Tokyo Bubble Life Chapter 501

Chapter 501 500, Naoki-san, you are now a father!

It is still a restaurant near the Shogakukan, which is probably the limit of Morikawa Kuniji's hospitality budget.

"Naoki-san, is there any progress on the latest book?"

Just sat down and took a sip of water, editor Morikawa's instinct started to work, and he started to urge updates

"Ah, the new book just has a rough idea in my mind, not to the point where I can write it down."

Yongshan just didn't panic at all. Anyway, if you have to ask, I can only say no~

"Hahaha, is that so? There is no way. After all, creating such a thing depends on inspiration and timing." Sure enough, he was more experienced, and Morikawa Kuniji found a new level for himself very smoothly.

After a few pleasantries, as the exquisite dishes gradually came on stage, Kuniji Morikawa began to talk about "Love in the Sky" while eating, and that he would participate in the Eiji Yoshikawa Literary Award selection.

"Actually, we also submitted "Summer Garden", "Love Letter" and "Love in the Sky" last year, but as an award for popular novels, the Eiji Yoshikawa Literary Award only started to consider youth novels this year. In comparison In other words, "Love in the Sky" has more profound reflections and predictions on society."

Naoki Nagayama listened to Kuniji Morikawa's explanation while eating creamy mushroom soup. "The Garden of Summer" is a book for juveniles. Although "Love Letter" portrays young love very well, it is still poor at reflecting the times. a little bit.

As for "Love in the Sky", if it comes out decades later, it will be an ordinary youth novel, but in this era, it predicts the future social form on popular themes such as school violence and student life, so it seems The intention is a little higher.

Naoki Naoyama is a little funny. Now if I write future urban novels, similar to Little Times, will I create a genre of futuristic fantasy literature?

"Naoki-san?" Kuniji Morikawa called Naoki Nagayama.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"At the beginning of next year, do you want to hold a few signings? Create a little heat on campus and in newspapers?" Kuniji Morikawa suggested, "In this way, it will be more beneficial in the selection process."

"Huh?" Naoki Yongshan was curious, "Didn't you even create momentum during the Naoki Award?"

Morikawa Kuniji explained: "At that time, your "Love in the Sky" had just been sold, and it was the time when the momentum was like a rainbow. Young people and people in the literary circle were discussing your novel every day, so naturally there was no need to create momentum."

"However, after half a year has passed, the popularity has more or less dropped."

"This, doesn't it mean that it is still being reprinted?" Naoki Naoyama has received reprinting fees before.

Morikawa Kuniji smiled: "After all, the sales volume is not as large as the first batch."

Book sales are actually similar to releasing albums. If it is not the kind of classics that can be read repeatedly and lasts for years, other novels will only have a sales period of more than half a year, which is a little longer than albums~

Among Naoki Naoki's three books, probably only "The Garden of Summer" will continue to sell for a long time.

"That's fine~"

Naoki Naoyama thought about it for a while. There really isn't much to do at the beginning of next year. It's just a signing event. What's the big deal? What is a famous writer? (Tactical back) ~

After confirming this matter, Kuniji Morikawa seemed to be relieved. As a writer, Naoki Naoyama is good at everything, but the fact that he is not sociable is worrying.

The next spaghetti bolognese is very happy to eat.

Naoki Naoki was curious about another thing: "Bunji-san, didn't you say that Dongbao wanted to buy my film and television adaptation rights?"

"Ah, yes!" Kuniji Morikawa came to his senses, "Shogakukan and Toho have always cooperated in copyright. When discussing the rights of adaptation this time, they mentioned several novels by Naoki-san and Toho's Hiroshi Kawamura. The section chief is very interested in these novels, so let's draw a thread in the middle."

"Oh? So, what price are they willing to pay?" What's the use of being interested in something, paying is the real deal!

Kunji Morikawa didn't expect Naoki Naoyama to be so direct. Shouldn't writers be a little more reserved?

When I talked to other writers about someone buying film and television adaptation rights, they were all pleasantly surprised and grateful.

"For "The Court of Summer", 6 million, "Love Letter" 10 million, and "Love in the Sky" 12 million."

This offer. It seems that Dongbao also knows that love movies can sell at the box office, and movies that are both sad and love can make tears and sell at the box office.

"It feels a bit low." Naoki Yongshan said bluntly, considering his net worth and such a fee, he is a little bit underestimated.

