I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 182 The Division of Era

the conference has ended.

All the people present, except for a few, or those three, were very satisfied.

I even feel that more meetings like this should be held.

At the end of the meeting, many people wanted to talk to Xiaoyuan Kazuki.

Thanks to him for the inspiration.

Presumably, in the future, the so-called sinking literature will become the mainstream literature in the literary world.

Moreover, from the perspective of market effects, it seems that the current mainstream consumer groups are very fond of literary works that focus on the bottom-level characters in society.

Writers sometimes need to cater to the market.

Especially in the situation of gaining both fame and fortune, no one would let this opportunity go.

But when they looked over, they were surprised to find out.

The figure of Kazuki in Xiaoyuan, who was originally sitting not far away, disappeared.

I searched for it several times.

Get informed by the hotel staff.

The very thin writer had already left first.

It seems that when he left, he said a word.

what is coming.

Oh.

It seems to say that a tree has fallen outside.

Sure enough, a writer.

The worker thought.

Because no one pays attention to these things.

Not even feeling pity for a tree falling.

Only a group like writers can be sentimental because of some trivial things in life.

But how did I reply to him?

"If this tree falls down, it will die."

The writer said something.

"It's okay, I'll buy a better one when the time comes."

"After all, there are many such trees, and they are not very expensive."

Correct.

That's how he replied.

"Maybe it's talking about myself.

If you say change your tone.

Ah, it's all right.

Because I am humble, even if I die, nothing will change.

And there are many like me.

The wages are not very expensive.

There must be a lot of people coming to work. "

When Koma said this, the editor-in-chief Kashiwagi and Kazuya Oshima kept silent.

They have long known that they cannot count on those so-called young literary writers.

It's as if they can't count on relying on those people to reorganize the literary world.

Therefore, there are not many articles published in trendy journals these days.

Most of them are old people who have been insisting on writing.

But this kind of words cannot be said directly to Kou in this kind of meeting.

Because of this kind of thing, you need to rely on your own perception.

But what Kou said was not unreasonable.

When a little person sees himself very low.

Then, there is no redemption.

So, this thing is really difficult to do.

After the meeting, there will be a reception.

It is intended to allow this group of writers to get to know each other.

However, Ju has long since lost interest.

The three discussed it and decided to go back early.

Instead of being here, I usually communicate with those disgusting people in a playful way.

It's better to go to the tavern of Ito's house and have a drink.

For a while, even Ju, who has never touched alcohol, has his throat floating up and down, wondering whether he should use alcohol to relieve his worries.

When getting in the car, Oshima Kazu also complained about the weather.

It seems that it has been raining in Tokyo all this time.

It's as if Huangmei lives directly in Tokyo.

It was still raining heavily.

When driving on the road, if the wiper is not turned to the maximum, it is impossible to see the road clearly.

You can only turn on the front and rear fog lights and slow down as much as possible.

It was already late when we arrived at Ito's Tavern.

Very few people drink.

Boss Ito was wiping the glass rather bored.

Kosaka Takehiro was wearing his red hat as usual at the bar, talking to Boss Ito about something.

I saw three people come in.

Everyone said hello.

Because the tavern is not big, and basically all regular customers.

So we all know each other.

The hat on Takehiro Kosaka's head today is different from usual.

The colors are a little more vibrant.

See the way they look over.

Before he could wait for Oshima Kazuya to ask, he pointed to his hat happily and said:
"I bought a new one, the previous hat has been washed white, there is no red at all.

It doesn't look very conspicuous at all.

This top is very good.

Many people saw me in the crowd.

They all yell that. "

Takehiro Kosaka pretended to shout loudly.

"That, the red hat with the new hat."

"Red hat is what they call us."

Kosaka Takehiro saw that the editor-in-chief Kashiwagi was an unfamiliar face, so he explained.

I'm afraid he doesn't understand.

"Come here quickly, you are too conspicuous.

These luggage, move there. "

Kosaka Takehiro said happily.

Then he patted the jacket on himself.

newly bought.

Because there are many people calling him.

So naturally, the income will go up.

Some proud rich people will give a little tip.

as a reward for his hard work.

Taking advantage of a gap.

Kazuya Oshima secretly told the editor-in-chief Kashiwagi about the origin of Takehiro Kosaka.

After knowing his situation, Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi couldn't help but take another look at him.

His existence is quite like a character who came out of a TV series.

"What do you feel?"

Oshima Kazu also secretly asked.

"Very real."

"It doesn't feel that way."

Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi said without thinking.

indeed.

Takehiro Kosaka feels very different.

There is a kind of state where you know that you are at the bottom of society, but you love life wholeheartedly.

Such a state is very rare.

It's completely different from those so-called playful people.

"What are you thinking about?"

Boss Ito noticed that Koma was sitting by the window, staring outside in a daze.

"What's the voice outside?"

"A kind of frog."

Boss Ito listened attentively.

Amidst the sound of rain, there was a relatively rapid cry of frogs in the pond not far away.

"It's a bit noisy."

"It's very noisy, but without them, how can it be quiet around here?"

Boss Ito suddenly said something.

Everyone looked over.

Boss Ito couldn't help but blush with such a move.

Pretending to be angry, he said to the crowd:

"I am still very cultured, after all, I have been nurtured all the time.

What, do you look down on me? "

Everyone roared with laughter.

But what he said did make sense.

The world always needs comparison.

There is no comparison.

There is no... germ of thought.

Editor-in-chief Kashiwagi suddenly knocked the table lightly with his wine glass.

Oshima Kazuya and Koma looked over.

Takehiro Kosaka and others also raised their wine glasses together.

"Respect no one knows."

Everyone raised their hands.

Although I don't understand, they all said similar words.

……

(End of this chapter)