I'm in Conan, I'm not a gangster

Chapter 355 Yukiko's Problem, and How to Solve It (1st Update)
After dinner, Yukiko drove back to the hospital, had Ran visit Eri again, and then took Ran and Sonoko home.

Without saying a word, she drove straight to a hotel.

Yukiko has been working so hard lately, accumulating so much pressure, and now she needs to release it properly!
So she began to pour out her troubles to Emi Shiraishi.

The water poured out with a splash.

He lay there for more than two hours.

Exhausted, Yukiko also released the bitterness and pressure in her heart!

She nestled in Shiraishi E's arms, her chestnut hair cascading over his chest, panting heavily as she recounted the events that unfolded on set: "That props manager... even though the budget was approved at three million yen, he insisted it wasn't enough and demanded five million yen! Otherwise, we couldn't rent the equipment."

Her fingers unconsciously traced circles on Shiraishi E's chest as she said with dissatisfaction, "This guy is clearly just trying to take advantage of the situation and get a kickback!"

Shiraishi E gently stroked her long hair, the faint floral scent of shampoo wafting from her fingertips.

He picked up the wine bottle on the bedside table, wanting to take a sip, only to find it was already empty.

So he had no choice but to pick up the wine glass and drink the red wine in one gulp, still with lip prints on the rim.

“And that script supervisor.” Yukiko suddenly sat up, the strap of her silk nightgown slipping down to reveal her fair shoulders. “He’s always half an hour late. I’ve reminded him so many times, but he never listens! He clearly looks down on me!”

Her cheeks were flushed with alcohol and anger, making her look exceptionally beautiful under the lights.

Shiraishi E reached out to pull her slipped bra strap back into place, but Yukiko slapped her hand away.

"Listen to me carefully!" she pouted, like a spoiled little girl. "The worst part is that director!! I told him my ideas for the filming, but he rejected them outright, saying that I'm just an outsider who doesn't know anything and has to listen to him!!"

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi E thought to herself: "Why does it seem like you have conflicts with the entire crew? Is it possible that the problem lies with you, not them?"
He seemed to think so, but he didn't say it aloud.

He wouldn't say something so discouraging.

"Eri is amazing." Yukiko suddenly changed the subject, her voice filled with envy. "Back when she started her law firm all by herself, she must have encountered even more outrageous things, right?"

Her fingers traced the muscles on Eri Shiraishi's chest: "Thinking about it now, Eri was really amazing!"

Shiraishi E chuckled softly: "You envy her for having the final say at home?"

“Of course!” Yukiko looked up abruptly, her eyes shining in the darkness. “You have no idea, back at a class reunion, Eri only needed to give Mori a look, and he’d obediently put out his cigarette.”

She imitated Eri Kisaki's cool expression, but her drunkenness made her look particularly comical.

Shiraishi E pinched the tip of her nose: "You can do it if you want to."

He began, "Now, tell me the names of all those people."

Yukiko immediately perked up. She quickly grabbed her phone, opened Notes, and began, "First, there's Director Nakajima," she said, pointing to a name circled in red, "last week they agreed to use my filming style, but then they changed their minds when filming started."

"And then there's screenwriter Sato," Yukiko continued, complaining, "His lines were so clichéd and pretentious. When I suggested revising them, he actually said I didn't understand art!"

Looking at her puffed-up profile, Shiraishi suddenly remembered a report she had seen in a film magazine a few days ago—"Discords frequently reported on the set of Yukiko's new film; staff complain that she is too domineering."

"So you see, aren't they going too far?" Yukiko finally finished speaking, looking at him expectantly.

Shiraishi E coughed lightly: "Indeed, that's going too far. Leave it to me... I'll give them a warning."

Yukiko's eyes lit up, and she suddenly pounced on him, giving him a big kiss on the lips: "I knew you were the best!"

She swept away her previous unpleasant mood, and her strength had almost recovered, so she crawled into the quilt and stirred up trouble again!

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Inside a suite at the InterContinental Tokyo Bay Hotel, director Nakajima is reviewing tomorrow's shooting schedule while smoking a cigar.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his phone suddenly vibrated, displaying "Unknown Number" on the screen.

