After driving away from the department store, Ai Fei did not go home directly, but turned around and headed towards the direction to the city. What he was going to this time was the office of Toshiki Nishimura, the director of the Kakugawa Library Publishing Department, who had had the opportunity to cooperate with him last year. Just now, they were on the phone.

Even so, before coming to the gate of Kakugawa Library, Ai Fei found a post office and called the other party again, confirming that there was no problem, so he parked the car downstairs of the other party's company.

Nishimura was waiting at the door in a wide suit. I don’t know if it was someone else’s clothes. He looked loose and ugly when he was wearing it. When the car drove over, he couldn’t see the driver inside clearly. He thought that someone was visiting the company and made way out. Who knew that the car stopped beside him, and Ai Fei pushed the door down from inside: "You are tired and you are waiting at the door, so you are so sorry."

"……………” Nishimura was stunned for a few seconds: “It’s you? This… car?”

"Yes." Ai Fei nodded: "It's my latest purchase. Through a friend, you don't believe you can buy such a car in Japan, right?"

The old man finally came to his senses: "Is this car... Ai Feijun yours?"

"..." Ai Fei was also stunned: So did I say anything in vain? The two of them looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Nishimura then walked to the car and said hello to him: "Long time no see, is Ai Feijun always good? I just saw your work in a magazine published by your company, but I have never had the opportunity to visit and express my gratitude to you for the last cooperation. It's so rude! Please forgive me."

"You're welcome." Ai Fei was kind to the other party according to the Japanese habits: "I always felt a little unsatisfied when I cooperated last time, so I didn't take it as a presumptuous thing. The second time I came to visit was to talk to you about cooperation."

"cooperate?"

"Yes. About a new book collaboration."

"Ah...ah! Please come in and say, please come in and say. Look how rude I am?"

Ai Fei opened the car door: "Nikimura, is it honored to invite you to take my car?"

"Haha... Even if Ai Feijun doesn't make such an invitation, I will still be shameless in asking you!"

The car stopped down the company building, and Ai Fei took the briefcase and walked up the stairs behind him: "There are many people here, but I heard that the famous Mr. Komaki was coming here, so everyone went to the reception room behind to wait. Please go here."

"Yes." The corridor was full of photos, including those who were familiar with Edogawa, those who were Inoue Yasushi, those who were Yokogawa's official history, and those who were Inoue, and those who were Inoue Tuoji, were both famous writers who had cooperative relationships with Kakugawa Library. What he felt most regrettable was that the photos of these people were all black and white. Although the layering of their faces was much better than that of color photos, they were less dynamic.

Nishimura noticed his eyes: "Yes, these are all photos of the judges and initiators of the novel competition that Ai Feijun won the grand prize. Well, you really don't know how much Yasuko Inoue doesn't like taking photos. If it weren't for such an opportunity, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to get his approval!"

Ai Fei didn't say anything. He probably knew some of the deeds of Inoue Yasushi. Compared with his achievements in the literary world and the great recognition of readers, he was really not a good person. He was so proud that he was seldom willing to help new authors and young people who love literature.

The two of them spoke all the way and walked into the office of the distribution department. It was messy, with books, papers, documents and even a smell of acetic acid on the walls? Who brought sushi to the unit as a bento? Nishimura was very accustomed to it and led him to the office compartment to sit down. He just called him and poked his head out: "Hey, Dongjun?"

"Hi!"

"Pour coffee for me and the guests. Ai Jun, I remember you like to drink coffee, right?"

"Yes. Thank you."

After dealing with these hospitality matters, Nishimura sat down next to him: "Ai Jun, what new works can we appreciate this time? Well, don't you see that you have a new novel?"

"It's true. This time I came here mainly to discuss a new novel with you." He took out a notebook from his briefcase: "A novel created between work, please read it and give me some advice."

"Thank you!" Nishimura took the script with both hands: "Sandware", created by Ai Fei. "Well, is it the first time I saw Ai Feijun's words? I mean, the first time I saw the words you wrote in person, not the printed form."

"The font is written too sloppy, and even some of the clips have not been carefully considered. If it causes you any trouble, please apologize."

"Where is it!" Nishimura browsed without raising her head. "Sandware" is much longer than "Points and Lines", but the story is also very clear: "Is it still a detective story?"

"Reasoning." Ai Fei corrected him with a smile: "In my opinion, it should be more appropriate to describe it as a mystery novel."

"Missue Novels." Nishimura repeated: "So... do Ai Feijun have any requirements for the distribution and publication of his works?"

"There is no requirement yet. After all, even the first prize in the novel award does not think that their works can be published by your company?"

Nishimura burst into laughter, took the coffee brought by Dongjun, and put down a cup in front of Ai Fei; "Please." He lowered his head and looked at the manuscript he brought.

After a while, he looked up: "A murder case in Tokyo? It seems to be in line with Ai Feijun's creative habits. It always commits crimes in some impossible places! Or do you think the public security in Tokyo is so bad?"

Ai Fei laughed: "This is indeed a problem. I never think that the security in Tokyo is bad. But as the author of the novel, I always have to provide readers with a room that can imagine! You have probably read the work, do you have any opinions?"

"Well... I can't give you a definite answer yet. I want to wait a few days for this matter. After I have read your work seriously, I will discuss specific details with you."

"Yes." Ai Fei picked up the coffee cup and drank it: "Then, I won't disturb your work."

"Hi Yi!" Nishimura also occupied: "Please allow me to send you out."

The two of them walked out of the office as if they had just come in: "The last time they cooperated with Dongzhu Film, it seemed that the effect was not very good?"

"Yes, I've said a long time ago that the audience won't like a story that predicts the answer in advance. The other party must invest in the filming, and I have no choice."

"What's next?" Nishimura smiled slightly: "In addition to your company?"

"There won't be a big move for the time being, so I'll keep it as it is now, but soon, I think I'll also enter the film or TV industry."

“Eh?”

Ai Fei seemed not to notice Nishimura's surprise and continued to say to himself: "Yes, take your time."

Some readers may find it strange that Songshanao rarely leaves readers with messages such as adding or putting the top. Yes, this is indeed.

Whether it is a comment that praises my writing or accuses, it generally represents the readers' appreciation taste and level. In this regard, it is difficult to have a specific standard. I don't want to set a benchmark out of thin air for readers to refer to. It is an online platform that seeks easy entertainment and everyone speaks freely. No one will set a rule for others.

The moon is dark and the wind is high and a reader named Feng Jiangnan is extra-sharp and I am extra-sharp. This is not because they agree or accuse the text and content in the book, but because their comments show an attitude: an attitude that may make many people read it with a calmer attitude after reading it. This is why their comments are extra-sharp and top it.
Chapter completed!