Tokyo Bubble Life

Chapter 816 824, the more friends the better~
Newspapers like the Yomiuri Shimbun couldn't help but put Naoki Nagayama's lofty ambitions on the headlines of their entertainment sections, and the editors of the newspapers were also thoughtful enough to include readers' questions.

"Confident? Or arrogant?" Akina Nakamori read the newspaper to Naoki Nagayama who was making breakfast. "Three months later, wait and see!"

"Then let's wait and see~" Naoki Nagayama turned the bacon over and shrugged to show that he didn't care~
There were even newspapers saying things like "sensationalism" and "arrogance", asking Naoki Nagayama to bow and apologize to the public!

"But these newspapers don't believe Naoki-san! How shortsighted! My Naoki-san will definitely win the Palme d'Or!"

Akina Nakamori, with a ruddy face, put her arms around Naoki Nagayama's waist, like a clingy little fairy.
It is true that girls like boyfriends who are dazzling. Last night, my girlfriend was so bold that she didn't even go to the bedroom~
"Hi, hi, hi, future Palme d'Or winner, it's time to have breakfast~"

Naoki Nagayama nodded perfunctorily and took away Akina's hand that was stroking his waist with a stern face. After all, men are not made of iron!

"Humph~"

Akina Nakamori snorted softly, and then began to help pass the plates.
She and Naoki Naoyama take turns cooking. Sometimes Naoki Naoyama cooks breakfast and Akina cooks dinner, and sometimes it's the other way around.
It’s a little different from a traditional Japanese family, but in the entertainment industry that is exposed to a lot of Western culture, this seems to be a trend?!

While eating, Naoki Nagayama continued to read the newspaper.

He was naturally prepared to be in the headlines again, and he was not going to go on stage in person to receive the upcoming Blue Ribbon, Mainichi Film Awards and Kinema Junpo Awards, otherwise he didn't know what hot topics he would create again.

But he still has to attend the party afterwards. After all, he still has the Palme d'Or award ahead of him, and he needs to find as many supporters as possible. The more friends the better!

"Naoki-san," Akina Nakamori bit her bacon and asked vaguely, "Is it troublesome to be a judge for the Palme d'Or?"

"Well, it can't be said to be very troublesome." Naoki Nagayama shook his head, "It just depends on whether I can find the right person~"

He has authorized a budget of 1 billion yen for Yoshimura Otomo. With this financial offensive, he believes that even lobbying groups running for the presidential election will be able to afford it.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Akina Nakamori sat up straight. The person in front of you is the most popular idol at the moment, with tens of millions of fans, and a person standing at the top of the pyramid in the entertainment industry!
Naoki Nagayama looked at his girlfriend who wanted to help and thought for a moment.

"Then please Akina, when you interact with your fans, ask them to support Kikujiro's Summer. It would be even better if you can introduce it to friends abroad. If there are more voices of support, the Palme d'Or will also take it into consideration when selecting the film!"

"Hi!" Nakamori Akina immediately became motivated after hearing this, "I will sincerely ask the fans for help!"

"Thank you!"

The two of them finished their breakfast leisurely, and Akina Nakamori stayed for a while before going back to the office.

The new album is about to be released, and all kinds of complicated things need to be pushed forward, including the production of promotional materials and stage uniforms, especially after Akina becomes more and more involved in the record production.

Meanwhile, Naoki Nagayama took a short break and headed for Shogakukan—the test print of “Paradise Lost” was out!!!

This time I didn't bring Inatarou with me, and I didn't go directly to the Shogakukan headquarters. Instead, I found a cafe nearby.

When Naoki Nagayama arrived, he saw Kuniharu Morikawa wearing a pair of sunglasses and a high-necked windbreaker sitting in a cafe reading a magazine. Was he pretending?
"Bongji-san, what are you doing?" Naoki Nagayama walked up to him and asked curiously.

Morikawa Kuniharu quickly pulled Naoki Nagayama to sit down and said mysteriously:

"Disguise! Naoki-san, aren't you going to publish it anonymously? You can't let others know that this "Paradise Lost" was written by you!"

".Hey, didn't you change your pen name?" Naoki Nagayama was speechless. "Besides, if you wear this in a cafe, people will think you are filming a spy drama!"

As the temperature rises, Naoki Nagayama just came out wearing a loose sweater and a pair of plain glasses, so he would hardly be recognized at first glance.

In fact, not many people in Japan would stare at strangers around them, especially when the strangers don't do anything out of the ordinary.

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Kuniharu Morikawa subconsciously looked around and felt a lot of surprised looks, so he quickly took off his coat and sunglasses.

Sure enough, he became just Passerby A, just like the ordinary Passerby B next to him, and would not attract much attention!
"Naoki-san, I brought the trial print of the novel!"

Morikawa Kuniharu took out a plain-looking book from his briefcase, with only the words "Paradise Lost" printed on the cover. The author was Sato.
"hehe."

Naoki Nagayama smiled when he saw this pen name. It is almost the same as Zhang San and Li Si in Japan. It is said that all Japanese people may have the last name Sato in the future!

When he opened the novel, he found that the paper was very thick and the font was very clear. However, Naoki Nagayama did not read the content carefully because he believed in the proofreading ability of Shogakukan.

Besides, it’s a bit embarrassing to read the imperial book in public.

"Bunji-san, I think there's nothing wrong with it. What do the people at Shogakukan think of this novel?"

Morikawa Kuniharu shook his head:

"I only showed this novel to the editor-in-chief Matsui Toshi. I personally followed up on the proofreading and printing process. Not many people saw it."

"Ha, thank you for your hard work, Kuniharu-san." Naoki Nagayama smiled.

"But Naoki-san, although I can understand your desire for anonymity," Morikawa Kuniharu continued, "the social psychology of human struggle and reaction contained in the novel Paradise Lost is indeed very artistic."

“It can be said that this book will surely win the favor of many novel critics!”

Morikawa Kuniharu took a sip of coffee.
"If you win the award, will you still not show up?"

Naoki Nagayama smiled. For his previous novels, except for the first one "Summer Garden" which was his first time to receive an award, and "Love Letter" which won the Naoki Prize, he had never received any other awards.

In fact, Naoki Nagayama won many awards, big and small, and he asked Kuniharu Morikawa to help him receive them.

"Haha, I would only show up if it was the Akutagawa Prize or the Naoki Prize." Naoyama Naoki laughed, "Forget about the others!"

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Morikawa Kuniharu looked at the guy in front of him and felt deeply moved. He ignored the honors that other authors were vying for.
It’s really like drought and drought, and waterlogging and waterlogging!

After finishing their business, the two sat in the cafe and chatted, of course, they couldn't forget yesterday's Academy Awards live broadcast.

"Naoki-san, are you really confident?"

"I'm probably about 50% sure!" Nagayama Naoki did not hide it, "But after all, there are too few Japanese people who have won foreign awards."

Morikawa Kuniharu paused:
"Naoki-san, have you ever thought about seeking the support of the Ministry of Education?"

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"Come to think of it," Morikawa Kuniharu continued, "Shogakukan has some friends in the Ministry of Education."

Naoki Nagayama understood the meaning of the song and immediately understood the mysterious meaning behind it. He also understood that he needed to win over all the support he could find!

"Bongzhi-san, I heard there's a new club opening in Roppongi. How about I treat you? Invite your friends and we can go and experience it together?"

".Haha, of course there is no problem!"

　Ancestor worship. I took some time to write this. That’s all for today~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)