Chapter 220 219, the Biggest Trouble of Rich People Is Boredom!

"Want me to join the Composers Guild?"

Naoki Yongshan was a little confused by Otomo Fangcun's phone call, and suddenly there was such a phone call in a good morning,

On the other side of the phone, Otomo Fangcun was talking about the reason: "Actually, when Junko Ito released her second single, a friend from the Composer Association asked why Naoki-san hadn't joined the composing yet. Association, and then talked about it."

"Eh? Didn't you say that the Composer Association is voluntary to participate in? Do you have to participate?" Yongshan Naoki always felt troublesome, "After joining, there will be a lot of meetings and the like to attend."

"There shouldn't be many meetings, maybe once or twice a year. It's more convenient for composers to communicate with each other, and then protect the rights of composers." Fangcun Otomo said, "For example, if it is for JASRAC ( When there are doubts about the division of the Japan Music Copyright Association or when you feel that your rights have been violated, when you face such a large organization, you should have a backer or something."

"By the way, Naoki-san should really participate in some industry gatherings~" Yoshimura Otomo continued, "Do you know what the friend from the Composer Association said about you?"

"Eh?? I don't even know him, do I?"

"Yeah, now the circle of composers calls you a 'solitary creator' or a 'maverick composer'."

Hearing such a stylish title, Naoki Naoyama was a little proud: "Isn't this a good job, to have such a cool title, maybe there will be more sayings like 'all of them are famous songs' in the future Woolen cloth."

Otomo Fangcun suddenly felt that Naoki Naoyama was not an out-and-out Japanese: "Naoki-san, in Japan, even in the art world, being withdrawn and maverick is not a good description, and being heard by people you don't know When I arrived, I thought you were some kind of strange guy."

This reminds me of the unconventional culture of Japan.

However, I am already such a nerd, so what does it matter to me what they say?

"Hahaha, Otomo-san, I can't decide what other people say, so let them go~"

Naoki Naoyama said he didn't care at all, but Otomo Yoshimura couldn't. He began to persuade him from another angle: "San Naoki, in fact, there are many advantages to joining the Composers Association."

"Huh? Nani?"

"For example, for various awards, the Composers Association is eligible for nominations. In fact, several of your songs had the possibility of winning awards. It was because you didn't actively fight for them that you didn't have awards."

"Eh? Don't they rank them according to the amount of money given?"

Naoki Naoyama ate the cut fruit by himself, while feeding Etaro next to him, and then teased the unspoken rules of this industry on the phone.

Fangcun Dayou was choked by this sentence, and was a little speechless for a while, and finally he could only say this dryly:

"Naoki-san, don't think society is so dark."

I have seen many shady scenes such as rankings, rankings, actor and actress, whether it is China, Japan or the United States, most of the entertainment circles are not like that~

"Hahaha, Otomo-san, this is the ugliness of adult society~" After seeing it through, he didn't care at all, "However, there are still a few awards that have a certain degree of objectivity."

Fangcun Dayu still tried his best to persuade: "Naoki-san, at least after joining, he will be considered as a member of the composer circle, and it will be good for future compositions."

Although I don't think it's necessary, after all, Otomo Fangcun specially called, so it doesn't take much to join.

"Okay, I'll go and apply to join."

"Haha, that's right." Otomo Fangcun was happy, "By the way, Naoki-san, don't forget about the wrap-up dinner tomorrow."

After more than a month of intense shooting, the filming of "The Tale of Hachiko" has been completed, and after that it is about editing, so Shuichi Ido will have a meal with the whole team tomorrow.

This kind of form did not exist in the last film, and the current shooting team is becoming more and more formal.

After hanging up the phone, Naoki Yongshan was about to take Yutaro out for a stroll, but who knew that the call came again, making Naoki Yongshan scratch his head, why did he call when he was free?

"Moses, this is Yamazakura-in."

"Ah, Naoki-san, it's great that you're at home." On the other side of the phone was Kuniji Morikawa, who said enthusiastically, "Naoki-san, the trial printing version of "Love Letter" has been made, and I'm free today Come over and take a look? By the way, you can also take back the first batch of royalties."

It's the right thing to do, so there's nothing you can do about it.

"Hi, I'm free today, so I'll come over later."

"Wait, Naoki-san, if you can, you can be a little later. I agreed to treat you earlier." Kuniji Morikawa reminded Naoki Naoki of his previous agreement.

