"Are you crazy?!"

"Why did Kishida Sang say this?"

It was the end of November, and two more weeks have passed since I returned to Tokyo from Hokkaido.

At this moment, Kishimizu Toru was sitting in Kishida Masaaki's office, waiting for his comments on the manuscript of the first chapter of the new book.

However, after Kishida finished reading it, he just shouted in shock and did not respond immediately to Shimizu Toru's question. Instead, he got up and closed the door, blocking the peeping line of Hayami's study staff outside, and then returned to the desk, smashing his whole body on the swivel chair, and holding up the manuscript with his right hand.

"You still ask me? If you don't discuss it with me if you don't submit an outline, you'll forget about it. But what are you writing about this?!"

“Is there any problem with the content?”

"Ha? What does 'is there any problem'? OK, okay, since you don't know what Qingshui writer is, let's come together! Look! Look!"

In a frightened state, Kishida Masaaki swung his right hand hard with difficulty, causing a crisp sound to stir up when the manuscript touched the tabletop.

"Look at the setting first. The hero is a junior. When he returned to his hometown during the summer vacation, he happened to catch a tsunami that happened once in a thousand years. Not only was his house destroyed, but his relatives were gone, leaving only a weak mother. But the tsunami triggered a nuclear accident at the power station of the nearby "Xi Electric Power" company, and he had to go to other places to take refuge with hundreds of thousands of people in his hometown."

"I'm still thinking that you can barely pass the test. If you change the direction later, write about how the victims try to save themselves and rebuild themselves, and write a touching story like "Sea Girl", even if you use "Xi Di" to satirize Dong Di, no one will come to you to cause trouble. But what are these behind you?!"

"Disaster relief donations were intercepted, 'XiDian' refused to compensate, and the victims were discriminated against in other places. Is this something you can write about?! Later, the protagonist's mother was seriously ill. In order to raise money, the protagonist thought of was to organize people to demonstrate on the streets of Tokyo. Later, it became even more outrageous. During the march, the protagonist and his group had a conflict with a violent group of unknown origin. They were thrown into a van and took them away in a shady place. What are you doing? Illegal detention? Who do you want to allusion?"

"And in the end, the protagonist was taken to a secret room after being locked up for a few days. There was 10 million cash and a gun in the secret room, which made him choose to either take the money and leave, and promised not to organize demonstrations in the future, or commit suicide with a gun, or wait to starve to death in the secret room. Have you watched too many Ren Xia movies? How could such a thing happen in reality?"

Facing the storm and rainstorm of Kishida Masaki slapped the table, Kishimizu Tetsu was still slow and said calmly: "Kidada Sang, this is just a book, why does it involve reality? Or... Actually Kishida Sang feels that these things may happen in reality?"

"Stop talking to me. Say, what do you want to do when writing this subject?!"

"Is there any problem with this subject? According to Kishida Sang, "Detective Conan" also satirized the police department as a group of incompetent idiots. He has also been serialized in comic magazines for decades, and he has not done anything yet."

"You also know that it is a comic? There is a medicine in "Conan" that makes people become primary school students. Is that the real world? In short, it is definitely not possible to write like this now. You either lose your heart or take it back and rewrite it. If you can exaggerate it like a comic so that people can't look like the real world at first sight, I will be qualified."

"If readers can't think of things in the real world, what's the point of writing this?"

"You know it!" Kishida Masaaki slapped the table suddenly, "Do you know, Fukushima, Tokten, Nagata Town, and even Tokyo, Chiba, and even the few prefectures in the northeast. Do you know how many tens of thousands of people and billions of yen will be involved? Do you feel that you are living too comfortable and can't wait to die?"

"It's not that much," Shimizuki pinched the bridge of his nose. "I didn't plan to change anything, I just wrote something to complain..."

