The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 312 The Child I Pushed

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Qian! Hey, quickly bring Mr. Qian's clothes over!"

In the studio of the WTV building, Qian Xiaoyi finished another shoot. He took off his detective suit and handed it to the costume designer, then complained to the attentive director Tamura: "Director, I'm not used to you doing this. It's just shooting an opening and ending credits. What's so hard about it? You make me look like a big star. The people in the production team are the ones who are really working hard."

"Hahaha, Mr. Qian is too polite." Director Tamura said with a smile: "If it weren't for Mr. Qian's help, how could 'Horror Night GO' be as popular as it is now? In the hearts of all of us, Mr. Qian is the real big star."

"Yes, Mr. Qian." The costume designer put Qian Xiaoyi's coat on his shoulders and said with a smile, "Last year I was worried about losing my job, but now my job is stable and my salary has increased a lot. I have also met many celebrities, but the one I admire the most is Mr. Qian."

"Teacher Qian, Teacher Qian, your divination last time was so accurate. It turned out that my boyfriend's mother was sick and needed a lot of money for surgery, so she was so upset during that time. Now we have successfully overcome the difficulties and plan to get married this year. Thank you very much."

"Teacher Qian, are you free tonight? There's a social gathering here with all the girls. They're all very excited to hear that I'm working with you on the show. What? No time? What a pity..."

"Hey, why didn't you invite me to such a good thing? Teacher Qian, please go and take me with you."

"Nojiri, you are so shameless!"

Walking through the studio, all the staff members of "Horror Night GO" greeted Qian Xiaoyi enthusiastically, and Qian Xiaoyi responded with a smile. Only after they walked outside did Qian Xiaoyi breathe a sigh of relief. Sometimes it is tiring when other people are too enthusiastic.

"It's really enviable." Nanajo Masato leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and sighed, "Only you can get this kind of treatment in the program group. Even for me, the person in charge, they only look at me with helpless awe when they see me."

"I'm afraid they only fear you but not respect you, right?" Qian Xiaoyi said with a smile, "After all, you hold the financial power of the program in your hands. Every time they see you, it's like seeing the god of death."

"Hey, hey, how can you expose someone's scars like that?" Nanajo Masato didn't pay attention to Qian Xiaoyi's teasing.

After the two of them got to know each other, Qian Xiaoyi found that this guy was actually quite easy to talk to. Perhaps because he had studied abroad for many years, Shichijo Masato was not bound by the Japanese etiquette dogma, so he hated beating around the bush. If there was something to say, it was more to his liking when people said it directly.

Qian Xiaoyi came from China and couldn't stand Japan's class order, so he was very casual when talking privately. Nanajo Masato also felt that talking to this guy was much easier than talking to other people, as if he had found a similar kind, so he naturally became closer to him.

But this is probably also because Shichijo Masato has been abroad for too long and has no friends in Japan.

"But you really deserve this kind of treatment." Nanajo Masato said, "Compared to a leader like me who only cares about benefits, people who can pull them out of the quagmire are more respected by them. To be honest, because of the performance of the previous program, I have always wanted to find an excuse to cancel this program and replace it with another one...

Then you suddenly appeared and brought about earth-shaking changes to the program. I really have to admire you."

"Of course." Qian Xiaoyi said proudly, "Don't you see who I am?"

"You've gotten carried away after I said a few words to you." Nanajo Masato said, "Time is almost up, let's go, I'll take you to the second floor, but I didn't expect you to have such a hobby." Qian Xiaoyi said seriously, "Mencius said: Food and sex are human nature. So even I am curious about those young girls who like to sing, dance and rap. After all, that can be said to be the representative culture of Japan. And to be honest, I have joined WTV for so long, but I haven't seen their performances in person yet."

"Well... I'll just assume you're right." Nanajo Masato shook his head and said, "But I still feel that people who like that kind of thing are disgusting... I hope you won't become like that in the future. After all, you are the man who will become my military advisor."

Qian Xiaoyi also revealed a disgusted expression when he heard this: "I'll talk about the military advisor and other secondary ideas separately, but don't worry about the first point. I will never become like that even if I die."

One of WTV's ten studios is located indoors on the second floor of the building. This stage is often rented out as a performance venue for audiences from various social groups. When they arrived at the studio, the atmosphere inside was very warm, and they could feel the burning atmosphere just by standing outside.

"Tsk... I won't go in." Nanajo Masato took a look inside and said with disdain: "I've already greeted them, just go in directly, I'm going back to the office."

"Okay, bye~" Qian Xiaoyi nodded and walked into the studio.

As soon as he entered, deafening music and dazzling stage lights hit him in the face. In front of him was a sea of ​​glow sticks. A group of men in uniform cheering uniforms were posing in various shameful postures to the rhythm of the song, waving their glow sticks and shouting "Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!" with an amazing momentum.

On the stage, several young and beautiful girls in fluttering princess dresses were jumping up and down and performing hard, exuding the vitality of youth.

"This is indeed... a bit disgusting." Qian Xiaoyi put his hands in his pockets, standing behind the crowd and watching the bunch of otakus dancing wildly in front of him. Although it was rude to say this, Qian Xiaoyi seemed to smell a strong odor of "otaku odor".

This smell includes the sweat odor of a large crowd on a physical level, and the pungent smell that cannot be ignored on a spiritual level. That smell is called "embarrassment."

This kind of place, just one look at it would make anyone with a bit of dignity in society flee in panic, let alone stay here.

"Hey Hey!"

The otakus were still trying their best to cheer for the girls on the stage. Their nostrils were dilated and their expressions were fanatical, like fanatics of some religion. Qian Xiaoyi could even see fans who were so moved that they were in tears.

"Wait, why does it seem..." Qian Xiaoyi was just about to bypass these people and squeeze to the backstage, but he saw a familiar figure in the crowd. The guy was excitedly waving a glow stick in his hand.

He walked over, put his hand on the man's shoulder, and asked:

"Um, I mean... why are you here? Heitaro... no, Heitaro?"

(End of this chapter)