1983 Past Life Manga King

Chapter 94

Even the editor-in-chief jokes with a smile on his face.

“When is Samsara’s release date?”

The editor’s eyes widened at the sudden question.

“Samsara?”

“Yeah. Exact date.”

“The exact date may not have come out yet. But why ask that? I don’t think it’s very important.”

“Right now, the editorial department has received several calls from readers asking about the release date of Samsara. And I just got a call like that.”

“A call asking for the release date of Samsara?”

“Yeah. That’s why I came to the editor-in-chief.”

“················ogue.”

The editor thought for a moment about what he was thinking.

Then he hurriedly rubbed his cigarette into an ashtray and put it out, and immediately left the break room. And Jiro followed him.

“Uh, where are you going?”

“Where is the publication site? The exact publication date is up to you.”

“Ah.”

The editor-in-chief moves faster and Jiro quickly follows behind him.

He stands in front of the elevator and runs straight up the emergency stairs. The editor-in-chief, who soon entered the publishing house’s office, asked a nearby female employee.

“Is the head of the publishing house here?”

“Oh, hello. You went to the manager’s board of directors’ meeting now. It’s probably because of reporting on sales trends in publishing houses.”

“Then what about the manager?”

“You’re over there.”

He left the door open in the corner seat by the window, saw a man in his early thirties smoking and reading a book, and sprinted towards it.

Jiro continued to follow the editor-in-chief.

“Hey, Supervisor Shida.”

The manager, who was smoking, turns his head in surprise. And after checking the editor-in-chief, he quickly puts out his cigarette and gets up to say hello.

“Ah, Sudo Editor-in-Chief. Now the manager is…”

“I know, you said you were taken to the executive meeting?”

“······Yeah.”

“More than that, I want to ask you something.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“It’s Samsara. Do you know the release date of the Samsara monograph?”

“Samsara? What is Samsara?”

“What? Serialized in Our Boy Hero… No, no. You don’t know all those books. Who is in charge of our boy hero?”

“Ono is out of the office right now.”

“Damn, I guess I’ll have to talk to the manager after all.”

The grumbling editor turned around again. Jiro immediately greets the manager and then follows him out of the publishing house.

This time, the editor goes upstairs through the emergency stairs.

The executive meeting room has to go up three more floors from here.

Jiro realized that the editor-in-chief had better stamina than he expected. He said he goes hiking every weekend, and that seems to be the case.

And sooner or later, the two arrived in front of the boardroom.

When a female employee sitting in front of the boardroom recognized and greeted the editor, she raised her hand slightly in return, and peeked through the conference room window.

Inside, the head of the publishing department is standing and reporting to the executives for a long time.

Seeing this, the female employee smiled and said:

“Editor. Sit down and wait.”

“Oh, that’s fine.”

As she replies, she continues to look into the window.

At that time, I met the head of the publishing department who had been posting a report for a long time in the conference room.

After hesitating, the head of the publishing department finishes the report again and sits down. Then he looks outside her and asks, ‘Why?’ with her mouth.

Then the editor-in-chief replied with the shape of her mouth, ‘Get out of here, you bastard!’

Seeing this, Jiro was bewildered, and she looked at the female employee. The female employee quietly covered her mouth and squeaked as if she was familiar with that look.

After a while, the head of the publishing department greeted the executives and left the conference room first. Then he grabbed the editor’s sleeve and dragged him out into the hallway.

Of course, Jiro followed him.

As the two of them reached the window next to the stairs at the end of the hallway, the head of the publishing house shouted.

“Hey, you idiot. What is this? Why are you calling out a busy person?”

“When exactly is Samsara’s release date?”

“What?”

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The editor-in-chief looked at the editor-in-chief with an absurd gaze.

“Did you make this fuss just to ask? I really have nothing to say.”

“Answer loud, quick questions. When exactly?”

Looking at the editor-in-chief who is constantly chasing him, he shrugs his shoulders as if he can’t do it soon. Then she lifted her eyes upward for a moment and thought, tightening her forehead.

locked in

“Well······.”

“Think about it quickly.”

“Don’t rush. You are thinking.”

“·················ogue.”

The editor licks his dry lips and looks at the head of the publishing house.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

The head of the publishing department, ignoring those eyes, scratches his chin and tilts his head as he looks at the clock.

“See you today……, um.”

The head of the publishing house, who had been thinking for a moment, nodded his head as if he had just remembered.

“Oh yes, the day after tomorrow. It will be delivered the next morning.”

“tomorrow?”

“uh. The press will start running sometime tomorrow.”

“How long will the press run tomorrow?”

The publisher, who had been staring at the editor-in-chief for a while, who was constantly urging him, said as if tossing whether he was bothered.

“About 6 pm. I don’t know for sure.”

“Can’t it be extended until the next day?”

“Who? I?”

“okay.”

“What nonsense? The print shop has all the schedules, how can I change it to my liking?”

“You are close with the factory manager. You say you drink once in a while?”

“It’s natural for me to be the publisher. I’m different from you, so I don’t raise enemies. Make your social life a little easier too. That’s why you don’t get caught by executives like that.”

