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"Thank you, Editor Maeda."

"Senior has worked hard."

Teruki Maeda smiled and waved his hands, responding humbly and politely to the envious eyes of his colleagues one by one, and quietly straightened his body a little.

He had just walked out of the president's office, and he received the good news that the weekly magazine that published Mr. Tsushima's works was in short supply and urgently reprinted.

"As expected of Teacher Tsushima, I need to call the teacher quickly for the newly received manuscript fee." Teruki Maeda, who quickly changed from an intern editor to a full-time editor, took out his mobile phone and prepared to contact Osamu Dazai.

Not long ago, he was a newcomer in the internship period who was bullied by old fried dough sticks, worked overtime until he died suddenly, and now he has transformed into a hot celebrity in Mihua Publishing House.Everything is the blessing of Teacher Totsushima, and he must not live up to the teacher's expectations.

Thinking that the teacher was still waiting for the manuscript fee to order takeaway, Teruki Maeda's eyes became more determined.

Throughout the ages, how many outstanding literary geniuses have lived in poverty throughout their lives, and were not discovered until after death, and their lives were miserable and withered.

Mr. Tsushima is such a talented person, he must not be starved to death by a meal!

"Hello? Editor Maeda? Author fee... Oh, I see. I also have something to discuss with you. See you at Café Poirot." Osamu Dazai clasped the phone between his shoulders, murmured lazily, and his hands kept moving Opening the shell of an Alaskan king crab.

The fat to oily bright orange crab roe is steaming hot, and the snow-white crab meat is dipped in the prepared sauce and vinegar. Osamu Dazai's taste buds that have been devastated by all kinds of heavy salt and heavy oil takeaways are finally relieved.

"Sure enough, crabs are the best," he blissfully blissfully tapped the screen of his phone, "Zero sauce, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry." Looking helplessly at the scraps of crab meat in Osamu Dazai's bowl, he wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, buried his face on the top head of the hell three-headed dog in his arms, and forced himself to hypnotize: "I just An AI, I shouldn't be hungry... Woohoo, I'm so hungry."

The little black dog who had wet the sand with the saliva from the three mouths whined, lowered its head and gnawed on the loose grass skirt, tore off a large piece of straw, swallowed it and chewed it.

"This is data, not real grass." Zero Zero One key restored the clothes, squatted down and seriously educated the puppy who was mentally retarded than himself, "It's useless to eat it, and it makes you more greedy."

are you a devilThe puppy looks at its owner in disbelief, why should it cruelly smash its fantasy?It just wants to lie to itself, isn't that all right?

Lingling: No, we must respect Ke Xue.

Satisfied, Osamu Dazai ate the whole crab. He casually signed his name on the bill handed over by the clerk, and immediately saw the appointment text message from Teruki Maeda.

"It's just a good time to have dinner at Poirot's Cafe, and pack two sandwiches for supper at home." Osamu Dazai calculated it carefully, it's good, it's another day of frugality.

He is doing big things recently, which are more expensive, so save as much as you can.

What?Did you ask him that the Alaskan king crab he just ate was free?

How can eating crabs be called a waste!Dazai's governance is straightforward, and only crabs can warm this decaying and oxidized world.Someone is actually trying to deprive him of his only happiness, you have no heart!

"Mr. Tsushima, you must not underestimate yourself when it comes to eating!" Teruki Maeda looked at the thin figure of the teacher he respected, and wept sadly for the teacher's poverty.

"Your first work is so good, it will definitely be better in the future! Your body is important, please don't stay up late every day to order takeaway."

Maeda Teruki fucked his mother Sang's heartbroken, wishing to pour a bucket of protein-powder to Osamu Dazai on the spot to turn him into a muscular hunk.

Dazai Osamu, who had a crab meal worth Maeda Teruki's monthly salary, took a sip of coffee calmly. He glanced at Ling Ling, a little fool crouching on the screen laughing like a mentally retarded man, and quickly changed the subject.

"Editor Maeda, I have something to discuss with you this time." Osamu Dazai pressed his fingertips lightly, forming a tower shape, with a leisurely posture.

"Please tell me." Teruki Maeda straightened his back, "Is it about the new book? Please allow me to read it!"

