Chapter 213: The biggest trouble for rich people is boredom!

"Want me to join the Composers Association?"

Naoki Nagayama was a bit confused by Yoshimura Otomo's phone call. A good morning suddenly had such a phone call.

And Yoshimura Otomo was talking about the origin on the other side of the phone: "Actually, when Junko Ito released her second single, a friend from the Composers Association asked why Naoki-san hadn't joined the Composers Association yet, and then talked about this matter."

"Eh? Isn't it said that the Composers Association is voluntary? Do I have to participate?" Naoki Nagayama always felt it was very troublesome. "After joining, are there a bunch of meetings to attend?"

"There shouldn't be many meetings, maybe once or twice a year. It's more about facilitating communication between composers and then maintaining the rights of composers. For example, if you have questions about the distribution of JASRAC (Japanese Society for Rights of Authors, Composers and Publishers) or feel that your rights are infringed, when facing such a large organization, you have a backer." Yoshimura Otomo said.

"Speaking of which, Naoki-san really should participate in some industry gatherings~" Yoshimura Otomo continued. "Do you know how that friend from the Composers Association describes you?"

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

"Yes, now in the circle of composers, they call you 'the reclusive creator' or 'the maverick composer'."

Hearing such a stylish title, Naoki Nagayama was actually a bit proud: "Isn't this doing well? I actually have such a cool title. Maybe there will be sayings like 'the guy who is all famous songs' in the future."

Yoshimura Otomo suddenly felt that Naoki Nagayama was not a authentic Japanese: "Naoki-san, in Japan, even in the art world, being reclusive and maverick is not a good description. If heard by people who don't know you, they will think you are some strange guy."

This reminded him of the culture of not standing out in Japan.

However, I am already so home-bound, what does it have to do with me how they say it?

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

Naoki Nagayama said he didn't care at all, but Yoshimura Otomo couldn't. He started to persuade from another angle: "Naoki-san, actually joining the Composers Association also has many conveniences."

"Hmm? Nani?"

"For example, for various awards, the Composers Association has the qualification for nomination. In fact, several of your songs before had the possibility of winning awards. It was because you didn't actively strive for them that you didn't have awards."

"Eh? Isn't it that they rank according to the amount of money given?"

Naoki Nagayama was eating cut fruit while feeding Eitaro on the side, and then teased the unspoken rules of the industry on the phone.

Yoshimura Otomo was choked by this sentence, and for a while, he couldn't speak, and finally said such a sentence dryly:

"Uh... Naoki-san... don't look at society so darkly..."

Having seen numerous black scenes of chart-topping, rankings, and film emperors and empresses, whether it is the entertainment industry in China, Japan, or the United States, isn't it just like that~

"Hahaha, Otomo-san, this is the ugliness of adult society~" Seeing through it but not caring at all. "However, there are still a few awards that have a certain objectivity."

Yoshimura Otomo still tried his best to persuade: "Naoki-san, at least after joining, you will be considered a member of the composer circle, which is good for the songs you create in the future."

Although he felt it was unnecessary, since Yoshimura Otomo called specifically, joining wouldn't cost much effort.

"Alright, I'll go apply to join."

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

After more than a month of intense filming, the filming part of "Hachiko Monogatari" has been completed, and the rest is about editing. So Shuichi Ido wants the whole group to have a meal tomorrow.

This form didn't exist in the previous movie. Now the filming team is becoming more and more formal.

After hanging up the phone, Naoki Nagayama was about to take Eitaro out for a stroll, who knew the phone called again, making Naoki Nagayama scratch his head. How come there is a phone call when he is free?

"Moshi moshi, this is Sanyingyuan."

"Ah, Naoki-san, you are at home, that's great." The person on the other end of the phone was Kuniharu Morikawa, who said very enthusiastically, "Naoki-san, the trial version of 'Love Letter' has been produced. Do you have time to come and take a look today? By the way, you can take back the first batch of royalties."

It's a serious matter, so there's no way.

