564, no spoilers! This is the basic literacy for reading novels!!!
.......
As the sky slowly brightened, Naoki Nagayama opened his eyes under the powerful biological clock in the bedroom of Yamazakuin.
Last night I had a drink with Haruki Kadokawa, and there was a transition afterwards. In the end, Naoki Nagayama himself was a little confused.
In short, Kadokawa Haruki is indeed a strong rival when it comes to drinking.
Looking at Yotaro running in, Nagayama Naoki shook his slightly groggy head:
"It's decided, Taro Ying, let's go for a morning jog after a long time!"
Nagayama Naoki, who took Yotaro for a morning jog, exhaled bursts of white mist, as if he was a monk puffing out clouds of mist. Some people who met him would even look at him with a look like "Is there something wrong with this person?"
Looking at one person and one dog...
After returning to Sansakura-in and washing off all the sweat, I suddenly felt refreshed.
.......
This morning, Nagayama Naoki planned to go to the studio later. Over there, Yoshimura Otomo and Itou Shuichi also drank a lot last night. According to their ages, they are probably still at home enjoying the sourness of a hangover.
experience.
After breakfast, Naoki Nagayama took out a complete copy of the novel "Tomorrow's My Date with Yesterday's You" from his study, and planned to take it directly to Shogakukan today.
Nagayama Naoki, who went out wearing a windbreaker, slowly walked towards the elementary school building which was not very far away.
It's already February, and the weather in Tokyo is still cold, and there's even a chance of snow.
Pedestrians on the street are all wearing thick down jackets or cotton-padded clothes, scarves and gloves are also necessary to protect themselves from the cold, and they are walking quickly towards their homes or companies under the cool sunshine in the morning.
As Naoki Nagayama walked, he observed the hurried pedestrians around him, and even felt a sense of detachment from the world.
"I used to work from nine to nine, but fortunately I don't have to work part-time in this life..."
Ten minutes later, Nagayama Naoki arrived at his destination.
"The Shogakukan building looks like a coffin... I don't know if it was designed." Nagayama Naoki complained and opened the door.
"Welcome to Shogakukan, may I ask..." Mitsuko Nishihara at the front desk was busy typing something in. When she realized that someone was coming, she subconsciously said a greeting, but the next moment, she recognized
Someone comes, "Naoki-san!"
"Good morning Mitsuko-san~" Nagayama Naoki greeted, "Are you alone today?"
"Hi, Reiki-chan is in the supplies department..." Mitsuko Nishihara explained, and then immediately asked again, "Is Naoki-san here to see Editor Morikawa?"
"Hi, is he here?"
"Private Marseille, Editor Morikawa seems to be delayed by something today and hasn't arrived yet." Mitsuko Nishihara has not seen Kuniji Morikawa all morning, "Is Naoki-san anxious?"
"...I'm not too anxious..." Nagayama Naoki thought for a while, but there was actually nothing too important today.
"Hey, then Naoki-san, please come to the reception room and take a rest first..." Mitsuko Nishihara led Naoki Nagayama towards the reception room, "There is a car phone in Editor Morikawa's car, I'm going to make a call
, determine when he will arrive..."
"That's really troublesome Mitsuko-san~"
"Silly tape, that's what I should do..."
Arriving at the reception room of Shogakukan again, Naoki Nagayama felt a little emotional. Three novels have been published in this reception room, but this reception room has not changed at all~
Nagayama Naoki skillfully picked up a literary journal from the newspaper rack nearby and started reading.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door of the reception room, and then the baby-faced editorial assistant Furuya Yuya walked in:
"Naoki-san!"
"Furuya-kun?" Naoki Nagayama was a little surprised.
"Hey, Morikawa-senpai's car broke down, so I'm late... He asked me to come and chat with Naoki-san first." Furuya Yuya said a little shyly.
I still have a good impression of this rich second-generation Naoki Nagayama. After all, the autograph session at Keio University was well organized.
"Haha, thank you for your hard work, Furuya-kun~"
"Where~" Furuya Yuya shook his head, and then asked, "Naoki-san came to see Morikawa-senpai today?"
"Ah, it's nothing serious." Naoki Nagayama opened his backpack and took out the manuscript paper from the document bag. "It's just that I have finished writing my new novel, and I just want Bunji-san to take a look."
"Huh? New novel?" Yuya Furuya opened his eyes wide. This was his first time contacting a writer to submit a manuscript. "Didn't I say that I just wrote the beginning when I visited during the New Year..."
