Japanese Entertainment: From special effects actor to action superstar

Chapter 427 They threw barbs at me

"cheers!"

In an unassuming house on the outskirts of Tokyo, several people toasted each other in celebration.

Shinbo, Honda Ishiro, Manya Takashi, and even Tokugawa, the president of the Mikawa office, were all present; it was truly a gathering of stars.

"As usual, we'll continue to intensify our publicity efforts. Although it's unknown, it's disgusting enough to be hard to resist. Most importantly, this kind of topic is impossible to respond to."

Honda Ishiro twirled his sake cup, his face full of certainty.

He knows this method all too well. It's unknown, but it's disgusting, and no one can withstand it.

Mango Tani raised a glass, offering a somewhat flattering remark: "As expected of Mr. Honda Ishiro, Mango should have someone as senior and experienced as you in charge."

"What are you saying? As close friends and colleagues who have worked together, even co-directing the same film at Toho, how could I possibly seize his family's business! However, if I can get rid of people like Akira Furuya, I wouldn't mind directing a few more projects."

As Honda Ishiro spoke, he held his sake cup and his gaze gradually drifted into the distance.

On the cabinet sat a rather unusual item, an exquisite piece of porcelain.

This is Honda Ishiro's house, and the furnishings here naturally belong to him.

The porcelain was his spoils of war.

"I originally thought a lot about this kid, Akira Furuya, but I didn't expect him to go astray. Since that's the case, I have no choice but to abandon him."

Wan Guo'ao offered a few more compliments, but then pressed on, "What if he also goes on television to clarify?"

"It's impossible to clarify." Honda Ishiro held up one finger, full of confidence.

"Fake news always gets more attention than real news. This kind of gossip perfectly captures the darkest side of people's hearts, making it the easiest to spread. We just need to bring it up, and people will naturally push it along. Those tabloids, for the sake of sales, are eager to promote it. It only takes one sentence to tell a lie, but to clarify that lie, it takes a hundred times more effort."

Wan Gu'ao nodded vigorously.

This is really great!

……

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Gu Ming hasn't been home these past few days, nor has he gone out to participate in filming. (Extreme Action Studio)

These past few days, Gu Ming has been really frustrated. The filming of the movie is about to be completed, but it has been affected by this incident. As a result, the entrance to Wangu Company has been crowded with people.

Whenever Gu Ming shows his face, someone rushes over and asks him if he really sold his body to become an actor.

Gu Ming also wanted to take them all down with one punch and one kick, but that was obviously unrealistic.

Daniel Wu, another Asian actor from later generations, whose looks were about one-tenth as handsome as Gu Ming, once said...

Are you really that good at fighting? What good is being good at fighting anyway!

The one who is supposed to be followed by everyone is still playing the game of the game!

"That's disgusting. No ordinary person could come up with such a method. I don't know where they found their advisor."

Gu Ming shook his head, somewhat helpless.

He has contacted a familiar TV station to clarify the matter, and TBS is quite willing to do so. However, Gu Ming is also considering how to clarify the matter, and may need to invite some friends to testify.

There was a knock on the door, and as soon as Gu Ming looked up, he saw Kadokawa Haruki's gloating face.

Haruki Kadokawa is forty years old, but he doesn't seem to have the composure of someone in middle age.

"Ha... I've come to see our young heroes. Furuya-kun, it's really hard to get into your place."

Gu Ming clicked his tongue, wanting to find something to throw at him.

Kadokawa Haruki sprawled out on the sofa, grinning, "Furutani, I came to see you secretly. You're not planning to surpass me, are you? How scary. Unlike me, I only like women and never like the 'Mad World'."

Gu Ming casually picked up the Famicom controller next to him.

Haruki Kadokawa immediately became serious.

Being able to fight won't solve the problem with the reporter, but being able to fight will solve the problem with him.

"Alright, enough joking, let's get down to business. This matter is actually easy to handle, just a few newspapers. I can put in a word and suppress it all. But, you know, nothing is done for nothing."

