Central Plains Commander

"Did Poe's interview not go well?" Seeing the tired look on the editor's face, Zhong also asked in surprise.

"No, how should I put it, if you say it goes well, it's really smooth, but if you say it's not smooth, it's really not smooth..." The editor-in-chief stretched out his hand and wiped his face, "In short, Mr. Poe's serialization will also be published in our series in the future. Published simultaneously in the magazine, and the copyright of the Japanese version of the novel will also be handed over to us. From this point of view, our interview should be considered very smooth.”

"So that Mr. Edgar Allan Poe's personal interview didn't go well?" Rimbaud leaned over and asked curiously.

"Yes...Mr. Poe is a typical socially handicapped person, and he must be more than [-] centimeters away from him when talking to him..." When talking about this, the editor-in-chief couldn't help covering his face hard. He never thought of such a situation. The famous detective novelist is actually a social fear, and the degree of social fear is quite serious. Not only does he cover half of his face with thick bangs in his dress, but he also speaks in a very soft voice. As long as he waits for someone to get closer, Or if the voice is a little louder, the other party will show a considerable degree of panic, so that they have to talk to each other carefully.

But at a distance of half a meter, you can’t speak too loudly. Even when taking pictures, the other party will subconsciously avoid the front, so the photographer had to find a lot of angles to barely take a picture without him. Not a bad photo to come.To tell the truth, if Edgar Allan Poe's pet, a raccoon named Carl, hadn't been there to ease the atmosphere, their talks probably wouldn't have gone on.

I really don't know how he participated in the detective reasoning contest a few years ago and made it all the way to the final.

After this day's interview, they were all very tired. The only thing that could be said to be relatively easy was Poe's ability to speak Japanese. Although some words were subtle, he Being able to speak Japanese has greatly avoided communication problems—it’s not that they can’t speak English—the point is that Edgar Allan Poe expressed his willingness to translate his novels into Japanese by himself, so as to avoid the need for translators Improper use of words in translation cannot more accurately translate what Edgar Allan Poe wanted.

"Go and have a good rest." After hearing what he said, Zhong couldn't help but reached out and patted the editor-in-chief's shoulder,

"Okay." The editor-in-chief floated all the way back to his room, and he was very worried that he would just spit out the soul in his mouth in the middle of walking.

The condition of the few people who went to Poe’s interview with the editor-in-chief was similar. They floated back to their respective rooms with pale faces, like wandering spirits. Zhong was also very worried about their condition, very worried about them. Will I be able to interview Kudo Yusaku normally (hey, you capitalist!).

After sending this group of guys who seemed to fall to the ground at any moment to rest, Chuya returned to his room. Before he had taken two steps, he saw a few people approaching from the other side who were in the opposite state from the previous group.

"Hey, it seems that your work is going well." Chuya still greeted them out of face.

"Haha, that's true." An editor smiled and raised the SLR in his hand, "We took a lot of photos, and Oda and Dazai went to Broadway to watch a musical performance."

"Really?" As soon as the song and dance drama was mentioned, Zhong couldn't help but recall what happened yesterday. He actually chose to kill people on the stage. It really made people wonder how to complain.

Oda Sakunosuke whose name was mentioned raised his head and greeted Nakaya first, then took out a musical poster from his pocket and handed it over, "Dazai and I went to see this, Nakaya If Mr. Ye is interested, you can also go to see it with Mr. Rimbaud. It is a French musical with an excellent performance."

Zhong also took a look. The title of the play written on the poster was "Rock and Roll Mozart". He was stunned. He and Rimbaud had watched this musical play in Tokyo before, and the songs in it brought them a very strong feeling. Shocked, "Thank you for the recommendation."

"Oh, I just said that this slug must have seen this." Osamu Dazai, who was almost leaning on him, said casually, "After all, such a classic French musical, this slug will definitely not miss it."

"Dazai-kun, such a title is really not good." Oda Sakunosuke retorted subconsciously.

The fact that Osamu Dazai often hates Chuya Nakahara is not something that needs to be kept secret in the magazine. Many editors say in private that thanks to Mr. Nakahara’s good temper, otherwise Dazai-kun’s shoes will probably be worn until he retires. not finished.

Nakaya gave Osamu Dazai a cold look, and didn't bother to quarrel with him, just nodded to them, and walked back to his room with the poster.

Osamu Dazai had already seen it from his reaction in the morning, and he was even more convinced of one thing at this time, so when he followed Odasaku back to the room, he was in a good mood, "It seems that this time is It’s cheaper than that guy Fitzgerald, but it’s also good, there are fewer guys to make trouble.”

"Dazai, what are you talking about?" Oda Sakunosuke asked curiously.