"Complaint? It's just that you write it in your diary. You're clearly a big fan! You don't think about your identity either. The 20-year-old Naoki Award and Yoshikawa Eiji Award winners have sold three consecutive books of more than one million. Every day, booksellers come to ask you when the next book will be released. The letters and gifts that readers send you can't pile up in the warehouse. I dare say that as long as the things you write can be sent out, they will immediately become social topics, trigger public discussion, and eventually become a political storm. At that time, I don't know how many people are looking forward to your death!"

"I know," Shimizu Tsuki scratched his eyebrows, "but I still want to try it."

"What should I do? Tondesh or Nagata Town? What does Kotanshe look like with a market value of more than 100 billion yuan look like. How good is the trillion-dollar Tung Delta Town? Not to mention Nagata Town."

The blood pressure surged and the mouth felt dry, but Shimizu Tsuki still looked indifferent and calm. Kishida Masaaki could only fall back into the swing chair helplessly and shook his hands, "Forget it, I can't persuade you. I'll call President Hayami and let him make the decision."

"Can."

After looking at him again, Kishida Masaaki picked up the microphone and pressed a string of numbers. Kishimizu Tetsu leaned against the chair and waited patiently.

To be honest, he had expected Masaaki Kishida's reaction. This matter was not only about himself, but when the incident happened, the Hayami Study Room, who was responsible for publishing and distributing, would definitely be targeted by relevant people.

Therefore, whether he is his editor in charge or the vice president of Hayami Study, Kishida must have opposed it immediately.

However, Shimizu Tetsuya also has some understanding of President Hayami's character...

After a moment, looking at Kishida's surprise that was hard to hide when he put down the microphone, Kishimizu Tetsu leaned over and asked, "What did President Hayami say?"

"He said... Since I am the future president of Hayami Study Room, it's up to me to decide on this matter. Tsk!"

After breathing, Kishida Masaaki hurriedly pulled out the cigarette box from his pocket, picked out the less wrinkled root and held it in his mouth, and took out a lighter from under a pile of waste paper, pressing it a few times before igniting the flames. As the vice president, with an independent office, no one has ever cared about his smoking anymore.

Taking a deep breath and spitting it out, Kishida stared at the afterglow outside the window and suddenly turned around and said, "You kid, I thought it would be the result from the beginning, right?"

"Yes."

"Then you have expected the consequences of this book?"

"That's right."

"If I had known, I wouldn't have been talking to you, it would be a waste of time," Kishida Masaki shook the ashes, "Then, you should have thought of a follow-up solution."

Noting that he was using a positive tone, Shimizu Tetsu no longer spoke.

Kishida sighed, "I understand, give me two days to consider it. By the way, what's going on with your story? Can you tell me about it?"

"No problem. The hero finally chose 10 million. On the day he returned home with the money, he planned to take his mother to hide elsewhere, but was brought to the door by the victims who heard him incitement and asked him to fulfill his promise, otherwise he would have to pay the price."

"Faced with the threat, he agreed to the request of the victims. He struggled for a while between the boss and the victims. He thought of a solution, which was to cooperate with the person behind the scenes with the identity of the victims leader."

"Through cooperation, he organized several events according to the requirements of the person behind the scenes. The person behind the scenes eliminated his opponents through the activities, the protagonist himself became famous, and the emotions of the victims were also vented."

"Later, the protagonist began to accept media interviews and appeared on various programs, and his popularity became higher and higher. The level of communication also became higher. The senior officials of the "Xichuan Radio" and ministers and members of the ministers could chat and laugh and chat. Although the lives of the victims had not improved at all, and his mother was still weak, the protagonist had forgotten these trivial matters. Later, relying on his fame and connections, he signed up to participate in the MP election..."

Shimizu Tetsu's narrative came to an abrupt end.

At the moment, Kishida Masaaki couldn't help but look anxious, "What?"

"Then, he died. The cause of death was radiation-induced cancer."

"Dead?"

Sweeping over Kishida, who was somewhat surprised, Shimizu Tetsu looked at the clouds that covered the setting sun and said, "Is there any other way out for such a person who lives by sucking blood?"
Chapter completed!