Nagayama Naoki was a little confused by the call from Yoshimura Otomo. He suddenly received such a call in a good morning.
On the other side of the phone, Yoshimura Otomo was talking about the reason: "Actually, when Junko Into released her second single, a friend from the Composers Association asked why Naoki-san hadn't joined yet.
Composers Guild, and then they talked about it."
"Eh? Didn't it say that participation in the Composers Guild is voluntary? Do you have to participate?" Nagayama Naoki always felt that it was very troublesome, "After joining, there will be a lot of meetings and the like to attend."
"There shouldn't be many meetings, maybe once or twice a year. It's more about facilitating communication between composers and protecting the rights of composers." Otomo Yoshimura said, "For example, if for JASRAC (
When you have questions about the division of the Japan Music Copyright Association or feel that your rights have been infringed upon, when facing such a large organization, you should have someone to back you up."
"Speaking of which, Naoki-san should really participate in some gatherings in the industry~" Yoshimura Otomo continued, "Do you know what your friends from the Composers Association said about you?"
"Eh?? I don't even know him, right?"
"Yes, you are now called a 'lonely creator' or a 'maverick composer' in the composer circle."
Hearing such a stylish title, Nagayama Naoki actually felt a little proud: "Isn't this a good job? To have such a popular title, maybe there will be more sayings like 'the guy who all has famous songs' in the future.
Woolen cloth."
Yoshimura Otomo suddenly felt that Nagayama Naoki was not an authentic Japanese: "Naoki-san, in Japan, even in the art world, being lonely and maverick is not a good description. People who don't know him hear it.
When I arrived, I thought you were some strange guy."
This reminds me of Japan’s culture of not going out of style...
However, I am already such a homebody, so what does it have to do with me what they say?
"Hahaha, Otomo-san, I can't decide what others say, so just let them go~"
Nagayama Naoki said he didn't care at all, but Yoshimura Otomo couldn't. He started to persuade from another angle: "Naoki-san, actually joining the Composers Association has many conveniences."
"Huh? Nani?"
"For example, for various awards and the like, the Composers Guild is eligible for nomination. Several of your previous songs actually had the possibility of winning awards. It was because you did not actively strive for them that you did not receive awards."
"Eh? Don't they rank them based on the amount of money they give?"
Naoki Nagayama was eating cut fruits by himself and feeding Taro next to him, and then he was making fun of the unspoken rules of this industry on the phone.
Yoshimura Otomo was choked by these words and was speechless for a while. Finally, he could only say this dryly:
"Um...Naoki-san...don't think society is so dark..."
I have seen numerous charts, rankings, and shady stories about movie kings and movie queens. Whether it is the entertainment industry in China, Japan or the United States, most of them are just like that~
"Hahaha, Otomo-san, this is the ugliness of adult society~" He saw through it but didn't care at all, "But now there are still a few awards that have a certain degree of objectivity."
Yoshimura Otomo still tried his best to persuade: "Naoki-san, at least once you join, you will be considered a member of the circle of composers, which will be beneficial to the music you create in the future."
Although it doesn’t feel necessary, after all, it was Yoshimura Otomo who specifically called me, so it doesn’t take much to join.
"Okay, I'll just apply to join."
"Haha, that's right." Yoshimura Otomo was happy, "By the way, Naoki-san, don't forget about the final dinner tomorrow."
After more than a month of intense shooting, the filming part of "The Tale of Hachiko" has been completed, and then it's time to edit, so Shuichi Indou wants the whole team to have a meal tomorrow.
This format didn't exist in the previous movie, and now the shooting team is becoming more and more formal.
.......
After hanging up the phone, Naoki Nagayama was about to take Taro Taro out for a walk. Who knew that the phone call came again, which made Naoki Nagayama scratch his head. Why would he call when he was free?
"Moses, Moses, this is Yamazakura-in."
"Ah, Naoki-san, you're at home. That's great." The person on the other side of the phone was Kuniji Morikawa. He said very enthusiastically, "Naoki-san, the trial version of "Love Letter" has been produced. I'm free today.
Would you like to come over and take a look? By the way, you can also take back the first batch of royalties."
It's a serious matter, so there's nothing we can do about it.
"Hi, I'm free today, so I'll be over in a while."
"Wait a minute, Naoki-san, if you can, you can be a little later. I promised you a treat before." Morikawa Kuniji reminded Nagayama Naoki of his previous agreement.
