A strong urge to urinate made Ai Fei climb up reluctantly from the bed. He opened his eyes in a daze, opened the bedroom door, and walked into the bathroom. After he comfortably put the water, he suddenly heard a sound in the direction of the living room: "Hey... is there a thief coming?"

He tiptoed over and looked at it, and his heart immediately relaxed: "Mom... is it you?"

"Did Xiao Aijun get up?" Ai Shizuko smiled and said, "It's not my mother's actions that woke you up, right?"

"No. I'll go to the bathroom." Ai Fei looked at it casually: "Mom, I told you not to come early to prepare breakfast for me, I can eat it alone."

"How can I do that? Xiao Aijun is growing up, so how can I not eat breakfast well? And..." Ai Shizuko looked at her son affectionately: "Xiao Aijun is about to leave soon..."

Ai Fei sighed quietly: "Mom, I'm going to the United States, not to go... Forget it! After I settle down in the United States, I will soon send a letter to you and your father. If possible, I can also pick you and your father up there."

"May I?"

"No problem." Ai Fei smiled and nodded, sitting down in front of his mother: "Don't worry. Moreover, my affairs there have been stable and I can also go back and forth frequently. This kind of trip will be very convenient in the future."

"That's good. But what about the company? Xiao Ai. Jun really wants to let go of the matter here and go to the United States alone?"

"Yes. There are Fujikun, Katokun, and many others. People are responsible, so I can do very limited. So, even if I leave, there will be no big problems." As he said, he stretched out: "And, mom, I'm not leaving now. There are still many things to be done on the company! Well, I'm hungry, can I have breakfast?"

"Xiao Aijun hasn't washed up yet?"

After breakfast, Ai Fei sat at the dining table and watched his mother tidy up her busy back in front of the reconciliation table, and fell into deep thought: "Mom,..."

“Eh?”

"After I leave, you need to take care of yourself!"

Ai Shinko's back was obviously stiff: "Hey! Mom and dad are both adults, but Xiao Ai Jun can't do it like at home, don't eat breakfast when you wake up early?"

"Maybe, when I come back, I will bring you a very beautiful daughter-in-law?"

Ai Shinko raised her arm and wiped her face. When she turned around, she still smiled as usual: "Is this why Xiao Ai Jun has always disagrees with blind dates? Want to find a beautiful foreign wife?"

"Why, do you think your son can't do it?" Ai Fei deliberately relaxed: "Do you remember what I told my mother? There are still many things I can do!"

The mother and son looked at each other and smiled: "Yes, yes, I know Xiao Aijun is the most amazing!"

Farewell to his mother, Ai Fei drove to the company. This was his first day after three days of vacation. As soon as he entered the door, Yugong Jingzi followed in: "Are you here?"

"Well, thank you for your hard work when I'm not here?"

"No, nothing is wrong. The company is operating very normally, and there is no special attention to the work I am responsible for."

"Then..." He took off his suit and handed it to the latter to help him hang it up: "Is there any news?"

"Hi Yiko!" Yumiya nodded with a smile: "The biggest good news is that "Naru Movie Theater Edition" will be screened at the same time in 177 theaters in 23 cities across the country starting November 12!"

"Really? This is simply great!" Ai Fei cheered: "What about the contract?"

"Uh... Fuji-kun will report this matter to you." Yumiya Izuko listened: "They have arrived!"

There was no way, so I put on the suit I just took off again. Accompanied by Yumiya Jingko, the two of them walked to the conference room next door: "Good morning for everyone."

"Good morning, Mr. President."

"Please sit down." Ai Fei sat down in the middle: "I heard from Yumiya Iko about the release of the film. Tanaka Jun, what is the situation?"

Speaking of this, Tanaka Rui immediately smiled: "Mr. President, the screening of "Theater Edition" has achieved great success in Tokyo. According to statistics, the total number of viewers has exceeded 20,400, which is already the top 60 of the entire population of Tokyo! There is also a second round of screenings in theaters in surrounding areas such as Yamanashi, Kanagawa and other places, which will be scheduled for the third round of screenings. It is expected that the total number of viewers will reach 150,000!"

