it has become a strange industrial chain.

The ones who are most miserable are probably those poor people with even less background, whose invisible publicity resources are quietly squeezed out.

A classic example is Lin Sen.

But what I never expected was that one day, the situation would be reversed.

There was a strange feeling in his heart, but he quickly calmed down. He glanced at the female photographer who was adjusting the camera next to him, and then looked at the interviewer who was sitting upright in front of him.

She flipped through the manuscript, considering the order of the prepared questions.

"So, it's said that Itsuki-sensei once wrote 10,000 words a day. He also often produced at an exaggerated speed. Is this true?"

"It's true."

This generous admission also made the subsequent questions more logical:

"Teacher Goki, you should also understand this. According to common sense, this speed is not very reasonable. Generally speaking, there is often a relatively clear upper limit to the speed at which writers can hone their skills. Generally speaking, a novel with more than 100,000 words often takes several months or even more than half a year to polish."

"That's true."

Lin Sen put on a serious expression and listened to the narration. He vaguely heard a light clicking sound beside his ear.

He actually doesn't like taking photos. Generally speaking, he has the habit of unconsciously looking past faces.

But the image of a person lying there, crying and sleeping in a daze, appeared in my mind, which helped me stop the movement.

The diligent magazine editor in front of me guided the direction of the pre-designed topic amid the sound of photography.

"In other words, with Mr. Goki's extraordinary writing speed, will the quality of his writing decline? Or do you have some special techniques?"

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Regarding these questions and answers, there had actually been some simple communication before the interview began.

Regardless, a magazine's interview section needs to have compelling content. This is its foundation.

But Mr. Goki's problem is that he has no experience in winning well-known awards, nor does he have any commercial sales results as a foundation.

As for the well-known literary masters in the circle, I can’t say that we are close friends regardless of age difference, but we can say that we are strangers. The main way of communication is to send messages to each other.

It is the ultimate three-no product.

It can be said that, let alone this new editor who looked like he had only been working for one or two years, even the editor-in-chief of the magazine would have to squint his eyes and put on the expression of an old man using his cell phone on the subway when looking at Lin Sen's career resume as a writer.

But even so, the magazine did not seem to choose to refuse.

The move to the stables forest Qiqi

There is no other reason, it’s just that the client gave too much.

Or in other words - it's a bit too much.

Lin Sen was somewhat curious about the true identity of the girl who called herself "Yukiko".

I can probably tell a thing or two from the attitude I mentioned to the magazine editor-in-chief during my previous meeting with him.

Out of respect for Yukiko's reluctance to reveal her real name, Lin Sen didn't go to anyone who might know the truth and ask them about it.

Maybe it's more than just being wealthy. Maybe there's some background involved.

At least, it was enough to support the girl in letting her weird temper run wild.

He is definitely not a simple person.

But no matter how incredible the person behind the scenes is, he still needs to have some ability to seize opportunities.

Lin Sen had to come up with some gimmicks.

After much thought, I can only focus on the writing speed.

But there's another problem. When it comes to literary creation, at least in the current Japanese literary world, "speed" isn't really a characteristic worth praising.