"Hello?" he answered the phone impatiently.

"Director Nakajima." A mechanical voice, altered by a voice changer, came from the other end of the phone: "Please proceed with tomorrow's filming exactly as Ms. Yukiko requested."

Director Nakajima scoffed, cigar ash falling onto the script. "Who do you think you are? I've been making films for thirty years, and you think a mere actress has the right to tell me what to do?" "This is a friendly reminder," the mechanical voice said calmly. "Otherwise, you'll face the consequences."

"You're insane!" Director Nakajima slammed down the phone and threw it on the sofa. "There are more and more lunatics these days."

He roughly flipped through the script, which was covered with revision suggestions marked by Yukiko on pink sticky notes.

"Ridiculous!" He tore off a sticky note and crumpled it into a ball. "What does a retired, washed-up actress know about film art?"

The clock on the wall points to one in the morning.

Director Nakajima grabbed his coat and decided to drive to a bar for a couple of drinks to find some inspiration, and then scout out some promising actresses!

As the elevator descended, he grumbled, "The crucial scene is tomorrow. If I listen to her script changes, where will I, the 'Palme d'Or winner director, put my face?"

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened.

The dimly lit underground parking lot was deserted, with only the pale lights illuminating the rows of vehicles.

Director Nakajima walked to his black Mercedes, took out his key, and unlocked it.

"boom!!!"

The deafening explosion echoed throughout the parking lot.

Director Nakajima was thrown to the ground by the shockwave, watching helplessly as his beloved Mercedes turned into a fireball.

The heatwave hit him, scorching his carefully groomed sideburns.

"Ahhhhh!" He collapsed to the ground, his legs trembling, and a dark stain gradually seeped into the crotch of his expensive trousers.

The fire sprinkler system started, and cold water droplets hit his face.

Director Nakajima then came to his senses, trembling as he pulled out his phone, only to find a text message from the "unknown number":
This time it's a car, what will it be next time?

"I...I understand," he stammered, his teeth chattering, his fingers trembling as he typed on the screen: 【I will do as you say!】

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The following morning, at the Tokyo film studio.

Yukiko walked onto the set in her business attire and was surprised to find that Director Nakajima was already waiting there.

What shocked her even more was that this guy, who had looked down on her yesterday, was now jogging up to her.

"Ms. Yukiko!" Director Nakajima said with a broad smile, his eyes still showing the dark circles from a hangover. "I've carefully considered your suggestion; it's incredibly constructive!"

Yukiko nearly tripped over her own high heels, exclaiming in surprise, "W-what?"

Director Nakajima eagerly handed over a cup of hot coffee: "Look at this scene, I think it could absolutely be filmed using the long take you mentioned."

Yukiko took the coffee and looked at the director suspiciously: "Mr. Nakajima, are you serious?"

"Nonsense!! If I weren't serious, I might be dead tomorrow!" Director Nakamura cursed inwardly. "You knew people in the underworld, why didn't you say so earlier? I would have listened to you!"
"No, no!" He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "I just suddenly realized that artistic creation should involve brainstorming."

He immediately pulled out a new version he had prepared beforehand: "It's been revised according to your requirements!"

Yukiko opened the script and found that all the places she had marked had been adopted, and even some of her ideas that she had just casually mentioned had been added.

The image of Shiraishi E's ambiguous smile flashed through her mind. She was very surprised at what the other party had done to suddenly change the mind of that obsessive director.

Inside the lounge, Yukiko locked the door and eagerly dialed the phone: "Shiraishi! You're amazing! Director Nakajima was like a completely different person today!"

A soft chuckle came from the other end of the phone: "Really? Looks like he figured a lot out last night."

Yukiko bit her lower lip, and said with a hint of suspicion, "You didn't do anything too outrageous, did you?"

“How could that be?” Shiraishi E’s voice was tinged with laughter. “It’s just to make him understand how important it is to respect talented women.”

After hanging up the phone, Yukiko looked at her phone and ultimately decided not to investigate what methods the other party had used. She just wanted the filming to go according to her own ideas!
(End of this chapter)