"Haha, sometimes inspiration is very strange~" Nagayama Naoki could only laugh.
Furuya Yuya's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and he said hesitantly: "Arno... Naoki-san, can you let me take a look..."
As expected, he is a rich second generation who is inexperienced in the world. He doesn't know anything about human affairs. This is a manuscript for Morikawa Kunji. No one except the relevant personnel should be able to read it before publication.
Otherwise, what should you do if someone with evil intentions plagiarizes it?
However, Nagayama Naoki looked at the opposite person's eyes with pure curiosity, and coupled with what Morikawa Kuniji had hinted before, the guy opposite was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and he would never covet the publishing fee.
"Haha, there's nothing wrong with it." Nagayama Naoki handed the document bag over and said, "It's just a youth romance novel. I don't know if Furuya-kun would like to read it."
"Hi, Arigado!"
Yuya Furuya happily took the document bag, and then saw the title of the novel - "Tomorrow's Me and Yesterday's You" written on the cover of the manuscript paper.
"What a strange name..." After a thought flashed through his head, Yuya Furuya opened the cover, "... European model series~"
........
Kuniji Morikawa felt that he was really unlucky today. His car broke down shortly after he went out. However, with his decades of driving experience, he could not find the reason.
I had to call to find a tow truck...
While waiting, I discovered that the benchmark author under my name had found the company...
Ask your new assistant to accompany others, don't let him feel coldly treated, and then when you arrive at the company, you find...
"Yuya-kun...what are you doing..."
Kuniji Morikawa opened the door of the reception room, and the first thing he saw was Naoki Nagayama standing up and looking boredly at the scenery outside the window. The assistant he called to accompany him was actually sitting on a chair and looking at something intently.
No knock on the door was heard.
"What am I doing..." Yuya Furuya didn't react for a moment, "I'm reading a novel..."
Kuniji Morikawa said helplessly: "Didn't I ask you to come and chat with Naoki-san?"
"Ah!" Furuya Yuya finally thought of his responsibility and quickly stood up and bowed to Nagayama Naoki, "Private Marseille, Naoki-san, I was fascinated for a moment..."
"Naoki-san, I'm very sorry, I was delayed on the way." Kuniji Morikawa also sincerely apologized, "I didn't expect that this guy Yuya didn't say hello well..."
Nagayama Naoki waved his hand: "Haha, it's okay..."
Then he said to Yuya Furuya, who was very embarrassed next to him: "Furuya-san, speaking of which, when Kunji-san read my first novel, he looked exactly like you just now~hahaha~"
"Huh? Todoroki?" The young man looked at Morikawa Kuniji with some surprise.
"Ahem~" The old editor Morikawa coughed strategically, then looked at the manuscript paper on the table, "So, this is Naoki-san's new novel?"
"Hi, the name of the novel is "Tomorrow's Me and Yesterday's You"." Nagayama Naoki nodded.
Yuya Furuya said excitedly next to him: "Senior Morikawa, this novel is very interesting. It tells the timeline of a couple..."
"Qiu Bean Sack! Stop!"
Kuniji Morikawa rushed to the side, pressed the young man against the wall, and covered Furuya Yuya's mouth with his hand. The sudden burst of speed even surprised Naoki Nagayama.
Seeing that Yuya Furuya was stopped, Kuniji Morikawa said with serious eyes:
"Yuya-kun, you have been in Shogakukan for so long, don't you know such an important thing?"
"No spoilers! This is the basic literacy for reading novels!!!
If you tell this story, how can I continue reading it?! The anticipation and excitement of reading the novel for the first time will be ruined!"
Yuya Furuya, whose mouth was covered, could only make a helpless whine and barely nod his head, looking towards Naoki Nagayama for help.
Nagayama Naoki quickly patted Morikawa Kuniji on the shoulder: "Kuniji-san, Furuya-kun must have learned a lesson, let go quickly, he can't even breathe!"
"Woo~" Furuya Yuya also nodded crazily.
Only then did Kuniji Morikawa let go of his hand and regained his composure: "Private Marseille, I was a little rude just now."
Next to him, the baby-faced editorial assistant, who was still a bit frightened, was left breathing heavily.
""Tomorrow's Me and Yesterday's You"... Naoki-san's new novel, there will definitely be no problem!"
Kuniji Morikawa quickly packed the manuscript papers on the table,
"Naoki-san, if there are no big problems, we will still use the previous royalty standard of "Love Sky", 10% is already the highest level, but the first printing will be increased to 200,000 copies."
