I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 226 New Year's Eve, it seems nothing big

Suddenly, a rather absurd idea popped up in the minds of the people present. After they looked at each other, they saw the "absurdity" in each other's eyes.

When Koin Yishu appeared before, he won the front page of the best new magazine with a book called Snow Country. At that time, everyone was shocked by the appearance of a blank paper writer and his page.

And now... Logically speaking, Ye Zi is also a pure blank slate writer.

"Generally speaking, it takes a long time for a blank slate writer to work hard to get a good copy, which can take anywhere from five years to a lifetime. At least, it is impossible for them to have a copy all to themselves before they reach old age."

“Even if a person of extraordinary talent spends a little time on a page, it’s definitely not the front page, right?”

"So according to this logic, the appearance of a tree in a courtyard is definitely a once-in-a-millennium event. After all, the emergence of newspapers and subsequent periodicals has only been a few years.

Then, after Xiaoyuan Yishu, it should be impossible for anyone to take the place. After all, there are only so many literary talents in the whole of Japan, and Xiaoyuan Yishu alone can account for 80% of them, so the remaining 20% ​​can be left for others to share.

Neon literature, ah no, or rather, literature is never the writing of one person, so it needs other people.”

Everyone present understood these principles very well. After all, they were editors and had met countless authors, people with ideals who used their words to prove their efforts and ideas.

These authors are not very great, but because there are so many of them, these countless authors constitute the Japanese literary market and the entire Japanese literature.

Never question the emergence of classes, because a large society needs classes, and also needs strong contrast to give all living people a feeling of suffocation and breathing, just like the food chain in the biological world. It is because of the huge lower class that there is an upper class.

But in the food chain, no matter which level, everyone will gain their energy. In the literary world, no matter which level of authors, there will be people who will pay for their writings.

However, the emergence of Xiaoyuan Yishu has caused some people who make a living by writing but are not very good at writing to lose their source of income.

But what is breathtaking now is that behind the tree in the courtyard, a Higuchi leaf is about to appear.

All the urban legends present could imagine one thing, that is, the two huge mountains weighing down the Japanese authors.

At this point, although no one said it out loud, they all agreed on one thing deep down in their hearts: Xiao Ye's article was worthy of the best layout, and it was done without any effort.

Of course, Oshima Kazuya now has the authority to decide who gets the best page, but he hesitated.

After thinking for a moment, he tapped the table lightly, looking thoughtful: "I have an idea."

As soon as the words came out and everyone was about to ask what the idea was, they saw Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi walk in from the door, and everyone made way for him.

"My idea is to give up these pages and use them for other authors. We can't just ignore their lives." Mr. Oshima looked very compassionate, but it must be said that as he had the trump card in his hand, he was indeed qualified to show his sympathy at this time.

Now he seems to be in a position where he will kill anyone in the entire literary market who dares not to listen to him.

"Use the resources of the current Xinchao to publish a separate journal. This journal is similar to a hall of fame." He thought while drawing on the paper: "This hall of fame can only be published if certain conditions are met. This condition is used to evaluate the works of Xinchao throughout the year, so the period of this journal is one year."

“If this journal is used in this way, it may have a very good effect. So, since it is positioned as an annual publication, the sub-journal should be positioned as a quarterly publication, similar to the nomination of an award. If it is done well, it will be a good choice.”

Oshima Kazuya pointed to his safe and said, "Our advantage is that Koin Kazuki is a solid partner. At the same time, we also firmly believe in one thing, that is Koin Kazuki's influence. At least for now we see a hope, that is..." He waved the manuscript in his hand vigorously.

Everyone understands what he means.

However, I have to say that Mr. Oshima's idea is very good, but Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi is thinking about market share, while this guy seems to want to directly target the entire Neon Literature Award.

In this case, a literary award without Xiaoyuan Yishu would naturally not be universal.

Several editors shouted in support because Chief Editor Kashiwagi was not there, but they all hid behind Kashiwagi where he could not see them. They clenched their right fists and rubbed them on the palms of their open left hands.

There was nothing wrong with the plan proposed by Mr. Oshima, it just required him to draw up a specific plan first and then discuss it slowly.

However, based on this incident, Ye Zi's page was also determined. Obviously, there was no surprise at all. She was given the same treatment as Kitajima Ko before, first-class page and the best publicity resources.

No one could have imagined that a child could write such words, just as they could not imagine that Kitajima Koma could write about the world that they had never seen but had always imagined.

So, what kind of story is written on New Year's Eve?

Oshima Kazuya wrote at the beginning of the story:
"It's another New Year's Eve, perhaps the day when everyone reunites, and also the day when everyone puts aside their worries.

But she even had trouble surviving, which seemed so miserable, so she decided to steal, to steal from the master who was not very kind to her and would scold her if she broke the bucket. But at this time, the master's family encountered a bigger theft, and this theft seemed to be related to the master's son.

When faced with the problem of huge theft, her theft does not seem that important...

It’s just that she still didn’t have a very good time this New Year’s Eve. It’s worth mentioning that she might have an even worse time in the future…”

"On New Year's Eve, the wind seemed to be frozen by the revolution of time, leaving only the resonance of the heart in the chest and the fireworks in the distance. Bang, bang, bang. One was celebrating the new and lucky year, while the other was living for her dusty and moldy life."

"New Year's Eve...it doesn't seem like a big deal."

(End of this chapter)