No, he didn't finish the beginning.Osamu Dazai's eyes wandered for a moment, and he decided to ignore this problem.

"I want to adapt "Death of Nobody" into a drama and stage it in Tokyo recently. I'm afraid I'll trouble you with copyright-related issues." He said calmly.

"Huh?" Teruki Maeda's eyes widened, "Your work... Indeed, "Death of the Nameless" is very suitable for adaptation into a drama, and your storyboard has also been recognized by many readers, but, but..."

But they don't have a sponsor!

There are many examples of novels being adapted into plays, but that is the treatment that can only be enjoyed by novelists who have made a name for themselves.Mr. Tsushima's blockbuster momentum is fierce, but he is an out-and-out rookie in the industry.

"This... I don't mean to hit the teacher," Teruki Maeda said tactfully, "I will try my best to get sponsors for the teacher. Maybe I can perform in a small theater, and your fans should be willing to support it."

But there is a high probability that it is a loss-making business, so don't tell the teacher this fact.

After all, Mr. Tsushima is young and has never been beaten by the society. As a reliable adult, he must protect the teacher's self-esteem!

"Don't worry, I will solve the problem of funds and connections." Osamu Dazai waved his hand, indicating that the problem is not big.

"Ah?" Hearing this, Maeda Teruki's eyes sharpened instantly.

He clearly remembered that when they met for the first time, Mr. Tsushima bluntly said that he had no money to eat and had to pack two extra sandwiches for tomorrow's meal. The sincerity of the teacher's tone at that time was by no means an illusion.

It's only been a few days, why did Mr. Tsushima become so confident?

Could it be that he misread?Mr. Tsushima's character design is not actually the impoverished writer he imagined, but the heir to a wealthy family who will go home and inherit billions of dollars if he doesn't write a good book! ?

Hiss——Thinking about it carefully, didn't the lingering superior temperament and excellent taste of Mr. Tsushima prove that the teacher is not extraordinary?

It was because he didn't see through the hints the teacher gave him, he was really stupid!

As expected of Tsushima-sensei, he is an unpredictable misty man.

The photo of the teacher wearing a cheongsam and going out to buy vegetables on the forum may also be true. This is a clever disguise made by the teacher to avoid being followed by his family!

What an admirable existence!

In order to pursue his dream, the teacher must have sacrificed a lot.From a rich and wealthy young man who is drunk with money to a squatting house where he can only eat takeout every meal, what remains unchanged is Mr. Tsushima's golden heart of literature!

Nowadays, in order to let more people see his work, the teacher contacted the family that cut off his dream with tears and humiliation, and even bowed his proud head to the former enemy.

Being able to get so much sponsorship, the teacher must have signed a lot of unequal treaties. It was so heartbreaking that Teruki Maeda couldn't help crying.

"I see, I believe in the teacher!" Maeda Teruki didn't ask any more, he clenched his fist firmly and said with full of fighting spirit: "I will do my best to promote the teacher! Even wearing a puppet costume to hand out leaflets on the street is completely manly. !"

"...It's not like that." Dazai Osamu didn't know what Maeda Teruki had imagined in just a few seconds, and he didn't understand why he suddenly burst into tears.

Osamu Dazai: Is it the eye of a needle?Go to the hospital as soon as possible.

Osamu Dazai didn't expect the propaganda of Mihua Magazine to be of much use, no matter how sophisticated the methods of their propaganda department were, they couldn't compete with a single person who opened tens of millions of trumpets with fine points.

Zero zero: mitosis, don't cue

As for how many people can eat Amway and whether theater tickets can be sold...

The domineering AI with its own [Box Office Miracle] buff is unreasonable.

"The play will be held at the Tokyo Opera House, and the team of stage actors from Paris has agreed to my invitation. This play will only be staged once, and tickets will be sent to you when the time comes." Osamu Dazai said lightly, "Let me just ask By the way, don't you have any children at home?"

"No, I don't have a girlfriend yet." Teruki Maeda rubbed his head embarrassingly, "What's wrong?"

"Just a reminder," Osamu Dazai slightly curled his lower lip, and said inexplicably, "I'm afraid this play is not suitable for children to watch."