A human life was too short; a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
Yet a human life was also too long—long enough to encounter countless choices and opportunities along the way.
The moment Sogo Doma finished speaking—
Yamagami looked like this: "Σ(⊙▽⊙"a"
Gyojin-sensei, weren't they discussing the publication of your novel? What was this nonsense about working for you? Normally, anyone who ran into something like this would be furious, right? Even marching into the publishing house and making a scene would be understandable.
Though even if he did make a scene, the publishing house would surely suppress the matter and settle it through other means. Why go to all that trouble? Authors these days were getting too full of themselves; they needed to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, and Sogo Doma was that chicken. To put it bluntly, the other authors' rejection had merely given the publishing house an excuse to go with the flow.
Of course, these were all things left unspoken. Besides, the authors got the outcome they wanted and, through this incident, would come to understand the publishing house's influence. If nothing else, the editors would have more confidence when they chased authors for manuscripts in the future!
And those authors who loved playing mahjong and delaying their manuscripts would probably play a few fewer rounds.
It was a win-win situation for everyone. The only victim was probably Sogo Doma, but that couldn't be helped. Who told him to be such a troublemaker?
Sogo Doma: "Not me, I didn't do it, don't talk nonsense." The threefold denial!
Sogo Doma had always believed himself to be a gentle, refined, easygoing person. And he was extremely cowardly. If an ordinary person had been targeted by so many people, they would definitely switch into