"Haha, Bangzhi-san, I'm already so familiar, so don't be so polite."

"How can I do that? This is eating and drinking with public money, so I don't have to pay for it myself! I just want to drink~"

Kuniji Morikawa seemed to have accidentally said something serious, leaving Naoki Naoyama speechless for a while,

"Haha, hahaha~ okay~"

After a short phone call, Naoki Nagayama looked at Eitaro who was full of anticipation,

"Hey Taro, you heard it too. There is someone who has a dinner appointment. It seems that I can't go out to play today."

"Wow, woof, woof!" (Not trustworthy)

"This is official business! And it's not what I thought~"

"Wow woof woof~" (eat and drink with public money)

Anyway, it took a lot of effort, and finally calmed down Taro, and prepared his own dog food for him at home. Naoki Naoyama glanced at the clock. It was past 10 o'clock, and it was almost time to go out.

Definitely not going directly to the Elementary School Hall, Naoki Naoyama decided to stop by the Aoyama Shop to have a chat, and then go to the Elementary School Hall.

Now is the time to wear short sleeves.

However, in the Showa era, compared to the colorful outfits worn by women, the clothes of young men were more uniform.

The office workers are more uniform, most of them wear suits, trousers, and shirts. Even those who are not good on campus, they wear school uniforms, at most they are dressed crookedly.

However, with the spread of American culture, more and more people have begun to try different clothes. You can see jeans, T-shirts, overalls, etc. on the streets.

Walking on the streets of Chiyoda, Naoki Nagayama walked forward under the shade of street trees. If the sun was directly shining in this weather, he could already feel uncomfortable.

There are very few pedestrians on the road. Most of the social animals are sitting in the cubicle of the office building or the assembly line of the factory at this time. They only have the right to urinate from time to time. After work, they have to go to the izakaya for group meals with strict rules. Go home and repeat this life the next morning.

There were also quite a few other scattered workers, hurrying along the road, not in the mood to take a look at the dazzling array of products in the nearby store.

"Master Qingshan, I'm here again!"

Naoki Yongshan pushed open the door of the small shop of Qingshan carelessly, and then sat on the tea seat in the shop, waiting for the old man Qingshan to serve him tea.

"You kid, don't you have to go to work?" Qingshan Xin looked disgusted, but still brought a pot of herbal tea.

"It's impossible to go to work, and it's impossible to go to work in this life." Naoki Yongshan said again, "However, that doesn't mean I'm doing nothing~ I just took time to see you."

"Can you see the time spent two or three times a day?"

"Eh? How can there be so many?"

I run once in the morning and take a walk in the evening, and I can see it when I go out to restaurants for dinner occasionally, and when I go out to do other things. In short, I feel that Naoki Naoyama always seems to be dangling in front of my eyes.

"I always feel that you pass by the door of the store more frequently than the manager of the neighbor's store."

"Haha, Mr. Qingshan, this means that your store has too few customers, so you have time to observe the people passing by at the door."

"Who said, my store's business is very good!"

In fact, such handicrafts are not high-frequency transactions, nor are they just-needed products. Mr. Qingshan Xin does not rely on these individual customers from the store to make money at all.

He has friendship with some travel agencies and other foreign trade organizations, and buys souvenirs from him from time to time, or purchases a batch of goods to go abroad, etc. Those customers are the most important ones.

"Hi~hi~ business is very good~" Naoki Yongshan didn't continue to ask, it would be his business secret to inquire any further, "Master Qingshan, is Zhike Zisang not here today?"

"Zhi Kezi is only 16 years old! She is still in school." Qingshan said this with a smile on his face, and his tone still had a hint of admonition.

"Master Qingshan, what do you mean by that? I just care about it."

"Hehe~ It's not interesting." Qingshan Xin took a sip of tea, "Aren't you making a movie? Is it over?"

"The filming part is over, and then the editing is left."

"Isn't that when you should be busy? Why are you so idle?"

"Isn't someone else busy~"

"Turned out to be a capitalist"

The topic of chatting turned to the comparison of the superiority of socialism and capitalism,

Chatting with the old man in the small shop in Qingshan, you will soon fall into a cycle, one is disgusted, the other is thick-skinned, and then continue the conversation,

It's also very interesting to say, no matter the topic is different, the two can always pick it up, maybe it's the same as Kan Dashan and Jianzheng in the WeChat group, because there is no burden, so they can be free,

Neither Yongshan Naoki nor his father could talk for such a long time, but in the small shop in Qingshan, they could chat with each other for more than an hour.