"Hai, I have time today, so I'll come over in a while."

"Wait, Naoki-san, if possible, you can be a little later. We agreed to treat you before." Kuniharu Morikawa reminded Naoki Nagayama of the previous agreement.

"Haha, Morikawa-san, we are so familiar, no need to be so polite."

"How can that be? This is public funds for eating and drinking, no need for me to pay! I just want to drink~"

Kuniharu Morikawa seemed to have said something terrible by accident, making Naoki Nagayama speechless.

"Haha, hahahaha~ Alright then~"

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

"Eitaro, you heard it too, someone invited to dinner, it seems I can't go out to play today."

"Wang wang wang!" (No credibility)

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

"Wang wang wang wang~" (Public funds for eating and drinking)

Anyway, after a lot of effort, Eitaro was finally comforted, and by the way, dog food was prepared for him at home. Naoki Nagayama looked at the clock, it was past 10 o'clock, it was almost time to go out.

It's definitely not going directly to Shogakukan. Naoki Nagayama decided to stop by the Aoyama shop to chat, and then go to Shogakukan.

The weather is already time to wear short sleeves.

However, in the Showa era, compared to the colorful outfits of ladies, the clothes of young men were relatively unified.

Office workers were more unified, most of them were suits, trousers, and shirts. Even the delinquents in school wore school uniforms, at most they were worn crookedly.

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

Walking on the streets of Chiyoda, Naoki Nagayama moved forward in the shade of the street trees. If he was directly exposed to the sun in this weather, he would already feel uncomfortable.

There were few pedestrians on the road. Most of the office workers were sitting in the cubicles of office buildings or on the assembly lines of factories, only having the right to go to the toilet from time to time. After work, they had to go to the izakaya for a collective meal with strict rules, and would not return home until drunk in the middle of the night, and then repeat this life early the next morning.

There were also many other scattered workers walking in a hurry on the road, without the mood to look at the dazzling array of goods in the shops next to them.

"Old man Aoyama, I'm here again!"

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

"You kid, don't you have to go to work?" Aoyama Shin looked disgusted, but still brought a pot of cold tea.

"It's impossible to go to work, it's impossible to go to work in this life." Naoki Nagayama said the famous quote again. "However, this doesn't mean I'm idle~ I just took the time to come and see you."

"Is it taking the time to see two or three times a day?"

"Eh? Where are there so many?"

Running in the morning once, walking in the evening once, occasionally seeing it when going out to eat at a restaurant in the middle, seeing it when going out to do other things, in short, it feels like Naoki Nagayama is always shaking in front of his eyes.

"I always feel that the frequency of you passing by the shop door is more than the store manager of the neighbor."

"Hahaha, old man Aoyama, this shows that the passenger flow of your shop is too small, so you have time to observe the people coming and going at the door."

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

In fact, similar handicrafts are not high-frequency transactions, nor are they rigid-demand products. Old man Aoyama doesn't rely on these casual customers who come to the store to make money at all.

He has friendships with some travel agencies and other foreign trade agencies, occasionally importing souvenirs from him, or purchasing a batch of goods to go abroad, etc. Those customers are the big ones.

"Hai~ hai~ business is very good~" Naoki Nagayama didn't continue to ask. If he inquired further, it would be someone else's trade secret. "Old man Aoyama, is Chikako-san not here today?"

"Chikako is only 16 years old! She is still in school." Aoyama Shin said this with a fake smile, and the tone still had a warning meaning.

"Old man Aoyama, what do you mean, I'm just purely concerned."

"Hehe~ no meaning." Aoyama Shin took a sip of tea. "Aren't you filming a movie? Is it over?"

"The filming part is over, and the rest is editing."

"Isn't that the time when you should be busy? Why are you so free?"

"Isn't there someone else busy~"

"Turns out to be a capitalist"

The topic of chatting went to the comparison of the superiority of socialism and capitalism.

Chatting with the old man in the Aoyama shop will soon fall into a cycle, one disgusted, one thick-skinned, and then continue the conversation.

