Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

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Chapter 466 Animal Friends

After returning home, Lu Ren got in touch with editor Shimaki. What is a little surprising is that the editor's voice on the phone sounds surprisingly young, probably about the same age as him. He is considered a very newbie in this industry, and his most common job is usually cleaning, Serve tea and water to seniors.

For a great author like Wanda, the publisher only dealt with him as a new editor. Doesn't this mean that at the beginning, apart from the readers, the publishing house was also not optimistic about his new book.

The result is now a slap in the face. What does this mean, ‘Don’t bully the middle-aged and poor? ’

From this perspective, Wanda’s story is quite inspiring. If you really haven’t found any explosive news during your interview, you might consider digging into it.

The above thoughts flashed through Lu Ren's mind. He gathered his thoughts and chatted about business with Editor Shimaki, preparing to make an appointment to meet in the afternoon.

Out of some indescribable and inexplicable feeling of familiarity, Lu Ren always felt that even if he went to collect the manuscript in the afternoon, it would probably be in vain.

Coincidentally, Mr. Shimaki, the editor in charge of Wanda, thought the same way. He just didn't say it explicitly, but expressed euphemistically that they were not in a hurry to meet in the afternoon. He would contact Lu Ren only after he was sure that he would receive the manuscript in the afternoon, so as not to waste Lu Ren's time.

Lu Ren readily agreed to such a proposal that was for his own benefit. Perhaps the publishing house did not look down on Wanda and sent him a young editor. But this editor Shimaki is indeed good enough, so good that his age can be ignored.

After chatting briefly for a few more words, Lu Ren hung up the phone.

……

At 2:30 in the afternoon, Lu Ren received a call from Shimaki.

"Mr. Lu Ren, the teacher said that he will be able to hand in the manuscript before four o'clock in the afternoon. You see..."

"I'm looking for you now."

"Okay, we are at the New Rice Blossom Hotel in Rice Blossom Town. I will wait for you at the door of the hotel."

"no problem."

Lu Ren changed his clothes and ran to the garage to start the car. Rice Flower Hotel, Rice Flower Hotel, Rice Flower New Hotel, New Rice Flower Hotel...

The citizens of Mikka Town really don't have much talent for naming. Fortunately, this hotel is not far from Lu Ren's house, only a ten-minute drive.

At two forty in the afternoon, Lu Ren arrived at the hotel door and met the editor Shimaki.

Curly hair, thick eyebrows, thick-soled glasses, light green half-sleeves, and a canvas bag hanging on his shoulders. The first impression you get is that he fits people's imagination of an honest person and looks like a good-tempered person.

Presumably, the big author responsible for this kind of habitual delay in manuscripts would have been very angry to death if he had not had a good temper.

After exchanging business cards and confirming each other's identities, Shimaki took Lu Ren to the hotel parking lot.

After parking the car, "Mr. Lu Ren, please come over here. The teacher is in Room 504 on the fifth floor of the hotel."

Shimaki walked in front and led the way. Lu Ren was a little slower. He looked up at the magnificently decorated hotel and said with a smile, "I thought I would meet Mr. Wanda at his home."

As soon as these words came out, Shimaki looked a little embarrassed, "Well, in fact, most teachers usually write at his home, but the delivery date is coming soon, so I invited him to come here to write."

"I understand, it's a dark room."

"Small dark room?" Shimaki was stunned for a moment. After understanding what Lu Ren meant, his expression became more and more embarrassed. He waved his hands and quickly explained, "You misunderstood. It's not that serious. It's just that the environment here can make it a little easier." Teachers pay more attention.”

Sure enough, you can't joke with an honest person, and you will take the joke seriously. Just like now, the young man's face is all red.

Lu Ren stopped mentioning the matter and changed the topic, "Mr. Shimaki, I have something to ask you."

"You say."

"I want to know if Mr. Wanda has anything that is sensitive and taboo."

"Don't worry, the teacher is very kind. If you really want to say it..." Shimaki thought for a while, and his frown slowly relaxed, "The teacher treasures his cat Nobel very much and takes it with him wherever he goes. And Nobel is timid, so just be careful and don't scare him."

"No problem." Lu Ren agreed.