"Very good, very good!" Ai Fei smiled with satisfaction: "What about other things?"

"There is also the volume of magazines. Tokyo has received a huge response to films, which has also improved the magazine's position in readers' hearts to a certain extent. By yesterday, January 27, the number of magazine subscriptions from Tokyo in the city increased by 24,700 compared with last month. I believe that when the national screening ends, such numbers will increase."

"Well, it seems that it's all good news! Is there anything else?"

"Mr. President... About Iris Shinichiro..."

"Oh, by the way, and the sub-official we sponsored, how is his situation?"

"He asked me to invite you to dinner, and I want to express my gratitude to you in person. I did not agree to him without your consent."

"I should not come forward to this matter." Ai Fei thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head: "I really don't know how to communicate with such a politician. You thank him for me and then tell him my reason."

"Hi!"

"Don't stop the funding of Iris King until he can officially become the second-official in the Construction Province. In the future, if the Haneda Airport tender begins, we who have received the support of the Secondary Officer should be able to get a lot of favorable conditions from this matter. I think even if we cannot get all the right to build this project, it is still very likely to get a big share of it. Well... If it goes well, I will come back to preside over the bidding when the bidding officially begins."

"Mr. President... have you decided to leave?"

"Yes!" Ai Fei put his arms on the table, leaned forward, and smiled: "If there was no big surprise, this is the last time I have held a regular meeting with everyone. By next week, or a few days later, I might have taken a boat to the United States. Of course, if it goes well, it may be back in two to three years. During my absence, Fuji-kun, I would like to ask you for more things about the company."

"Hi Yi! This is my duty." Fuji stood up slowly: "Mr. President... For a long time, I have been accustomed to accepting some of your strange things... but afterwards it was proven to be a very correct order and decision. However, this time, I cannot agree with your decision to leave Japan and go to the United States! So, please forgive my presumptuousness!"

"It's nothing!" Ai Fei smiled proudly: "If there is anything else that the magazine is worthy of my president, it is that there is a relatively good working atmosphere in the company. You can ask any questions directly without considering so many identities and levels. This time it is the same, Fuji-kun, do you have any opinions?"

"Hi Yi!" Fuji Takeuchi was not polite: "Mr. President, your achievements in Japan have attracted many people. At the age of less than 20, he became the president of a publishing house that occupies a significant position in the domestic publishing industry. It is also very admirable for many people! However, I still have to express doubt: Can such a successful experience be obtained in the United States? Because of some special reasons, Americans have strong hostility towards the Yamato people from the bottom of their hearts. Isn't it? A country that claims to be democracy and respects everyone's innate rights, after the incident in 1941, wasn't it also ordered by the president to imprison 10,000 innocent Japanese expatriates in concentrated areas? Among them, there are even a large number of women and children? It was not released until two years after the end of the war? Or was it done under pressure from international public opinion and Japan?"

"If you enter the United States as a Japanese, just to find a leisure fun, I think I and my colleagues in the company are willing to wait for you to return to the country with a relaxed mood after taking a vacation, and lead everyone to continue working hard to build the country's number one publishing kingdom in China. But if you want to truly make a living in the United States and want to achieve career success there, I think... this is something that all of us are reluctant to see."

"……………” After he finished speaking for a while, Ai Fei raised his head: “Who else has any other opinions?”

“…………”

"Okay, in this way, all the lords who are sitting agree with Fujikun's opinion?" Ai Fei knew that he would not be able to persuade these people: "I am very grateful to Fujikun for speaking out the words in his heart in front of me so much. After all, this was a remark that was made out of my love for me. In fact, I know very well that although I am the president of the company in name, I often rely on everyone's love and care to achieve today's achievements. So, please allow me to express my most sincere thanks for everyone's work and love over the past year."

“…………”

"Why choose to leave? This may be a problem in many people's minds? Here, when I am about to part with you, I am willing to share my feelings with you." He paused for a moment, gave Yumiya Jingko a wink, the latter smiled knowingly, got up and brought him coffee: "Sir?"

