The next day, just like yesterday, when Pei Ziyun arrived at the park, someone shouted. When Pei Ziyun saw it, it was two policemen and a cashier.
"Is it a case inquiry?" Pei Ziyun turned around and saw an inspection director at the head. The cashier lowered his head slightly and said, "Yamada-san, don't be nervous. This is Ishizaka Criminal Investigation. I'm just asking."
"Yamada-san, are you going to the park to exercise?"
Keigo Ishizaka looks to be in his forties. He may be under a lot of pressure. His hair is a bit gray and his figure is fat. He looks very harmonious.
"A police officer from the quasi-professional group." Pei Ziyun pursed his lips and said nothing for a long time. The reason why Japan wants to get into a prestigious university is actually very simple. It is that it implements a de facto imperial examination system.
The Japanese police ranks are composed of inspection, inspection chief, inspection director, police supplementary, police department, police, police chief, police chief, police supervisor, police director, etc.
However, if you come from a prestigious school, even if you are successful in the recruitment process, you will be recruited by the police department when you join the job, while those who are talented at ordinary universities will be recruited by the police department. After you start patrolling, and work until you retire, you will generally be just a supplementary job by the police department - basically the ceiling is the police department.
If you graduate from high school, yes, you will have no fame. You will be an inspector all your life. After working for ten years, you can consider your hard work and be given the position of chief inspector. The man in front of you is in his forties, and his police rank is director of inspections. You can tell at a glance that he is. Born in the semi-professional group.
It can be said that in Japan, if you cannot get into a prestigious school, there is very little room for promotion, whether in the government or in a company. Even if you have some talent, you will only be a middle- and lower-level cadre for the rest of your life.
Pei Ziyun was complaining, and Ishizaka Keigo was not surprised. It is natural for a child to be nervous. He smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. Can you tell me what this man talked to you?"
What is very interesting about Japan is that Japanese people rarely move. Most Japanese people only live in the same place throughout their lives, only work in one company, and are surrounded by familiar people. Therefore, Japanese people do not have a unified ID card, and the ones at the police station The police greet people at work and school every morning at the door of the police station. That is to say, Tokyo is a bit special because of its large floating population. This attitude is quite normal.
Pei Ziyun naturally bowed his head and told the situation at that time. Ishizaka Keigo nodded, recorded it, stood up and bowed slightly, saying: "Sorry to trouble you, Yamada-san."
Watching Pei Ziyun go away, a young patrolman was confused for a while, and then asked: "Team leader, this case is not a murder, but a suicide. The matter is very clear. Do we need to do this?"
"It is indeed suicide. If you want to commit suicide by taking poison, you just have to go through a procedure."
"But it's seppuku. It's very professional and frightening. There might be trouble later on. There's no harm if we handle things more carefully." Keigo Ishizaka replied: "You don't understand seppuku. This kind of pain is not something ordinary people can handle." Patience, he made no mistake.”
"Maybe it's a martial artist..."
"You are a police officer, and you have also seen the photo. It was a standard seppuku. He died twenty minutes after the seppuku. But the man didn't make a sound, and the waiters not far away didn't pay attention. This is terrible."
"Not to mention that most martial arts practitioners nowadays are just performing. Even if there are still traditional martial arts practitioners, it is difficult to endure this pain. Do you know why there is a practice of seppuku? This kind of pain is unbearable even for the strongest warriors in ancient times."
"The matter may not be over yet. We have to finish the matter to avoid unnecessary responsibility."
"Hey, I understand." The young policeman said, bowing his head to express his gratitude for the teachings of his predecessors.
Pei Ziyun returned home after exercising for an hour. For true scientific health, exercising for more than an hour is a chronic suicide. Most of them are for the sake of performance. But for Pei Ziyun, a master of martial arts, there is no need. Loss of life.
One hour is enough to keep the body in proper metabolism and continue to grow.
Pei Ziyun, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the square table, turned on the computer again and found the email. When he looked carefully, it was an email from the editor of Baishi Academy Publishing House.
Pei Ziyun's eyes lit up, he clicked and looked at the screen.
The editor replied: "I am honored to inform you that not only I, but also my colleagues and the editor-in-chief all agree that your short story "The Samurai Under the Cherry Blossoms" has considerable literary talent and has been accepted by our publisher. It will be published soon. It will be published…”
After reading the reply, Pei Ziyun stood up and turned around a few times.
The internal integrity of Japanese society is pretty good, and Shiraishi Gakukan Publishing House is a reputable publishing house and will not deliberately lower the remuneration. However, since I am a newly debuted writer, the remuneration I receive will not be very high.
"Isn't a short story not enough for me?"
"I do have manuscripts, but Japan doesn't like job-hopping. Let alone multiple submissions for one manuscript, even if one person submits multiple submissions, it can easily be considered as having integrity issues."
Japan likes stability and loyalty. Stability and loyalty are important considerations for employment. Temporary workers are not a big deal. Frequent job-hopping for regular members is a taboo. More than twice in a lifetime will affect employment. As for when the company encounters difficulties but has not yet gone bankrupt. When it comes to job-hopping, job seekers who are often considered the least trustworthy will leave stains on their resumes that are difficult to erase.