Are cats timid? For a humanoid self-propelled catnip, is this even a big deal? With all the rings in hand, the only title he has is "animal friend." There is no need to panic at all.

but……

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Wanda's work is called "The Cat Named Nobel"."

"Yes." Shimaki nodded repeatedly and shared some interesting anecdotes about Wanda Nianjiu with Lu Ren.

This great writer loved cats very much. He had three white cats for more than 30 years, each named Nobel.

Good guy's...

Lu Ren didn't know how to comment on this behavior for a while, so he could only remain silent and give a smile that met sociological expectations.

The two of them walked and chatted as they went up to the fifth floor. When they arrived at the door of Man Tian's room, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Shimoki took Lu Ren to sit on a bench a little further away and said in a low voice, "Let's sit here for a while. At four o'clock in the afternoon, I will go to the teacher to ask for the manuscript."

"Ah."

An hour passed quickly, especially for Shimaki. From the time he sat down until now, Shimaki has never stopped talking on the phone. He keeps answering and making calls, and he can't take a moment to relax.

"It's almost time. I'm going to call the teacher."

"Let's get together." Lu Ren stood up.

When things progressed to this point, everything went smoothly, but then things were a little unsatisfactory.

Shimaki knocked on the door for five minutes, knocking and shouting, but no matter what, there was no response from the room.

Finally realizing that there was nothing he could do, Shimaki sighed, slowly put down his hand, bowed his head and apologized to Lu Ren: "I'm really sorry, I guess I won't be able to collect the manuscript today. I made your trip in vain."

"It's okay, it's all trivial." Lu Ren didn't care very much. He didn't get nothing from this trip. On the bright side, he at least learned a new way to delay manuscripts.

Putting aside the quality of his works, Wanda is his senior in the field of drafting. Those who have mastered are the first, so they should lower their posture and learn one thing at a time.

You can learn not to use it, but you can't learn not to use it.

"Then, I will contact you tomorrow morning?"

"No problem. But I have nothing to do now, so I can just wait a little longer. Maybe at six o'clock, Mr. Wanda will be willing to come out?"

Regarding Lu Ren's unreasonable optimism, Shimaki didn't say anything, but just showed a weak and tired smile. Lu Ren may know writing, but he doesn't understand Wan Tian.

"Okay, let's wait a little longer."

Just when the two of them turned around to sit on the chairs for a while, the door behind them suddenly opened from the inside, and then a very impatient voice sounded, "Shimaki, you are really annoying, huh? Who are you?"

"I'm Lu Ren, the editor of Dongbao." Lu Ren handed over his business card.

"Oh! You are the one..."

"Yes, it's me." Lu Ren interrupted Wan Tian. Although he had gradually accepted the title of God's Pen, he still couldn't adapt to others shouting that in front of him, and he felt an inexplicable sense of shame.

"I learned that your masterpiece is about to be completed, so I wanted to interview you. Is it convenient for you?"

Facing Lu Ren's interview invitation, Wan Tian hesitated for a while. He glanced back subconsciously and quickly looked away, "It's not very convenient here. Why don't you go to my house."

"It works."

"Shimaki, come too."

"Ah?" Shimaki felt quite embarrassed, "But teacher, your manuscript hasn't been reviewed yet... I have to go back and review it quickly."

"The manuscript can be reviewed anywhere. You can go directly to my home for review. And I want to talk to you about my new work."

"New work? But we have no plans in this regard for the time being."

"It doesn't matter, I believe you will be interested." Wanda said confidently, "This is a field that I have never tried before since my debut. I am very confident in it."

"Okay." Shimaki was quickly convinced.

"That Teacher Wan Tian..." Lu Ren glanced around Wan Tian and looked into the room behind him, "I heard that you have a cat named Nobel, and you take it with you wherever you go."

Lu Ren now has a very important question that needs Wan Tian to answer. He's such a big man with a catnip pestle here, and the cat named Nobel can't even take a look? Could it be that he has given up drugs?

"Yes, where is Teacher Nobel? I remember that every time the door is opened, doesn't it always come running to answer the door?"

"Nobel." Wanda turned around, "He is sleeping in the cat bag."

"That's it." Shimaki nodded.

This reason makes sense, but the only problem is...

[Homo sapiens (feeling guilty/nervous/panic)]

Why is he panicking?

