Ke Xue's Kogoro

Chapter 306
In the living room of Zhukou's house, Kogoro was invited by Zhukou Yigui to sit on the sofa beside the coffee table.As the manager, Keir stood behind Kogoro.

Conan and Koshimizu Nanatsuki were arranged to rest in the small hall next to them, and editor Anabuki also brought tea and snacks.

Zhukou Yigui looked 55 years old, with a broad body and a fat body, with gray hair.Wearing a pair of thick glasses, the wrinkles on his face are layered like the pages of a book, and he has the temperament of a scholar.

He is indeed a real writer. He is actually a little disdainful of fake writers like Kogoro who write autobiographies about his own real experiences and need help from others to revise and polish them.

It is true that Kogoro has published two books so far, both of which are cases solved before.There are 6~8 cases in each book. In addition to fans buying, the police of the Metropolitan Police Department are the largest consumer group.

Of course, it is limited to the Metropolitan Police Department.

After chatting for a few words, Zhukou Yigui knew that Kogoro was a complete layman when it came to novels.Soon, he changed the subject to the ring in his hand.

Kogoro can't help it either, if you ask him to talk about the future development of online novels, he will definitely be right.But traditional literature, its development will not change according to the market.

"Mr. Maori, what do you think of my ring?"

Zhukou Yigui stretched out his left hand, wearing a shiny diamond ring on his middle finger.How shiny is it?This ring, which is only the size of a thumb, is inlaid with a full 49 diamonds, which are arranged in a diamond shape, dazzling and eye-catching.

Kogoro said that he would never be able to appreciate this kind of earthy shape and design.

But there is still something to be said on the scene, Kogoro expressed just the right exclamation: "Amazing, Mr. Mokuchi. How did you come up with the 49 diamond ring?"

Zhukou Yigui was a little surprised: "Mr. Maori, you can tell at a glance that this ring was designed by me. Heroes see the same thing."

Koshimizu Nanatsuki almost spit out the tea, this is so fucking exaggerated.

Kogoro said with some embarrassment: "Well, this is indeed the first time I have seen such a ring, but it is indeed amazing."

Zhukou Masuki looked very intoxicated, raised his left hand and said, "This ring is specially designed by me to commemorate one of my works."

All the mouths became more and more expensive, biting the number one hundred very hard.

"My original plan was to put 100 diamonds, and you can see that '100th' is engraved here. Unfortunately, the designer disagreed, saying that it would look too bad, so I finally gave up."

Kogoro praised: "But it doesn't affect the luxury of this ring at all."

"That's right, Wahaha!"

Kogoro laughed a few times in embarrassment.

"pat~"

Kogoro looked at the coffee table, which was a portable video recorder.

Dejima, a freelance writer, said, "Excuse me, I need to change the tape."

Kogoro felt a little outrageous, and felt that many digital products had a serious sense of separation from his own understanding.My mobile phone is the latest smartphone, but you still use this kind of thing to record?
And that photographer, Tarumi, didn't even have a video camera, so he actually used a digital camera instead.

Kogoro seriously doubts the professional level of the two of them.

Here, Conan looked deep in thought.

Nanatsuki Koshimizu couldn't help asking: "Conan, what are you thinking?"

Conan said, "I just miss Mr. Zhukou."

"In my imagination, Mr. Zhuguchi should be a restless and a bit neurotic person. Because I have read his books, and the details of reasoning in them are very well grasped. Logically speaking, he is not The person who is acting like this at the moment.”

Nanatsuki Koshimi didn't understand, so he said, "Why? Could it be that what kind of person would write what kind of book?"

"Yes, for example, the autobiography written by my uncle. The whole article is very straightforward, without any writing style, no story foreshadowing, and the plot unfolds very bluntly. Just like his usual performance."

Yue Shui Nanatsuki couldn't understand it even more: "But, I don't think uncle is the kind of person you said."

Conan complained in his heart: That's because you don't have much contact.

After changing the tape, Dejima took out a copy of Bungaishi. He pointed to the preview page of the book and said, "The meeting between the two of you has already been previewed in the book. Tonight we will have a rehearsal first, and tomorrow morning at 5:[-] The official recording begins."

Dejima handed the book to Moroguchi Masuki, and took another one and gave it to Kogoro.

Kogoro flipped through it casually, he didn't care about these.

Zhukou Yigui looked at the preview page for a long time. Suddenly, he frowned and said, "Huh?"

Kogoro turned his eyes to the pages of the book again, and after reading it carefully, he didn't find any problems.

"Anabuki, do you have a ruler with you?"

Anabuki took out the tape measure from his pocket: "Yes, I always carry a tape measure with me."

Zhukou Yigui took the tape measure over and put it on the page to measure, and the other people who read it looked confused.

Immediately afterwards, Zhukou Yigui said angrily: "I read it right, my name is 1 mm smaller than other writers, right? Are you playing me on purpose?"

Zhukou Yigui yelled the number 1 very loudly.

Anabuki quickly explained: "That's not the case, it's just that text of this size is easier to type."

In Zhukou Yigui's view, if his name is smaller than other writers, it means that the publishing house is underestimating himself.He absolutely does not allow such a thing to happen.

"Then, wouldn't it be easier to typeset if you reduced the names of other writers?"

Zhukou Yigui must be making trouble for no reason, but as his editor, Anabuki can't ignore his wishes.You know, it is rare to see a writer who can publish a hundred books and sell them all.

The publishing house will definitely not be unhappy with Zhukou Yigui because of a small editor.

So Acubuki could only bow his head and feel sad secretly, as if he was complaining in his heart.It is definitely impossible for her to say something cruel.

Zhukou Yigui saw Acubuki's appearance, and knew that she didn't convince him.So angrily he slammed the magazine onto Anabuki's head, hitting her cheek.

The magazine of Literature and Art Times was very thick, nearly the thickness of two fingers, and when it fell on Anabuki's cheek, her face was visibly reddened.

"Really, you useless person!"

Anabuki quickly apologized: "I'm really sorry, this kind of thing won't happen again in the future."

Hey, that's adult life.

Zhukou Yigui did not calm down, but instead said: "Really, it would be great if you were as responsible as the former autumn field editor. He can do whatever I ask for."

Zhukou Yigui recalled to himself: "From the collection of information to the knowledge of criminal methods, he really did not hesitate to pay any price for me."

(End of this chapter)