At the end of July, Tokyo is hot, and the image of beautiful girls wearing short skirts can be seen everywhere on the streets of Shibuya, which also gives many mischiefs the eyes. At this time, it is the most prosperous moment for the entire Japan economy. The country's high prosperity can be seen from the most prosperous administrative districts in the capital area.

The Fujikang District of Tokyo is located in the central area of ​​Tokyo's 23rd District, with the Emperor's residence and the central government's location, and the straight-line distance is only about three kilometers. This is the cultural center of Tokyo, which gathers many private universities, middle schools, and universities in Japan. The main campus of the University of Tokyo is located here. Overall, there are no less than ten universities of various types, no less than twenty high schools of various types, and nearly a hundred universities gather together in a radius of only a few kilometers. It is really worthy of its reputation as a cultural and educational district.

Kodansha, one of Japan's largest publishing companies, is located here.

Kodansha is Japan's largest comprehensive publishing house and one of the major comic publishing houses in Japan. It is also known as the Mio of Manga in the Japanese publishing industry. It was the predecessor of the Odokurika Oratorium, founded in 1909. At that time, it was published and debate magazine debate. It was used together with the Odokurika Oratorium in 1911, and then it was changed to the current name in 1958, namely Kodansha Co., Ltd.

However, even though it enjoys a high status in Japan, the office building itself is not an exaggerated skyscraper, but just a five-story villa-style building.

The word "small and refined" has always been common in the literary publishing industry. As a company that publishes books, it does not require too many employees, because most of the products are delivered directly by writers living across the country. A book is a product, and how much space does a book use?

At noon, about one minute after nine o'clock, a small box truck stopped at the entrance of the Kotanshe Building. When Hirota got out of the car, he was surprised to see a handsome middle-aged man walking towards him quickly.

"Oh, this isn't Tsukamoto Sang, why did you go to the door to pick up the goods?"

The middle-aged man nodded to him with a serious expression, but said in a kind tone: "Shame, ashamed, I was actually a little late today, and I just walked into the lobby. Hirota Sang, are there many express delivery today?"

Hirota opened the door of the cargo box quickly: "It's about twenty-five pieces, all of which are sent to you by the manuscripts of Kotanshe. Haha, don't look at the large number, it doesn't take up any space at all. It's not like I'm sending textbooks to Dongda University, all the piles are going to die!"

Tsukamoto smiled indifferently: "The nature is different. As for university, twenty-five books are just a subject in a small class. Just pile up manuscripts at my feet. You can go upstairs if you don't have to."

Hirota showed joy: "That's really thankful, Tsukamoto, I'll work harder too."

Twenty-five books weigh a lot, but as a courier, Hirota certainly has no doubt about his physical fitness. After putting things on the steps with his hands and feet, he quickly drove the boxes of goods and prepared to go to the next house.

Tsukamoto stood in front of the company's door and waved to it.

A young man ran out immediately: "Editor-in-Chief!"

"Look for two people and move these books back, I'll get one first."

Seeing the thin package on the upper floor, Tsukamoto pulled it up casually and then quickly walked into the company.

Tsukamoto is a person who cares about details. He is well-organized by the editor-in-chief room on the fifth floor. Not only books, but also the placement of the ashtray, where is each half-smoked cigarette placed in the ashtray, and how the flower pot on the windowsill is placed. He can clearly remember every detail, and he will never let the secretary change it at will.

When he walked into the editorial room, he ordered his secretary Ejima to pour himself a cup of Horizon. Tsukamoto sat on the office chair. The first thing that caught his eye was the nomination list for this year's "Edogawa Ranbu Award".

That was what he asked Ejima to put here the day before yesterday. The Edogawa Ranbu Award is one of the most important awards in the Japanese mystery novel world. With unpublished novels as a manuscript, he can always find a literary rookie like a star. It can be said that understanding this list is the best way to understand the development of the Japanese mystery literary world in the next few years.

Since the first edition of the 1950s, the winning works of Edogawa Ranbu Awards were published by Kotansha, and have long been one of the most important components of this time-honored publishing house. Not only Tsumamoto, but every editor-in-chief in the past must grasp the list of each edition in detail and auspiciously.

However, for two years, Tsukamoto has been disappointed.

The reason is simple, and there have been no outstanding enough works.

Although there will still be winners in each session, it is just a choice between the best and the best. They are also newcomers' debuts. The winners of these two sessions are actually not worthy of this title.