"Thank you." Ai Fei nodded and continued, "I still remember the summer of Showa 25. In my memory, it was the hottest summer in my life. It was in this hot season that I replaced my father with my bicycle and walked on the streets of Tokyo with the 5ooo "Crayon Shin-shirt" magazine proposed by Yuwu Printing Factory, and sold my works one by one at a time. Fortunately, my sales method was recognized by many people. The 5ooo magazine was released for a few days, and then I waited anxiously..."

Many people know this history, but when the person involved said it, he had a special feeling. Looking at the young man talking in front of him, he seemed to see the young man with sweat on his face, staring at his bicycle, running in the sun, running for life and career.

"... There is one thing that many people may not know. The sales of "Crayon Shin-chief Shin-chief" completely ended in a few days. But I didn't have any confidence and didn't even dare to go to the agency sales point, for fear that others would tell me: "I'm sorry, no one agrees with your work at all, please take it back?" In this case, if that happens, all my efforts will be gone. It was not until the end of the month that I went to the agency sales point. As a result, I don't say it, you know. The only thing that bothers me in the first month of the comic sales was that Kojima Ryojun, who was the island of Yuwu, because of my delay, their construction period was greatly shortened. For a long time later, this was the subject of his complaints to me!"

"Haha..." A chuckle sounded in the conference room for the first time.

"When I took two magazines to the agency point for the second time, I could already see anxious readers waiting there, just to see the subsequent plot earlier! Let me tell you the truth. At that time, when I saw that scene, my satisfaction in my heart was really incomparable! It was not because I knew how much money I could make through "Crayon Shin-chan", but a simple satisfaction in my heart!"

"What I can tell you is that I am a person who pursues the feeling of being on the road! Everything is to pursue a sense of satisfaction in my heart and the adrenaline secretion pleasure when I am close to success or failure! As for making money or losing money, it is just a corresponding by-product."

"I may not understand this. Let me put it simply: the exhibition of the magazine has embarked on a big road. If there are no major accidents or operational errors, it will definitely achieve greater success. Therefore, the feeling I pursue will become more and more indifferent. Until the end, the position of the president will become an optional foil. There will be an extra me, which will only play the role of a leader and will not interfere with the operation of the company. Without an me, there will be no impact. Gentlemen, I am only 20 years old this year. Do you think I am the kind of person who can spend the remaining 40 years of life like this?"

"……………” The conference room was quiet. No one expected that he would say such a theory. It seemed too hurtful, right? Did his work in the company have left him without missing a single point? After a moment of silence, a voice sounded: "I agree with the President's theory."

"Niyujun...what stupid things are you saying?"

"No, Fuji-kun, please continue to say it. You can rarely hear Touyu-kun make your own comments on something? Touyu-kun, please continue."

"Hi Yi!" Nyu nodded: "I agree with the president's opinion, but I only agree with his way of thinking that pursues missing points. I don't agree with the way he wants to leave!"

"It's nothing, just follow this topic."

"I am an editor. Every day I can see different works sent by different authors from different places. Many people know that I have very strict requirements on manuscripts. In fact, this is not the case. There are really very few works that are eye-catching. I used to think I am the kind of pure rigid and dogmatic guy. Sometimes I ask myself if the requirements for the author are too high? Later I found out that it is not. What I hope is that I can make people..."

"Adrenaline." Ai Fei smiled and took it for him.

"Hi Yi! It's adrenaline! Just like Tetsuo Momoto's "Seshomaru", I can understand the president's pursuit."

His words were really incoherent, but everyone understood the general meaning: "However, I have one of the biggest doubts: If the President achieved certain success in the United States, what will be next? What will he do? Just like in Japan, leave immediately and change to a brand new field?"

Ai Fei nodded: "Yes, I can tell you with certainty that when I stayed in a place for a long time and achieved success like today, I will immediately take my own steps! There will be no nostalgia."

"Well, if you say this, it's probably not just the guys in the conference room today for the headache-inducing habits of Mr. President?" Kato Qianichi, who rarely joked, suddenly said this, which made everyone laugh.

