After some searching, Pei Ziyun could not find any information about these people in the online messages. After waiting, he entered the keyword "Japanese great writer" into the search engine.
Then the entries were displayed, and he clicked on one. After reading for a while, he stopped and murmured: "The dark and mysterious features, the artistic conception of drinking alone on a rainy night in late autumn, make people shudder."
"Sure enough, the Shinkawa shogunate was different from the era I knew. Naturally, the world that was changed by this did not have the people and works that I remembered."
"But it doesn't mean that there are no first-class or super-first-class authors and works. Think about it. Every era has its own heroes. How could there be no works if someone is missing?"
"It is still difficult to dominate based on the works in memory. The only sustainable way is digital superposition, but this also has the problem of stylistic differences."
Many people don't know, but people who are familiar with literature know very well that a person's writing style actually has habits and characteristics, and the more outstanding the author, the more so.
A familiar reader can tell at a glance whose work it is.
"At best, it's a matter of confusing a limited number of relatively close styles."
“Things with hugely different styles should never be juxtaposed.”
"But I don't want to be a life-long literary copycat. I just want to earn some royalties, and my articles will complement each other and dominate the country. When it is published, it will add a legend to me. There is no need for several great authors to add their works to compete for the first place in the literary world. Bit."
"But even so, I am only 12 years old now. If I don't want to shock the world, I can't copy articles that must have obvious profound experience."
"Creativity and writing skills are fine, but I can only choose those young authors who have won awards and have obvious traces of youth. It is best if they are works by martial artists."
"Yes, it is said that Mitsuki Ibuki made his debut at the age of fifteen and won the Newcomer Award with "Samurai Under the Sakura". Although he is not very strong, he is the most suitable. Moreover, he has deep traces of imitating Mizuno. He is already a bit wet. The unique beauty of samurai emptiness and sadness depicted in the fields is heartwarming, but the writing style and experience are relatively weak."
"Mizudano Jung is famous in Japan for his series of short, medium and long stories about samurai, but there is no Mizutano Jung in this world. If you think about it backwards, it will make people feel that Ibuki Mitsuki's transformation from childish to mature is a natural sublimation."
"This is the beginning of the Samurai series, and the word count is not many, just 3,500 words."
"As for the target of submission, only fools in Japan submit online submissions."
The unit price of the Japanese network's manuscript fee is 0.1 or 0.2 yen per word, 100 yen for a thousand words, and 450 yen for a short story. When working part-time in a convenience store, the hourly compensation is 900 yen.
This prevents anyone from submitting quality manuscripts to the Internet.
In traditional literature, manuscript fees are calculated based on the number of sheets. For an average author, a manuscript of 400 words costs about 5,000 yen. If the article just mentioned is selected, it will cost at least 40,000 yen.
Of course, with such a high remuneration, the editorial review is also very strict. First, second, and third review are the norm. However, for copywriting, even the lowest-level manuscripts are historically produced through bloody battles among elites. If you are afraid of everything else, don’t be afraid of review.
Thinking of this, Pei Ziyun no longer hesitated and started typing. If it was just copying, he only needed to write it down silently. Although he had lost his Taoism and divine power, he could type at least 250 words per minute with the speed of his mind and hand. He could only hear the continuous crackling sound. The writing appears on the computer screen.
It is said that the maximum input speed is 500 per minute, which is unnecessary.
Yamada Izumi went to work for a while, and her anxiety was revealed in her voice: "Shinichi, are you okay? What are you doing?"
As he said this, Yamada Izumi came over and watched with a pair of bright eyes, observing carefully.
After Qiamo finished writing, Pei Ziyun clicked Save without checking for typos. He was full of confidence in himself - if he still made typos, would he be feeding the dog in his practice
The email was sent to Shiraishi Gakukan Publishing House at 1 o'clock. Before Yamada Izumi could see anything, Pei Ziyun stood up, grabbed the wooden knife, and shouted: "Mom, I want to go out and find a convenience store."
Before Yamada Izumi could react, she ran out. The convenience store was not far away. As soon as she entered, she heard a voice: "Welcome."
Pei Ziyun went straight to the photocopying area. In Pei Ziyun's view, the Japanese convenience store is actually a condensed version of Shanghai's multi-functional shopping malls. It provides shopping, dining, daily services, payment of water, electricity and gas bills, even insurance, taxes, sending and receiving express delivery, and delivery. You can come to your door.
Printing is very convenient.
But when he arrived at the photocopying area, Pei Ziyun was startled. He saw a somewhat familiar person - Fukada Otoye.
Fukada Otoha was smiling and bowing to the guests: "Hello, guest, welcome. What service would you like?"
She had a smile on her face but a bitter heart. She had good grades, but her father temporarily lost his job, so she came out to do odd jobs.
Working part-time was not hard work, but the melancholy atmosphere at home made her worried. Just as she was thinking about it, she saw a businessman approaching in a grand manner, and simply said: "I want to print."
