NovelsAlex Chapter 647 Special Teaching Aids
Chapter 647 Special Teaching Aids
Chapter 647 Special Teaching Aids
Hojo Kyosuke finally sat among the fathers-in-law, but he was not afraid at all. After all, there were people sitting around him. Even if he was shameless, the fathers-in-law were respectable people after all. Even Miyamizu Toshiki forced a smile and said auspicious words.
After being excited about the award for a long time, everyone started discussing the remake of the movie, led by the little star Kusaka Hero. Everyone would be interested in this kind of thing, especially fellow writers Wancheng Yaji and Misaki Megaku, who all asked Hojo Kyosuke for details, wanting to see if they could send their novels to be remade, even if it was free.
Upon hearing this, Henry, the middleman from Hollywood, immediately became excited. Although it seemed that there was no hope of finding a bargain with Hojo Kyosuke, he would not mind buying some if there were other bargains. So he also chatted with the two bargains with great interest. Japanese IPs are not only popular in the Asian circle, but also in the United States, such as Resident Evil and Godzilla.
After celebrating with everyone for a while, Hojo Kyosuke was called away by a phone call.
Let’s go back to when the final selection just ended.
As soon as Osaka walked out of the meeting room, he immediately took out his mobile phone and originally clicked on Hojo Kyousuke's business card, but after hesitating for a while, he chose to call Kenzo Chino. After a few simple words, the two soon met in a guest room.
In the room, Kenzo Chino sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and asked with a very relaxed smile: "Why are you in such a hurry to come to me instead of going to Hojo to report the good news? I have something important to do."
On the other side of the round glass coffee table, Oosaka Tsuyoshi did not rush to speak. Instead, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw one directly into his mouth, looking quite annoyed.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?"
Kenzo Chino shouted hurriedly, even raising his hand to grab Oosaka Tsuyoshi's lighter. The latter looked up, somewhat puzzled:
"What else can you do besides smoking?"
“This is not a smoking area.”
Osaka Tsuyoshi was stunned when he heard this, and shook his head as if his mind had finally come to its senses, and said with a pursed lip:
“…Ah, these are terrible times.”
"Yeah, I really miss the time when I could smoke happily." Kenzo Chino also sighed.
Japan is now a country that prohibits smoking. If someone smokes on the street, even if they are not punished by patrol, passers-by will directly criticize them. But in the happy bubble era, cigarettes were cheap, and the seat backs of Shinkansen and buses were even equipped with ashtrays for smokers. They were retractable and could be pulled out when needed.
It was a smoker-friendly country. It was not like today. Even the richest people from the Showa era would be shocked to see the price of cigarettes in convenience stores. If those great writers were born in today's era, they would not be able to write those popular articles.
With a sigh in his heart, Kenzo Chikano asked:
"What happened?"
He could see the irritation in Oosaka Tsuyoshi's heart, but he couldn't understand why he could be so upset now that he had won such a great victory.
"Something bad has happened. I don't know how that guy Nishizawa Yang managed to find that old man Tsuruta Masao."
"Masashi Tsuruta? "Angel's Guillotine"? " Kenzo Chino's expression also changed.
"Yes, it's him. Just now in the conference room, he suddenly said that Tsuruta Masashi would come to the award ceremony to support him, and threatened Kurokawa and others." Oosaka Tsuyoshi said.
"What happened next? What did Kurokawa say? If Kurokawa and his gang rebel, that guy Ogawa Tetsu wouldn't be able to hold on, right?"
Even though he already knew the final result, Kenzo Chino couldn't help but get nervous, because he knew Tsuruta Masao's power too well. It was a relic of the previous era, and it had intersected with many great writers who had passed away. It was an unlucky existence that would cause trouble if you touched it.
"And then? Let me tell you, I didn't know Kurokawa was such a man of integrity."
"Integrity? Kurokawa? Are you kidding me?"
Facing his friend's doubts, Osaka slowly began to repeat Kurokawa Toyoma's very courageous words in the conference room. As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. Kurokawa Toyoma was not a courageous guy based on the previous incidents, but he was so reliable this time. Could it be that Hojo's charm was too strong and had turned Kurokawa into a loyal fan?