"Haha, Bunji-san, we're all so familiar with each other, so there's no need to be so polite."
"How's that? This is public money for food and drink, I don't have to pay for it myself! I just want to drink~"
It seemed that Kuniji Morikawa accidentally said something terrible, leaving Naoki Nagayama speechless for a moment.
"Haha, hahaha~ Okay then~"
After a brief phone call, Naoki Nagayama looked at Taro Taro who was full of expectations.
"Yingtaro, you also heard that we have a dinner date, and it seems we can't go out to play today."
"Woof woof woof!" (Not trustworthy)
"This is a business matter! And it's not what I thought~"
"Woof woof woof ~" (eating and drinking with public funds)
Anyway, after spending a lot of time, he finally comforted Taro Taro and prepared dog food for him at home. Naoki Nagayama glanced at the clock. It was past 10 o'clock, and it was almost time to go out.
Definitely not going directly to Shogakukan, Nagayama Naoki decided to stop by Aoyama Shop for a chat first, and then go to Shogakukan.
...
The weather now is the time to wear short-sleeves,
However, during the Showa era, compared to the colorful women's clothing, young men's clothing was more uniform.
Office workers are more uniform, most of them wear suits, trousers, and shirts. Even the delinquents on campus wear school uniforms, and at most they are just crookedly dressed.
However, with the spread of American culture, more and more people are beginning to try different clothes. You can see jeans, T-shirts, work suspenders, etc. on the streets.
Walking on the streets of Chiyoda, Naoki Nagayama walked under the shade of the street trees. In this weather, if the sun was directly shining on him, he would already feel uncomfortable.
There are very few pedestrians on the road. Most of the social animals are sitting in the cubicles of office buildings or on the assembly lines of factories. They only have the right to urinate from time to time. After get off work, they have to go to izakayas for group meals with strict rules and get drunk in the middle of the night. I would go home and repeat this life the next morning.
There are also many other people with odd jobs, walking in a hurry on the road, not in the mood to take a look at the dazzling array of products in the shops nearby.
"Old man Qingshan, I'm here again!"
Nagayama Naoki opened the door of Qingshan's shop in a carefree manner, and then sat on the tea seat in the shop, waiting for old man Qingshan to serve him tea.
"You kid, don't you have to go to work?" Qingshan Xin looked disgusted, but he still brought a pot of herbal tea.
"It's impossible to go to work when you go to work, and it's impossible to go to work in this life." Nagayama Naoki said another famous saying, "However, this does not mean that I am idle~I just take the time to see you."
"Can I see someone who takes the time two or three times a day?"
"Eh? How can there be so many?"
I run once in the morning and take a walk in the evening. I can see it when I occasionally go out to restaurants to eat, and I can also see it when I go out to do other things. In short, it feels like Naoki Nagayama is always hanging in front of my eyes.
"It always feels like you pass by the store more often than the store manager next door."
"Haha, Mr. Qingshan, this means that your store has too few customers, so you only have time to observe the people coming and going at the door."
"Who said it? My store is doing very well!"
In fact, handicrafts like this are not high-frequency transactions, nor are they urgently needed products. Mr. Qingshan Xin does not make money at all from individual customers coming to the store.
He has friendships with some travel agencies and other foreign trade organizations. From time to time, he purchases souvenirs from him, or purchases a batch of goods to go abroad, etc. Those customers are the bulk of the effort.
"Hi~Hi~Business is great~" Nagayama Naoki did not continue to ask. If he inquired any more, it would be someone else's trade secrets. "Old man Qingshan, isn't Chikoko-san not here today?"
"Chiko is only 16 years old! She is still in school." Aoyama said this with a smile, but there was still a warning in his tone.
"Mr. Qingshan, what do you mean? I'm just concerned."
"Haha~ It's not interesting." Qingshan Xin took a sip of tea, "Aren't you filming a movie? Is it over already?"
"The shooting part is over, and all that's left is editing."
"Isn't that when you should be busy? Why are you so idle?"
"Isn't it because someone else is busy~"
"It turned out to be a capitalist..."
The topic of conversation turned to the comparison of the superiorities of socialism and capitalism.
Chatting with an old man in a small shop in Qingshan, you will soon fall into a cycle of disgust, shamelessness, and then continue the conversation.
It’s also very interesting to talk about. No matter how different the topic is, the two of them can always catch up on it. Perhaps it’s the same as chatting about Dashan and Jian Zheng in the WeChat group. Because there is no burden, they can be unfettered.