The author is better off and can cooperate with multiple publishing houses (newspapers and magazines), but submitting articles to multiple publishing houses at the same time is not popular.
"The copywriter cannot submit to multiple publishing houses. Even if it is to ask for money, he can only use a pseudonym, and not frequently. After all, this circle is very small."
"Moreover, even if the manuscripts submitted under pseudonyms are of high quality and are adopted, the newcomers will be paid the manuscript fee. This is really a pity."
"Forget it. If it's published in a newspaper or magazine this time, I'll send you the last "Kagomon Incident". If it's accepted again, I'll send Mitsuki Ibuki's best novel "Who is the Second Person"? Put it up, this book won the 7th Pingchuan Prize, the first edition sold 20,000 copies, and then it was printed five times within a year and sold 90,000 copies."
"If I get 6,000 yen for a manuscript, the manuscript fee for 180,000 words alone will be 280,000 yen. If it can be published, even according to the 8% royalty rate for newcomers, it will be 4 million yen."
"That's enough. I don't rely on my works to make a living. Besides, this is my debut book. If I do, I will release this masterpiece in the field."
"Mizuno Naka's works are great killers. As long as Japan's social environment does not change significantly, they will definitely not fade and remain classics."
"If you put eleven classic novels from Shui Tian Ye on it, you can eat them for a lifetime."
"However, this is far-fetched. It's okay to publish a short story. If "Who is the Second Man" is published, the editor will definitely have to pay a visit. Will he be surprised to see me?"
In Japan, when a publishing house takes advantage of a writer's copyright, even if a book cannot be sold, royalties still have to be paid to the writer. This is of course a loss for the publishing house, but there is nothing that the publishing house can do about it. Publishing is very cautious, and people must be sent to visit and discuss it repeatedly.
Thinking of the editor's surprised expression, Pei Ziyun couldn't help but smile happily.
"However, the most important thing for me now is to solve the problem of traveling alone - I am too young!"
"If nothing else, it's a primary school graduation tour, but if the class leaves together, there is absolutely no reason for primary school students to travel alone."
"I have to think of a way."
"Yes, I can contact Takamori Mako first, and then use Takamori Mako's name to facilitate me."
Chiba
The tram was crowded with people, and the smell of sweat and perfume was everywhere. Although the passengers habitually remained silent throughout the journey, it was just a matter of habit.
Mako Takamori grabbed the armrest, with a tired face, sweat dripping down her hair, and looked at the car window: "Grandma Aoki next door called, Noriko has a fever, how is she?"
She was reflected in the car window. She was actually only twenty-eight years old this year, but her face looked haggard and looked like she was in her thirties. At this moment, she really wanted to cry.
At this moment, the phone rang again. Could it be Grandma Aoki's call or a debt collection call? She hesitated for a while, then took out her mobile phone from her bag. Fortunately, the call persisted and she didn't hang up for twenty seconds.
"Eh... no..." A strange call was displayed on the screen of the mobile phone.
Takamori Mako was frightened and stunned for a while before answering the phone.
"Hey, may I ask who you are..."
"Ah, it's Takamori-san!" The voice that came was quite young, but the tone was also quite calm, saying: "I am Yamada Shinichi."
"Yamada-kun, who are you?" Mako Takamori was very confused. She didn't know this person. From the sound of the voice, he might be a high school student. This shouldn't be a debt collection call!
"I am contacting you at the request of Mr. Ishiwatari."
"Ishiwatari-kun...are you Makoto?" When Makoto Takamori heard this unexpected name, he was struck by thunder and could hardly breathe.
"Yes, Ishiwata Makoto." The voice on the other side continued to speak calmly, seeming to hear some voices, saying: "Isn't it convenient for you now?"
"Then you can call me later. I'm always available here."
"Hey, hello!" It's really impolite to make a phone call on the train. Behind the partition, during the last few stops, Mako Takamori swayed her body, her eyes were blank, and she almost missed her shift. She got off the train in a hurry, Arriving at a place, he turned around briefly, turned into an apartment, and then quickly ran up.
"Noriko, what's wrong with you?" When she saw the door was ajar, her voice was a little crying. Now she had nothing but Noriko.
The door opened, and a woman in her sixties appeared.
"Aoki-san, did you take care of Noriko? Thank you so much." Mako Takamori quickly bowed deeply to thank her and quickly entered. What he saw was a sleeping eight-year-old girl. She seemed to be in good condition and touched her. Touch it and feel a little relieved.
"Mako, although you are very busy at work, it is also important to take care of Noriko... Hey!" The old woman wanted to continue, but after looking at it, she sighed: "Find a man who can take care of you and Noriko! "
Mako Takamori held back tears and bid farewell to the old woman before closing the door. Looking at her daughter, she began to sob slowly. She did not dare to speak loudly, so she could only sob in a low voice, her voice full of hesitation and helplessness.
(End of chapter)