I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

"Under the bridge, well done!"

"Finally you didn't let us down this time!"

In the office, the veterans from the Kanto faction all had knowing smiles on their faces.

Inside the classroom is Nohara Hiroshi's private office. Although it is called private, it is actually just a partition covered by a thin layer of plastic board, and it is not soundproof at all.

Of course they heard the conversation.

They looked at the man whose eyes were red but whose face was glowing again. His eyes finally showed a hint of true recognition from his colleagues.

"It's not just Hashimoto-senpai."

At that moment, Yamamoto Takeshi's hoarse voice echoed through the office. He waved a few equally gold-stamped business cards in his hand, a look of bitterness on his face, "I've received several calls, too. The prices they've offered are higher than Hashimoto-kun's, not lower."

"Me too."

"It's the same here. There's even someone who's even more outrageous. They said if I'm willing to go, they'll give me a second-level director position."

For a moment, the echoes in the office merged into a torrent full of black humor.

Only then did they realize that the guys who were so-called sincere to them and said that they appreciated their talents, their first move was so simple and crude - poaching people.

And it wasn't just me, everyone was poached.

"These guys really think highly of us." An old fellow in charge of photography laughed self-deprecatingly. "Don't you think about who took us in when we were worse off than dogs at Tokyo TV? Now that we've become successful under Section Chief Nohara, they think they can just take advantage of us? Dream on!"

"That's right!" Another colleague in charge of art also snorted coldly: "They pay a lot of money, but it's a lot of money! What if we go there and mess it up? Then, both sides will be in trouble. That would be really disastrous!"

As they spoke, some people looked at Hashijita Ichiro, whose face had turned sad, and they all smiled at him kindly.

Isn’t this an example?

"After all, it's because we don't have the ability."

Yamamoto Takeshi let out a long breath, and in that breath, there was a sense of insight into the essence of things.

He looked at the tightly closed office door, his sharp eyes filled with genuine awe.

"Think about it, when we were filming 'Wonderful Stories of the World,' did we...really put in much effort?"

"We are just a group of craftsmen with decent skills, replicating a piece of art that has already been designed according to a flawless blueprint."

"All our success and glory are just a reflection of one ten-thousandth of the brilliance of that young man."

These words caused the entire office to fall into a long silence.

Everyone subconsciously turned their eyes to the closed door.

All the pride in those eyes had faded away, and in its place was a kind of admiration for an absolute genius that came from the heart after recognizing the reality.

They knew that as long as the sun in that door was still burning.

These planets that revolve around the sun will never lose their light.

At this moment, the young man whom they regarded as the sun had already completely isolated himself from the noise of the outside world.

In front of him was a huge piece of white paper.

In his hand, he held an ordinary pencil.

His eyes were calm yet fiery, as if they contained a brand new universe about to be born.

On that piece of white paper, there were no storyboards, no lines, only simple drawings full of childishness and imagination.

At the very top of the paper, written in a unique artistic font were a few large, magical words.

——"Super Change" Season 1, planning proposal (final version).

He knew that it was time to add another blazing fire to the television industry that he had already turned upside down, enough to burn away all the old rules.

Chapter 98: Kei Tanaka! The most talented variety show star in Kanto!

When Nohara Hiroshi appeared in Asumi's office again, the leader of the Kanto faction on the power chessboard of Tokyo TV was standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the steel forest under his feet that was like a crawling monster.

The sunlight outside the window is scorching, cutting the outlines of countless skyscrapers into sharp corners. The interweaving of light and shadow is like a grand painting depicting ambition and desire.

"coming?"

Asumi didn't turn around, but his voice was filled with an irrepressible smile, a joy that came from the heart: "Nohara-kun, I can't wait to see what your final version of the variety show plan looks like."

"Please take a look." Nohara Hiroshi smiled and placed the surprisingly thick plan in his hand, which still exuded the fragrance of new ink, on the table.

Asumi immediately walked over and picked up the plan.

He turned to the first page.

Then, his breathing stopped.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!" Asumi took a breath.

What is on it is no longer a simple creative concept, but a ridiculously detailed and perfect variety show bible.

The kind of Scripture that has successfully constructed the divine person!

Perfect blueprint!

From every aspect of the program process to every detail of the scoring criteria; from the host's style of connecting the words to the emotional rendering of the background music; even the seating arrangement of the guests and the way the audience interacts are all clearly marked.

What made his scalp tingle even more was the fifty creative "change" illustrations that came with it, all drawn with simple strokes and full of wild imagination.

Each illustration is like a carefully designed perfect bomb that is enough to make the whole audience laugh.

"This...this..." Ming Hai's hands began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

He raised his head and looked at the young man who had been smiling calmly from beginning to end. His eyes were as if he was looking at a demon from another dimension who had just taken out a whole set of future technology from his fourth-dimensional pocket.