Naoki Nagayama and his father couldn't chat for such a long time, but they could chat for more than an hour in Aoyama's shop.
"Ah, it's almost 11 o'clock~" Nagayama Naoki looked at the clock in the store, "Mr. Aoyama, I have to say goodbye today~"
"Eh?" The old man, who seemed to be in a lively conversation, was curious, "Do you have a date?"
"You're so old, you shouldn't be so active in your thinking..." A black line appeared on Naoki Nagayama's head, "It's about the new novel."
"Oh? Is it going to be published already? When?"
"It will probably come out in mid-to-late June." Nagayama Naoki estimated the time, then opened the door and went out, "I will give you a copy by then! Hahaha~"
It's interesting to think about it when someone of such an age reads "Love Letter".
...
Walking neither slowly nor quickly, we arrived at the Shogakukan building. Today, only Mitsuko Nishihara was on duty at the front desk.
"Ah, Teacher Naoki, why are you here?" The little sister was obviously very surprised after seeing Naoki Nagayama.
"Mitsuko-san, let me see Editor Morikawa."
"Hey, that's it. Teacher Naoki, please come with me first~"
Ever since, Nagayama Naoki was taken to a familiar conference room again, and then once again waited for the arrival of Morikawa Kunji.
After a while, Kuniji Morikawa came in with a book. After saying hello, he said familiarly,
"Naoki-san, what do you think of the design of this book?"
The cover is white. In the pure white snow, a girl stands in the middle, as if she is shouting something. It is obviously the scene of the last scene.
"It's very artistic." I have never had any objections to book covers, and Naoki Nagayama readily confirmed.
"As long as Naoki-san is satisfied." After finishing speaking, Kuniji Morikawa took out an envelope from his pocket, "Naoki-san, this is the first time a check for royalties has been printed, totaling 12 million."
"Ah, Arigado~" Nagayama Naoki happily accepted it, this is a house~
"Then let's get ready to eat! Let's have a drink by the way!" After Morikawa Kunji completed the task, he felt relaxed.
Naoki Nagayama looked at him and couldn't help but whisper in his heart:
"Why do I feel like this guy wants to eat more than me? I'm obviously the one being treated?"
The place to treat this time is still a restaurant near Shogakukan. In this era, it seems a bit unclassy if you don’t eat foreign food such as Western food or French food. Of course, high-end Japanese restaurants are also acceptable.
.
But it may be that Kuniji Morikawa wanted to drink, so he chose traditional Japanese food, sake, plum wine, and medicinal wine. Kuniji Morikawa seemed to really want to drink today.
"Naoki-san, thank you very much. Thanks to you, my position will finally be promoted!" After a few drinks, Kuniji Morikawa was already blushing and his heart was beating. But it turned out that he had been promoted, so no wonder he wanted to drink.
"This is Bunji-san's own efforts, how does it have anything to do with me?" Naoki Nagayama was curious,
"Thanks to Naoki-san's award-winning novel, I have the opportunity to participate in salons and have the opportunity to contact foreign publishers..."
Is this the boring salon after the last award? Morikawa Kuniji actually got on his lap~
"Hahaha, that's why Bang Zhisang's ability is valued by others!"
"In short, without Naoki-san, I don't know when all this will come to me. Naoki-san is my lucky star!"
"Hahaha, I need a drink~"
Kuniji Morikawa seemed to be very happy indeed. He kept drinking one cup after another, just for a meal, and it completely turned into drinking.
When the meal was over, Nagayama Naoki discovered that this drunk guy had actually paid in advance. It seemed that he came here just to get drunk.
...
After returning to Yamasakura-in, Naoki Nagayama, who was blushing slightly, also rested for a while.
After sobering up, Nagayama Naoki suddenly felt like he was in a state of doing nothing. He stroked the puppy's head and thought:
The filming of the movie has been completed, and editing will take a few days; the disco decoration is in progress, and it is estimated that it will not be completed until the middle of the year; the newly purchased Toyota Century will not be available until the end of June...
It seems like there is a gap these days!
So I spent the whole afternoon watching TV, which seemed to be too decadent.
And if I want to do something else, there is no good way. Even the most time-killing games are only pixel versions...
No wonder people say that the biggest problem for rich people is boredom~
After having a simple meal in the evening, after struggling for a long time, Naoki Nagayama called Wonta Nakai’s phone number.
"Yuan Taisang, do you want to go out and play in the evening?"