"Ah, it's almost 11 o'clock~" Naoki Yongshan looked at the clock in the store, "Master Qingshan, I have to say goodbye today~"

"Eh?" The old man, who felt that the conversation was full of excitement, became curious, "Do you have a date?"

"When you're so old, you shouldn't be so active in your thinking." Naoki Yongshan drew a black line on his head, "It's about a new novel."

"Oh? Is it going to be published? When?"

"It will probably come out in mid-to-late June." Naoki Yongshan estimated the time, then pushed the door and went out, "I will give you a copy at that time! Hahaha~"

It is very interesting to think about it when people of such an age read "Love Letter".

Walking at a steady pace, I came to the building of the Xiaoxiaokan. Today, only Mitsuko Nishihara is on duty at the front desk.

"Ah, Teacher Naoki, why are you here?" The younger sister was obviously surprised when she saw Naoki Yongshan.

"Mitsuko-san, let me find editor Morikawa."

"Hey, that's how it is, then Mr. Naoki, please come with me~"

Ever since, Naoki Naoyama was taken to the familiar conference room again, and then waited for Kuniji Morikawa to arrive again.

After a while, Kuniji Morikawa walked in with a book, and after saying hello, he said familiarly,

"Naoki-san, what do you think of the design of this book?"

The cover is white, in the pure white snow, a girl stands in the middle, as if shouting something, it is obviously the last scene.

"It's very artistic." Naoki Yongshan readily confirmed that he didn't have much opinion on the cover of the book.

"As long as Naoki-san is satisfied." After finishing speaking, Kuniji Morikawa took out an envelope from his pocket, "Naoki-san, this is the first time a check for royalties has been printed, totaling 12 million."

"Ah, Arigado~" Naoki Yongshan happily accepted it, this is a house~

"Then let's get ready to eat! Have a drink by the way!" After Kuniji Morikawa completed the task, he felt relaxed.

Seeing his appearance, Naoki Yongshan couldn't help muttering in his heart:

"Why do you feel that this guy wants to eat more than me? It's clear that I'm the one being treated?"

The place to treat guests this time is still the restaurant near Xiaoxiaokan. In this era, if you don’t eat foreign dishes such as Western food and French food, it seems a bit substandard. Of course, high-end Japanese food restaurants are also acceptable. .

But it may be the reason why Morikawa Kuniji wanted to drink, so he chose traditional Japanese food, sake, plum wine, and medicinal wine. Today, Morikawa Kuniji seems to really want to drink,

"Naoki-san, thank you very much. Thanks to you, my position is finally going to be promoted!" Kuniji Morikawa began to blush and heartbeat after a few drinks, but it turned out to be a promotion, no wonder he had to drink.

"This is Bangji-san's own efforts, how does it have anything to do with me?" Yongshan Naoki was curious,

"Thanks to Naoki-san's winning novel, I have the opportunity to participate in the salon and have the opportunity to contact foreign publishers."

Is this the boring salon after the last award? Morikawa Kuniji actually got on his thigh~

"Hahaha, that's because Bangzhi-san's ability is valued by others!"

"In short, without Naoki-san, I don't know when all this will come to me. Naoki-san is my lucky star!"

"Hahaha, let's have a drink~"

Morikawa Kuniji seemed really happy, he kept drinking cups, and it was just a meal, which completely turned into drinking,

It wasn't until the meal was over that Naoki Yongshan found out that the drunk guy had already paid in advance, and it seemed that he was really drunk.

After returning to Yamazakura-in, Naoki Naoyama, who was only slightly blushing, also rested for a while,

After waking up from the wine, Naoki Yongshan suddenly felt in a state of doing nothing, stroking the puppy's head and thinking:

The filming has been completed, and the editing will take a few days; the renovation of the disco is underway, and it is estimated that it will be completed in the middle of the year; the newly purchased Toyota Century will not be available until the end of June.

It seems that these days are a blank period!

So I watched TV all afternoon, it seemed too decadent,

And want to do something else, but there is no good way, even the most time-killing game is actually a pixel version

No wonder people say that the biggest problem with rich people is boredom~

After having a simple meal in the evening, I struggled with it for a long time. After a long absence, Naoki Naoyama called Genta Nakai,

"Yuan Taisang, do you want to come out to play tonight?"