"Nohara-kun...you..." His voice became a little dry due to extreme shock.

He thought it would be a miracle if Nohara Hiroshi could give him a preliminary idea within a week.

But he never expected that the other party would come up with a flawless final plan that could be put into filming directly within just a few days after only discussing it with him a few times!

This is no longer a simple genius, this is a monster! It is enough to make all his peers despair, a dimensionality reduction attack!

"I just organized some unformed ideas into a systematic way." Nohara Hiroshi's tone remained calm, as if he had just completed an ordinary homework.

"You bastard!" Ming Rihai let out a long breath, and that breath seemed to take away all the astonishment and shock of his half life.

He carefully placed the business plan back on the table as if it were a rare treasure, and a bitter smile appeared on his always elegant and calm face.

"I finally understand why so many people call you a monster. Being born in the same era as someone like you is truly... a sweet torture for us mortals."

Asumi paused, his shock quickly turning into more practical concerns. "The plan is perfect, but what about the manpower? Nohara-kun, producing a variety show is much more complicated than a TV drama. It requires an experienced team to execute it. Your special class is currently full, with only a few core members. There's no way it can support such a large scale."

“There really isn’t enough manpower.”

Nohara Hiroshi nodded. He had anticipated this. "I need to expand my special class. At the very least, I need a complete, independently-operating variety show production team."

"But I don't need too many." He added: "After all, variety shows don't need to be broadcast daily like 'Wonderful Stories of the World'. One episode per week, given a mature team, should be enough."

"I understand." A glimmer of understanding flashed in Asumi's eyes.

He walked to an old-looking metal filing cabinet in the corner of the office, opened the lock with a key, and took out an equally new manila file bag from it.

It's as if it was just put in not long ago.

Asumi handed the brand new brown paper file bag to Nohara Hiroshi, with a look of complexity and regret from someone who had experienced it.

"Here, take this and have a look."

Nohara Hiroshi took the file bag and felt it sink slightly. On it, written in faded handwriting, was the name of a variety show project - "Saturday! Let's Go!"

Hiroshi Nohara has also watched this variety show.

interesting.

But that's about it.

"This was the only and last time our Kanto group tried to compete with the Tokyo group in the field of variety shows a year ago." There was a hint of desolation in Asumi's voice.

"The director was Kei Tanaka, the most talented second-level director in our Kanto faction at the time, and my most promising junior. Unfortunately... the show only lasted five episodes before being ruthlessly canceled last month because the ratings never broke 5%."

"Since then, Tanaka has been a broken man. He's completely broken down, drinking all day, unkempt, and has become... a living dead man who has given up on himself."

Asumi looked at Nohara Hiroshi, and in those elegant eyes there flashed a solemnity that was almost like entrustment.

"Although this team failed, its foundation is still there. Many of them are veterans who followed me from Guandongtai back then. They have experience and skills, but... that failure has worn away all their spirit."

"Now, I'm handing them over to you, along with that useless Kei Tanaka. You will be their new chief director, the one and only, absolute king of this 'Super Transformation' project."

"I'll call Tanaka Kei myself. I'll also tell them all that within your team, there's only one rule—absolute obedience to your orders. Anyone who dares to disobey, anyone who pretends to obey but actually disobeys, I, Asumi, will personally make sure they pack up and get out!"

These words were so powerful that they sounded like an unquestionable supreme order.

It is also the highest authority given to Hiroshi Nohara.

Nohara Hiroshi looked at the file bag in his hand that contained the failure and humiliation of a team, then looked at Asumi's face that was full of trust and entrustment, and a sense of pride surged in his heart.

"I understand." He nodded without any extra words and put the file bag into his briefcase.

A ready-made team.

It's just a small mental issue.

For him, it's not a problem.

……

When Hiroshi Nohara returned to his office, which had long been the focus of the entire production department, he was greeted by the faces of Kenji Sato and Takeshi Yamamoto, which were full of curiosity and expectation.

"Section Chief, the Deputy Director..."

"The project for "Super Transformation" has been approved." Hiroshi Nohara put his briefcase on the table and went straight to the point.

By the way, I took them to my office.

Then he pushed two thick stacks of drawings in front of the two people and said, "This is the complete storyboard for the first twenty episodes of the second season of "Wonderful Stories of the World."

"What?! Season 2?!"

Kenji Sato and Takeshi Yamamoto looked at each other and saw horror in each other's eyes as if they had seen a ghost.

They just finished filming the first season, and this freak has already prepared the drawings for the second season?!

"The broadcast department is already pushing us." Nohara Hiroshi's tone was as calm as if he was discussing a trivial matter. "The 'Wonderful Stories of the World' IP is very popular right now, and we must strike while the iron is hot. Therefore, the filming of the second season will be fully handed over to you two."