tokyo writer

Since his education and age are flawed, he must package himself in terms of appearance and conversation to ensure that he can leave a good impression on the editor.

All the preparations are done, I hope tomorrow's submission will go well!

[2.Chapter 2 door-to-door submission]

In the afternoon of the next day, Hiroto Akihara tidied himself up, took the manuscript, and walked out of the apartment neatly.

It was only 1 pm at the moment, which was still early for the agreed time, but the submission of the manuscript meant a lot to him, so it was better to start early.

He walked all the way to the nearest station, took the tram to Bunkyo District, and arrived at today's destination at 2:10—Mantansha office building.

He raised his head and observed.

This building is a gray building. It looks less than 10 years old. The whole building is more than 20 floors high. Against the backdrop of a bunch of low buildings around it, it looks extraordinarily tall and magnificent.

At the main entrance of the building, men and women in black suits came in and out from time to time.

Following the flow of people, Hiroto Akihara walked into the lobby, ran directly to the reception desk, and said politely to the female staff at the front desk: "I am Hiroto Akihara, who came to submit an article, how can I get to the editorial department of "Tokyo Literature" .”

Hearing his inquiry, the female staff at the front desk showed a standardized professional smile, "Do you have an appointment for Akihara-san?"

"I have already made an appointment with the staff of the editorial department, and the time is 3 pm."

Although it was still early, he planned to wait first. After all, he wanted something from others, so he had better put on a good posture at the moment.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The female staff member nodded to him, picked up the intercom, asked a few words softly, then raised her head and smiled: "Akihara-san, the editorial department of "Tokyo Literature" is on the 16th floor, please Come with me."

She stood up, then smiled and led Hiroto Akihara to a conference room on the 16th floor, and arranged for him to sit down and wait.

This meeting room is not big, there is only a long table and chairs placed on both sides, Akihara Hiroto made a judgment in his heart, and guessed that this is a place specially used to receive contributors.

Afterwards, the female staff poured him a cup of tea, brought a registration form for him to fill out, and turned and left the conference room.

Hiroto Akihara sat on the office chair, placed the manuscript flat on the table in front of him, and began to fill in the registration form, completely filling in his personal information and contact information.

After filling out the form, he adjusted his sitting posture again, and thought about his excuses for a while. Seeing that the person hadn't come yet, he couldn't help but pick up the manuscript and go through it quickly.

But to his surprise, the wait lasted more than 3 hours.

After drinking the tea, his mouth was dry, and he was thinking wildly for a long time, but the other party didn't even have a shadow, which made him feel a little angry.

He left on purpose, but felt that if he just left, the time spent before would become a sunk cost. After careful consideration, he decided to stay.

He really needs money now, and if he makes an appointment to submit a manuscript to another publishing house, it may be too late...

After making this decision, he waited for a long time and went to the toilet twice.

Just when he couldn't help but want to go to the editorial office on the same floor, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked in.

The man, in his mid-40s, is described as tall and straight, wearing a well-fitting suit and a square face.

But on this face, there was a smile that didn't fit his temperament, very much like those politicians on TV.

He pushed open the door, strode in, sat directly opposite Akihara Hiroto, and then said, "I've been waiting for a long time, I'm Takei Kohei, the editor of "Tokyo Literature"."

Hiroto Akihara heaved a sigh of relief when he finally met the editor who was connected. He immediately stood up, bowed and introduced himself.

The male editor named Takei Kohei just nodded, motioning for Hiroto Akihara to sit down, then picked up the registration form he had filled out before, and began to read it word by word.

Seeing that the smile on the other party's face gradually subsided, Akihara Hiroto had a bad feeling.

After a while, Takei Kohei finished reading the registration form, and put on that "politician" smile again.

"Akihara-san, is this your first time submitting to Mandansha? Do you have any experience of submitting or winning awards in other magazines before?"

He asked this intentionally. In the current neon literary world, there are no more than two ways for new writers to make their debut, either to participate in the competition to win the newcomer award, or to submit directly to the publishing house.

If it was the former, he would pay attention to the other party's manuscript no matter what, but if it was the latter, the submitted manuscript was basically unsatisfactory, so he was too lazy to waste time.

Akihara Hiroto didn't know the intention of the other party's question, but he knew that he was flawed in both academic and other aspects, so the plan he made for himself was to let the other party review the manuscript as soon as possible.

After all, this article he wrote was selected from many works in his previous life, and he believed that the other party would be convinced after reading it.

After thinking for two seconds, Hiroto Akihara decided to speak bluntly: "Sorry, I'm just a newcomer. Although I have no award-winning experience, I hope you can take a look at my manuscript."

Hearing these words, Takei Kohei couldn't help feeling disappointed.

After reading Hiroto Akihara's personal registration form, he already knew the other party's education background and background. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't think that a high school graduate from a poor place in Hokkaido would have any outstanding writing skills.

At the other party's age, I don't know if I have read all the famous works on the market, and I don't know how much life experience I have. How can the written things be interesting?

Do you really think you are a genius?

Hurry up and go back and study for two more years!

He didn't bother to think about it. This kind of idiot has not been uncommon since he became an editor. Especially after the economic crisis, there are more people who want to contribute articles to make a living, which increases his workload a lot.

You know, he is going to Ginza to drink with a best-selling author tonight, how can he be in the mood to deal with such trash.

Although he was disdainful in his heart, he still said with that "false" smile: "Akihara-san, I understand your situation. Can you keep your work, I want to read your article carefully."

He didn't plan to read it at all. As the deputy editor-in-chief of "Tokyo Literature", his time is very precious.If it weren't for the publishing house's rule that submissions are editorial shifts, he wouldn't waste time sitting here with a newcomer.

Akihara Hiroto didn't expect that the other party didn't even have the patience to read the manuscript on the spot, and his heart sank.

He was a little dissatisfied, but decided to give it a try, so he persuaded: "Editor Wu Jing, my article..."

Before he finished speaking, Takei Kohei interrupted him: "I'm really sorry, Akihara-san, I hope you can understand our hard work in this industry. In short, please leave the manuscript."

After a pause, he added: "After reading the manuscript, I will reply to you as soon as possible."

He planned to wait and throw the manuscript directly to the assistant, and write a rejection letter as soon as possible to make the other party give up.

A country bumpkin from Hokkaido should honestly go home and go fishing, fulfilling his dream of being a writer.

Hiroto Akihara intends to speak again, but seeing Kohei Takei who is sitting across from him has already looked at his watch, which means "thank you".

In desperation, he had no choice but to accept the facts. After all, repeated persuasion would only lead to resentment, and he could only hope that the other party would perform their responsibilities well in the future.

"That's a shame."

He stood up, bowed and left the conference room, leaving behind his own manuscript—this was just a photocopy, the original was in his own hands.

Nihong is very strict about copyright protection. Mantanshe, as one of the largest publishing houses, will be a huge scandal if the manuscript is stolen, so there is no need to worry about the risk in this regard.

It's just that after waiting for most of the afternoon today, he was kicked out without saying a word, which made him feel a little hazy.

This society is very realistic, the weak without status can only suffer this kind of treatment forever!

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