Morikawa Kuniji hurriedly said: "This is only a preliminary negotiation, and it can be negotiated in the future, but Naoki-san, this price is already the market price of the novel adaptation copyright."

It doesn't mean that a novel adapted into a movie will definitely be a hit.

"Hahaha, it's still too low for me." Naoki Naoyama smiled. If he shoots his own novels, he can earn much more money than this.

"Bongji-san, to put it simply, I will not agree to this price."

"Eh? Isn't Naoki-san waiting for the next quotation?" Kuniji Morikawa persuaded, "There is basically no one in Japan that can bid higher than Dongbao."

"Bunji-san, Dongbao doesn't know the value now, but they will know soon!" For the film adaptation of these novels, Naoki Yongshan is full of confidence. When "Love Letter" is released, his novels will definitely Will go viral again!

But he didn't want to kill him with a stick:

" "Bunji-san, the right to adapt can be discussed, but for Dongbao, let's talk directly with Shuyou Yinghua. I still have other conditions, such as acting as a screenwriter, co-development and so on. "

If you cooperate with Japan's largest film production company, the obstacles you encounter in the film industry should be much smaller.

"Is that so?" Kuniji Morikawa nodded, "I'll tell Chief Kawamura Takuo."

"By the way, tell him that there are only "Summer Garden" and "Love in the Sky", and "Love Letter" is already being filmed."

"Eh?"

The meal with Kuniji Morikawa didn't last long, and he didn't intend to continue drinking in broad daylight. However, Naoki Yongshan squeezed out an afternoon of free time for himself.

As for the editing of "Midnight Ring", isn't there Xiu Yisang!

"What are you going to do this rare afternoon?"

Naoki Naoki drove the car on the road, and soon arrived at Yamazakurin, but unexpectedly didn't want to stay at home, so he opened the door with the remote control, and yelled loudly to the inside:

"Yutaro, put the dog leash on, I'll take you out to play!"

"Wow?"

The big dog who was still pulling the cherry tree in the yard raised his head vigilantly.

But after hearing keywords such as "dog leash" and "going out to play", he immediately rushed to the dog leash placed at the entrance, then picked up the dog leash, ran to the door to aim at the target, and jumped in from the car window. in the car!

Yongshan Naoki quickly resisted the big dog's affection with both hands: "Yutaro, do you really want to go out to play?! Okay, sit down, don't lick me, you can't be a licking dog!"

"Wow, woof, woof! (You are right in everything you say! Taro wagged his tail happily, extremely excited.

The large Toyota Century, it is very easy to turn around. Naoki Naoyama thought about the goal after he re-entered the avenue, "Where are we going? By the way, Mr. Aoyama seems to have said last time that the chrysanthemum exhibition in Shinjuku Gyoen is holding an exhibition!"

Patted Gouzi's head: "It's decided, let's go there!"

"Woof!" Euntaro couldn't agree more!

There is no traffic flow in the afternoon on weekdays, but the road conditions are also very smooth. It only takes ten minutes from Chiyoda to Shibuya.

After Naoki Naoyama parked the car, he took Euntaro to the land of the Gyoen Garden.

"It's really big!"

Naoki Nagayama looked around. This park covers an area of nearly 60 hectares, straddling Shinjuku and Shibuya, and next to Yoyogi Park and Tonomiya Imperial Palace. It can be said that the scenery of this generation is very good.

In the imperial garden in autumn, of course, red maple is the world, but against the backdrop of evergreen trees and ginkgo, the flame-like maple red and the golden color of ginkgo intertwine to form a gradient-like color.

The ground is covered with maple leaves, dead leaves, and ginkgo leaves, covering up the original brown land, as if putting a layer of warm autumn clothes on the earth.

Today, the largest chrysanthemum exhibition in Tokyo is held here. The chrysanthemums as big as bowls are arranged in the park according to different colors and types. The green pingpong chrysanthemums are like the beautiful patterns on the Chinese clothes, decorating the whole park like brocade cassocks.

Naoki Naoyama led Eitaro for a walk in the picturesque scenery, completely forgetting the busy mood during this time,

"Sure enough, the pressure of working every day is still too great!"

While talking, he struggled to pull Ying Taro away from the flower. For some reason, the dog sniffed the chrysanthemum and always wanted to take a bite.

Stop and go, don't care about the passage of time, one person and one dog are very comfortable.

It is said that the weather in summer changes as soon as it changes, and sometimes it is the same in autumn.

It was clear that the warm sun shone through the clouds and mist before, but now it is raining lightly.