Since he was already a recipient of the Naoki Prize, Shogakukan had full confidence in Naoki Nagayama, and Kuniji Morikawa easily stated the condition of a first printing of 200,000 copies.
"Hey, I have no objection to this." Nagayama Naoki nodded.
Kuniji Morikawa continued: "However, the pricing of the novel will have to wait for subsequent review..."
Since it has been done three times, Naoki Nagayama is very familiar with this process. However, since he came in a hurry today, the Shogakukan side must not have prepared a contract, so after Naoki Nagayama knew the situation, he was ready to leave.
Got:
"Well, Morikawa-san, since the manuscript has been delivered, if there is nothing else..."
"Wait a minute, Naoki-san!" Kuniji Morikawa suddenly thought of something, "Didn't we talk about a variety show before?"
"Ah, that "Newspeak Buzzword Award"." Nagayama Naoki said with a smile, "What's wrong?"
"It just so happens that our editor-in-chief Matsui Tsutomu is here. After I told him about your idea last time, he was very interested." Kuniji Morikawa invited Naoki Nagayama to the editor-in-chief's office to have a chat with the editor-in-chief.
Nagayama Naoki naturally agreed, but there was always an idea in his mind as he walked.
"Chief Editor Matsui Moshi? Wasn't he the chief editor before... was he promoted again?"
........
In Sekoda's mansion, Fukasaku Kinji was receiving Ishikawa Fumio. Fukasaku Kinji folded the newspaper and said:
"The nomination lists for the Academy Awards and the Blue Ribbon Film Awards have come out. Did "Love Letters" actually get nominations for almost all the awards?"
Ishikawa Fumio nodded helplessly: "Yes, they seem to want to win all the awards."
"Hahaha..." Fukasaku Kinji suddenly laughed.
"Why is Director Fukasaku laughing?" Fumio Ishikawa asked in confusion.
"I laugh at Nagayama Naoki and Ido Shuichi Shaozhi! Should I say they are too greedy?" Fukasaku Kinji said disdainfully, "If you focus on one or two awards, they are still very competitive. If you want them all,
, then it will definitely not be possible!”
"The jury can't let one movie take all the awards!"
"...They also have "High School" and "Midnight Ring"..." Ishikawa Fumio said next to him.
Hearing this familiar name, Fukasaku Kinji's face froze: ""Midnight Ring"? What's so good about this movie? It's just an ordinary horror movie..."
Ishikawa Fumio listened silently and complained mentally: "I obviously scared you like that, or is it just normal?"
"Also, didn't President Tanaka Tomoyuki promise to stop the selection of "The Ring"?" Fukasaku Kinji glared at Ishikawa Fumio.
Ishikawa Fumio was not panic at all: "Hi... So this time "The Ring" is judged for a small award, the Best Topic Award. After all, this movie has brought a lot of shadows to the audience and made many people
People are afraid of ordinary home appliances like televisions.”
Ishikawa Fumio, who was talking, turned around and discovered that there was no TV in Fukasaku Kinji's bedroom... How boring would it be for an old man who is bedridden without a TV!
Sure enough, it must be a psychological shadow!
Fukasaku Kinji didn't notice Ishikawa Fumio's little move, and snorted and said: "Such a small award is also an award. If you ask me, "Midnight Ring" should not appear on the nomination list!"
Ishikawa Fumio did not argue with the old man, but said:
"What Director Fukasaku and Chairman Tanaka mean is that there needs to be more support for "Snow". From the current news, there is basically no problem with "Narayama Festival" being the best movie. "Antarctic Story"
Ken Takakura has roughly decided on the Best Actor award, but the competition for Best Director and Best Actress is fierce between "The Mysterious Case of Tiancheng Mountain" and "Snow"."
"In addition, in terms of the Best Screenplay Award, "Love Letter" has a great advantage!"
"Huh? Best screenwriter? Why?"
"Because "Narayama Setka" and "Antarctic Story" are all adapted from real stories... "Love Letter" is adapted from a novel." Ishikawa Fumio said the reason.
"But, "Snow" is also adapted from a novel?"
"...But "Fair Snow" was already a novel decades ago, so how can "Love Letter" be as popular..."
"...How could this be possible!" Fukasaku Kinji's expression changed, and he muttered, "A good book is a book that has gone through time. Today's books are too shallow, and I don't know how to appreciate..."
Ishikawa Fumio listened to his complaints and did not say a word. After all, the director in front of him was almost 60 years old. When they were young decades ago, they naturally liked to read old novels.
