"This book must be won!"

Editor-in-chief Mukai's chest fluctuated violently and he closed the pages heavily.

"Sorry, I'm a little out of my composure."

He took a few breaths and finally breathed even out the swelling airflow in his chest.

Even with his experience as a senior editor, he was shocked by this work, Lingtai Qingming.

"Editor Nabi, this book is very good, very good. Your luck is really good. You can handle such a work as soon as you join the job." Editor-in-chief Mukai sighed in his heart. People's luck is incomparable. He has been struggling for many days before finally waiting for the first book that he can read.

"Hi Yi." Nabi Shiyuan pursed the corner of her lips, the smile on her face could not be concealed, and she also felt that her luck was so good.

"The quality of this book is rare this year, especially its final reversal, is better than any trick of a crime."

"Natural tricks."

"What?"

Nabi Shin-Yu recalled the results she discussed with her sister last night: "I think this book has created a new genre of writing styles, which can be described as narrative tricks. From the perspective of textual narrative, we have fallen into the author's tricks."

"Is it a narrative trick?" Chief Mukai pondered this unprecedented new word, and after a long time he showed praise in his eyes, "It's very appropriate, this description is very appropriate!"

"Editor Nabi, please be sure to take down this book and the author. You must hold it tightly in your hands. Without further ado, you can contact him now!"

"Hi Yi!"

After leaving the office with "The Mysterious Case of Rice Flower", Nabi Shiyuan's face was full of determination. To be serious, she would not be too much to die with pride. Obviously, she regarded whether she could sign this book as an important battle in her life.

It is indeed an important battle. Not only the pressure given by the boss, but if such a good work is allowed to slip away in vain, Nabi Shiyuan himself will not forgive himself.

"Nabi, what happened to me in the office just now? The editor-in-chief suddenly spoke so loudly. I heard a question about the work you took in?"

The editor wearing glasses looked at Nabi Shiyuan curiously.

The editor is named Yukio Shizui. He is an old editor in the company. Although he does not have very big-name celebrity novelists, he also has a large number of ordinary writers. He has been working steadily for many years. The upper limit is not high, but the lower limit is not much lower.

Such a well-behaved old editor is also a must for a publishing house.

"Yeah." Nabi Shiyuan nodded with her lips pursed, "The editor-in-chief is very satisfied with this work, so I must win it."

"Ah? That's it? I haven't seen Editor-in-Chief Minoi like this for several years. It seems that the work you got this time... is amazing!" Yukio Shizui gave Nabi Shizuo a thumbs up, "If it's not an obstacle, can I take a look? I'm a little curious about what kind of work it is."

"Senior, please watch it first. I want to contact the author of this book as soon as possible."

After taking the original manuscript from Nabi Shiyuan's hand, Yukio Shisui immediately started to read it curiously.

There will be good people in every office, master of slut, and young people who work hard and passionately. Yukio Suo is a standard and good person who is well-known. He has no airs to the younger generation, and he has no intention of striving for progress. It seems that he just wants to live a life of justice until retirement.

Nabi Shiyuan picked up the landline equipped for herself on the table and called the mobile phone number left by the author of "The Mysterious Case of Rice".

“Doudu.”

A blind voice was heard in the microphone.

The other party had not answered the phone, but Nabi Shiyuan had already started to make up for the other party's voice and what kind of person the other party would be.

Being able to write such a strange story, with sophisticated writing style and foreshadowing, I believe that I must be a person with abundant writing experience. Maybe I wrote not about mystery novels before, but other types of novels. Recently, I wanted to change it and wrote a revelatory mystery novel like "The Mysterious Case of Rice Flower".

This kind of thing happens often, and the other party must be such a person.

The old author Nabi Shiyuan couldn't help but imagine the other person's appearance. Should she be a man in her forties or fifties? Or a thirty-year-old uncle with glasses and gentle air?

If a handsome uncle with a thirty-year-old unmarried wearing glasses and burying himself into writing a smile on his face...

"Hey, hello, who are you?"

But suddenly the words sounded from the other end of the phone, which suddenly broke Nabi Shiyuan's fantasy, and was the voice of a somewhat immature boy.

It sounds like it's seventeen or eighteen years old. Well, it must be seventeen or eighteen years old, much younger than Nabi Shiyuan himself.

"Uh..." Nabi Shiyuan's brain went down and he paused before saying, "Hello, I am Nabi Shiyuan, the editor of Kakugawa Bookstore's editorial department. Are you the author of "The Mystery of Rice Flowers"?"

Nabi Shiyuan hoped that the other party would answer no, and replied that it was him who answered the call from his father or brother.

"Yes, I am the author of "Rice Flower Mission"."

Nabi Shin-Yuan's fantasy in the New Year was shattered.

The author of this book is actually just a teenager, and it is not her food at all.

But as a professionally trained editor, these things will not affect Nabi Shin's mood. Nabi Shin still said in a respectful tone: "We have read your work "Rice Flower Case". There is generally no problem with the work. Do you have time to discuss it in person recently?"

The mailing address on the envelope is in Mikacho, Tokyo, not in any other faraway place, so it is not a strange request to discuss it in person.

Mito Tsuki on the other end of the phone was already after school in the afternoon. He looked at the clock on the wall and said, "There is no problem in the afternoon or evening. Do you need me to go to the headquarters of the Ichibashi in Chiyodaku?"

"No need to be so troublesome. I'll just go to you for an interview. Do you live in Mikacho?"

"Um."

Without further ado, it will change. Even if the original manuscript is in her hands, Nabi Shiyuan wants to fight quickly, so as not to happen if something unexpected happens. From ancient times to the present, many celebrities have lost in the final step, and she doesn't want to repeat the same mistake.

Nabi Shiyuan said simply: "Will it be okay at 7 o'clock this evening? I know there is a good cafe, and we can go to the cafe to talk about it in detail."

"Okay, where is the location?"

The place where he reported the news was clear, Nabi Shin-in-Lin said last: "Then we will meet, Mr. Mito."

After putting down the phone, Nabi Shiyuan clenched her fists and cheered herself up. It was great. I didn’t expect the process to be so simple.

It’s just Mito, Mito, Mito... Why does this surname sound a bit familiar?

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Chapter completed!