There was a slight glitch in the first two chapters. Wanda Nianjiu is not a mystery novelist, he is a classical novelist, which has been corrected. Conan's previous appearances were all mystery novelists, and the author subconsciously thought that Wanda was the same. The stereotype belongs.

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Chapter 467: Confident

Wan Tian's unfounded guilty conscience seems a bit strange, but Lu Ren has no intention of going into details.

It’s really tiring to have to find out everything. He is not one of those detectives who are full of curiosity. When he sees a puddle on the road and feels something is wrong, he has to squat down and study it for a long time.

And maybe Manda treasures his cat and doesn't want strangers to see it. He was also anxious now because he was worried that Shimaki would ask to be let out of the cat bag.

These are all possible things. Just pay a little more attention in the following interviews. If there are no other changes, there is no need to add any details.

After Wanda packed up his personal belongings, several people left the hotel. Noticing that Wan Tian and the others did not drive there, Lu Ren suggested taking his car there.

The two of them took care of each other. After reporting their home address, Wanda carried the cat bag and sat in the back seat of the Porsche with Shimaki.

His home is not far from the New Rice Krispies Hotel, and it only takes about ten minutes by car.

Wanda placed the cat bag near the car door and began to introduce his new work to Shimaki.

"Mystery novels? Teacher, you haven't always been writing classical novels, how could you think of writing mystery novels?"

"Well, is this unexpected enough?" Seeing Shimaki nodding his head repeatedly, Wanda recalled with a smile, "Actually, I have wanted to try writing mystery novels from a long time ago. This story has been conceived in my mind for a long time. Now that things are going well, I can finally meet you all.”

Shimaki nodded his head more diligently. This transformational work by a great writer must have selling points. And precisely because it is a transformational work, everyone's tolerance will be relatively high. As long as the quality of the new work is above the horizontal line, there is absolutely no need to worry about selling it.

Shimaki felt quite emotional for a while. He received the manuscript smoothly and heard such good news. Today was really his lucky day.

"Teacher, please reveal some more details." Shimaki was intrigued and couldn't wait to ask.

However, Goosewantian didn't go as he wished, and instead started to talk about it, "Don't worry, I'll talk to you in detail after I get home. We won't be able to finish the conversation in a while."

"Okay." Shimaki was a little disappointed, but he didn't persist. It was only after four o'clock, and there was still plenty of time today.

Shimaki temporarily suppressed his eagerness and turned his attention to Nobel again. He looked at the cat bag and said strangely: "Nobel is so quiet today."

Nobel, this little white cat, is timid and shy but lively and surprisingly energetic. In the past, it would meow non-stop as soon as it got in the car. Nothing like today, from the hotel to now, there is no sound at all.

"He is probably tired from running around in the hotel. He is resting now."

[Homo sapiens (feeling guilty/nervous/panic)]

Scored twice, strange.

After driving the car to the door of Wan Tian's room, Wan Tian immediately got out of the car with Maobao in his arms. He opened the door, but did not invite Lu Ren and the others in.

"The room is a little messy, let me clean it first."

This statement is reasonable, provided that you ignore his previous two inexplicable mental activities.

I don’t know what kind of tricks this person is going to do. Maybe the author is really not a normal person, so he should finish the interview and go back early.

Lu Ren looked at the street in front of Wan Tian's house. The long street is a bit narrow, and there are no vehicles parked on both sides of the road. Long-term parking should not be allowed.

After talking to Shimaki, Lu Ren restarted the car and prepared to find a parking place nearby. He didn't want to come out after the interview and see a ticket posted on the car.

Although I have a good relationship with the traffic police, this is still a troublesome matter.

……

After about five minutes, Wanda opened the door again. He glanced around and found that there was one missing audience member cheering for his new work.

"Where's the pen of God?"

"Mr. Lu Ren, he stopped the car."

"That's it." Wan Tian nodded. Before he even said the words to invite people in, he looked up and saw something that almost gave him a heart attack.

On the other side of the street, in the house directly opposite him, five children were ringing the doorbell.

These kids were not very old, they looked to be around 12 years old. The tallest one among them had a baseball bat on his shoulder.

Things seemed to be getting out of control, and Wanda's heart sank. "what happened?!"