"Also, Director Fukasaku, it seems that there are many forces competing among the judges... Originally there were only film production companies and other related film and television factions, but this time, even consortiums and publishing houses participated in the selection.
There are even some shadows of the underworld..."
"Is it so complicated this time?"
"Hi, so until the final result comes out, everything is uncertain." Fumio Ishikawa confirmed, "That's why President Tanaka wants to make more preparations..."
Fukasaku Kinji thought for a while and nodded: "I will find some old friends again..."
"Thank you so much~"
After continuing to say some pleasantries, Ishikawa Fumio heard the door open and Fukasaku Kinji's wife Nakahara Sanae came in carrying a plate.
"Dad, take medicine..."
"It's this kind of tonic again!" Kinji Fukasaku said unhappily, "Eat, eat, eat. After taking it for so long, I feel like my health is getting worse and worse!"
"This is the component of the medicine that is destroying the lesions in the body, so it will naturally have some impact on the body." Nakahara Sanae explained calmly, and nodded slightly towards Ishikawa Fumio, "Drink it quickly, you will be fine after drinking it.
!”
Fukasaku Kinji took a few sips with an unhappy look on his face, and angrily threw the half-empty bowl on the tray:
"It tastes terrible! I won't drink it anymore!"
"Eh... How could you, an old man, do this!" Sanae Nakahara seemed to be angry, "This is what I worked so hard for!"
"I won't drink if I say I won't!"
In fact, Fukasaku Kinji didn't really believe in this kind of nourishing decoction. What's more, his body was getting weaker and weaker during this period. At this time, his temper became anxious, like a troubled child.
"you!"
Sanae Nakahara looked at Kinji Fukasaku and ignored her, continuing to talk to Fumio Ishikawa, and could only put away the medicine bowl angrily.
Ishikawa Fumio didn't think much about it. It was normal for old couples to bicker.
So after continuing to chat with Fukasaku Kinji in the bedroom for a while, he was ready to leave:
"Director Fukasaku, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave~"
"Well, please rest assured, Chairman Tanaka, I will work harder." Kinji Fukasaku said, "We must not let Nagayama Naoki's "Love Letter" win the award!"
"Hmm~"
I really wanted to get up and leave, but Ishikawa Fumio saw Nakahara Sanae walking in again carrying a medicine bowl, which contained half a bowl of medicinal soup.
She walked to the bed and handed the bowl over, her face calm and firm:
"You bad old man, you just didn't finish half of the bowl, drink it quickly!"
Fukasaku Kinji was furious: "Didn't I tell you not to drink?!"
"This is the result of other people's hard work! Are you just going to waste it like this? Besides, the doctor said you must drink a bowl's worth of it every day! Otherwise, the previous treatment will be in vain! Hurry, while it's hot!"
"I told you not to drink!" Fukasaku Kinji shouted excitedly.
Sanae Nakahara's face became even more ugly. She seemed to be thinking a lot, and then pointed out the window: "Look there, there is a UFO!"
Fukasaku Kinji and Ishikawa Fumio subconsciously turned their heads, only to find a clear sky outside the window.
Then Ishikawa Fumio saw Nakahara Sanae holding Fukasaku Kinji's head with her right hand, and then quickly and accurately handed the medicine bowl to his mouth with her right hand, opened his mouth, and poured it in all at once!
Fukasaku Kinji was coughing from the drink, but a mouthful of the decoction had already entered his throat, so he could only say angrily:
"Come on! Do you want to murder your husband?!"
"Who told you not to drink?" Nakahara Sanae regained her virtuous appearance and bowed slightly towards Ishikawa Fumio, "Private Marseille, I was just rude. My husband has been as tempered as a child recently."
Ishikawa Fumio waved his hands repeatedly: "Ah...haha...I didn't see anything...if it's okay, I'll leave first!"
After saying that, he ran away in panic...
Fukasaku Kinji coughed for a long time before he recovered, and yelled at his wife: "You guy, I tell you, I won't drink anymore! Even if you force me to drink it this time, I won't drink it again!"
"I will definitely resist with all my strength when you feed me!!!"
Sanae Nakahara looked calm, looked at her husband and said:
"Anyway, you can't move. If you don't drink next time, then I will drink it first and hold your hands down...
Then feed it to you mouth to mouth!!!”
Fukasaku Kinji was frightened by this statement and glanced at the wrinkled face of the old woman...
"That's all...it's just a bowl of nourishing soup..."
