People in Tokyo, the world is clear

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jiu wu ling yi ba ling jiu ling jiu

The purpose is self-evident.

Taking this opportunity, Lin Sen moved his head slightly and glanced at the scene in the editorial office.

Some editors were talking quietly to visiting authors, some were discussing work with colleagues, and some were quietly taking a break while eating snacks.

It is a kind of rustling peace, coupled with the sound of the ballpoint pen refill rubbing against the paper and the clicking sound of the button at the end of the pen.

In the open room filled with the aroma of tea and milk drinks, no one paid attention to this corner or the actions of a female editor just now.

As a result, they were unable to find the woman with a sharp and mean voice who had been secretly plotting to bring down a certain relative.

Even if one carefully discerns the voices, it is difficult to find clues from the whispers that have been lowered to a homogeneous tone.

Hidden very deep.

I had no choice but to let it go and looked back at the contract that was placed in front of me.

"'Public Telephone', why this one?"

Unlike the first book "The Last Kiss", this one was created in January of this winter.

At that time, Kobayashi Sen had gradually noticed that Tachibana Reiko, who was busy with her wedding, had inadvertently forgotten about him. He was depressed and had a vague premonition, but he still clung to the life-saving straw.

The texts created with this mentality contain a sense of tearing mixed with joy and melancholy.

If the previous book was bittersweet, this one is bittersweet. The sour and astringent feeling is stronger.

Although the ending is still happy, the process is full of sadness of not getting what you want.

The explanation from the editor also confirms this:

"I really like the spirit of believing in love even in difficult times."

When she handed over the contract, she took out the copy of the original manuscript and said, "To be honest, the story that Mr. Goki told is really fascinating to me."

When talking about literature, the woman's usually calm tone was obviously stronger than usual.

Her unpolished fingers lightly slid across the paper, first skimming over the message on the title page.

[I'm calling you from a phone booth. I spent all the coins I have on the phone to get through.]

Then turn to the middle page of the bound book and read softly the words spoken by the protagonist in the borrowed book:

"If happiness and joy between us had ever truly existed, I would definitely hug you like this."

“Even if the sun sets in heaven, I will still stay in the time we call love.”

Fingertips slightly tightened.

“What beautiful words.”

"Let's take a look at the sales figures from a distance, Editor Sasakawa."

“Is everything in the world defined by achievement?”

Sasagawa Rio knocked the rolled-up manuscript against the shoulder of the person in front of her.

Several times in a row.

At this moment, she rarely showed a serious anger.

"Sales performance, creative income. In today's society, writers' literary achievements are always defined by these things. I really hate this approach."

She gripped the table with her hands a little harder, then stood up and supported herself on the table with her fists.

"So, to please paying readers, stories are twisted into commercial forms. Either they're straightforward, satisfying the tastes of the vast majority of readers and winning through traffic. Or they're twisted into sad, whiny stories, to elicit tears and win the favor of a high-paying readership."

"But can so-called sales be used to measure the quality of a story? I don't think so."

She seemed to have endless things to say.

The raised voice and more obvious movements immediately made him the target of everyone in the room.

All eyes from all around gathered together, as if they had heard what had just been said.

Lin Sen picked out many emotions from it: a few were complex and admiring, while the majority were contempt and ridicule.

Not difficult to understand.

Editors with dismal performance, working in the editorial offices of commercial books, criticize the distortion of literature by money.

The remarks may be advisable, but the occasion is absolutely inappropriate.

So Lin Sen quickly reached out and stopped the person who was already talking non-stop.

After all, I still maintain my sanity.

Of course, I still remember that there was someone hiding in the shadows who wanted to bring down this financial sponsor and partner.

You can't add potential allies to the villains.

Think and act.

Lin Sen threw over a candy he had taken from Qingshan Xiazhi.

He interrupted decisively:

"But in a meeting a long time ago, Editor Sasakawa himself said that everything in the world has a price."

Chapter 67: The Caged Bird Speaks

Rio Sasagawa finally managed to regain her composure.

"I did say that."

She sat down as if she didn't care about the looks at all.

"Because, for most people in this world, they can link everything to money. Good or bad, success or failure, in the end, it can all be measured with a number."

The woman flipped through a few more pages of the bound book.

"To judge whether someone is excellent, look at how much money they make. To evaluate whether a book is good, look at how much it sells. Even everything we uphold, whether it's a moral bottom line, a dream, or anything else, has a definite, sellable value in our hearts."

"Is such that."

Lin Sen's response intensified a certain emotion.

Ms. Flamingo stared at me, as if seeking resonance and approval:

"But is money really the most important thing in the world? I don't think so. Money has no meaning or use at all."

"Why does Editor Sasakawa have such an opinion?"

"Because I have no shortage of money."

He gave a straightforward answer and immediately criticized everyone in the editorial office who heard this sentence.

Some people clenched their fists and turned around, while others spat secretly and turned their heads back to mutter to themselves.

In an instant, everyone in the editorial department turned into envy and hatred.

No one wants to look at it anymore.

Really interesting.

Even Lin Sen laughed.

"Editor Sasakawa, that's pretty direct."

“It’s normal for people to subconsciously despise things they never lack.”

The woman was not unaware of this.

But she still sighed, lowered her eyes, and a complex expression appeared on her beautiful and cold face.

Feeling emotional.

"But, really. Apart from money, I have nothing and am destined to get nothing."

For a moment, a vague sense of loneliness hovered around that slender body.

"But people's joys and sorrows are not shared, Editor Sasakawa. To be honest, I'd love to experience your poverty, having nothing but money."

The female editor didn't seem to mind the hint of sarcasm in the words.

Instead, he raised his eyes and looked at Lin Sen unexpectedly.

The expression was surprising.

What kind of peace is it?

A numbness like dry bark bloomed in his eyes.

The indifferent gaze seemed to penetrate the body and the air, reaching some unreachable end.

Then she spoke, her tone firm.

"You don't want to experience that. Do you want me to prove it to you?"

"?"

Lin Sen tilted his head and was somewhat surprised to see the childlike expression on the face of the woman sitting opposite him.

If I have to describe it, it's like a kind of unwilling rebellion.

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Most of them come from young people who are angry when criticized by strict elders but dare not resist.

He could feel that it was not directed at him, but at something or someone that was not present.

And eventually turned into action.

Lin Sen felt his wrist being grabbed.

Then, the woman in front of him stood up and walked past, turning around and pulling him out the door.

Can't be stopped.

So, he was dragged out of the editorial office under the watchful eyes of many people.

"what's going on?"

"I suddenly don't want to go to work anymore. Let's go find someplace to have fun."

"what?"

"Just think of it as my own will."

"."

Outrageous.

baffling.

Lin Sen is really stupid.

"Can I say no?"

"No."

Suddenly, she became interested. She turned around, shook off Lin Sen's wrist, stuffed her hands into the pockets of her woolen jacket, and walked backwards without stopping.

Lin Sen couldn't be sure whether the expression that suddenly flashed across his face was cunning.

I only saw her speak:

"If you don't accompany me today, I won't lend you the money to pay off your debt. Think for yourself."

It seems that I have no choice but to follow her.

But, there are still questions:

"We were just talking about the meaning of money, why are we playing around now?"

"You said it yourself, you want to experience my life where you have no shortage of money."

For some reason, Sasagawa Rio seemed a little out of character at this moment.

The flamingo's lively characteristics appeared in her for the first time.

She wore a pair of light pink running shoes today.