"In black and white, ten yen a piece." Although she was a primary school student, she bowed politely, but then she was stunned: "Are you Yamada-san?"
"Fukada-san, I want to print these, can you print them for me?" Pei Ziyun asked with a roll of his eyes, taking out the USB flash drive.
"Of course." Fukada Otoha was still very patient, and it wasn't too much trouble. She plugged in skillfully, printed it out, and noticed the Japanese map.
"I'm going to travel across the country, and this is my travel plan." Pei Ziyun said.
Immediately, Fukada Otonoha was surprised. This was really unexpected, and he said: "Ah, Yamada-san is planning a nationwide tour at such a young age. It is really amazing."
"He also helped me find the route to the second-hand bookstore. I'm going to go there tomorrow."
"Okay, wait a minute." She said and asked casually: "What book are you buying?"
"Junior high school textbook."
Pei Ziyun said: "Although I am planning to travel across the country, I don't want to delay my homework, so I plan to finish the required courses and some elective courses in advance."
"I'm going to buy these second-hand books at 1/3 of the price."
The junior high school consists of eight subjects including Chinese, social studies, mathematics, science, music, art, health and physical education, technology and family, and the elective course is foreign language.
"That's it!" Fukada Otoye's heart moved, and he said a little embarrassedly: "Well, I'm going to change my shift soon. If you are willing to wait for a while, I can give you my textbooks at one-fifth the price. .”
"Besides, if you have it, I can give you tutoring." As she said that, Fukada Otono felt very ashamed. If her father hadn't lost her job and the economy had been a bit tight recently, she wouldn't have been like this.
"If it's okay within half an hour." Pei Ziyun said, paid, and consciously took the wooden knife to the newspapers and periodicals area to flip through a few pages of magazines. In convenience stores, it is okay to browse magazines standing up, until he feels embarrassed. , for a long time, station reading culture has become a unique landscape of Japanese convenience stores.
At this time, a man was passing by.
The moment he passed by this man, Pei Ziyun was suddenly startled, and the other man probably felt the same way. He squinted his eyes and looked around, and finally saw Pei Ziyun holding a wooden knife.
For some unknown reason, this man in his thirties lowered his head, exchanged a few words with Pei Ziyun, and introduced himself!
The man who called himself "Ishiwatari" had short hair and a look of deep fatigue between his eyebrows. He said, "Oh, it turns out you graduated from a junior high school. Have you confirmed your decision to join a junior high school?"
"Milan Private Middle School? It's a really good school. Are you planning to join any clubs?"
"Kendo is very good. It can train people's will."
"Hey, I want to travel all over the country and visit shrines in various places. It's such an amazing ambition." Ishiwata rambled on, not caring about the feelings of the people around him, and talked about his own affairs.
"I'm going to visit a nearby shrine or temple tomorrow. It seems that we have the same interest." Shidu took out a blue flyer and gave one to Pei Ziyun.
The flyer looked like a shrine, but Pei Ziyun didn't have time to take a closer look. Time passed before he knew it.
"Sorry for the long wait." Fukada Otoye came over and looked at the man with suspicion.
"Ah, I'm really sorry. I don't know why. I feel a lot more relaxed after chatting with you." Shidu smiled reluctantly, lowered his head and said, "Excuse me, I'll take my leave now."
"What a strange man, Yamada-san, don't talk to strangers, especially people like this who may be homeless." Fukada Otoba is very vigilant. If Pei Ziyun is Luo Li, she will call the police. .
"Even tramps are still ronin." Pei Ziyun said with wide eyes. In Japan, tramps are a large group. There are lazy people, people who can't bear the pressure, unemployed people, and ronin.
The so-called ronin originally refers to the samurai who broke away from their official status during the shogunate era - only those who were samurai can be called ronin, and unemployed farmers are naturally not.
Nowadays, it refers to people who have received higher education and even once earned tens of millions of dollars a year. They have been expelled or self-exiled due to various reasons. The difference between them and ordinary homeless people is that they have talents.
"Hmph, don't be deceived." Fukada Otoye continued to remain vigilant: "And those strange words - I feel much more relaxed after chatting with you."
"What kind of man can feel relaxed chatting with elementary school graduates?"
Pei Ziyun said: "It's also possible..."
But he didn't say it after he said this, because Fukada Otoye's face became more suspicious, suspecting that he had been deceived.
He stopped silently and followed her out. After exiting the brightly lit convenience store, he headed towards the apartment where Fukada Otoha lived.
Under the streetlight, Fukada Otoye was still instilling the idea of guarding against strangers, and Pei Ziyun nodded repeatedly, finally satisfying her.
Pei Ziyun, who was liberated, looked back at Yexia.
"This man has a deep dark aura about him. It's strange. When I first arrived, I felt carefully for several days that there was no supernatural aura."
"Why are we meeting him twice in a row now?"
(End of chapter)