"Nothing." Osamu Dazai said with a smile and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his friend's shoulders.

Early the next morning, Zhong also saw a group of people who had a good rest appeared in the restaurant again refreshed, and he couldn't help asking the editor-in-chief, "Are you really all right?"

"It's okay, and today I went to find Mr. Kudo Yusaku for an interview!" When the editor-in-chief mentioned the author he liked, his eyes immediately lit up, and he had the same ghostly look as when he came back last night. The outside state is completely different.

"Okay..." Zhong also looked at the editor who recovered so quickly, and felt that they could still understand them. Anyway, today is to do an interview with an author he likes, so it is reasonable to be so excited.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, Mr. Zhongyuan, do you have any other activities today?" The assistant at the side suddenly ran over, with one hand still covering the phone, and he seemed to be in the middle of a call.

"Today?" Zhong also looked back at Rimbaud strangely, "What's going on with you?"

"Ah, it was mainly Mr. Kudo who asked if he could meet the gentleman who helped his son." The assistant said in a low voice.

"Commander, please feel free to go and play. The business negotiation is left to me and Colorado." Nagato said and stood up, "Colorado's plane has arrived early this morning."

While she was talking, Colorado had already walked over in a decent suit. With a very immature face, a slim figure and an elite suit, Colorado looked like an impeccable financial elite.She walked over confidently, and greeted them energetically, "Good morning, Commander. Good morning, everyone."

"I'll leave the business talks to you." Nakaya paused. After all, this is a world that really lacks literary talents. In his opinion, there are not many books that can be read on the market. Yusaku Kudo is a rare master. So if there is a chance to meet the other party, even he will be a little moved.

"Hey, then can we also visit?" Osamu Dazai who came out of nowhere asked equally curiously, "After all, he is such a famous writer. He also has a very famous celebrity wife!"

"Hey, you bastard, don't just come out and make trouble for others!" A vein suddenly appeared on Chuya's forehead.

"Ah, this..." The assistant was a little embarrassed, he swallowed and said, "Let me ask..."

"Dazai?" When Oda Sakunosuke came over, he happened to see Chuya and Dazai chasing after him, while the assistant at the side ran to a quiet corner and was on the phone, "What are you doing?"

After all, Osamu Dazai’s physical strength was not comparable to Nakahara Chuya’s, and he was caught soon, and he was about to be severely beaten, when the editor beside him said in surprise, “Hey? Is it possible? Everyone? This is Is it too much trouble for you? Is it really okay? Okay, thank you, thank you very much!"

Although these few words were a bit out of date, Dazai Osamu had already shown a very proud smile, and he made a proud V to the fist that was about to hit him.

Nakahara also closed his eyes, although he knew that leaving marks on someone's face when he went to visit others was not very good-looking, but he still couldn't help it, and slapped Osamu Dazai hard on the back, knocked him back.

"It's too violent..." Feeling that he was about to vomit blood from the slap, Dazai staggered and fell on the dining room table.

"Dazai?" The bewildered Oda Sakunosuke walked over inexplicably, and helped Dazai up, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, no, I'm fine, I was seriously injured by a little guy." Before Dazai finished speaking, Chuya's voice came from the side, "Then let this guy stay here, let's go Yusaku Kudo, Oda, do you want to stay and take care of him?"

"Ah, I think I'm fine." Osamu Dazai immediately jumped up from the ground with full of blood, and he tried to go to Kudo Yuu's writer together, was it because he wanted to let Sakunosuke Oda chat with this great writer?

Oda Sakunosuke, who was confused all the time, looked around strangely, and finally asked as if confirming, "Is there really no problem?"

"It's okay." Osamu Dazai waved his hands again and again.

Yusaku Kudo would kindly allow so many of them to visit his mansion together. On the one hand, it was naturally because he wanted to thank the person who helped his son and future wife on the way, and on the other hand It is also because he also knows that there are also several writers who have emerged in the Japanese literary world.

Although it seems that the new trend of thought has not gone abroad, Yusaku Kudo is still a Japanese after all, and he still cares about the development of the literary world in his own country. He ordered the magazine of the new thought trend before going abroad, and he did not forget it when he went abroad. Let my son pack and mail the magazines to Japan every quarter.I heard that when several authors he liked in New Thought released a collection of novels, he didn't forget to ask his son to buy them and send them along.

This time I heard that Mr. Oda Saku and Mr. Yandao Zhonger are both here. In fact, Kudo Yusaku really wants to communicate with these two teachers who focus on writing pure literature.

The author has something to say:

Unexpectedly, Yusaku Kudo is actually a loyal reader of the new trend of thought.

感谢在2020-10-1023:59:27~2020-10-1123:59:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 glass phoenix;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Law2 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!