After searching for a while, Pei Zi Yun did not find any news about these people. He waited for a while, then entered the keyword 'Japanese Great Writers' into the search engine.
The entries appeared, and he clicked on one. After reading for a while, he stopped and murmured, "Dark and beautiful, the feeling of drinking alone in a rainy autumn night, it makes one shudder.
Indeed, the Shinagawa shogunate is different from the era that I know of. The world that has been changed naturally doesn't have the people and works that I know of.
But it's not that there aren't top-notch authors and works. Thinking about it, every era has its own heroes. How can there be no works without someone?
It's still difficult to rely on the works from my memory to dominate the world. The only thing I can do is to stack the works, but there's also the problem of the difference in style.
Many people did not know, but those who were familiar with literature knew very well that a person's writing style had its own habits and characteristics. The more outstanding the author, the more it was like this.
Readers who were familiar with literature would be able to tell whose work it was at a glance.
At most, I can mix up a limited number of styles that are relatively similar.
Things that are too different cannot be placed side by side.
But I don't want to be a plagiarist for life. I just want to earn some royalties and make my writing the best in the country. When it's revealed, it'll just add to my legend. There's no need to stack the works of several great authors to fight for first place in the literary world.
But even so, I'm only 12 years old. If I don't want to shock the world, I can't copy those works that require a lot of experience.
Creativity and writing style are fine, but I can only choose young authors who have won awards and have obvious signs of youth. It's best if it's a martial artist's work.
Legend has it that Ibuki Mitsuki made his debut at the age of 15 and won the Newcomer Award with 'Samurai Under the Cherry Blossoms'. Although it's not very strong, it's the most suitable. Moreover, he has a deep impression of Watanabe. He already has the unique beauty of samurai depicted in Watanabe. It's tempting, but his writing style and experience are relatively weak.
Watanabe is famous in Japan for its short and medium-length stories about samurai. But this world doesn't have Watanabe. If we extrapolate it backward, it'll make people feel that Ibuki Mitsuki's writing is a natural evolution from childish to mature.
"This is the beginning of the Samurai series, and it doesn't have many words, only 3,500."
"As for who to submit to, only fools in Japan would submit articles online."
The Japanese Network's royalties were 0.1 or 0.2 yuan per word. 1,000 words were only 100 yuan, and a short story was only 450 yuan. A temporary job in a convenience store was also paid 900 yuan per hour.
This made it so that no one would submit quality manuscripts to the internet.
In traditional literature, the fee was calculated by the number of pages. For a typical author, a page of 400 words would be worth about 5,000 yuan. If the article just now had been accepted, it would be at least 40,000 yuan.
Of course, with such a high remuneration, the editorial review was also very strict. First, second, and third reviews were the norm. But for a copywriter, even the lowest grade of manuscripts was the result of a bloody battle between the elites of history. They might be afraid of anything else, but they weren't afraid of the review.
Thinking up to this point, Pei Zi Yun no longer hesitated and started typing. If it was just copying, he could just write from memory. Although he had lost his Dao arts and godly powers, with the speed of his heart and hands as one, he was able to type at least 250 words per minute. With a series of clicking sounds, the words appeared on the computer screen.
It was said that the highest input speed was 500 words per minute, so there was no need for that.
Yamada Izumi, who was busy for a while, sounded anxious. "Shinichi, are you alright? What are you doing? "
As she spoke, Yamada Izumi came over and looked at him carefully with her bright eyes.
Pei Zi Yun, who had just finished writing from memory, clicked on save. He didn't check if there were any typos. He was full of confidence in himself. If he were to make a mistake, would his cultivation be for naught?
He clicked on the email and sent it to Shiroishi Institute Publishing House. Before Yamada Izumi could see anything, Pei Zi Yun stood up and grabbed his wooden knife. He shouted, "Mom, I'm going to look for a convenience store."
Without waiting for Yamada Izumi to react, he ran out. The convenience store was not far away. As soon as he entered, he heard a voice saying, "Welcome."
Pei Zi Yun headed straight for the photocopying area. From what he could see, the convenience store in Japan was actually a condensed version of the multi-purpose shopping malls in Shanghai. There was shopping, dining, daily services, utilities, insurance, taxes, delivery, and everything else. Everything was there.
Printing was naturally very convenient.
However, when he reached the photocopying area, Pei Zi Yun was stunned. He saw a familiar person – Fukada Onoha.
Fukada Onoha was smiling and bowing to the customer. "Hello, customer. Welcome. May I know what service you would like?"
She had a smile on her face, but her heart was filled with bitterness. She had good grades, but her father had temporarily lost his job. Hence, she came out to do odd jobs.
Odd jobs were not hard work, but the sad atmosphere at home made her worried. Just as she was thinking, she saw a shota walking over and saying, "I want to print."