Gu Ming thought for a moment and shook his head. "Thank you for your help, Mr. Kadokawa, but this kind of thing doesn't warrant such a strong effort. Besides, I'm also considering that the film is finished and about to be released. Mr. Kurosawa helped us negotiate a Christmas release date in December, which was very difficult. Perhaps we can take advantage of this buzz."

"That's true, but I have to tell you, some things can't be washed away after a long time."

Haruki Kadokawa casually wiped away non-existent dust from his sleeve.

“I have my subordinates wash my clothes every day until they are spotless, not because I am a clean person, but because I don’t like anything that is an eyesore.”

Gu Ming smiled but did not respond.

It hasn't come to that point yet; he still doesn't want to get too involved.

That being said, this move was indeed very insidious.

Haruki Kadokawa sat for a while longer, his gaze falling on the Famicom, and then he leaned over to it.

"I know this. This is that... that... Nintendo's computer, right? Tch, that kind of garbage company makes computers? Their technology can't compare to the Americans'. Hey, can I try this thing out?"

Gu Ming gestured for him to proceed.

Haruki Kadokawa then took off his shoes, knelt in front of the TV, played the Famicom for a while, and left only when he was done with his entertainment.

"If there's ever a day when I really can't do it, just let me know. With just one word, I can smooth things over."

Gu Ming nodded slightly and saw Kadokawa Haruki off.

Gu Ming sat for a while longer when the phone rang. He quickly reached out to answer it, but to his surprise, it wasn't the TV station on the other end; it was his home phone.

"Well... let's keep it short. Everything I'm about to say is my father's opinion."

"This method is disgusting, but very effective. It's not fatal, but rather highly effective. Because no one can clarify something that doesn't exist, and more importantly, people love this kind of gossip."

"It only takes one sentence to spread a rumor, but you need to put in a thousand times more effort to clear your name."

"However, why don't we try to reverse our thinking?"

Gu Ming said, "Turning things around, like a reverse referee."

“Stop talking nonsense.” Shaqin paused for a moment, as if recalling something, before continuing, “You can go on the show, but there’s no need to clarify. Just bring the people involved in the incident over and have a brief chat, like it’s a casual conversation.”

"As for this matter, there's no need to clarify it from any angle, because it's unnecessary and impossible. Let's just go with the flow and push it along. Wan Gu'ao knows this matter doesn't exist, so he used rather cryptic language... So let's just directly expose all his cryptic remarks."

Simply put, it means telling the truth.

“A damaged reputation cannot be repaired, but it can be addressed from another angle by damaging the other party’s reputation.”

“Furuya-kun, think about it. Even if you become infamous, if the person saying this is someone with an even worse reputation than you, then people naturally won’t believe what he says. We can’t become better than the other person, but we can make the other person worse.”

"My father said that all of this can be summed up in eight words."

"You do your thing, I'll do mine."

Gu Ming pressed his brow, pondering this statement.

Tell the truth.

Indeed, since it is something that does not exist, Wan Gu'ao is only using words to entice people to think in that direction.

But the truth is, of course, not like that.

"Tell the truth." Gu Ming stroked the notebook beside him, lingered on it for a moment, and then let go of it.

So, let's find a TV show to go on and talk about everyone's vague impression of Wangu.

Gu Ming thought for a moment and then dialed a few numbers.

"Hello, this is Akira Furuya. Is this Ms. Yuko Matsuzawa? Do you still have the ledgers you kept from when you were involved in the production in Banya? Please bring them with you; we'll need them for the show later."

"Mr. Narita, it's me, Akira Furuya. Of course, I know it's all fake. Please don't be angry. How about coming on a show? Maybe it can change a lot of things."

"Brother Yi, are you home alone? How about coming out on a show? Of course, you can talk about the works produced by Wan Gu over the years, and the behind-the-scenes experiences. After all, no one knows those things better than you."

"That's right. Let's go on a TV show too."

(End of this chapter)