In April, the weather gradually turned hot. The next day, Nagano Narumi arrived at the address on the tram. She got off the tram, flipped through the notebook, and found the address was correct. She searched along the road and found the nameplate of "Yamada."
This was the custom of Dongying. There was even a time when there was a law that every residence must have the nameplate of the owner.
It seemed that the Yamada house was built by one family. The wooden door and courtyard walls were a bit old, but there was a cherry blossom nearby. It was beautiful and elegant.
Nagano Narumi confirmed again and pressed the doorbell. Soon, a woman opened the door and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Nagano Narumi looked at the woman in front of her, turned her head, and looked around again to confirm that Yamada Shinichi's address was correct.
The woman in front of her was Yamada Shinichi? She looked like she was in her thirties and looked a bit beautiful. Was she writing because she was lonely at home?
Did she have such a talent?
Nagano Narumi thought. She subconsciously thought that the woman in front of her was Yamada Shinichi, so she directly bowed to Yamada Shinichi's mother, "Are you Yamada San?"
"I'm sorry. Let me introduce myself. I'm Nagano Narumi, the editor of Shiroishi Gakuin Publishing House. This is my business card. It's an honor to meet you!"
"Because we saw your new work," The Change of Fujimoto ", and we agreed that it was a very good work. We decided to publish it in the newspaper, so we came to visit. If possible, we would like to ask you to sign a column contract. Please take care of us in the future."
Nagano Narumi took out her business card and handed it over with both hands.
But to Nagano Narumi's surprise, the woman in front of her frowned slightly, bowed slightly, and took the business card with both hands. After looking at it, she bowed slightly and said, "I'm Yamada Izumi. I'm really sorry. You must have found the wrong person. Although I like reading novels and have heard of your publishing house, I didn't write this article, nor did I send it to your publishing house."
"But this address is here. Yamada Shinichi, or is this your husband?" Nagano Narumi asked. Her eyes couldn't help but jump. Suddenly, she was a little worried. If she was wrong, deducting the bonus was a small matter. Delaying things and disappointing the minister was a big deal.
"Yamada Shinichi does live with me, but he is my son. He just graduated from elementary school this year. He is only 12 years old!" Yamada Izumi listened to Nagano Narumi's words and replied with doubt.
"Ah, Yamada-kun is only twelve years old?" Nagano Narumi was also startled, is there really a mistake?
The Yamada Family
A (̄ _ ̄) emoji appeared on Pei Zi Yun's face again. This time, she had changed into a simple yet elegant kimono. Upon closer inspection, Pei Zi Yun realized that she was actually very young. She looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and she looked very pretty and cute. She also had the gentleness of a traditional girl.
Pei Zi Yun walked to the door and said to Sakako, "I told you, I'm not the young master of Jin Chuan Shrine. Why are you following me like this?"
At this moment, the door opened and Pei Zi Yun saw his mother. Yamada Izumi then turned to Nagano Narumi and said, "This is my son, Yamada Shinichi."
Before Pei Zi Yun could react, Sakako bowed to Yamada Izumi and said softly, "Madam, how do you do? I am Sakako Izumi. I will be Yamada Chi's maid from now on. I will take care of Yamada Chi's daily life. Please take care of her."
Yamada Izumi's face was about to crack. When she opened the door, an editor from Hakuseigaku Publishing House came looking for her. That's right, the address and name were indeed.
There were a hundred thousand surnames in Japan. Other than the main surname, the possibility of having the same surname was not high. Even if it was the main surname, the number one surname, Sato, was only 450,000 people. In addition, Japanese people often had two names.
If this was a coincidence of a pen name, what about the address?
It couldn't be that the head of the Yamada family, Yamada Kazuhiko, had used his son's name as a pen name to write the article. Even if this was impossible, Yamada Izumi had called to confirm that her husband did not write the article, nor did he use his son's name.
It was not easy to clear things up and send Nagano Narumi out. Coincidentally, her son had returned. Not only did he return, but there was also a young girl with him. At the same time, this young girl said that she was her son's maid.
"What's going on?" Yamada Izumi was confused, "Also, when did my son become Yamada Chi?"
This was not a polite remark. Looking at the tone and the situation, it was true. The two people were speechless and did not know what to say. Nagano Narumi was even more speechless. Just now when she talked to Yamada Izumi, she could see that the Yamada family was not very rich. They were just a middle-class family. But did the middle-class have a maid?