"If it's black and white, ten for one." Although she was a primary school student, she was still very polite and bowed slightly. However, in a blink of an eye, she was stunned. "You're Student Yamada?"
"Fukada-san, I want to print these. Can you help me?" Pei Zi Yun rolled his eyes and asked as he took out a thumb drive.
"Of course." Fukada Onoha was very patient. Besides, this was not considered troublesome. She inserted the thumb drive skillfully and printed it. She then noticed the map of Japan.
"I'm planning to travel the country. This is my travel plan." Pei Zi Yun said.
Instantly, Fukada Onoha was shocked. She had not expected this. She said, "Ah, Student Yamada is so young, and yet you're planning to travel the country. That's amazing."
"Also, help me find the route to the second-hand bookstore. I'm planning to go there tomorrow."
"Alright, please wait." She said and asked casually, "What books are you buying?"
"Junior high textbooks."
Pei Zi Yun said, "Although I'm planning to travel the country, I don't want to delay my studies. Hence, I'm planning to finish my compulsory and elective classes in advance."
"I'm planning to buy these second-hand books at one-third of their original price."
Junior high included Mandarin, Society, Mathematics, Science, Music, Art, Health and Physical Education, Technology and Family. The elective was foreign languages.
"I see!" Fukada Onoha's heart was moved. She said with some embarrassment, "How about this? I'm changing classes soon. If you're willing to wait for a while, I can sell my textbooks to you at one-fifth of the original price."
"Moreover, if you don't know anything, I can tutor you." As she said this, Fukada Onoha felt very ashamed. If not for her father losing his job and being a little tight on finances, she would not be like this.
"If you can do it within half an hour." Pei Zi Yun said as he paid. He took the wooden knife and went to the newspaper section to flip through a few pages of magazines. In convenience stores, it was okay to stand and read magazines until one felt embarrassed. After a long time, the culture of reading while standing became a unique feature of Japanese convenience stores.
At this moment, a man walked past him.
The moment he walked past this man, Pei Zi Yun suddenly froze. The other party probably felt the same. He squinted his eyes and looked around. Finally, he saw Pei Zi Yun holding the wooden knife.
For some unknown reason, this man in his thirties lowered his head and exchanged a few words with Pei Zi Yun. He even introduced himself!
This man who called himself 'Shi Du' had short hair and looked very tired. He said, "Oh, so you graduated from elementary school. Have you decided to enter junior high school?"
"Milan Private High School? That's a good school. What club are you going to join? "
"Kendo? Not bad. It can train one's willpower."
"Eh, you want to travel around the country and visit shrines everywhere. What a great ambition." Shi Du was long-winded. He did not care about the feelings of the people around him and started talking about his own matters.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to visit a shrine or temple nearby. It seems like we have the same interest." Shi Du took out a blue leaflet and gave it to Pei Zi Yun.
The leaflet looked like a shrine. Pei Zi Yun did not have time to look at it. Unknowingly, time passed by.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." Fukada Onoha came over and looked at the man suspiciously.
"Ah, I'm really sorry. I don't know why, but after talking to you, I feel much more relaxed." Shi Du forced a smile and lowered his head. "Sorry to disturb you. I'll take my leave now."
"What a strange man. Classmate Yamada, don't talk to strangers, especially those who might be homeless." Fukada Onoha was very vigilant. If Pei Zi Yun was Luo Li, she would have called the police.
"Even if he's a homeless person, he's still a ronin." Pei Zi Yun said with his eyes wide open. In Japan, there were many homeless people. There were those who were lazy, those who could not bear the pressure, those who were unemployed, and then there were ronins.
The so-called ronin referred to samurai who left their citizenship during the shogunate era. Only those who were samurai could be called ronins. Unemployed farmers were naturally not ronins.
Nowadays, it referred to those who had received higher education and had an annual salary of tens of millions. Due to various reasons, they were banished or self-exiled. The difference between them and ordinary homeless people was that they had talent.
"Hmph, don't be fooled." Fukada Onoha continued to be vigilant. "And that strange sentence — after talking to you, I feel much more relaxed."
"What kind of man would feel relaxed just by talking to a primary school graduate?"
Pei Zi Yun said, "It's also possible …"
However, he did not finish his sentence because the suspicion on Fukada Onoha's face deepened. She suspected that she had been fooled.
He kept quiet and followed her out of the brightly lit convenience store. They walked towards Fukada Onoha's apartment.
Under the streetlight, Fukada Onoha was still instilling the idea of guarding against strangers. Pei Zi Yun nodded repeatedly, finally satisfied.
Pei Zi Yun, who had just been released, turned back to look at the night.
"This man has a deep aura of darkness on him. Strange, when I first arrived, I carefully sensed for a few days, but there was no supernatural aura."
"Why did I meet him twice now?"
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