The next day, near Shimokisawa, Setaya District, Shimizu Tetsu stood in front of the door of the house where there was no difference between the building and the surrounding area. He rang the doorbell and waited patiently.

When I contacted Jinchuan and found out about Hiroyi's background at Yamaakana, I was not in a hurry. Instead, Jun Ikeido's situation made Kimizutsuki more interested, so he contacted him in advance and brought a gift to him.

Speaking of which, when he heard the news that he was coming to visit, he couldn't hear any surprise in his tone, and he was too lazy to say a few more polite words, so he threw the time and hung up the phone. It seems that he might be a weird person...

While thinking about it, the sound of sleepyness coming out of the telephone next to the door was heard.

"Who is it?"

"I am Shimizu Toru. I contacted Senior Ikeido yesterday..."

"The door is not locked. Also, remember to change your shoes."

The sound ended abruptly after the bursting radio waves of the bubbles. Qingshui tilted his head completely and grabbed the handle tentatively. Sure enough, he could easily turn with a little force.

I'm not afraid of thieves at all...

He sighed secretly, Shimizu Tetsu brought the door with his backhand and changed into slippers as he said in the entrance hall. When he was wondering which room Jun Ikeido was in, another vague tired voice came, "Here."

The two rows of bookshelves filled with the space, leaving only the width of the corridor that barely accommodates one person through.

While walking with his arms clamped, Kimizu Tetsu took care to avoid the paper pages scattered on the floor. After spending five minutes in this distance of less than ten meters, he finally saw Jun Ikeito, who had always heard the sounds in the studio at the end of the corridor.

He leaned over on the wide desk, with the pen tip flying in his hand, and the manuscripts that had been written spread out around him. On the left was a trash can full of waste manuscripts, and on the right was a mug filled with tea stains, looking tired of rushing to get the manuscript all night long.

As if he noticed the sound, he threw down his pen and leaned back on the leather handrail sofa, revealing his image disbelief.

The sparse hair on the top of his head was scattered, thick and short eyebrows drooped, red eyes, swollen bags, and unhealthy swelling on his face, not to mention the horrifying cervical clicks when he tried to straighten his back.

He resisted the twitching of the corners of his mouth, and Shimizu Cho bowed and bowed.

"I'm here Shimizu Toru, because I heard that my senior was asking about me, so I took the liberty to visit me."

After saying the polite words, he stood up again, but did not receive any response. Shimizu Tsuki noticed his blood-covered eyes staring at him, with great interest.

This is too strange...

A complaint in my heart, I wanted to break the embarrassment by giving me a souvenir, but Ikeito Jun suddenly burst into laughter.

"Haha, it's not bad, it's true as the rumor."

Shimizu Tetsu couldn't help but be stunned, "What?"

"What's the 'what', you kid, you're really a bit handsome when I was young. Don't stand stupidly and find a place to sit by yourself."

"Ha...so that's what it is..."

This time, not only the corners of his mouth, but also the corners of Shimizu Tetsu's eyes began to twitch.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just relying on the mole on your face and the eyebrows that are exactly the same as Shinnosuke Nohara, you can say that, you are really confident...

Restraining his desire to complain, Shimizuki pulled out a small piece of space for himself in the pile of waste paper on the sofa.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, senior?"

"Well, it's nothing," Jun Ikeido reached out and picked up the water cup, poured it into a dark liquid of coffee or tea, and said casually, "I heard you won the Naoki Award last year?"

"That's right."

"At the same time, I'm also a screenwriter, or a morning drama?"

"Yes."

"That's easy."

Regardless of Kimizuto's confusion, Jun Ikeido pinched his nose bridge, twisted his neck, bent down and took out two books from the foot of the table, and threw them directly to him.

"Have you seen this?"

He took a book with both hands and looked at it carefully. He realized that it was Jun Ikeido's own work, with the words "We are the Bubble Group" and "We are the Fun Bubble Group" respectively.

It mainly tells the story of Naoki Hansawa, a protagonist who is a bank employee, while fighting through various constraints and fighting enemies inside and outside the bank while fighting against some of the most severe superiors and subordinates at the end of the year under the Japanese bubble. The plot is so tense and the fierce struggle is more enjoyable than some young mangas known for their passionate blood.

"This... has been read before."

"That's much easier," Jun Ikeido said, touching his sparse hair, "That's right. TBS TV recently contacted me and wanted to adapt my two books into a TV series, which is expected to start broadcasting in July. This matter has been decided, and there is still a screenwriter missing."

"Senior, you are looking for me for...

"Don't understand yet? Let's put it this way, these two books were written by me based on my own experience in the bank. It can be said that they are the most important works in my life. If TBS wants to adapt, it must be used as the most important project, and the screenwriter must not be left behind."

"Then I..."

"Don't interrupt. Most screenwriters nowadays only know how to write scripts, and few have written novels. Occasionally, they write a few books but no one reads them. How can they understand the efforts and considerations of novelists?"

"You are the only kid who writes books and writes screenwriters, and they all do well. I've already inquired about it. Toho has a high opinion of you. In the morning drama, the Kyuro Miyato Kyuro valued you very much. In addition, there are many other statements, but they all praise you."

"How about it? If you are willing, the screenwriter work will be handed over to you. Don't worry about the TV station. I will go and say it myself, and I will definitely not be able to escape."

Seeing Jun Ikeido patting his chest with a swearing look, Kimizu Tetsu was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the two books on his hand, but he still couldn't react.

I thought I was just coming to communicate, but what happened during this sudden work?

However, according to Jun Ikeido, this time he was a screenwriter himself, and there was no so-called "union" or "second" prefix. If that's the case...

Moreover, even if it is a trap, no writer will take out his own representative works as a trap, right? So...

"How is it? Have you considered it?"

Making up his mind, Shimizu Tetsu got up and bowed seriously, "Thank you very much for Senior Ikeido for your trust! I will do my best!"

"Haha, OK, OK, I'm not wrong with you."

Jun Ikeito smiled, walked around the desk, patted Kimizu Tetsu's shoulder, but suddenly frowned again.

"Wait, there's still a problem."

"Senior, please speak?"

"You boy, are you a student from Waseda?"

"That's right."

"That's a little trouble. I graduated from Keio University. If my alumni know that I appointed a Waseda person as a screenwriter, I will be annoyed for a few days. In this way, you go back and write a framework first, and hold a review meeting on TBS, so that they have nothing to say. As a professional screenwriter, is this okay?"

Sure enough, it's not that simple...

After complaining in the bottom of his heart, Shimizu Tetsu nodded, "No problem."

Thanks to the 100 points rewarded by the boss [Galauro]!
Chapter completed!