Was it because she was too backward and did not understand the rapid development?
No wonder Mayumi always said that she was too unsophisticated! No, she had to go home and understand the relevant information, so that she would not make a fool of herself again.
And was Yamada Shinichi, the author of 'The Change of Fujin Gate', such a child? It was hard to believe!
The few of them looked at each other. Yamada Izumi was stunned for a while before she calmed down and said, "It's going to rain, please come in and talk!"
She had to clarify the matter, so Yamada Izumi led Nagano Narumi and Sakako inside. At this time, Nagano Narumi woke up from her shock and asked Pei Zi Yun, "I'm really sorry, are you Yamada Shinichi?"
"Of course, it's me. If you have any questions, you can look at my computer. I have the original manuscript of my new novel, 'Who is the Second Man'."
"And I can also send it to you."
Pei Zi Yun simply explained to everyone, turned on the computer, and began to operate it. As he said that, he sent it to the editor's mailbox. At this time, Nagano Narumi's phone also emitted a notification sound. Nagano Narumi looked at it and bowed slightly, "I'm really sorry, please allow me to look at the computer."
Everyone understood, so Nagano Narumi went over and sat cross-legged. She moved the mouse, clicked on the folder, and clicked on the document inside.
Nagano Narumi looked at the document very seriously. At this time, Yamada Izumi brewed a pot of tea, poured two-thirds of the tea into a porcelain cup, and handed it to Sakako. She asked, "This is Miss Sakako, right? Why do you call Shinichi that?"
"Madam, I'm Miyaji Kagawa Shrine." Sakako stood up and handed her name card, "I'm also the director of the Chiba County Shrine."
"Miyaji Kagawa Shrine? How disrespectful. "
The ranks in the shrine varied according to the size and tradition. Generally speaking, the Miyaji Kagawa was the representative of the shrine, the Kagawa was the deputy representative, the Miyaji Kagawa was the assistant of the Miyaji Kagawa, and the Miyaji Kagawa was the general clergy.
In addition, there were Dianshi, Musician, Counselor, Technical Supervisor, Guard and so on. In fact, the Miyaji Kagawa was not included in the clergy.
As women had their periods every month, they were considered to be filthy. Therefore, even if they joined the clergy, they would not be able to become Miyaji Kagawa. Being a Miyaji Kagawa was already an incredible thing.
Yamada Izumi took the name card and looked at it carefully. She hurriedly bowed. She did not doubt it at all. The internal integrity of Japan was not bad. Besides, it was easy to find out that no one was lying.
"Yamada-san, you're too polite. In fact, it was the former Miyaji Kagawa who chose your son. We naturally have to carry out his will." Sakako explained briefly. What she meant was that Seto Seto was seriously ill and had no heir. Therefore, Yamada Shinichi was chosen.
"This, is there really such a thing?" Yamada Izumi listened in disbelief. Wasn't this a plot that only existed in novels and fairy tales?
"Mother, I didn't agree." Pei Zi Yun said.
"Therefore, I have to ask you to do some thinking." No one would be willing to inherit a shrine. That was what Sakako Kagawa was thinking.
"Ah, this … this …" Yamada Izumi could not make up her mind. At this moment, Nagano Narimi, who had finally finished reading the paragraph, was excited. She did not hear the conversation at all. She turned around and said emotionally, "What a rare piece of work."
"Yamada-kun, your style is still cold, but it is not lacking in delicacy. Compared to the past, you have improved significantly. It's incredible. One look and I'm deeply shocked."
Nagano Narimi only had one question in her mind, "These words, this style, is it really written by someone who has not entered junior high school?"
If there was a problem, it would be a huge scandal. Nagano Narimi lowered her head and said solemnly, "Yamada-kun, is this really written by you? It's not that I doubt you, it's just that the writing is too good. I can't believe it! "
"Of course it's written by me. Do you think you can find the original manuscript somewhere else?" Pei Zi Yun knew that others could not believe it. In fact, this was Ibuki Mitsuki's most outstanding novel. He had only written it when he was 35 years old. After that, no one else had ever written a better novel. This was the so-called painstaking effort, and he had done his best.
But even so, it was only half of what he had written. The gap between the top and the top was insurmountable.