It is also very interesting to talk about it. No matter where the topic is, the two can always connect. Perhaps it is like chatting and keyboard politics in the WeChat group, because there is no burden, so it can be unconstrained.

Naoki Nagayama couldn't talk to his father for such a long time, but he could chat for more than an hour in the Aoyama shop.

"Ah, it's almost 11 o'clock~" Naoki Nagayama looked at the clock in the shop. "Old man Aoyama, I have to say goodbye first today~"

"Eh?" The old man who felt that the conversation was strong was curious. "Do you have a date?"

"You are so old, don't be so active in thinking" Naoki Nagayama had a black line on his head. "It's a new thing."

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

"It should be out in mid-to-late June." Naoki Nagayama estimated the time, and then pushed the door out. "I will give you a copy when the time comes! Hahaha~"

It is very interesting to think about an old man of such a big age reading "Love Letter".

Walking at a speed that was not slow or fast, he came to the Shogakukan building. Today, only Mitsuko Nishihara was on duty at the front desk.

"Ah, Naoki-sensei, why are you here?" The little sister was obviously very surprised after seeing Naoki Nagayama.

"Mitsuko-san, I'm here to find Editor Morikawa."

"Hai, I see, then please follow me, Naoki-sensei~"

So, Naoki Nagayama was brought to the familiar conference room again, and then waited for Kuniharu Morikawa to arrive again.

After a while, Kuniharu Morikawa walked in with a book. After greeting, he said familiarly,

"Naoki-san, how is the design of this book?"

The cover is white. In the pure white snow, a girl stands in the middle, seemingly calling out something. It is clearly the scene of the last scene.

"Very artistic." He has always had no opinion on the cover of the book. Naoki Nagayama confirmed it readily.

"Naoki-san is satisfied." After saying this, Kuniharu Morikawa took out a check from his pocket. "Naoki-san, this is the check for the initial print royalty, totaling 12 million."

"Ah, arigato~" Naoki Nagayama received it very happily. This is a house~

"Then let's prepare to eat! By the way, have a drink!" Kuniharu Morikawa completed the task and felt relaxed.

Naoki Nagayama looked at him and couldn't help but mutter in his heart:

"Why do I feel that this guy wants to eat more than me? Obviously I am the one being treated?"

The place for this treat was still a restaurant near Shogakukan. In this era, if you don't treat foreign food like Western food or French food, it seems a bit low-grade. Of course, high-end Japanese restaurants are also fine.

However, it may be because Kuniharu Morikawa wanted to drink, so he chose traditional Japanese food, sake, plum wine, and medicinal wine. Kuniharu Morikawa today seems to really want to drink.

"Naoki-san, thank you very much. Thanks to you, my position is finally going to rise!" Kuniharu Morikawa started to blush and heartbeat after a few cups. But it turned out that he was promoted, no wonder he wanted to drink.

"This is Morikawa-san's own effort, how is it related to me?" Naoki Nagayama was curious.

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

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

"Hahaha, that's also Morikawa-san's ability being valued!"

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

"Hahaha, then have a drink~"

Kuniharu Morikawa looked really happy. He drank cup after cup. It was just a meal, but it turned into drinking.

After the meal, Naoki Nagayama found that this drunk guy had already paid the money in advance. It seems he was really aiming to get drunk.

After returning to Sanyingyuan, Naoki Nagayama, who was only slightly blushing, also rested for a while.

After sobering up, Naoki Nagayama suddenly felt that he was in a state of nothing to do, touching the dog's head and thinking:

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

It seems that these few days are a gap period!

So watching TV all afternoon seems too decadent.

And wanting to do something else, but there is no good way. Even the games that can kill time are still pixel versions.

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

After a simple meal in the evening, after struggling for a long time, Naoki Nagayama dialed Nakai Genta's phone after a long time.

"Genta-san, do you want to come out and play tonight?" ===== CHAPTER 214 =====