I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 231 Malice
Gu Chun looked at the senior editor in front of him and saw some expectation in his expression.

Perhaps he asked him to write these things for his own benefit or to achieve some kind of publicity for the article. In short, the purpose of the editor tempting him to write the article is unknown, but Gu Chun knows that this is indeed a good thing for him.

Moreover, if there is a big editor willing to endorse him, then he can regard this conversation as a commissioned article. It is obvious that Kazuya Oshima's status is that of a big editor.

In fact, it’s not Gu Chun’s fault for having such thoughts.

Ever since Xiaoyuan Yishu appeared, the threshold for accepting manuscripts at Xinchao has become higher and higher. This higher threshold has led to the ruthless rejection of manuscripts from some second- and third-rate writers that Xinchao had previously cooperated with. The editors of Xinchao believe that Xiaoyuan Yishu's manuscripts have made Xinchao's publication the top of contemporary literature, so if some of the barely passing articles from the past are published again, it will make readers feel that the vision of the Xinchao editors is not very good.

So, is Xinchao's position in the literary world now more similar to that of Wenzhang Yanxuan? It is worth mentioning that there is indeed a saying that if you want to prove your ability, you should go to Xinchao to publish your manuscripts. Therefore, these phenomena have caused those writers who originally relied on Xinchao's high royalties to gradually lose their main source of income.

The writers who had lost their source of livelihood naturally had complaints about the tree in the courtyard, but they also knew that this was inevitable.

"The times are constantly progressing. Those who cannot or do not want to make changes will be ruthlessly eliminated by this era." Boss Ito stood in front of the store with his arms folded across his chest, looking like a sultry scholar lamenting the times.

"Where is this?" Looking at the customers who were questioning him, Boss Ito pointed at the notice posted on the door. Although he wanted them to read the notice, he felt that it was a bit impolite to stand there, so he explained: "I plan to renovate the store and replan it."

The guests babbled and said something about how this was a big deal and what they were looking forward to, and then they would go somewhere else to get their dinner or a second party.

"This bunch of drunkards who only know how to drink, use the excuse that they can stay out late and come home so their wives can rest assured that they are working hard to make money to satisfy their appetite." Takehiro Kosaka, who was standing nearby, was a little embarrassed because he had been standing nearby when Boss Ito said these words and had not left.

"Boss, I'm still here. It's not a good idea to say these things." He wanted to remind him tactfully that it would be better to wait until he leaves before saying it. Saying bad things about people in person would lose some of the pleasure and instead cause more embarrassment.

Boss Ito sighed and patted Takehiro Kosaka on the shoulder: "You are not married yet, so where did you get a wife from?"

"..."

"Of course, I don't mean to be sarcastic. I am just objectively stating the living conditions of this group of people." Boss Ito tried using the sentence structure that Koma had been using, and instantly found that it had a very literary tone. Then he realized that this was the feeling of a literati, but when he wanted to say something else, he found that he couldn't spit out anything because there was not much in his mind.

His plan was to take advantage of this time to travel with his wife. He really wanted to go to Izu. All the guests who came to the tavern said so, and of course it was also because Xiaoyuan Yishu wrote about it.

As for the first generation, she still needs to go to work properly, so this time it is a sweet trip for two.

Just as Boss Ito was immersed in his fantasy, he noticed an old man in his construction team.

When he climbed up the scaffolding, his whole body was shaking and he looked like he would fall down at any time.

"That's not a good idea." He called the construction team over and pointed at the elderly man who was standing unsteadily and said, "If he falls down, it will be a big safety hazard. It's better to pay attention to his health, what do you think?"

"Well... of course, thank you for your consideration, but ah, it was his own request to sign the relevant waiver agreement, and..." Obviously, they reached some agreement in private, and the construction person in front of him was not very happy to say it.

Boss Ito actually didn't really want to employ this old man, but if he didn't, it might be bad news for the old man. He was so anxious until the old man personally ran to him and begged him to give him a chance, because there were several people in his family waiting for him to support.

"But your son is already big enough, why don't you try to get him to do something?"

"But, he is my son after all." The old man's silver hair and wrinkles on his face are like the shabby and decayed window sills reflecting the sky through the window of the house in Geisha Alley, full of bitterness and the saltiness of the sadness of life.

Boss Ito thought for a long time, and finally, he looked at the old man who was bent down in the dust and agreed to it.

As summer approaches, the wind will stir up some restlessness in my heart. At this time of night, I always can't fall asleep because of the worry about whether to turn on the air conditioner.

Yuriko squatted on the windowsill, blocking most of the cool breeze. There was still a burnt smell in the room left over from the daytime sun. Kitajima Koma thought that maybe late at night, the wind would deliver a steady coolness, and he might sleep more comfortably then. Just as he closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep, the crying of the first generation was heard downstairs.

"Please save me." The first generation said in a crying voice.

Kitajima Koma ran downstairs and when he opened the door, he saw that the first generation was very anxious. He had never seen her like this before.

"Yes?"

"My father was taken away by the police."

Kitajima was stunned for a moment, and before he could ask a question, he heard Chudai continue to say, "A man died in the construction team at home. He was an old man who looked very old. Later, during the investigation, someone said that according to regulations, the old man could not continue to work in the construction, but my father kept him.

Because of this, the father also bears joint responsibility for the old man’s death.”

The first generation was helpless: "I don't know what to do, and I feel helpless, so I think if you can, please help me, help my father."

The first generation's emotions began to stabilize a little. She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice more stable: "Father didn't do anything, because from the beginning he was against letting such an old man continue to work."

"But it was the old man who begged, saying that if he didn't work, his son would starve to death and the whole family depended on him to survive, so please save his family and let him continue to work here."

"So, out of kindness, my father agreed, but no one knew that this would happen later."

The first generation always felt that the world seemed full of malice.

(End of this chapter)