"Yamada-kun, I'm sorry. Please accept my apology. I have to say that you are a genius. You will definitely win this year's Barren Wood Prize. It's not impossible for you to win the Oka Prize. You will definitely become a legend among newcomers!"
The Barren Wood Prize did not choose famous authors for their awards. Instead, they paid more attention to newcomers and unknown authors. Furthermore, the winner would only receive one award, and the prize money was 3 million yen. It was not considered high, but once the author received the award, he could use this title to easily earn a high salary.
The Oka Prize was a step further. It was an award that affirmed the status of a newcomer in the literary world.
"Please, you must sign a contract with our White Rock Academy, please." If it weren't for Yamada Shin's young age, Nagano Narimi would have fallen.
"Become a legend?" Pei Zi Yun was still very tempted. Originally, he wanted to become a legend in swordsmanship. But now, the road to becoming a legend was open.
Barren Wood Prize — Oka Prize — Oka Prize.
This was a grand slam.
Pei Zi Yun was immediately tempted. He said, "Well, for this contract, are there any requirements?"
Nagano Narimi said, "After signing the contract, our White Rock Academy will publish and pay you. You will also bear the corresponding obligations. You must submit three or two articles to us every week …"
Pei Zi Yun frowned and asked, "So many requirements?"
Pei Zi Yun immediately felt that it was not possible. If he became a columnist or contracted writer for White Rock Academy, he would always have a specific theme or essay. Actually, his writing was not bad, but the difference in style was obvious. People would definitely suspect him of ghostwriting or stealing.
Even if no relevant evidence could be found, it would still have an impact. In fact, if one did not care about the doubts, it did not matter. After all, the work was more important than anything else. In the end, people would definitely think that Yamada Shin was a versatile writer, or that he was not good at certain aspects.
But if he wanted to create a legend, there could not be any flaws. Most importantly, he wanted to complete it in a short period of time, so he could not allow for such variables.
"I'm really sorry, I still have to go to school. I don't have time, and I will only write novels that I want to write. I won't write anything else!" Pei Zi Yun weighed the pros and cons in his mind and was about to refuse.
Nagano Narimi was still thinking about how Yamada Shin would create a reputation after joining White Rock Academy. At this moment, she was shocked. Was the little cabbage that she had her eyes on about to fly away?
She hurriedly said, "Yamada-kun, please do not refuse. The conditions can be discussed. Let's talk about it in detail."
Sakako Sanshiko had been watching coldly. Seeing that Pei Zi Yun's expression was a little impatient, she said, "Yamada Ki, you don't have to worry about such a small matter. Leave it to me to handle … Please rest assured, Yamada Ki, I will handle this matter properly and will not bring you any trouble."
Pei Zi Yun didn't reply to Sakashi-ko. Sakashi-ko saw that Pei Zi Yun was still hesitating, so she stood up and said slowly, "Yamada Rou, even if you're an ordinary author, you can't take care of everything. There's always a manager."
"As for famous authors, there will be a studio that provides all kinds of services for them."
"And you, Yamada Ki, have a lot of things to deal with in the future. Do you still want to divert your precious time in this aspect?"
"Even if it is difficult for you to accept the identity of the young master of Jin Chuan Shrine, allow me to serve you personally. Just treat me as your manager."
Hearing this, Pei Zi Yun's heart moved. Indeed, he wanted to create a legend in a short period of time. He really did not have the energy to entangle himself in this aspect. How could an ordinary manager compare to Sakako Sanshiko?
Although they had only met for a day, he did not doubt Sakako Sanshiko's ability. Thinking of this, Pei Zi Yun said, "Then this matter will be handled by you."
As he said this, Pei Zi Yun stood up and said softly to Nagano Narimi, "Sorry for being impolite!" At the same time, he gave his mother an apologetic look.
Then, he walked straight into his room.
After Pei Zi Yun left, there were only Sakako Sanshiko, Nagano Narimi, and Yamada Izumi left in the small living room. Yamada Izumi was fine, but Nagano Narimi was focused on reading her manuscript. She did not know what was going on with the young girl in front of her. At this moment, her eyes were staring straight ahead.
Sakako Sanshiko ignored this pressure. At this time, she slowly raised her head and said to the two of them, "Madam, Nagano San, let's have a good talk now!"
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