The meeting ended, and everyone left one after another. Ai Fei and Yumiya Jingzi returned to the office: "Mr. President..."

"What?" Ai Fei lowered his head and packed the documents on the table, and put them together according to different departments: "These documents, Yugong, belong to different departments. I will go to me once in the afternoon. First, I will say goodbye to everyone, and second, I will also have some fragmentary tasks to explain... Yugong? Hello, what's wrong with you?"

Yumiya finally burst into tears in front of her young boss who was only enough to be her son at this age: "Mr. President? Are you really leaving?"

Ai Fei felt sad and put down the document in his hand: "Yugong,... forget it! We can't meet again? Today's parting is just for a sweeter meeting in the future. You don't know such a famous saying?"

Yugong burst into laughter, dissipating a little bit of the sorrow of parting in his heart. She also knew that no matter what she said, his decision would not change. She had to wipe her tears and take the initiative to lean over to pack up for him: "Mr. President...what is this?"

"Ouch!" Looking at the folders and the messy papers in Yugong Jingzi's hand, Ai Fei suddenly remembered: "Call Niaoyujun and ask him to come up once."

In the editorial department, there is a rare silence. Although the news that the president is leaving is not a big impact on ordinary editors, it still has an impact. Over the past year, everyone seems to have become familiar with and used to achieving success after success under the leadership of the president, who is much younger than everyone. Now that he is leaving, can Fuji-kun achieve his level? Everyone has the same question in their hearts: Don’t change back to the original business state of "School Children's Club"!

Ninyu lit a cigarette silently and opened the newly sent manuscript on the table. It may have been the words at the meeting that he had just given him a certain enlightenment. The works that he had never looked down upon seemed to be so unacceptable now. Fill in the blanks of the manuscript - one of the ways in which the editorial department works are cross-reviewed by no less than three editors, avoiding omissions caused by different taste styles when one editor reviews - just as he was about to hand the work to Takagi Hsumi for a second review, the door of the office was pushed open: "Ninyu Jun..."

When Touyu and Yugong Jingzi came upstairs, Ai Fei had already rolled up his sleeves and stood in front of the filing cabinet, flipping around: "Mr. President?"

"Ah, Niaoyujun, are you here?" Ai Fei walked to his desk and picked up the folder: "Maybe many people know that I have a folder that records my free time to record my inspiration, haha... isn't it?"

Knowing that the president has been in the company for a few days, Torii also deliberately pretended to have a relaxed expression: "Hi! Sakai Nanajun and Momoto Tetsuo-jun, who were lucky enough to read, have always been concerned about the president's folder, haha... I even want to take a look!"

I have to say that Niaoyu is really not a good joker. Even his old-fashioned and thin cheeks do not give people a sense of humor, and it looks particularly weird. Ai Fei scratched his head awkwardly: "Since you like it, I'll leave this folder to you?"

"Eh? Leave it to me?" Niaoyu was not polite, and took a step forward, took the document, and opened it in front of the two of them: Just like what Peach Ren Tsai Nan said, the text and pictures inside were very messy, and almost no content was connected, and they were completely scattered fragments. However, as one of the most talented editors in the magazine, Niaoyu's eyes were not comparable to ordinary people. Just a few glances, he found some stories worth digging in depth. For a moment, he was immersed in his own world again.

Ai Fei laughed and woke him up: "I'm sorry, Mr. President, I'm a little confused."

"Nothing. I'll leave this document to you with full responsibility. If you have time and opportunity, sort it out and you can use it for yourself to create it, and you can also hand it over to some authors you think have hope."

Niaoyu opened the file and browsed a few times again: "You mean... let me organize it?"

"Yes. It's for you." Ai Fei slapped his forehead: "There is another thing, about my works. I have drawn some of the manuscripts in advance, all of which are kept in Yugong. It's about 4 months' worth of magazines. I will send the latter part to you by mail."

"Hi!"

"That's it, is there anything else?"

"Mr. President, everyone in the editorial department suggested... let me invite you to attend tonight..."
To be continued...