Since that day when I agreed to work as an undercover carrier for the carrier pigeon, I read a lot of relevant information seriously in order to get into this online writing company.
Ever since, in those days, I seemed to be dreaming back to the days when I was reading books crazily during the high school entrance examination, and my hair was falling out in fistfuls.
Finally, with enough knowledge, I was released by Mori Ogai to perform the mission.
Before going on the mission, at Mori Ogai's request, I took off my previous glasses, put on contact lenses, and used my powers to move my time back ten years.
By this calculation, I'm probably twenty-five now.
"I hope Kirihara doesn't bring a girlfriend back by the way." Seeing my new appearance, Ozaki Momiji joked.
Just after everything was ready, I stood in front of Mafia's exquisite building, breathing in the fresh air hungrily. The long-lost white clouds were sailing in the blue sky, and the sunshine was so bright that I couldn't keep my eyes open.
My mood just jumped between worry and joy.
Although I left the den of demons and monsters, I would soon have to venture into another land of right and wrong.
Thinking of this, I sighed, shook my head and got up to go to my destination.
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"My name is Onodera Kazuji, and I am the new editor." I smiled like a gentleman and handed over the business card I had prepared in advance.
"It's Mr. Onodera. The editor-in-chief is waiting for you inside." The lady at the front desk was startled and jogged a few steps into the office behind her.
Because I was a little uncomfortable being called sir, I unnaturally stepped on the ground with my feet.
"Thank you." I replied.
After standing in the living room for about three minutes, a fat gentleman with slicked back hair and gold-rimmed glasses came over.
He was standing, and the distance between us was neither far nor close, but I could clearly smell the men's perfume on him. I don't know much about perfume, but the smell suddenly reminded me of rotten persimmons.
Sweet and rancid.
He stretched out his hand and introduced: "My name is Mimura Key."
I lowered my eyes and looked at the golden Swiss watch on his wrist. The disgust in my heart was self-evident, but in the end I was forced by the situation to hold Mimura's greasy hand.
"Hello, Onodera Kazuji."
"Ah, it's Ichiji," Mimura shook his head, pretending to be someone he already knew, "Don't worry, I'm here to work."
"Trouble." I smiled and nodded lightly.
This person named Mimura Key is obviously a snobbery, but his attitude towards me now makes me wonder what kind of identity Mafia has arranged for me.
Could it be that the young master from a certain business tycoon wanted to make a living by his own efforts?
That would be really bad if that were the case.
"Heshi, go and take Mr. Onodera to understand the work." Mimura Key turned his head and immediately changed his tone when facing the lady named "Heshi".
What, it turns out I still have to ask someone else to take me there.
I smiled secretly in my belly, but in reality, I turned my head and looked at He Shi kindly.
"Okay, Mr. Onodera, please follow me." He Shi seemed to be used to it, and put on his professional smile again.
I nodded and followed Heshi.
"Miss Heshi, may I ask what your name is?" I walked a few steps quickly and walked side by side with Heshi.
"My name is Tachibana Yu Kazushi." Kazushi brushed the hair from his ears and spoke softly.
"Okay, Miss Heshi."
With that said, we walked to the door of a spacious office.
The door is milky white, which naturally blends in with the surrounding walls. The copper-colored doorknob is not just because it is old, but it is also the same color. It always unintentionally reveals a strange beauty.
"Mr. Onodera," Heshi's soft voice pulled me out of my thoughts, "This is the office of you and other editors. Let me first tell you a few things you need to pay attention to in your future work... This is my contact method, feel free to ask any questions.”
"Okay...but shouldn't Mr. Mimura be the one to explain these?" I asked, holding my employee card.
"Mr. Mimura is the editor-in-chief of suspense and is not responsible for this." Kazushi smiled helplessly.
"What about you?"
"I am the editor-in-chief of light literature. As for why I am at the front desk, haha, maybe I accidentally offended Mr. Mimura... After all, Mr. Mimura is not only the editor-in-chief of suspense, but also one of the top figures in this company."
"That's right..." I nodded understandingly.
In this way, I am afraid that this Sancun has a certain direct relationship with the "carrier pigeon". As for this Tachibana Yuka...
I glanced up at her.
Why did she offend Mimura Key?
"Mr. Onodera, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first," Heshi showed an embarrassed look, "I'm afraid I'm going to be late, Mr. Mimura..."
"You go ahead, you're busy."
"Yeah!" He Shi nodded with a smile and trotted away.
I turned around and opened the door and found that the office was very big, but there were only seven or eight desks. Several people who were probably also light literature editors were leaning at their desks, drinking coffee.
I opened the door not loudly, but enough for them to notice me.
They were all looking at me with a strange look.
"Hello seniors, I am the newcomer Onodera Kazuji, please take care of me."
"Hahaha..." After hearing this, a lady wearing golden feather earrings covered her mouth and laughed.
"What, what?" I was stunned and looked at the remaining people for help at a loss.
"There are no seniors here, they are all newcomers." One of the men said helplessly. He stood far away from the others, and his distinctive aura floated towards me faintly.
"How can the light literature that is so popular right now be edited like this?" the lady said again, her head raised, her young and arrogant face illuminated by the sun.
"Yeah, I think too slowly." I shrugged and smiled.
Because I didn’t really like the way this lady spoke, I muttered hastily and then looked for an empty seat with my eyes.
It was a desk by the window, with sunlight shining on it like water, watering the pothos left by the previous owner. Such a position always makes people think of words such as "nap" and "lazy" involuntarily.
Just sit here, I smiled at everyone and walked straight to my desk.
"Hey, it's been a month since this happened. When will I be able to lead the author..." It was the same lady who turned around and started complaining to her colleagues.
"Okay, Xia," a woman with a high ponytail waved her hand impatiently and interrupted her, "There is no shortage of people at Yuege. It would be great if we college students can be allowed to come."
"But it's really boring to review manuscripts all the time, and what are these 'authors' writing? It's so rubbish!" The woman named Xia shook her newly permed brown waves, and turned Rolled his eyes.
"Indeed, they have no shortage of people now. Recruiting people is simply a redundant move." The man just now participated while typing on the keyboard.
"Hey, right, right, Kawa Midori, you don't know that the little girl who came with you two days ago suddenly resigned today." Xia stretched out her index finger and almost hit the ponytail girl Kawa Midori's face, exaggerating expression to show her surprise.
"Resigned? I remember she was very interested in this job."
"The work is too boring, I really can't stay here any longer." The man smacked his lips, seemingly thinking that this was the simplest thing.
"Mr. Tanito, this is obviously impossible," Kawa Midori retorted, "and she will tell me before making any decision."
"Tsk." Guren let out another dissatisfied "tsk", turned around and faced the screen, and fell silent.
The atmosphere fell into silence.
"Is the lady you just mentioned also a newcomer to light literature?" I sat up straight and turned my head and asked.
"No, it's from the suspense side." Chuan Midoriko shook her head, her ponytail also glowing with golden waves in the rhythm of the light.
"I heard that I have something to do with that Mr. Mimura." Sia's artificial voice "accidentally" reached my ears.
"Don't talk nonsense! There are so many young girls that Mimura has harassed..." Kawa Midori turned around and glared at Sia, but the latter obviously didn't care. Chuan Midoriko's voice became smaller and smaller, but I still heard everything clearly.
"That's it." I murmured, lying on the desk, looking at the old calendar left by the original owner and lost in thought: Could the original owner of this desk also be a young and beautiful girl?
