Nikkei Yomiuri

Two weeks have passed since Nikey graduated from a professional arts college. The final stage before entering adulthood is complete. He can no longer live on the money he's saved from part-time jobs, and soon he'll have to pay rent, which will be a huge blow to his budget. But no matter how many jobs Nikey has applied for, he's been rejected by almost all of them. They say he lacks experience. Being a prizewinner at numerous exhibitions in Paris and London isn't enough?! How disgusting.
"Looking for a decent job is terribly exhausting..." That was the only thought that had been swirling around in Nika's head for the last few evenings. But he'll get through it. Was this what he'd been working so hard for for five years? Of course not! His streak would definitely be on the upswing soon.
One evening, with a mug of tea in hand and a laptop on his lap, he logged onto the website where he'd submitted his applications. And finally! Several places had approved him and invited him for an interview! This firmly planted hope in Nicaea, and he decided to go seek his fortune the next day.
By eleven o'clock the next morning, Yomiuri was fully prepared. He preened, honed his charisma, and filed his best work in a gray folder. In four hours, Nikei had applied to four job postings, where he was rejected, only this time directly and to his face. But he reached another large-looking photo studio in a worse mood, where he was greeted at reception by a fair-haired girl.
"Hello. Where have you been? Have you seen the time? Come here already," the girl scolded sharply and with slight displeasure.
“What? Let’s say.” Nikey handed over a folder with a portfolio.
—What's this? Where are the contracts? I was supposed to bring them an hour ago.

• Ah, well, I'm not a courier. I'm a photographer. I came to apply for a job.
  —Photographer? Sorry, I was mistaken. What's your last name?
  -Yomiuri.
  "That's strange, I don't see you on the list. Who are you going to see?" the girl asked, not taking her eyes off the magazine. "Then take this and go see Sannoji. He seems to be looking for someone useful."
  —To whom?..
  The girl immediately took the magazine with photographs from her desk and handed it to Nikey, opening the first page and clicking on the photo.
  —To him. Fourth door on the right.
  Nikey walked in, opened the door and saw a blond man sitting with papers.
  — What? Are you also saying there's no need for good photographers?