Compared with the schoolchildren's club, Asahi Shimbun is like a media giant. The 8-story office building was newly established after the war. Although it was one of the few objective factors in Japan's history, such as lack of resources, decline in people's income, and severe inflation, which caused a decline in newspaper sales, Asahi Shimbun, as one of the largest newspapers in Japan, has achieved more than 300,000 copies in daily sales! It has become Japan's second largest newspaper after the Yomiuri Shimbun. This can be seen from its tall, magnificent and spacious office building.

Walk into the hall covered with bluestone and drink! The area is so large! Ai Fei murmured in his heart. This is a competition with the reception halls of some high-end hotels that he saw later. Don’t forget that it is now in 1950! The area of ​​the hall is more than 1,000 square meters. Standing in the middle and looking around, several passages extending in different directions. There are several young receptionists standing opposite the reception desk, with clocks hanging behind them. Different clocks show the time zones of different countries, including New York, Washington, London, and Moscow.

Ai Fei searched around and there was no elevator door: Didn't they use the elevator yet? Probably not? He was puzzled and suddenly touched someone behind him: "Ah, I'm sorry!" The two of them apologized at the same time.

Turning around, there was a man in his grade 45.6, standing next to him, with a woman next to him. The man didn't look like a pure Japanese, with a high nose bridge and deep eye frames. Moreover, his eyes were not pure black like Asians, but it was a bit yellow. However, he had a standard Tokyo accent. He was wearing a blue suit. I don't know if it had been put for too long. When he got close, he could smell a musty smell. The woman beside him was wearing a floral kimono, lowered her head and stood respectfully beside the man. Maybe he was his wife: "..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't bump into you, did you?"

"Ah, nothing." Ai Fei smiled, his eyes drooped, and naturally fell on the invitation he was holding: "Then..."

The man also saw his invitation: "Then... may I ask, you are here to attend..."

"Yes. My surname is Ai, Ai Fei. Please take care of me."

"Ah, my surname is Yamazaki. I met for the first time. Please take care of me." The man surnamed Yamazaki greeted with a smile: "Ai...Fei?"

From his expression, you can see that he must have known his name. Ai Fei felt a burst of pride: "Yes, is there any problem?"

"Ai Feijun who wrote... "Points and Lines"?" The man turned around and looked at the woman beside him. The latter also raised his head affectionately, opened his eyes wide and looked at the pretty man in front of him.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm rude!" Yamazaki soon discovered her rudeness and bowed again: "Uchiko likes your works very much. She told me that the author of writing such an excellent work must be someone who has a deep understanding of the current situation in Japan and pays attention to and pays attention to the details of life. I also agree with it very much. But... I didn't expect..."

"Can it be such a young man?" Ai Fei smiled and followed the words he had not finished.

"It's rude."

"No, this is nothing. In fact, not only Yamazaki, but also my father and mother, when they received the invitation from the Asahi Shimbun Agency, they still didn't believe that this would be true!"

"Haha..." Yamazaki laughed dryly with him: "Then... Ai Jun... can you pass?"

"Ah, of course, of course."

The receptionist handed over their respective invitations at the reception desk, and the receptionist led them to a corridor and a lift took them to the conference site on the 5th floor.

By taking the elevator and talking along the way, Ai Fei learned that the man he was traveling with was named Yuji Yamazaki. His "Black Curse" was selected as the second prize in the art category of this award (somewhat similar to Chinese romance novels). According to Yamazaki himself, this is a story about the themes of citizens' self-rescue and mutual rescue after the Hiroshima atomic bomb explosion.

Ai Fei was a little awe-inspiring: Has some people in Japan begun to reflect on the serious theme of the suffering this war has brought to the people?

Yamazaki looked embarrassed when he faced his praise: "Where is it! This is all piled up by me, and it is completely incomparable to works like Ai Feijun who discovers the details of life!"

Ai Fei smiled and didn't say anything. A question immediately appeared: "Yamazaki-kun?"

"Hi?"

"My work... seems to have not been published or published yet? You and your wife...?"

"Ah!" Yamazaki and his wife suddenly became squeamish: "Actually... I am responsible..."

Ai Fei immediately understood: Among the novel awardees this time, there are guys he knows! Haha... Is this considered going through the back door?

Listening to the laughter from his throat, Yamazaki felt even more embarrassed. Fortunately, the elevator made a light "Ding!" sound and came to the 5th floor. When he walked out of the elevator, the corridor was still in front of him, but on the porch of a gate at the end of the corridor, there was a long banner hanging: "The venue for the First Million-People Novel Awards."

When I walked into the venue, it looked like a state banquet scene. There were dining tables covered with snow-white tablecloths everywhere. According to the number plates on their respective invitations, the two were divided into different tables.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Yamazaki and his wife, Ai Fei was arranged at the No. 9 table, which faced the rostrum obliquely - the top ten tables should be prepared for the first, second and third prize winners, right? He thought in his heart.

There were six pairs of cups and saucers on the table, and four owners were already sitting in front of their cups and saucers. Ai Fei looked at it and the youngest one was about the same size as his father: "I'm sorry, I'm rude."

Seeing a boy wearing navy blue student uniform sitting on a chair, several people looked at each other, wondering if he was sitting in the wrong position, but were embarrassed to ask. Of course, no one greeted him.

After sitting in his seat for a while, without letting everyone wait for a long time. The host of the awards, Hasegawa Yuemon, editor-in-chief of the social news version of Asahi Shimbun, walked onto the rostrum: "Everyone, noon!"

After bowing to the guests in the audience, Mr. Hasegawa began to speak: "…………I am very happy and honored to invite literary and artistic novel authors and colleagues from all over the country to participate in this Million-People Novel Creation Awards!"

"...This award is composed of the famous detective novelist Edogawa Ryokawa Hall, produced by the Hokoroshi Temple, and the famous novelist Inoue Yasuda and Inoue Tsutao II were personally judged. The original intention was to discover and discover the lords who are interested in novel creation and provide you with a platform to show your abilities. Through the consultation of the Asahi Shimbun, a total of 256,029 manuscripts were received by the country and sent with letters! It fully demonstrates that there are a large number of novel writing enthusiasts and participants in my country, without considering the bounty factor. From this perspective alone, this award was successful."

"Haha..." The guests in the audience gave Hasegawa a gentle laugh.

Ai Fei really can't understand the Japanese humor: Is this also worth it to be funny?

Hasegawa's words ended soon: "...Everyone, please come and ask the judges of this award to enter!"
Chapter completed!