The head of the press crosses his arms and speaks as if teaching. Normally, I would have fired a big shot at such a publishing manager, but now I don’t have time for that.

“I think we need to increase the number of copies of Samsara’s publication, how can there be no way?”

“What?”

At the words of the editor, the head of the publishing department made a face that was not funny, and then scolded him.

“Hey, I’ve increased 30,000 copies, but that’s not enough? why are you so Are you really trying to watch me get kicked out of the company? I think I stretched it too much this time, so the kid under me

Do you know how loud they are?”

At first, it was talked about with 20,000 copies, but the editor kept emphasizing that the results were good recently. And he accepted it and made a decision with 30,000 copies.

In fact, the publishing manager felt that there was a reason for the sudden rise in the rankings.

However, it is surprising that 30,000 copies are not enough.

“I got a call.”

“What are you talking about all of a sudden? The phone is ringing.”

“I keep getting calls from the editorial department asking when Samsara will be published.”

“What?”

When the head of the publishing house looked startled, he hurriedly turned to Jiro this time and said:

“Am I right?”

Jiro, who watched the conversation between the two without any preparation, was startled.

“Ah yes. That’s right. I keep getting calls now.”

“Did you hear me?”

“·················ogue.”

“I have experienced this before when I was a freshman. This is the same sign as back then. do you know then.”

The editor-in-chief’s expression changes strangely.

He also began to remember things from a long time ago.

And he opened his mouth, which he had firmly bitten.

“······then?”

“okay. ‘Question and Answer Dance Diary!’ It was Mukai’s historical drama action film. Remember?”

“·················ogue.”

A time that suddenly flashed in my mind.

That was definitely the case then.

It was about 6-7 years ago.

A similar thing happened back then when the editor-in-chief was the team leader at Spirit Hero, a biweekly youth magazine.

At that time, when the first book was about to be released, ‘Question and Answer Dance’, a historical drama action drama cartoon, which was always hovering outside the rankings and not receiving attention even in the questionnaire at the time.

It was.

Suddenly, there was a line of inquiries about the question-and-answer dance.

Sudo, who had no idea what had happened, had told Saito, who was the head of the publishing department at the time, about this.

Then Saito.

“Well, there must be a few fans. It won’t be anything special.”

But that wasn’t it.

As soon as 5,000 copies of the book were published, it was sold out in an instant.

This incident completely stunned the editorial department.

There was no plan to publish at all, and while other books were waiting, the editorial and publishing departments were completely panicked by a call from bookstores that suddenly sold out.

will be in the womb

In a hurry, additional reprinting began, and the book was finally finished with 60,000 copies. In fact, if the fan base had been properly researched, 100,000 copies would have been sold with ease.

It was the conclusion at the time that

But the problem didn’t end there.

The order of the editor at the time was delivered to Mukai, a manga artist of Q&A, to finish the story with two volumes because the rankings were not so good at the time of the serialization.

Because of that, even though Mukai was a popular work, he ended up with two volumes, and because of that, he had to receive calls and letters from fans to protest. In addition, Mukai also moved to another magazine.

gone away

Anyway, the head of the publishing department, who remembered such a bitter memory, changed his expression seriously.

“At that time, you, Mukai-sensei, did you write your apology because you left for another magazine?”

“Hey, we’ll talk about that later.”

The editor-in-chief, roused by the editor’s call, opened the emergency stairway door and ran inside.

“Hey, where are you going?”

But he grumbled as if he already knew his intentions.

“That child, suddenly without a word.”

Then he ran straight down the stairs following the head of the publishing house. After that, Jiro follows.

Soon after arriving at the publishing house, the publishing manager went to his seat, picked up the handset, and quickly turned the dial.

“Factory manager, it’s a crossroads. Yes. Will the Samsara book schedule be confirmed tomorrow? Yes. Yes. Yes. Can you extend the printing time for that?”

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“Yeah. It’s night time.”

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At that moment, the expression of the head of the publishing house is colored with disappointment.

“Are there plans to work at night? Ah yes. Yes. Anyway, thank you.”

The publisher hung up the phone and shook his head.

“Would it be difficult to extend the first edition further? They say they are busy shooting other magazines until 10pm.”

At that sound, the editor hardened his expression for a moment, then immediately asked another question.

“Where does the book go first?”

“About three large bookstores in downtown Tokyo?”

“Me?”

“Well, I don’t know exactly because it’s a job in the sales department, but other than that, it will probably be shipped out in a day or two. Probably because the number of publications is small, so many bookstores

I can’t spray them all at once at convenience stores.”

Due to the low awareness of the boy hero, the published books are not able to enter every corner of the country. Nearly 90 percent or more will be exhausted near Tokyo.

After thinking for a moment, the editor asked again.

“Then the printing house, you said earlier there was work until 10 p.m.?”

“But, why?”

“After that, there are no plans.”

“Of course not…”

The publishing manager’s eyes widened as he answered that.

“Maybe, are you?”

“Call the factory manager there again.”

“Yamma, are you really…?”

At that, the editor grinned and turned to Jiro.

“···········?”

Seeing this, the head of the publishing house smiled with a strange expression and giggled.