Naoki Nagayama, who had already reached the middle of the park, could only take Euntaro to a gazebo to shelter from the rain.

"Obviously the typhoon has passed, why is it still raining?" Naoki Nagayama patted Etaro's slightly wet back, "It looks like we have to wait~"

The small pavilion standing by the water can only accommodate four or five people. There is an L-shaped wooden chair along the edge. Naoki Naoyama sat on the chair and exhaled lightly.

The pattering raindrops fell from the sky, floated on the leaves, washed away a layer of light dust, fell on the pavilion, and dripped along the wooden eaves.

One drop, but soon turned into a thin line, the rain became heavier.

In the pond next to , the raindrops hit the water surface in circles and ripples, more and more, and finally broke into pieces, leaving only the sound of swishing.

Coupled with the rustling sound of rainwater hitting the leaves next to it, it looks like the autumn rain is playing.

"This is still a pavilion where you can enjoy the scenery~" Naoki Yongshan looked at the pool outside, but felt that the scenery was inexplicably familiar.

"I've seen it there. Speaking of which, I haven't been to Gyoen, have I?"

Naoki Naoyama couldn't remember when he had been here, but when he looked around, an inexplicable sense of familiarity became heavier.

The rain falls, the shelter from the rain, the pond, the boulders on the bank, the stone lamp, and the short bridge.

Goulian's memories surged up from his mind again, and exquisite pictures appeared one after another, so detailed that every leaf could see the veins.

Those are burning expenses! -"Garden of Words"

The movies that Zeng Jin has watched are gradually displayed. It is said that every frame of the movie is a wallpaper, and it really shows the high memory brought by high image quality.

Naoki Naoki's head is like a paste at this time, full of the details of the movie, and has been in a state of downtime for a long time.

After taking a few deep breaths, Naoki Naoyama finally came to his senses, and couldn't help complaining: "Why are you drawing so delicately?"

It was still raining at this time, so naturally I couldn't go to the car to get a notebook to compose the ending song "Rain".

Moreover, the basic plot of this movie is actually very simple, mainly because the picture quality of the movie is too high, and Naoki Naoyama has no way to reduce the intracranial pressure by drawing, so he can only lean on the back of the chair and gently massage his temples .

Accompanied by the sound of decompressing rain, it took Naoki Yongshan more than half an hour to fully digest these memories.

"I seem to have seen a lot of high-definition animation movies like this. What should I do when I think about it later, should I learn to draw?"

"Impossible, how can it be possible to draw a movie in a short period of time?! In this case, even if Osamu Tezuka, Eiichiro Oda, Yoshihiro Togashi, and Masashi Kishimoto come together, it is impossible to draw it in a few hours Let's do it!"

After complaining for a while, Naoki Nagayama touched Euntaro who was looking at him worriedly,

"Taro, I'm fine! I just remembered the past."

Turned his head to look at the surrounding environment again. At this time, there was already a picture in his mind to find the difference. "It turned out that it was because the colors of the trees were different, so I didn't notice it!"

In "The Garden of Words and Leaves", there are dark green trees, but now they are colorful.

The rain kept falling until it was almost evening.

Naoki Naoyama had to stay in the pavilion with Taro until the evening, and when he came back, he was too hungry to cook.

Packing an assorted sushi and other platters in the restaurant, Naoki Nagayama returned to Yamazakin, and first wrote down the song "Rain".

While eating sushi while watching TV in the living room, Nyotaro ran over, smelling the smell of salmon, and put his head close to his hand

"You foodie" Naoki Naoyama, who didn't take Daju out to play, felt a little guilty and gave the salmon sushi and tuna sushi to Nyotaro, "I'll take you with me next time I go out!"

Hey. After having an even number of pets, it is really difficult to keep a bowl of water level!

"Jinglingling~"

At this moment, the phone next to him rang.

"Moses, this is Yamazakurin."

"Naoki-san, you are now a father!" An excited voice came from the phone.

"Eh?!!"

Naoki Naoyama's hairs stood on end all of a sudden, and he almost jumped up from the sofa.

"Ah no, Naoki-san, I mean you gave birth to a son!" Nakai Yuan's overly excited voice came from the microphone, "Ah, that's not right, I mean I'm becoming a father! Hahaha, Naoki-san, my The baby is born!"

"Won Tae-sang can't talk nonsense next time. Others will misunderstand!"

"Hahahaha~"

Hahaha, it's still morning! After all, I haven't eaten yet!

(end of this chapter)

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