"…At that time, I saw that Ogawa was almost convinced by Nishizawa. If Kurokawa hadn't stated his position so firmly, Ogawa would have definitely sided with Nishizawa. I didn't expect that." He sighed again.
But after hearing this, Kenzo Chikano on the opposite side laughed.
"Hahaha, if you think Kurokawa and Naganuma did it willingly, you are totally wrong."
Unlike Oosaka Tsuyoshi, he knew more about the inside story. Because he needed Hojo Kyousuke to cooperate with him in many things, such as the last time he was forced to hold a press conference by the parade. If he was not absolutely sure that Kurokawa Toyomasa would not do anything desperate, how could he dare to do that?
As early as the beginning, when Hojo Kyosuke told him that he had dealt with Kurokawa and Naganuma, he had already asked about the details in detail and knew that a noose had been put around the necks of the two men, and the other end of the rope was in Hojo Kyosuke's hand. So he laughed and explained to Oosaka Tsuneya what Kisaki had done.
"…Tsuruta Masajou has great power, but if you offend him, at most you will not be able to survive in the mystery world. But if you offend Hojo, Kurokawa and the others will not be able to survive on Earth. I think this is a very simple multiple-choice question. It is obvious that Kurokawa is more afraid of Hojo than Tsuruta Masajou."
After hearing this, the annoyed expression on Osaka's face instantly disappeared, and he laughed loudly and said:
"Although I knew that Xisaki was dangerous, I didn't expect that he could actually do this. Is he really working hard for the judicial examination?"
"I think Kisaki studied law just to commit better crimes." Kenzo Chino shrugged.
As soon as these words came out, the two of them burst into laughter again. At this point, they, the mystery novelists, seemed to have no right to blame Xisaki. After all, Xisaki only studied the law, while they studied how to create murders elegantly and amazingly without being solved by the PCs.
Before others die unexpectedly, they think about destroying everything in their electronic devices, for fear that their golden and shining souls will be discovered.
But if a detective novelist dies suddenly, prosecutors may find hundreds of designs for murder tools and mechanisms in his desk drawer;
From his browser, the prosecutor might find articles such as “How long will it take for a body to float to Tokyo Bay if it is sunk in the Sumida River?” and “How to disguise the Yakuza pouring cement barrels, five details, six musts”;
On his bookshelf, prosecutors may find his comments and opinions on many murders in the world in the past decade, such as "Why do you have to use that fruit knife to peel the apple after bringing the murder weapon home?" "Is it wrong? Will going to the crime scene make you a Buddha or an orgasm? Isn't it better to watch the news tomorrow? Do you think you are more professional than the paparazzi?"
In the writers' salon, other writers are discussing their observations and discoveries about the world, their insights into life and the soul... while the mystery novelists are:
"No, no, no, are you the neighbor next door or the famous detective Sherlock Holmes? Why are all the clues provided by him? Just let him be the detective."
"I'm not saying anything bad about you, but if you already have a bomb, why do you have to use a knife to kill people? Are you afraid that the PC can't solve the case?"
Standing on the bank of a river full of greenery in spring, other writers looked at the sparkling river and were intoxicated by the sharp contrast between the dead silence of winter and the vitality of spring. Normal writers imagined their childhood sweethearts sitting on the river bank, enjoying the breeze, and even writers with worrying mental conditions only thought about which lover to take to jump into the river to commit suicide.
However, the mystery novelists were looking at the golden river surface and wondering how heavy the stones should be tied to the feet of the corpse, whether to let the corpse float along the river or to keep it sinking in this section of the river. After a discussion, several friends could not come to a conclusion, so they had to call another friend who was very knowledgeable about hydrology, the friend who liked to use rivers as the crime scenes in every novel.
Ordinary people may find this incredible, but this is Japan, and the best compliment for a mystery novel is to praise the opponent's tricks. The reason why Hojo Kyosuke's two novels are so popular is because the tricks are shocking enough.
But the good times did not last long. The happiness of Tsuyoshi Oosaka and Kenzo Chino did not last long, and both of them became bitter again.
"What should we do? Nishizawa Osamu and Tsuruta Masashi will definitely cause trouble at the award ceremony." Oosaka Tsuyoshi asked.