Logically speaking, most of the new writers of reasoning in Japan will send their works to Kotanshe. Even if they cannot win awards, they will be good to try their luck. But in the past two years, it seems that they have been affected by the great economic development of Japan. Many potential writers who may have entered the literary world have given up their pens and thrown their energy into the stock market like crazy.

Tsukamoto didn't know whether they made money, but if the quality of the works of the next Edogawa Ranbu Award is still not as good as the editor, he will definitely be blamed by the president.

"Editor, your tea."

Just as Tsukamoto was frowning at the list, his secretary Ejima walked in with a teacup.

Tsukamoto had no time to take care of it, waved his hand and said, "Well, just put it wherever you want."

"Okay editor-in-chief."

Ejima put the teacup on the table and looked at the express parcel placed on the table by Tsukamoto.

"Oh, isn't this the United States address??"

Tsumamoto looked up: "What America?"

Ejima pointed to the package on the table in surprise: "Address, editor-in-chief, did this package come from Oh, or was it sent from Los Angeles!"

It’s just a routine meeting to submit the submissions to the publishing house. I have to handle so much every day. Tsukamoto really didn’t pay attention to the address. He picked it up and saw that it was actually the address in Los Angeles, USA!

"King Alice?"

Seeing this name that obviously does not belong to an ordinary Japanese, Tsukamoto frowned slightly: "Ejima, you go out first."

"Okay editor-in-chief."

There was no sense of existence in Ejima's departure, and Tsukamoto's attention was attracted by this name.

King Alice?

The first moment he saw this name, Tsukamoto realized that he looked very familiar. It seemed that he had heard of the name through various channels for a long time. This idea was somewhat funny. What does "various channels" mean? For him, who has been in the publishing industry for 20 years, he understood it more thoroughly than any ordinary person.

"No matter what, let's take a look at the content first."

Having already remembered this person's name deeply in his mind, Tsukamoto skillfully unpacked the package, revealing a very exquisitely bound manuscript.

What made him a little funny was that the author of this novel actually wrote "Suggestions for Listing: Summary Novels" on the cover.

"It's true, I'm saying that Cao Cao has arrived. Another mystery novel has been delivered to me?"

Tsukamoto smiled bitterly and looked at the nomination list of Edogawa Ranbu Awards next to him. This year's works will be published at the beginning of next year, but the list has been compiled now. After all, this is an award for new writers' unpublished novels. Whether it is awards or subsequent publicity, there will be a lot of work to be done before the book is officially launched.

"Maybe this instinct can catch up and see the quality."

In this way, Tsukamoto opened the page casually, and three huge men immediately caught his eye.

At the same time, just outside the editor-in-chief's office, more than a dozen senior editors are also chatting to start a new day.

"Ah, I'm so sleepy"

But early in the morning, Qingzhi lazily lay on the table and stopped working. He had been yawning since he started working, and anyone could see the two black panda eyes.

Chunzi, the female editor sitting behind him, spoke, but she said something about the king's contempt: "It's not because you have to stay up late to pass Mario, you deserve it."

This statement has caused a rebound. Hongzhi, a graduate student who is only twenty-five years old, is qualified to sit here. He said, "Oh, Chunzi, you have to understand. Super Mario is a super fun game. When it was first released, I stayed up late with a few classmates."

Chunzi didn't let him say: "You were in college. Qingzhi is going to be a father next year. And his parents are almost sixty years old. How can you still be able to do your own personality like this?"

Hongzhi rolled his eyes on the spot: "Ah, the immortals still have to support them."

"What are you talking about? Are you looking for a beating? Yamamoto, look at it, tell me about Hiroji."

"Oh, I'm so annoying!"

The noise of colleagues awakened Qingzhi, raised his head and shouted, and then, with a bang, his forehead hit the table again: "Five minutes, let me sleep for another five minutes, anyway, there is no life at this moment. Hongzhi, please make me a cup of coffee, double the thick one, I'm working."

“Yes, senior”

However, just as Qing Zhi finished speaking, the door of the editor-in-chief's room was opened with a bang.

"Everyone!"

Tsukamoto stood at the door, his face flushed and he was undoubtedly extremely excited: "The new era is coming!"

This voice immediately alarmed all the people, and Hongzhi quickly put down his cup and woke Qingzhi up in a flash.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Tsukamoto waved his manuscript excitedly: "Kunko, hurry up and copy this manuscript to a sufficient number. All staff will prepare for the meeting at 10 o'clock!" It will not be continued.
Chapter completed!