"There are also the Sankei Shimbun, the critic Matsumoto Motohiro and the star Kamiki Hikaru, and several other veterans of the association." Kenzo Chikano also frowned, but it was not the ones he mentioned that gave him a headache, but Tsuruta Masao. The former stood up at the beginning, and he had already thought of a way to deal with it, but the latter was a super bomb that suddenly appeared.
After thinking for a moment, he raised his head and said with some dissatisfaction:
"Shouldn't you inform Hojo immediately about this? He's the one who won the prize, why did you have to throw this trouble to me?"
Even though he looked sad, it didn't stop Osaka from joking:
"Hojo must be celebrating with his confidantes right now. If I suddenly spread this bad news, I would be hated. If Miss Okudera and the others get worried, Hojo will definitely take revenge on me."
"So that's why you're bothering me?"
"Who told you to be the president~"
"...Hojo should be celebrating now, right?" Kenzo Chino hesitated.
"Just give me a call and ask."
Oosaka Tsuyoshi didn't move, not wanting to get involved at all. Chikano Kenzo smiled helplessly, but still picked up the phone.
After the phone call, knowing that Hojo Kyosuke would come over immediately, both of them relaxed.
"Actually, there's no need to worry so much. Although we didn't know that Tsuruta Masao would come to cause trouble, Hojo might not be unaware of it. Whether it's his subordinates or his girlfriends, they are all well-informed."
Kenzo Chino said with a smile:
"Besides, he had already learned a lot about the seniors from me before, so he might have already made preparations."
After hearing this, Osaka leaned back in his chair and started drinking water. He was exhausted from the quarrel in the conference room just now. He had to go to a high-end club in Ginza to rest ten times before he could recover. He had to make that Hojo guy pay!
When Hojo Kyosuke arrived at the door of the guest room, he heard excited voices coming from inside before he knocked.
"…The silicone lovers of literary masters are definitely promising! We can replace the moaning with recitation, with built-in influence, and let the silicone lover recite our works. Think about it, some works of the same kind are tense and thrilling, and with the silicone lover, it is directly physically and psychologically superb.
Moreover, we already have the copyright and do not need to pay additional copyright fees, which is a huge advantage.
And the most important thing is..."
Hojo Kyosuke wanted to turn around and leave when he heard this, but after thinking about it, he still knocked on the door. It was not because of the emergency that Kenzo Chino said on the phone, but because he was afraid that others would find out that the president of their mystery writers association was actually researching and developing silicone lovers. This was too embarrassing. If it got out, he would be embarrassed to introduce himself in the future.
The sound inside stopped for a moment, and the door opened.
What caught Hojo Kyosuke's eyes was Kenzo Chikano, whose face was flushed with excitement, and Tsuyoshi Oosaka, whose face was full of admiration and eager to try.
"…most importantly…"
Kenzo Chikano's train of thought was not interrupted at all, and he even became more excited as the number of listeners increased.
"I said!"
Hojo Kyosuke interrupted loudly and quickly closed the door:
"I say, you haven't given up yet? If you really succeed in doing something like this, we can start thinking about a new book tomorrow. The title of the book is "Between Social Death and Resignation, I Chose to Kill the President". You are not afraid of embarrassment, but I still have my dignity."
When Osaka heard this, the enthusiasm on his face faded a little. But Kenzo Chikano glanced at Hojo Kyosuke with contempt, raised his index finger and shook it arrogantly.
"Hojo, although you have a smart brain, it is clear that you still don't have a deep enough understanding of this society!"
The president held his head high, proud and arrogant:
"Do you think the silicone lovers of the literary masters are just a vulgar plan?"
"Do you have any other explanation?"
“Young people just can’t keep calm.”
Kenzo Chikano sat down, crossed his legs, interlaced his fingers under his chin, and made a classic detective pose.
"The most important and epoch-making aspect of the literary giants' Silicone Lover Plan is my genius creativity. Do you know that when I saw you, a philandering scumbag..."
"kill you."
Thanks to the big guys for their monthly tickets, recommendation tickets and reward support
The remaining 6,000 will be paid tomorrow! I will make up for it tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)